The photos Johnny had downloaded from his laptop were his own personal favourites. He had decided not to include any of the footman as he didn't want his colleague to lose his post. Nevertheless, the two pics of the girls in bed together would surely do the trick. Once he had nervously posted them to their parents, one copy destined to arrive at each of their homes on the same morning, he tried to relax as he waited to see what would happen next.
He had instructed both parents to be at a specific address where they would be informed how they could prevent the evidence of their daughters' debauchery from finding its way onto the internet, how they could prevent it being sent to the local school, church and anyone else that Johnny thought would ostracise the whole family if the truth were known.
The morning the photos were due to arrive Johnny was not on duty, as he had planned, but he later heard how Andrew, the girl's father was heard to have a furious call with their mother before he stormed out of the house in a rage and insisted on driving himself, even though the chauffeur was standing waiting for him.
At the time Johnny didn't know any of this but it was exactly what he had hoped. Waiting patiently in much anticipation he looked down from a private office at his brother's company and saw the car screech to halt in the car park below, almost exactly on the appointed time. He was delighted to see both parents get out of the car together and sat back behind the desk - waiting, planning and licking his lips in horny anticipation.
A few moments later the furious parents were shown into the office. Andrew was a picture of unleashed rage and almost flew at Johnny over the desk. Almost. Johnny's brother knew exactly what he was up to and had instructed two of his security staff to be present until both parents were seated and slightly calmer. The sight of these two heavily built men was enough to force Andrew to comply with Johnny's wishes and to sit down in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk.
Sarah, his ex-wife and the mother of their two girls took the other chair while she felt the weight of Johnny's stare coursing over her body. He had always had a thing for redheads and she was exceptional. Prominent breasts which her designer suit did nothing to conceal, shapely arse which her skirt seemed to cling too and legs that Johnny could only hope were encased in silk stockings had his cock straining within the confines of his trousers.
Smiling at the two people across the desk, he didn't say a word as he pointed the remote control at the large screen on the wall and further evidence of their daughter's naked bodies writhing together on their bed was played to them in glorious detail. Andrew was about to launch another enraged assault on Johnny when his wife slapped him down.
"Be quiet, Andrew, you idiot. I believe this young man has a proposition for us."
Andrew knew that tone of voice very well. It was one that he had learned to obey throughout their married life and it was now second nature to him to do as he was told.
"Thank you, Sarah. I do indeed have an offer for you and one I would strongly urge you to accept as I have no desire to shame your daughters in the public eye. However, if you do not accept my terms then that is exactly what I will do and these images will be plastered across the local and national media. I'm sure neither of you want that."
"How much do you want?" asked Andrew resignedly.
He knew blackmail when he heard it. He also knew that he could think of any way out of this predicament other than to pay whatever this villain demanded of them.
Hearing this Johnny nodded to the security men that it was time for them to leave as he now had everything under control. The two men were reluctant to leave, not because they thought there would be any more trouble but because they were thoroughly enjoying the film on the screen of the two girls fucking each other. Sarah and Andrew watched them go, heard them lock the door behind them, then turned back to face their tormentor.
"You've got me all wrong, Andrew. I don't want your money."
"Then what do you want?" the two puzzled parents asked in unison.
"It's quite simple really," smiled Johnny smugly. "I want to fuck Sarah."
Andrew was about to jump out of his chair once more when Sarah placed a restraining hand on his arm. The red faced man struggled to control his fury but did as his ex-wife instructed him to do.
"You will make this all go away if I sleep with you? How do we know we can trust you to keep your side of the deal?"
"You don't but I will because it will be to my benefit if I do. But, no, I don't want to sleep with you. I want to fuck you, here, now, in front of your husband so that he can watch and we can all have a good time together."
"You're out of your mind, you little creep. I don't think you realise just how much trouble you are really in. Unlock that door. we're leaving."
