Sextortion (33 page)

"I hid in the
garden when she came here. Then I crept into the house and heard
her talking on the phone, saying that she'd bring the cash round
later. I don't know who she was speaking to, and she dialled zero
to clear the number she'd called."

"She's a
clever bitch. By the way, your husband's not had any visitors."

"We're not
really getting anywhere, are we?"

"I wouldn't be
too sure about that," he smiled mysteriously.

"What do you
mean?"

"The
appointment I had last night, it was with a local pimp."

"Oh?"

"Apparently,
some of his regular punters have been going elsewhere for sex. His
girls have been telling him that there's someone new on the scene,
namely, you."

"He knows
me?"

"No, don't
worry. I explained my interest and... It's not you he's bothered
about, but the girl who's blackmailing you. He doesn't like the
idea of her taking his clients."

"What's he
going to do?"

"He knows who
she is and where she lives."

"Where?"

"He wouldn't
say. He doesn't know me and he wants to check me out, make sure I'm
kosher. He's going to give me a ring."

"When?"

"When he's
happy that I'm OK. I've also been snooping around the Thieves'
Tavern. The landlord knows the girl, but only that she's been in
several times and her name's Alison. Making out that I was a
would-be client I asked him where I could contact her. He said that
he knew nothing about prostitution, which he would, seeing as he's
the landlord. Anyway, he did point out a group of men standing at
the end of the bar. I approached them and they said they'd give the
girl my mobile number when they next saw her. It seems that she
calls the clients regularly, no one has her number."

"That's great!
If the pimp tells you where she lives and..."

"Don't get
your hopes up, Selina. Firstly, the pimp might decide not to trust
me and, secondly, the girl might not ring me. I'd better get going,
I'll call you later."

"OK. And
thanks for all you're doing."

"Anytime. I'll
see myself out."

As he left, I
sipped my coffee, thinking about Danny. Why get involved with a
prostitute? He'd hardly leave me for a whore who fucked men for
cash, unless he was just using her to get his hands on my money. It
still didn't make sense. Danny's primary interest would be taking
my money, so why get involved with a tart? He could quite easily
blackmail me without having the bitch ruin our dining room and
taking the risk of bringing men to the house.

Wondering why
Danny had come home, I rang the hotel, but he was out. Perhaps he'd
arranged to meet the bitch at the house? I dialled Chrissy's
number. Perhaps this, perhaps that... I was only guessing, stabbing
in the dark.

"Hi, Chrissy,"
I said as she replied.

"Selina, how
are you?"

"OK. I thought
I'd call on the off-chance that you had the day off."

"I've got more
than the day off, I've been made redundant."

"Oh, no."

"I don't know
what I'm going to do. Still, that's not your problem. Any
news?"

"The plot
thickens, as the detective put it."

"What's
happened?"

"I don't know, anything and everything. I'm still not sure
whether Danny's involved or... A man stopped me on the common a
while ago. He had a message for me -
the
money or the basement
."

"God!"

"I'm supposed
to be handing over another five thousand today."

"Are you going
to?"

"I don't know.
Things are such a bloody mess, I don't know what to do. My dining
room's been wrecked and..."

"Wrecked?"

"Come round
and take a look."

"What do you mean,
wrecked?
"

"You'll see if
you come round."

"OK, I'll
leave now."

Meeting that
man on the common had really frightened me, and I began to feel the
effects of shock as I waited for Chrissy to arrive. My heart
palpitating, my breathing unsteady, I sat in the garden beneath the
beech tree trying to calm myself. Perhaps I needed an orgasm? I
pondered as my clitoris swelled. But I couldn't masturbate with
Chrissy due to arrive. Recalling licking her sex valley, I wished
I'd not allowed my insatiable thirst for sex to get the better of
me. I wouldn't do that again - or would I?

The front
doorbell ringing as I finally walked dazedly back into the house, I
again wondered why Danny had bothered to drive all the way home.
Had he arranged to meet the bitch? Perhaps, believing me to be in
London, they'd planned to use the sex equipment in the dining
room.

"Hi," Chrissy
smiled as I opened the door. "Let's have a look at your dining room
then."

"You're
eager," I remarked, trying not to gaze at her breasts ballooning
her tight blouse.

"Telling me
that your dining room's been wrecked, and not explaining what
happened, has intrigued me."

"Well, here it
is," I announced, leading her through the hall and opening the door
with a flourish.

"God!" she
breathed, gazing at the chains and vibrators. "Who did this?"

"The bitch,
who else?"

"Did she make
you...? I mean, have you tried this stuff?"

"I was forced
into crude sex by the bitch and six men."

"Six men?
God!"

"Let's go into
the kitchen and have a coffee."

"If I were
you, I'd go straight to the police, Selina. You can't have people
doing this to your home, let alone..."

"How can I go
to the police?" I asked as we entered the kitchen. "The bitch has
got so much evidence against me, she'll ruin me."

"She's ruined
your dining room, ruined you sexually... You must put a stop to it.
Does Danny know about this?"

"No. Well, yes
- sort of."

"Sort of?"

"I... I told
him about it when he phoned."

"You'll have
to call the police. You can't have her bringing six men here to...
Did they all, you know?"

"Yes, they
did."

"I'd have gone
straight to the police. If I was forced to have sex with... Well, I
wouldn't have done it in the first place."

"It wasn't
straight sex, it was anal."

"God!"

"It's all very
well saying that you wouldn't have done it in the first place, but
I had no choice."

"Of course you
did. When she first came here and demanded sex with you, you should
have told her to piss off. Of course you had a choice."

She was right,
I'd had every choice - but it was no good looking back. Now, even
if I was able to put an end to the nightmare, I'd changed, I'd
still want crude sex. If the bitch never came back and things were
OK with Danny and me, it would never be the same. I'd go to the
common looking for sex, I'd want to lick Chrissy to orgasm, I'd
want more and more extreme sex with both men and women.

"You obviously
enjoy it," Chrissy murmured pensively.

"Hardly!" I
returned.

"You wouldn't
let her into the house unless you..."

"She has a
key."

"A key? Why
haven't you changed the lock?"

"I have
thought about that but... She'd probably break in. Besides, if I
rile her, I'll be punished."

"It's
ridiculous, Selina! Some girl brings six men here to screw you, and
you have to accept it? There's no way I'd allow anyone to do that
to me."

"You don't
understand, it was a gradual thing. First, she wanted money, then
she demanded sex with Danny..."

"That's when
you should have done something."

"She had
photographs of her kissing Danny, holding his crotch, taking
money... By that stage, she'd already got enough evidence to cause
me problems. She now has video tapes of me in the woods on the
common, doing things with several men."

"Obviously, I
feel sorry for you, but I have to say that you've brought all this
on yourself. You should have chucked Danny out the minute you
realized that he was involved."

"I don't know
that he's involved, Chrissy."

"Of course he
is! From what you've told me, it's obvious that he's in this with
the girl. Where do you think she got a front door key from?"

"That's what
the detective said. I know it all adds up, it all points to Danny,
but there's no conclusive proof."

"God, how much
proof do you need? He was kissing a blonde girl by the common, the
girl has a key to your house, and it explains how she knew about
the kitchen ceiling fiddle and your affair with Barry."

"Sometimes I'm
positive that Danny's involved, and other times I'm not so
sure."

"There's no
doubt whatsoever in my mind. What sort of man is he? He knows what
you're going through, and he's doing nothing about it."

"He's
been..."

"Selina, no
husband would allow the continued abuse of his wife. Can you
imagine any other man allowing his wife to be screwed by six men,
to be used and abused like that? Think about it - if Danny wasn't
involved, he'd have taken you away somewhere, made sure you're
safe."

Her words were
convincing, and I was sure that Danny was working with the bitch.
But what could I do? Throwing him out wouldn't solve anything. The
only way to solve all my problems was to get my hands on the
photographs and video tapes, but that was impossible. Even if it
was possible to get the originals, no doubt there'd be copies.

"What would
you do?" I asked.

"Try and come
to an agreement with the girl. Obviously, this will never end.
She'll go on and on taking your money and using you for sex. I'd
offer her a lump sum."

"A lump
sum?"

"If you
offered her, say, fifty grand, she just might agree. Fifty grand in
exchange for the evidence."

"Fifty
thousand pounds? How would I know that she'd keep her side of the
bargain? She might hang on to copies and..."

"It's worth a
try, Selina. It's either that, or call the police."

"Yes,
but..."

"If Danny's
involved, and I know he is, they'll grab the money and run. They're
taking a risk all the time this is going on. I reckon they'll take
the money and you'll never hear from them again."

"I haven't got
fifty thousand pounds. The advance for the next book... Well, I
suppose I could raise the cash."

"Given the
choice, I'd go to the police."

A lump sum?
Would the girl, or her boss if she had one, agree to a settlement?
Even if she did agree, I'd never know whether they had copies of
the sordid evidence and I'd be forever waiting for the bitch to
demand more money. The only other option was to go to the police
and tell them everything. No, I reflected, there was one more
option - wait and see what John came up with.

I decided not
to tell Chrissy about the pimp John had met, or about Danny parking
near to the flats. If I mentioned that he thought I was in London
and had been home, she'd start going on about it all adding up and
I didn't want that. It was best to have an open mind - wait until
John contacted me with something positive. Speculation would get me
nowhere.

"How's your
writing going?" Chrissy asked.

"Between the
sessions of sexual abuse, I'm getting on pretty well."

"Are you going
to tell me what it's about?"

"No, you'll
have to wait until it's published. Talking of work, I suppose
you're going job hunting?"

"I'm up to
date with the rent and I can survive for a few weeks, but I'll have
to find another job. I suppose I'd better go, I'm taking my car in
for a service. Now I'm out of work, I'll call round more
often."

"Yes, I'd like
that. We'll have to get drunk again."

"I woke in the
morning and found myself naked. I don't remember anything about the
night before."

"No, neither
do I," I giggled.

"As I don't
have to get up for work, let's do it again tonight."

"OK."

"I'll bring a
bottle round," she smiled, rising to her feet.

"Right, I'll
see you later."

Seeing her
out, my clitoris swelling expectantly, I knew I was making a
mistake. If I plied her with alcohol and got her on the bed again,
I wouldn't be able to restrain myself. I'd like to have chained her
in the dining room and abused her naked body, use vibrators on her
and whip her naked buttocks. "God!" I breathed, closing the front
door as I imagined shaving her pubic curls and licking her smooth
vulval flesh. "I must stop it!"

I'd never have
dreamed I'd want sex with Chrissy, my best friend. I had no morals,
no preference - all I wanted was crude sex. Where was Crystal? I
should have sex with her and leave Chrissy alone - use her and
Barry to satisfy my lust.

Working at my
computer for several hours, I rewrote the synopsis for my second
book and faxed it to Tammy. Wondering what she'd think as I fed the
sheets of paper into the machine, I decided not to take any more
money out of the bank. If the bitch came round demanding cash,
whether Danny had told her or not, I'd tell her that the police
were watching the house. Whether or not she'd believe me, she'd
hopefully play it safe and keep away. The story was feasible
enough, I reflected - one of the men had thought I was being forced
into crude sex and had gone to the police. What her boss would do,
if he existed, I had no idea. Time would tell, I told myself,
answering the phone.

"Selina, it's
John."

"Hi," I
replied, pleased to hear a friendly voice.

"I'm parked
fifty yards away from your BMW."

"Where?"

"The same
place, round the corner from the flats. You're not going to like
this."

"Go on."

"Your husband
locked the car and went into the flats."