Catherine sat at her computer typing up her latest legal briefing. At 37, she was now a successful lawyer, married to a wonderful husband who stayed at home and looked after her 3 year old son. She had a perfect figure and would often catch some of the other staff in the office either trying for peek up her skirt or down her top. A little flash she might let them have, but she wouldn't let them go any further. She sat at the computer checking what she had written, against what was in the file. Brushing shoulder length red hair from her face, she sent the document to print and sat back and waited. A little beeping sound informed her that she had a message on her mobile phone. She picked up the phone and looked at the number on the front before opening the phone. This number was not in her phone list. Opening the phone it stated that this was not a normal message but had a video attachment. She looked around the office, but who ever the culprit was, was keeping their head down. Smiling she clicked 'open'. The screen went blank for a second before showing her in a bar, chatting away to the camera whilst chopping a few lines of coke with a credit card. She watched as she saw herself bend down and snort the line up, raising her head and laughing as she had some coke on the tip of her nose. She closed the phone with out deleting the message and nervously chewed her lip. She couldn't remember this clip being filmed; it might have been from when her promotion came through a month or so ago. The phone bleeped to say that it had received another message. She took a deep breath and opened it. Another video message. She looked around the office and decided to head somewhere quieter to view this.
Going to the toilet, she checked she was alone before viewing the clip. It showed her leaning back in the same bar laughing, her blouse almost fully open as another lawyer snorted coke of her breasts. She watched as the camera moved down to show the lawyers hand sliding up and under her skirt. Catherine felt her self pale and wondered who had filmed her.
The phone bleeped again, echoing off the empty stalls. She looked at the simple message; 'Want to talk about this?' She looked at the screen, clicked reply and answered 'yes' moments later a response of 'meet me tonight. 5pm after work. Come alone or everyone sees YES/NO?' She looked at the screen again letting her mind think of possibilities and consequences and responded 'yes'. She checked her make up in the mirror, adjusted her suit and returned to work as if nothing had happened.
Catherine went to her car at just before 5pm and waited. Whoever this was, she was going to find them and show she wasn't a woman to be fucked with. If she was to be blackmailed, she'd get it recorded and fight back. At 5pm the phone bleeped with instructions as to where to go. She didn't know the location and typed it into her sat-nav. It showed a main A-road. She gunned the engine and drove. The A road was The Pass. She knew of it as everyone did as the place where boy racers crashed on a regular basis. The view from her window showed a pleasant countryside, surrounded by hills in the throws f early summer. To Catherine, all she could note was that she was leaving civilisation further behind.
The sat-nav instructed her to pull into a pub car park. She turned the engine off and waited. At this time of night there were fewer and fewer cars moving along this route and for some reason she became acutely aware of this. She reached down to her side and checked her Bluetooth earpiece, before turning it on and slipping it into her chest pocket of her suit. The phone bleeped with a new destination. She tried phoning the number to speak to this arrogant son of a bitch, but the number came back as unobtainable. She replied in text 'NO. I want to talk now!" There was a five minute pause, before the response. The response showed five different email addresses of all her superiors, and her home address, and the now familiar yes/no. She looked at the screen for inspiration and reluctantly typed 'no, I'll come'. Catherine entered the new coordinates in and drove.
The voice of the sat nav instructed her to turn off the main route and follow the small road. She felt like the stupid girl in a horror movie before fighting back with anger. The machines voice instructed her she had reached her destination and pulled into the car park. The view was beautiful; a green valley, surrounded by trees, overlooking a reservoir, but all she could think of was how alone she was.
A moment later, a large white van pulled up and out got a man; short blonde hair, medium build, a couple of days growth on his face. Fumbling in her handbag, she set her mobile phone to record and hoped the headset was working fully. Walking over to her car, he tapped on the window.
Frowning, she opened the window. "What?" she said as coldly as she could.
"Come with me Catherine. We have business to discuss." With that he opened her door and stood back.
Catherine got out of the car, and coldly looked at him. "Well?" she snarled.
"Give me your handbag please. You won't need it." His instructions were clear and precise. She decided to challenge him.
"No, we'll discuss business here. What do you want?"
"Your handbag of course Catherine" he smiled "then we'll talk business, or leave it in the car. It won't be with us when we talk"
She turned and placed the bag inside the car and closed the door before turning to him to raise her eyebrow. "Well?"
"Come with me please Catherine" he gestured to his van.
It was within range of her Bluetooth, so carefully she followed him to it.
He opened the passenger door and removed what appeared to be a large black paddle. Instinctively, she backed up.
"Don't be silly. It's a detector" he said and flicked a switch on it. The paddle bleeped three times "See?" he said
She stood her ground and the man waved the paddle across her body, slowly moving his way up her legs. At her waist, it made a high pitched bleep.
He held out his hand "Your car keys please" She reached into her jacket pocket and took them out. The paddle moved higher and as it came to her breast, the thing bleeped again.
"Remove it" he instructed.
"I can't" she stated simply. Her mind raced for a suitable answer. "It's the wire in my bra."
He waved it from breast to the other. Over her left breast it beeped excitedly.
"OK, take your jacket off and put it in your car."
"No, I'll keep it on thanks."
"You'll put it in your car Catherine"
"But it's cold I..."
"My vans warm and it's only here. Loose the jacket, now."
She knew he wouldn't take no for an answer so she removed the jacket. As she was heading back to the car, she carefully removed the earpiece and placed it in her skirt pocket. She placed the jacket in her car and returned to him. "Well?"
He waved the paddle over her again. It revealed the earpiece in her pocket again. "Look" She said "are we going to do business or are you just wasting my time?"
"What ever is in your pocket, take it out"
She sighed and slowly removed the ear piece "satisfied?"
He nodded and pointed to his van. She was now more angry than afraid and sat in the van closing the door behind her. He got in the drivers side
"Who are you?" she demanded.
Instead of answering her question, he started the engine.
"Where are you taking me? Stop!"
He stopped the van and looked at her.
"Where are we going?" she demanded, her voice faltering slightly
"Just up the road. There's a scenic view up the way. I thought that would be nice place to talk"
