Sextortion (5 page)

"Spunk up my
cunt!" she cried, her long, blonde hair veiling her flushed face as
Danny thrust into her again and again. Thoughts bobbed in the wash
of my mind. She obviously had no regard for her body, no respect
for her femininity, no morals. Her essence was of a filthy,
stinking swamp. She was the devil's daughter incarnate.

The squelching
sounds of sex filling my aching head as Danny repeatedly withdrew
his wet penis and drove into her trembling body, I prayed for the
vile act to finish, for the girl to leave us to pick up the pieces
of our broken marriage. Marriage? What sort of marriage would I
have after watching my husband screw a younger girl? I'd always
thought our lovemaking to be sacred, an act so private, so
intimate, creating a spiritual bond between us. Never had I even
dreamed of giving myself to another man, and Danny's
trustworthiness had been rock-solid. We'd built our marriage on the
granite foundations of faith, trust and loyalty, and now...

My tortured thoughts drifted.
Do you,
Danny Goodman, take this woman...?
Our vows
had been tossed into the gutter, washed down the drain into the
sewer to be devoured by rats. But, although technically he'd
committed adultery, he hadn't been unfaithful - had he?
We are gathered here in the eyes of
God
... He was having sexual intercourse
with another woman, but we were in this together, we had no choice.
Despite my desperate rationalization, I knew that the next time we
made love it would be no good. Relentless images of him screwing
the girl would flood my mind, drowning my arousal, my emotions,
mocking our lovemaking.

"Coming!" the
bitch screamed, her naked body shaking violently as she rocked her
hips to meet his thrusts. My legs sagging as I watched Danny's
glistening penis slide in and out of her vagina, I turned away as
he grunted in his sordid release. His sperm pumping into the girl,
the act was complete - fidelity broken. The rats had devoured.

Lurching
across the room as he made his last thrusts, I flopped onto the
sofa, the girl's orgasmic whimpering and my husband's low moans
reverberating around the ruins of my mind. Ten thousand pounds, and
now this, I reflected numbly. What would she demand of us next?
More money? More sex? Undoubtedly!

Where to go
from here? I pondered. What choice did we have? Carry on with the
debauchery, move house... Like a feckless butterfly my thoughts
fluttered, alighted on the private detective. He was our only hope.
But, even if he put the frighteners on the girl, as he'd put it, it
was too late - the damage had been done. We might be able to
rebuild our marriage but, in my heart of hearts, I knew that I
could never forget, never erase the vile scene from my mind.

"You're a good
fuck," the girl breathed as Danny withdrew his penis and stood up.
"He's a good fuck, Selina. I'm looking forward to another fuck
tomorrow night." I didn't look at her as Danny zipped his trousers.
I couldn't bear to see the flagrant pleasure on her face, the
blatant delight reflected in her bright eyes. As Danny disappeared
upstairs, I watched her rise to her feet, sperm dripping from her
treacherous vaginal crack and running down her inner thighs. She'd
done it - taken my husband. She'd won.

"I'll see you
tomorrow evening," she grinned, grabbing her coat and covering her
naked body. "Another evening, another fuck."

"You'll never
see me again!" I hissed, leaping to my feet as she neared the
door.

"Now, now,
Selina - don't be nasty."

"Yes, turn up
tomorrow evening," I smiled. "Turn up and you'll see what I have in
store for you."

"Threats won't
get you anywhere," she returned, buttoning her coat. "I have enough
evidence now to..."

"Whatever
evidence you have, it won't do you any good if you're... No, I
won't say anything now. You turn up tomorrow and you'll discover
your fate."

"My boss will
be waiting outside, Selina."

"Yes, and I'll
be waiting inside. I'll look forward to seeing you again - for the
last time."

As she tossed
her golden tresses over her shoulder, I thought for a moment that I
detected fear in her expression. She knew as well as I that, even
if she did have someone waiting outside, it wouldn't do her any
good if she was locked in the house. But without plans my threats
were empty, futile.

Leaving the
house, her stilettos clicked as she strutted down the drive to the
street. I was going to follow her, but I knew there was no point.
She wasn't stupid. I heard a car speed off, the engine racing as
she made her escape into the dark of the night. Gazing at the
armchair, the white stains on the cushion stark evidence of the
evening's debauchery, I poured myself another glass of wine.

"Has she
gone?" Danny asked as he finally joined me.

"Yes, she
has," I murmured, not catching his gaze. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Selina!"

"I'm sorry,
I... It's just that you came. I didn't think you'd be able to get
an erection, let alone..."

"That's
because I closed my eyes and imagined that I was with you. While I
was upstairs, I came to a decision. What I did, I did for you,
Selina - but I'm not going to do it again. You remember I used the
words cold and callous?"

"Yes."

"Well, no
doubt they'll come to your mind when I tell you that I'm not the
one she's blackmailing, and I'm not going to have any more to do
with her. I'm sorry, love, but... She's blackmailing you and you'll
have to pay her. I'm not paying her with sex, you'll have to pay
her with money."

"Danny, there
is no money!"

"I've been
thinking about that, too. You've been offered another one hundred
thousand advance for your second novel. You'll have to take
it."

"No, I made up
my mind not to..."

"OK, so she
gets no more sex and no more money. On your head be it."

"Danny!"

"If you won't
pay her, then she'll go to the papers. I'm not going to spend the
rest of my life screwing another woman to save your career, your
face. Yes, it is cold and callous, but... As I said earlier, what's
this going to do to our relationship? You watching me screw another
woman night after night... We won't have a bloody relationship if I
do that! The choice is yours, Selina - your marriage, or your
career."

Watching him
leave the room as I gulped down my wine, I pondered on his words.
The choice was mine? I now had two people forcing my hand! I could
see Danny's point, and I was pleased that he wanted nothing more to
do with the girl, but I'd have to spend the rest of my life writing
novels to pay her off. My marriage or my career? Never would I have
believed that I'd have to make such a choice! Money or sex? Between
the devil and the deep blue sea.

I wouldn't
write another book, I decided. If I did, with every sentence I
wrote I'd be thinking of the bitch. I couldn't do it. Without more
books, it wouldn't really matter if sordid stories of my
relationship with the girl surfaced. I'd no longer have a career
for her to destroy. What people thought didn't matter, either. I'd
move house, live somewhere in the country away from prying eyes,
lewd comments - and the filthy bitch.

Again, I
didn't sleep well. Nightmares chased me like monsters through dark
corridors, pursued me through rooms of vulgar orgies. Sex loomed in
my dreams, obscene sex, adultery, infidelity. Images of my
husband's erect penis driving into the girl's vagina haunted me
until I finally woke in a cold sweat.

Danny was
still sleeping when the post arrived. I recognized the envelope
from the publisher and hesitated before opening it. At some stage
I'd have to tell them that my writing career was over, but what
could I say? What possible reason could I give for vetoing another
one hundred thousand pound advance - another blockbuster?

The royalty
cheque was for just over eight thousand pounds. In a flash of
inspiration it occurred to me that only the publisher and I knew
about it. There was no way the bitch could find out, unless she had
a friend at the bank who was in a position to check my account. I'd
open another account with a different bank, I decided as I wandered
up to my den. I wouldn't tell anyone, not even Chrissy, my best
friend - not even Danny.

Secrets from
Danny? The thought sent a shiver up my spine. It wasn't that I
didn't trust him - just that I knew I had to hold on to this money.
If he didn't know about it, he couldn't talk me into paying the
bitch - which I was sure he'd try and do. He had no idea about the
book sales, or the royalty payments. If I put each cheque into
another account, I'd build up a nice little sum for... For what?
For a rainy day. A tearful day.

"You're
writing!" Danny gasped as he entered my den and discovered me
bashing away at the keyboard.

"Only a short
story," I replied without looking up.

"Selina, I
really think you should give your next book some serious
thought."

"I have, and
I'm not doing it."

"I've got an
idea," he smiled, perching himself on the edge of my desk. "After
last night... Well, what's done is done."

"Yes, it is.
What's your idea?"

"Take the
advance and write the second book."

"But..."

"Hang on, hang
on. How long will it be before it's published? A year?"

"Maybe
longer."

"OK, so take
the advance, start writing the book, and by the time..."

"By the time
it's published we'd have spent it and the girl..."

"No, not spent
it, saved it. The girl can do what she likes. You'll have your nest
egg, even if she does succeed in ruining your career."

"And in the
meantime?"

"What do you
mean?"

"I can't write
a book all the time she's demanding sex with you. Anyway, before we
make any plans you'd better ring the private detective and see how
he got on."

"Yes, I was
about to do that."

Pondering on
Danny's idea as he punched the telephone buttons, I knew it was
good. No one would know I'd taken the advance. But I couldn't write
all the time the girl was threatening me, demanding to have sex
with my husband. Maybe, if I gave her a couple of thousand
pounds...

"Mr Wilkins?
Hallo, it's Danny Goodman. Yes, we survived the evening - just!
Were you able to follow her when she left? Yes, I know the pub.
Past East Street and into Lennox Avenue, yes. You lost them on the
motorway? I know, I've been caught in the traffic many times. What
about the registration number? A hire car, I might have guessed. So
what now? Yes, this evening. No, she didn't say what time. OK, if I
hear any more, I'll let you know."

He knew he
didn't have to tell me the bad news as he replaced the receiver and
wandered across the room to the window. But I wasn't going to have
the girl round again. Private detective or not, I couldn't endure
another horrendous evening watching Danny screw her.

"You told me
that you weren't going to have any more to do with her," I said
accusingly, turning to face him. "If she's coming here..."

"I know, I
know," he sighed. "We'll have to play it by ear."

"She won't
want to play it by ear; she'll want to play it by..."

"You're not
going to pay her, and I'm not going to fuck her - excuse my French.
All we can do is let her in, play for time, and then kick her out.
The private dick's going to be ready this time."

"He should
have been ready last bloody time!"

"Yes, but he
didn't know that... Have you got a better idea, Selina?"

"No, I suppose
not."

"Then that's
what we'll do. About the book."

"What about
it?"

"No one will
know that you've taken the advance."

"That's true,
because I'm not going to take it."

"Well, at
least give it some thought. It occurred to me that, if you took the
money, we could move away, abroad, even. Anyway, think about
it."

"Yes, I will.
Look, I want to get on with this short story."

"OK, I'll be
bashing out a load of bollocks, as is my wont. See you later."

Move abroad? I
pondered, gazing at my computer screen. It was a thought, but did I
really want to leave my home, leave England? Why the hell should I
have to leave? No, I wasn't going to run away! The plan would have
to work. The bitch would turn up in the evening, we'd give her wine
and, as Danny had said, play for time before kicking her out. The
private detective had failed once - it was unlikely that he'd fail
again.

I worked at
the word processor for most of the day, somehow finding the
inspiration to write. Danny went out for a walk around six, leaving
me to get ready for the evening - not that I could out-dress the
tart! But I felt positive this time, in control. The bitch wasn't
going to have sex, or money, and I wondered what her reaction would
be when we threw her out onto the street. I was almost relishing
the evening!

Unfortunately,
she arrived early, before Danny had returned from his walk. I
showed her into the lounge and offered her a glass of wine, knowing
full well that she was naked beneath her coat. Naked or not, she
wasn't going to enjoy sex - or the evening!

"Where's my
stud?" she asked impishly, sitting in the armchair.

"My stud is
out," I smiled. "He's gone for a walk, giving us time for a
chat."

"I haven't
come here to chat."

"Tough,
because that's what we're going to do. OK, I've come to some
decisions. Number one, I'm not writing any more books so there'll
be no more money. Number two, my husband won't be having sex with
you again..."

"You've got it
all wrong, Selina," she grinned. "Number one, unless you get an
advance for another book I'll make sure that the newspapers pull
you to pieces, ruin you. Number two, unless you have sex with
me..."