The day after my meeting with Sarah I sat down at my computer to begin editing the recording from her office. I began working and thought about what I had done, I must say that my thoughts were conflicted. Having oral sex with Sarah was the craziest, most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. On the other hand, I had blackmailed a beautiful woman into doing it and that fact made me feel terrible. Perhaps I should forget the whole thing. This was definitely illegal and would probably land me in jail, but I was determined to at least finish editing the video. I got to work.
The quality of the video was amazing. The camera was positioned perfectly and captured all of the action. I was able to zoom in with my editing software and after about 4 hours, was very pleased with the results. The final cut was about 23 minutes long with some great shots of Sarah's face while she was cumming and sucking my dick. It looked like she was a willing participant and I began to get aroused as I watched it over and over again.
Her orgasm was real. I knew I had to have more regardless of the consequences. I watched the blowjob, filled with passion and enthusiasm, and my mind was made up. No more jerking off to "Teresa" or Sarah. She was going to make all of my fantasies come true.
My plan required a second camera so I ordered another one with next day delivery. I cut a hole in my overnight bag to mount a camera where it could not be seen. Finally, I made a reservation for Friday night at the best hotel in downtown L.A. My preparation complete, I made a lower resolution version of the video so I could attach it to an email. An email that I sent to Sarah's work and personal accounts. The message read as follows:
"Sarah. I am truly sorry but I must see you again. Our meeting was intoxicating but I cannot help myself. You are the most beautiful and exciting woman I have ever met. Please forgive me for what I must demand. You will meet me in the bar at the downtown hotel at 9:00 p.m. this Friday night. You will wear a sexy bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and high heels. I want your dress to be short. Short enough that I can see the tops of your stockings while you are seated. Please watch the attached video. No one at work will discover what you have done If you follow my instructions completely. David."
I clicked the send button and my fate was sealed. I was either going to meet Sarah on Friday night or I was going to be arrested and put behind bars. The second prospect made the next few days uncomfortable indeed.
Friday came and I headed home from work at 5:00 p.m. I showered, shaved, grabbed my overnight bag, and headed to the hotel. I checked in and was in my room by 7:00 p.m.
I spent some time testing and adjusting my camera angles. I needed to ensure that both cameras were hidden and undetectable, but would provide a quality recording. The first was located in my overnight bag; placed on the desk facing the foot of the bed. The second I was able to place on top of the curtains next to the king. I used a towel wedged between the curtain rod and the wall to ensure the camera did not move. This camera provided a birds eye view of the bed and most of the room as well. Delighted with my preparation, I adjusted the timers to start recording at 9:45 p.m. and headed down to the bar to reserve a table.
The bar was crowded and it was not even 8:00 p.m. I chose a high table near a corner that offered some privacy but you could still see the entrance and restrooms. Unfortunately, the table was occupied by a young couple.
The bartender had dark hair and appeared to be in his mid-twenties.
His name tag read "Matt." I introduced myself.
"Matt, I'm meeting a special lady at 9 o'clock and I was hoping to get the table near the corner," I began as I placed a hundred dollar bill on the counter.
"It's our first date and I really want everything to be perfect," I finished.
"Shouldn't be a problem, Dave," He replied as he scooped up the bill. "I'll let that couple know that the table was reserved; I think they are getting ready to leave soon anyways. When your date gets here, I'll make sure that the service is excellent."
"Thanks, Matt. I really appreciate it."
A few minutes later I was seated and had an opportunity to survey the crowd. It was a mostly older, expensive looking clientele. Lots of single men and a few with their wives. There were some younger, attractive women who I assumed were either prostitutes, or ladies just looking for a sugar daddy. Eavesdropping on their conversations amused me as I waited and confirmed my assumptions.
At 8:55 p.m. Sarah appeared in the doorway and she looked outstanding! She was wearing a tight, banded, black cocktail dress that accentuated her body. It was tight around her hips, stopped mid thigh, and showed plenty of cleavage. I could see that she also wore the black stalkings and heels as I requested. Her hair and makeup were perfect; she looked like an actress at a movie premiere.
She looked around nervously until she saw me stand. Her gaze turned hard as she made her way to my table. As she walked, I noticed she attracted the attention of many of the men in the bar; and some of the women, too. Sarah was easily the most attractive person in the room.
"You bastard," she hissed. "You fucking recorded me!"
I held the chair so she could sit down. She did and just glared at me.
Matt appeared at the table with an appreciative glance.
"What can I get you both?"
"White wine," Sarah mumbled.
"Gin and tonic for me please."
Matt nodded and walked away.
"Sarah, let me try to explain," I began. "I have been a member of your cam room for over a year. To me, you are the perfect woman. When I saw you at the store that day, I dunno. I knew that I had to meet you."
"You're sick," she mumbled. "You stalked me, forced me to have sex with you, and fucking recorded me!" she got louder and heads began to turn.
Quietly she said, "I should call the police."
"You could," I replied. "What will they think when they see the video?" "You saw it. You looked like a willing participant to me."
Her gaze darkened and she just looked at me.
Matt arrived with the drinks and left after another appreciative glance at Sarah.
"I think our bartender likes you," I quipped.
"Fuck him and fuck you," she said with venom.
"Men like you are always trying to use me. It's disgusting! Always having to deal with the looks, the comments. Not to mention the things that are messaged to me when I cam! I don't want to deal with it anymore," she finished and took a big gulp of wine.
"Why do you cam then?" I asked.
"Because I make way more money camming than I do as an architect! That's why!" she hissed.
"Well, I haven't told you, but I think you look very beautiful tonight," I said.
"Ha!" she ridiculed me and finished her glass of wine.
I took the opportunity to look in her lap. Her legs were crossed and I could just see the tops of her stalkings and the black clips from her garters. A warmth began to spread through my crotch.
Matt quickly appeared with another glass of wine and Sarah began to relax a little. I sipped my gin and tonic.
"I have a boyfriend, you know," she said suddenly.
"I didn't know, and I'm sure he won't find out about this," I replied.
She just looked at me and took another sip of wine.
I took an opportunity to look around the room and noticed a table of three men in their late 40's or early 50's sitting directly opposite our table. One of the men, the one facing our table, was looking intently at Sarah. I placed my hand gently on her knee and she jumped.
"Sarah, the man at the opposite table. He won't stop looking at you," I said.
She looked at the man and took another healthy sip of wine.
"What do you want me to do tonight? Why am I here?" she asked nervously.
"I'm not sure what I want," I replied. "I know I want to spend more time with you. I really enjoyed the time we spent together in your office. I think you did too."
