Blacmailing Lucinda

Ch 12: Party Favors

On Tuesday at 2pm, Lucinda returned to Abbie's office. She knocked once, then entered and sat in the guest chair.

Abbie sat behind her desk, a mix of anger and defeat on her face.

Without a word, she handed Lucinda a printed version of a memo confirming a 20% raise. Any other time, Lucinda's blood would have boiled thinking about how she'd been underpaid. But, given the circumstances, this was just a lovely victory over Abbie.

"Good girl. You came through. "

It took some work...I said you'd found another job so we needed a good counter offer to keep you." Abbie smiled broadly, pleased with herself.

Lucinda smiled. She knew Abbie was a master of office politics. It was nice to see that skill working for her for a change.

"Perfect, Abs. So are you all set for tomorrow night?"

Abbie's smile dissolved instantly.

"Do you...do you know what we're doing?"

"Of course. You'll love it. Much more fun than the other night." Lucinda had no idea what the creeper was planning. But it suited her to let Abbie think she did.

"That doesn't sound promising." She laughed nervously.

"You have your outfit ready anyway?"

"Yeah. It's a really slutty dress I bought for a costume party...a barely there black thing with lots of zippers. You?"

"Low cut top with a short skirt. Sounds like we're both ready. Who's driving?"

"I'll have Al drive us. We'll pick you up at 9?"

She only saw Abbie briefly on Wednesday. The creeper had left Abbie's key in an envelope on Lucinda's run. So, she delivered it at her daily 2pm meeting.

For added humiliation, she made Abbie remove the chastity belt in front of her to make sure the lock opened. It was delicious to see Abbie so uncomfortable.

The creeper had included instructions for the evening in the envelope. But, it was very vague so Abbie really didn't know what to expect.

At 9pm exactly, Al and Abbie arrived at Lucinda's house in their SUV. Lucinda joined Abbie in the back seat, leaving Al looking like a hired driver.

The three of them were mostly silent during the drive. Al tried to make small talk about traffic and the weather, but it fell flat.

They arrived at the golf club parking lot after about 20 minutes. It was a smaller, older club a bit outside of town. There were only about a dozen cars in the parking lot. The clubhouse had closed at 7, so there were only a few staff and a small group there for a private party in the function room.

Abbie and Lucinda headed inside, leaving Al waiting in the car.

A guy in his early 30s was waiting just inside the door in the dimly lit reception area. Most of the rooms they could see were dark or lit by only one or two lights.

"Hi ladies! Exactly on time. Let's get you set up and I'll talk you through the plan for the night."

He led them down the hall to the mens dressing room. It was a biggish room with rows of floor to head height lockers with benches between them. At one end of the room were shower and toilet cubicles and sinks.

Near the back door was a small meeting area with two couches and two armchairs with a small coffee table in the middle of them with a gift bag on it. It was a place for the golf parties to assemble or just chat before or after a round. This is where he'd led the two women.

"Ok. So everything you need is in that bag there. I'll send the guys out to you one at a time. Be sure to take extra care of the groom--he'll be wearing a big sign so you'll know who he is. Any questions?"

"Nope. Ready when you are." Lucinda said, trying to sound self assured.

"Great! I'll meet you afterwards so you know when we're done."

The best man walked off, letting the door fall closed behind him.

"So we're prostitutes now?"

"Looks like it for tonight anyway. Not that you're getting any lately from Al."

Abbie gave her a burning look. She was enraged, but visibly struggling not to push things.

"This is all wrong...how can that creeper guy do this to us!"

The door opened and both women turned to watch the first two guys walk in. Both were men in their mid 20s wearing nice but casual clothes."Hello ladies!"

Lucinda smiled broadly at them, "hi gentlemen. So what's your pleasure tonight?"

The guys grinned in return, briefly looking at each other.

"I'm a simple man with simple needs...a blow job would be much appreciated, miss." He mimicked pulling down the brim of a hat.

Lucinda made a come here gesture with her finger. She preferred giving a blow job to some other possible requests so chose the known over the unknown.

The other guy had a slightly evil look on his face. He turned to Abbie and said, "so is everything on offer?" He looked her up and down lasciviously.

"Um...it's a extensive menu..."

"Perfect. I'll take anal. The wife doesn't like anal, so I can't pass up an opportunity."

Lucinda sat in one of the chairs. Her guy already had his cock out, leaving his pants on but letting them pool at his ankles as he stood in front of her. She began pulling him with her hand to get him harder.

Abbie looked miserable. She quickly dug in the bag and pulled out a large bottle of lube with a pump dispenser at the top.

Anal guy was already out of his pants and shoes, his rock hard cock sticking straight out in front of him. He stepped over to Abbie and began pulling at her tight black dress.

"I'll help you." she said, unzipping the back and quickly removing her panties.

"You're hot." He slipped on a condom then pumped the lube container, slathering a glob of the clear gel over his cock.

He pushed her over the back of the sofa and pressed his cock into her exposed ass. Abbie gasped as he entered her, clutching the top of the couch with her hands.

Lucinda had the cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down quickly on it with her lips. She wanted him to cum quickly so she could watch Abbie getting used. She could just make eye contact with her around her man's body.

Abbie's eyes burned with hate and humiliation. But, seeing her boss reduced to this just made her wet and lustful with the reflected power of the creep.

Her guy came quickly and she was able to pull him out of her mouth in time to take his cum on her chest. She pulled out a tissue from the gift bag and began cleaning up as her man pulled up his pants.

"You should have gone for the ass! She's tight back here..."

"I had a good bj man."

"I knew Mark's stag night would be good."

He grabbed Abbie's ass and began to thrust harder and deeper, making Abbie grunt softly in reply. Then he came hard, pounding into her a few more times as he finished.

He pulled out of her ass and handed the soiled condom to Abbie.

"Very nice ass." He kissed her then quickly put on his clothes following the other bachelor party member out of the door.

Abbie held the condom between two fingers, looking disgusted. She stepped over to the trash can and dropped it in.

It took all of Lucinda's strength not to laugh.

"How many are there?"

"7, including the best man and groom. So only 5 more to go." Lucinda was both slightly repulsed and enjoying herself. She'd never been a slut, but being made to service these guys was almost liberating--could simply enjoy herself and not worry about relationships or next day social consequences. The first two guys had been good looking which helped.

The next two guys came in, finishing a nervous joke between them as they entered the room.

"So...uh...you do special requests?"

Lucinda jumped in before Abbie could respond. "Absolutely! There's a wide range on offer...tell me what you want and we'll see if we can make it happen for you.""Ok...

so we did this once before...could we do a uh...spit roast...a dt...?"

"Sure. My friend loves doing those! Don't you, hon?"

Abbie looked a mix of embarrassed and disgusted.

"Yeah. They're really fun." She said flatly.

The guys either completely missed or simply didn't care about Abbie's reaction and were quickly undressing.

"Pity you guys didn't have another friend with you...she really loves having all her holes filled at the same time."

"Whoa!" The guys seemed thrilled, but Abbie's head swiveled towards her, pure hatred burning in her eyes.

Lucinda suggested Abbie make herself comfortable on the couch. Her dress was still unzipped from the last guy, so she was readily available. She was soon joined by the two men.

The men entered her pussy and mouth almost in unison, holding on to her hips and head to guide their thrusts.

Abbie struggled beneath them, gagging slightly from the rough fucking her mouth was receiving.

Lucinda surreptitiously took a photo and sent it to the creeper.

Then she went behind the guy using Abbie's mouth and whispered in his ear, "isn't her mouth amazing? She's soooo good with that tongue, isn't she?"

"Mmmmm." Her soft sexy encouragement put him over the edge. He grabbed Abbie's head firmly and pumped deep into her throat as he came.

His friend finished shortly afterwards, spanking Abbie's ass as he rode her to his orgasm, pulling out so he could cum on her upturned ass.

The next two party guests wanted blow jobs, so they each took a guy. Lucinda ended up sucking off the best man who'd met them at the door.

When they were finished, the best man told them he'd send in the groom next. He asked Lucinda to take extra care of him.

The groom came in a few minutes later by himself. The two women had a few minutes so we're able to freshen up a bit before he arrived.

The groom was a cocky looking dark haired guy in his late 20s. He looked the women up and down, making Lucinda feel dirtier than she had so far tonight. This guy just gave off a slightly nasty vibe.

"So ladies...Dan said you had something extra special waiting for me?"

Lucinda jumped in. "Yeah. We're going to give you a double blow job you'll never forget."

"Nice. Let's do this."

Lucinda and Abbie both kneeled on the floor in front of the groom. Lucinda used her hand and tongue to get him harder, then moved his cock to Abbie's lips.

It took Abbie a second to realise what was happening, then she parted her lips and began sucking him.

Lucinda began tonguing his balls, teasing them with her nails as Abbie sucked the cock, their cheeks rubbing together as they worked on the groom.

Abbie slid the cock from her mouth and handed it to Lucinda. Lucinda used her hand on it to keep pushing him towards orgasm and told Abbie to eat his ass.

Abbie looked horrified, but followed the order. Lucinda took the cock in her mouth as Abbie parted the groom's butt cheeks and began using her tongue on his ass.

The groom was overwhelmed with the attention and quickly came, pulling out at the last moment so he could cum on Lucinda's face, leaving a thin line across it from chin to forehead.

Abbie moved back next to Lucinda who smiled and told her to lick her face clean.

The groom was very happy and told the girls how they'd really made his night. He was trying to make small talk as he got dressed.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" He said to Abbie.

"I don't think so..."

"I think I do. I think you were at a company picnic at my dad's company last year.""

You've got me confused with someone...I don't think I've ever been to a company picnic. Do companies still do that? "

Sorry...I must be mixing you up. My dad loves that shit. He's all about staff bonding and whatever. Anyway, you two were awesome. Thanks."

The best man returned a few minutes later to escort them out. Abbie asked who the groom was and told him about the picnic mixup.

"Mark sees tons of people. His dad, Gerald, is CEO of some big company...so he's always getting drug to company things even when they have nothing to do with him. Networking and all that crap, right?"

He walked them back to the main door. "You two were great. I'll tell Will how amazing you were. Take care."

They walked back to the car where Al was dutifully waiting to drive them home.

At their daily meetings for the remainder of the week, Lucinda felt Abbie was getting easier to talk to. Maybe Abbie was settling into their new relationship dynamic or maybe she was just trying to be nicer out of fear?

"Did you know that bachelor party was for Gerald's son?" Abbie asked.

"No. I don't think I even knew who his kids were. I knew it was a party and that was it."

"I think Will--the creeper--is trying to bring me into Gerald's orbit. If his son figures out what's going on either he'll tell dad or try to hold it over me. I've got enough problems with one blackmailer--I don't need two of them. "

Maybe it was a threat? Closer to exposure to Gerald, but not crossing that line directly?"

"Maybe. Do you know what his next plan for us is?"

"No. He just told me not to make plans for Saturday night."

"Same."

Ch 13: A Night Away

Ed was enjoying playing with his three pawns. Lucy was always different from the other two. He genuinely liked her and her transgressions were easily forgivable.

But he really couldn't find any redeeming qualities in Al and Abbie Barber. They were a nasty, grifter couple who'd do anything to get ahead. The only reason they hadn't done more was either lack of imagination or opportunity. He couldn't decide which.

The Barbers were his original targets. Finding Lucy was a happy accident. Her interest in helping him tighten the noose on them only made her more endearing to him.

The bachelor party had been a good test of how he could use Lucy. She was voluntarily his proxy. She'd even sent him a pic of Abbie. That was a bonus. One more nail in her already sealed coffin.

His big decision was what to do next? Should he include the Barber kids? Did he want to keep pushing Al and Abbie into more depravity, or would he change direction? He didn't need anything else on them. He could destroy them socially, professionally or just unleash the justice system on them.

The chess pieces seemed best placed to destroy Abbie first.

Saturday rolled around and it felt like a repeat of the bachelor party. Al drove the three of them to an expensive country hotel about two hours away.

They arrived around 7pm. Al checked them in then the three of them went to the rooms, the women coming in from a side door to avoid the lobby. The creeper had them staying in two suites with a connecting door.

They were all casually dressed and chatted together in the Barber's room. They ordered coffees and desserts while they awaited instructions.

Lucinda's phone chimed. The creeper told her to give them the keys to unlock their chastity devices. She handed them the keys and retreated to her own room. She hadn't been in the belt since before her night at the Barbers.

There was a knock on Lucinda's door. She opened it to find a hotel guest service agent. "Hi. Delivery for Lucy?"

She took the package and thanked him with a small tip. It contained four envelopes--one for each of them and a fourth labelled just "for you"--as well as three small lube bottles, some condoms, a silk blindfold and some zip ties. There was also a room keycard.

Her note read--

"Hi Lucy,

Escort Abbie to room 942 when I message you. Use the key to get in. Let her strip, then tie her to the bed and blindfold her. Leave the 'for you' note near her with lube and condoms. Leave her there. She's a gift for a friend of mine.

Stay with Al. I may need you both later.

Now give them their notes.

I think you'll enjoy the night. If not, you'll definitely enjoy the aftermath.

WB"

She handed the notes to Abbie and Al and went back to her room to wait.

She could just hear them arguing through the door. It sounded heated, but she could only pick up the odd word. Her guess was Al was trying to stop Abbie from participating in tonight's plan. But, it sounded like Abbie was pushing back.

Lucinda put what she'd need in her handbag and waited for the creeper to message. A few minutes later, her phone chimed and the talking stopped next door.

She stepped through the connecting door without knocking.

The couple looked flustered.

"Ready to go, Abbie?"

"One sec." Abbie fixed her makeup and quickly brushed her hair while Al sat silently.

"Ok."

Lucinda led the way. They were one floor below, so it was a short elevator ride and a quick walk down the hall to 942. The room was one of the superior suites--one of the best rooms in the hotel.

Lucinda followed the creeper's instructions. She zip tied Abbie naked and spread eagled on the bed. She blindfolded her and set out lube and condoms on the nightstand and left the note on the bed between her spread legs.

She gathered up Abbie's clothes and shoes and put them in the closet inside a hotel laundry bag.

She took a pic of Abbie and sent it to the creep. Then she turned off the lights and left the room.

Back in their own room, Lucinda and Al chatted, passing the time waiting to see if they'd be needed.

"Did he say what he might want you to do, Al?"

"No. Just that I might be needed to meet some 'person'. This whole thing is bad enough...I don't want to do anything with a guy...what the fuck..."

"He's toying with you. He's probably just pushing your buttons."

Lucinda's phone chimed. A message from the creeper simply said for her and Al to go to the hotel bar. She showed it to Al and they headed down. She grabbed her handbag on the way out, just in case.

The dimly lit bar area was divided into smaller rooms with shelf filled walls displaying books and antique looking knickknacks.

They took a corner table near the window that let them see their part of the bar clearly. They both were on high alert, watching for--something. That was his game. They really didn't know why they were here at all.

Lucinda took a photo of the mostly empty bar and sent it to the creeper.

An attractive redheaded woman in her 50s walked over to us. "Are you Al?"

Al smiled in return. "Hi. Yes, I'm Al."

"My name is Ginny. A friend of mine said I should come chat with you. Is this your wife?"

"Hi, no. I'm just a friend. My name is Lucy. I can leave you two to talk."

"Not at all, stay with us." She called over one of the waiters and ordered a gin and tonic for herself and another round for them.

"So Al...I hear you're great fun to be with--in and out of the sack?" She punched him playfully on the shoulder.

"I do my best Ginny. I try to focus on my partner's needs if you know what I mean." Al smiled and took a sip of his Scotch. "But, seriously, I just try to keep things light and I have a few fun stories in my repertoire. Tell me a bit about you?"

Ginny described herself as a pampered housewife. Her son was out of college and off living his best life. Her husband was golf obsessed--hence why she was here.

She went on to say that he snored a lot, so she always insisted on separate rooms. He was already up in his room for the night, but she wanted a nightcap first.

As she spoke, she kept sliding closer to Al on the bench seat. Her hand was easing its way up his leg.

After a while more of talking and flirting, she invited Al to join her in her room to "continue the conversation." Al agreed, seeming a bit relieved he was entertaining an attractive woman rather than a guy.

The three of them stood to leave. Lucinda made her excuses and said she'd head to bed.

"Honey, why don't you come up with us? I always like an audience and your friend Will told me you're something of an amateur photographer."

Al and Lucinda looked at each other at the mention of Will's name. They'd assumed he'd sent Ginny over, but that confirmed it.

Ginny linked her arm in with Al and flirted with him as the three of them headed up to her room. She stopped only briefly on the way out of the bar to order two bottles of champagne sent up to her room.

Ginny was in 944--the room just across the hall from where Lucinda had left Abbie earlier. Lucinda didn't like being so close to the other room, but did her best to ignore it--just another random hotel room door--nothing she needed to look at.