The doorbell rang. I glanced out the window to see a young lady dressed impeccably in what appeared to be business attire. Light colored sport jacket blouse, dark blue skirt, below the knees. All expensive stuff too, she could have passed as a well to do attorney. She appeared to be scowling somewhat, with her lips pursed tightly.
My wife had gone to spend some time with her Aunt who was not expected to live much longer. This was a trip she had put off far too long and she finally decided she had to go. I decided to take advantage of this time to see what might transpire regarding this incriminating video.
The young lady at the door was Sherri. She was the same Sherri that Ted had taken the video of with his cell phone in the grocery store parking lot. The last time I had seen her was on Ted's cell phone video. She had Ted's cum in one of her eyes. His cum was drooling out of her mouth and it was on her face and in her hair.
I had called her and informed her I had a friend who had given me a video that I thought she might want. The conversation was quite tense from the beginning. It grew even more strained and tense when she figured out why I was calling.
I gave her my address and suggested she come by on this date at this time. She was prompt. I had been looking out the window and at almost precisely the designated time, she pulled into our driveway in her dark blue BMW.
When I opened the door, her first words were, "How much!" She was not smiling. It was not exactly a scowl, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant look.
"Won't you come in?" I smiled.
"I am fine where I am!" she barked. "Just tell me what it's going to cost for the video!" she added.
I chuckled, "I don't think my friend is interested in your money," I said.
This caused her to pause with a somewhat puzzled look on her face. "Well what then?" she demanded.
Ted and I had found out a little back ground on little Sherri and some of it we filed under "Not Cool." A shirt tail relative of Ted's was the gardener at their estate and he filled Ted in on a lot of the inside dope.
Her husband was gone on business often and Sherri it seems was very demanding of the hired help. When they displeased her, they usually ended up looking for another job because they were unceremoniously fired by her, on the spot. This was an all too common occurrence at their place it seems.
"Well for one thing, he wants you to be nicer to your hired help," I said.
"WHAT?" she blurted, almost laughing.
"My friend wants you to be nicer to..."
She interrupted me, "I HEARD YOU!" she bellowed. "You have got to be kidding me right?" she said.
"Look, why don't you step in and I will explain everything to you," I said politely.
With her lips pursed in obvious disgust, she nervously tapped the toe of her expensive high heels on the cement. "This is fucking ridiculous," she mumbled as she stepped toward me to come in.
I offered her a drink and received a fluttery wave off as she sit on the sofa, "Just tell me what you expect for me to get that fucking video. And I want any and ALL copies too!" she added emphasizing "ALL."
Clearly she had gotten used to having her demands met promptly. Her life of luxury as well as her older husband had certainly spoiled her. Her hot body had gotten her to her present position. While she was certainly a looker to be sure, I preferred my wife with her incredible talents.
"Well like I said, my friend insisted that you treat your hired help better," I said.
"Ya Ya, I heard that, what else?" she demanded.
"OK," I said. "You have to show me your pussy too," I said calmly.
I had gotten three more of my small hi def cameras so I could capture video from different angles and I was glad I did. I had two more in the living room plus one in my back pocket for close ups later on. I had them all set on record as they captured (from at least two different angles) the utterly unbelievable look of shock on her face when I said that.
"WHAT?" she blurted in disbelief.
"Ya, well my friend told me when he was finger fucking you in the grocery store parking lot, that your pussy didn't have any hair on it. I told him I would love to see that, and he said he thought that could be arranged." I calmly stated.
I had definitely caught her totally off guard. She sat there staring at me turning beet red with her mouth hanging wide open.
There was an extraordinarily long pause as she attempted to grasp what I had said.
Finally she said, "Let me understand this. You want to see my ah... You want to see me down there because your friend said I don't have any ah, hair. And you want to see it?"
"Yes," I quickly responded, nodding with a smile.
"And you'll give me the video?" she questioned me.
"Well you have to be nice to your employees too," I promptly added.
"Ya Ya, I got that part," she snapped.
"Oh he was quite serious about that part," I said. "He told me to tell you he has ways to know if you go back to being a bitch."
"Well once I have the video what could he do to me?" she asked pompously.
"Oh you don't get the video today," I said. "My friend wants to wait at least a month to make sure you follow through. If you can go that long, he said I could give you the video and all the copies, although I am not sure there are any copies."
"Well FUCK THAT!" she blurted standing up quickly. "I came here expecting to get that fucking video TODAY. I am NOT going to wait a month!"
The spoiled brat in her clearly rose to the surface. "Suit yourself," I said calmly. "Although I think my friend might decide then to go ahead and send it by courier to Ozgood," I added.
Sherri stopped totally dead in her tracks. "How do you know my husband's name?" she stammered.
"Oh my friend knows him. I believe he goes by Ozzy or Oz, right? Of course if you go along with our deal, then your little secret is safe," I said.
She was frozen to her spot as she pondered her position. Finally she mumbled, "One month right?"
"Yup, that's what my friend said," I chuckled quietly.
"I am supposed to be nice to the help and show you my ahh..." she mumbled.
I said nothing. She slowly turned and walked back to the sofa. Standing by the sofa she asked, "How am I supposed to do this?" she asked with an air of indignity.
"Well I think if you turn around and face me, I can sit in this chair and you will have to take off you skirt and anything else you have on underneath it so I can get a good look at your cunt," I stated matter of factly. I used the word "cunt" to shock her. It seemed to work as she immediately turned beet red.
She drew a deep breath, and then her shoulders slumped. With trembling hands, she reached up under her suit coat and unhooked and then unzipped her skirt. After a shaky tug, it fell to the floor. She stood before me now in what looked like a light slip of some sort which she easily pushed down to fall on top of the skirt around her ankles.
She was wearing pantyhose and what looked like a skimpy pair of panties. I surmised they were like G string panties. That's usually what Debbie wears so she would not show panty lines.
Pushing the panty hose down over her very nice ass, she said "I have to sit ah," she stammered as she sit on the sofa to slip out of her high heels and take the panty hose off. She laid those beside her on the sofa. Reaching to her sides, she took a deep breath, then lifting her ass she pushed the panties down over her knees and tossed them on top of the panty hose.
Her legs were locked tightly together and her trembling hands were balled up in fists over her cunt.
"Very nice," I commented. "You have a really nice ass Sherri," I smiled as I stared at her sitting on the sofa.
