Hello to all! All characters in this story are fictional, and are over the age of 18. This is a story about Blackmail so if that isn't you thing, click away now! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!
PS - The expert editing on this was done by Kenji Sato, please consider him for all such work!
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It was with a sense of dread, that Julie drove home. Her normal workday was a half-day at the office, the rest either from home or on the road, so being out of touch was not unusual, and right now she truly regretted it. On her way home, she had gotten a text from her tormentor. 'You'll make time 2-5PM' was all it said.
The houses were just far away enough from each other, that Jay did not hear her car pull in at her house, but he was sure she was there. She was nothing, if not a creature of promptness and habit. After a quick test of the pinhole cameras and other hidden gear he had set up, and knowing she had been home for a bit, he texted her at 1:45pm, and said simply, 'Come over'.
He chuckled at her reply 'over there?' to which he in turn responded, 'No, the Fucking courthouse. Here NOW. Do as told'.
At exactly two o'clock, Jay saw a shadow at the side porch. Opening the door, he could sense the attitude in the air. "Come in," he said, with a knowing smile.
Julie was not one to be bossed about by any man, much less one young enough to be her kid. On the other hand, she could not piss him off either. "Look, Jay, I've thought about this and I'm not--"
"WOMAN," Jay responded firmly, cutting her off. Then, in a calmer tone, said, "Look, Julie, if you don't like this arrangement, then you feel free to end it. I'll send off the info I have to your husband, along with a contact I have at the local paper, and also to a few reporters at two of the local TV stations, and you can take your chances. I'm sure nothing will come of it." He ended it with a sneer.
Seeing her hang her head, Jay countered, "Here's how it is. I am stuck here for the next week or so, then I am outta here, so tell you what. You just do what I want, when I want, as I want, like yesterday, and when I'm gone, I turn it all over to you to destroy. I'm out of your life, forever."
Julie had at least a window, an end point that she could see, and that was better than nothing. She allowed herself to be led upstairs, and in the process, just sort of numbed out. Damn kid was saying something about the house, hell, she didn't know or care. Would have been different were she single or in a bad marriage, but neither was the case, and the thought of having to suck dick again just mortified her. But she tuned in when she realized they were making their way to his room.
Jay led his little prize into his room. It was, actually, a rather unremarkable room. "I know," he said. "As soon as I got ready to move out for school, they turned MY room into a home office, so I have this guest room, but it's not too bad." The room had a twin-size bed with lattice head and foot boards, that sported extended balusters, and a matching solid-oak dresser, that was actually quite nice. Off to the side of that, was a gaming console, flat screen, and a chair. Seeing the look on her face, Jay sat in the chair across from the bed, and positioning her in front of him, he sat in the gaming chair. As he did so, he discreetly bumped a remote, he had concealed under the chair. Keeping eye contact, Jay said quietly, "Remember Julie, I keep my bargains, and the bargain I made is one-plus week of 'fun', hmm?" Seeing her give an almost imperceptible nod, he smiled, "Okay, Julie...good. Today is going to be very different from yesterday, you'll see. Let's start by having you undress, down to your underwear, right here in front of me. Now get started."
Julie had to admit that, were it her husband, or rather were it done another way, it would have been sweet, the way she was swept up the stairs, and spoken to in such a calming voice. It was not how she was used to being treated. No...it was that she was being forced, that is what it was. Be that as it may, she knew she had to go with it; so, she maintained her composure. Looking over the boy, as though he were not there, she unbuttoned her pants, then untucked her shirt, and pulled it over her head, to reveal a soft cotton bra with a light floral print. She accepted his hand, as she stepped out of her shoes--how odd it was, that he was being nice about this--keeping her steady. She really didn't mind, as he turned her, so that she showed off her behind as she lowered her pants, then stepped out of them.