Phone Blackmail Ch. 03

I thought I’d survived Tuesday without being humiliated. Simon and John were both away on a course and I had spent the day free from their blackmailing commands. The only problem I seemed to have was the constant smirking and lewd comments from some of the other staff in the office. They’d obviously heard about yesterday’s modelling disaster through the grapevine. I tried to brush off their jibes with a smile and a laugh, but by the end of the day it was beginning to get a little tiring. I almost snapped at them, but tried to restrain myself from sinking to their level.

I was pulling on my jacket to set off home when my mobile phone rang. My heart sank when I realised it was Simon. ‘Emma, I’m having a little get together with some friends tonight at my house. I’d love it if you could come and help with the drinks and food.’

I protested, ‘But I was going out to the pictures tonight… ‘

‘I’m very sorry dear, but I need your help. You’ve had a day free from our contract today, and so I think you owe me some of your time. Remember what’s at stake – your career is on the line if you don’t keep your side of the bargain.’

‘OK, please stop reminding me – what time do you want me there?’

‘Come straight round now. You don’t need to get changed, I’ve got the perfect outfit for you!’

Worried, I asked, ‘What is… ‘ Simon ended the call before I could finish my question.

It was just after seven o’clock when I knocked at the door to Simon’s house in north London. Within seconds he appeared and ushered me in to the hall. He was acting friendly, obviously excited about his plans for the evening. I must admit I was excited as well – I knew I should be fearful of what could happen, but I had perversely enjoyed the previous episodes where I had been exposed.

He waved me through to the kitchen and asked me to open the large white bag on the table. My hands fumbled with the zip before I managed to get it open. I took out the contents – it was my outfit for the evening. The silky black material was obviously expensive and felt nice to the touch. I finally separated the cloth into two garments – a pair of cami-knickers and a lacy vest top. Simon smiled at the obviously shocked look on my face, ‘I hope they’re your size. You can put them on now if you want. I’ve told my guests that I’ve hired an ‘escort’ for the evening – they don’t know that you work with me, so you can be assured that your identity will remain a secret.’

I was relieved about Simon’s assurance and asked, ‘Where should I get changed?’

‘Right there will be fine. I’ve just got a few things to finish off with the food while you change. The guests should be arriving in five minutes or so.’

Once again any pretence of privacy that I’d had was shattered. I turned with my back to Simon and took off my jacket. My blouse came next and I placed it carefully on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Simon stopped me as I was about to unhook my bra and offered, ‘Here, I’ll help you with that!’ His fingers expertly unclasped the small hooks and he gently slipped the bra straps off my shoulders. I tensed, expecting him to try and grab at my breasts. I almost wanted him to take me, to turn me round and kiss me hard on the lips, to suck my stiff nipples, but he just went back to the fridge, continuing with his preparations.

I slipped on the black top that Simon had chosen for me. The thin straps led to the lacy neck-line which barely covered my breasts. The top was quite loose, probably a size too large. I’d have to be careful bending forward, otherwise my breasts would be on show. I unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and pulled down my panties. Just as I was about to step into the cami-knickers Simon called over, ‘Emma could you just give me a hand with these canapés please?’ I went over, still naked from the waist down. I could have pulled on the knickers, but I somehow wanted to show myself to him.

Simon was nonchalant about my state of undress, and didn’t even comment on my bare pussy. He showed me what to do with the tiger prawns and stood next to me, watching what I was doing over my shoulder. His hand rested against my bare bottom. I wanted him to stroke it, to let his fingers slip between my legs and feel my pussy, but once again he seemed almost oblivious to the opportunity.

It was half an hour after the guests had arrived that I finally began to relax a little. Along with Simon, there were four other men, friends of his from the Tennis Club. I was apprehensive about how they would treat me, but they were all acting very gentlemanly. I’d expected to be groped and felt-up but they all kept their hands to themselves. I helped to serve the drinks and canapés, all the while aware of my state of undress in the loose top and lacy knickers. As I bent forward to offer the platters of prawns and other nibbles to the seated guests I could feel the front of my top gape open. With my hands holding the heavy plates I was unable to prevent them from seeing my naked breasts and erect nipples. They all looked without any sense of shame, but no-one commented on my slip.

Simon called me into the kitchen just before we went through to the dining room for the main course. With just the two of us there he commented, ‘Emma, can I just say you’re being the perfect hostess. I can tell my guests are obviously enjoying having such a pretty waitress tonight. Now, we’re onto the main meal now, so would you please put on this apron and help to serve it out?’ He offered the apron to me; it was one of those that you tie around your waist, leaving your top half uncovered. I was fumbling with the ties, trying to make a knot when Simon laughed, ‘Emma, you don’t want to be putting it on over that nice lingerie. Please take your top and knickers off!’ I couldn’t believe what he was asking me to do, but knew that I had to do as he commanded.

I took a deep breath as I entered the dining room, carrying a bowl of roasted vegetables in my outstretched hands. The conversation stopped immediately as I went in and the men turned round to stare at my exposed breasts. The attention of all the strangers in the room made my nipples become more erect, they felt as if they were about to burst. I placed the bowl in the centre of the table, squeezing between two of the seated guests. One of them lightly stroked my bare bottom which was only inches from his face. I tensed a little at his touch, one side of me wanting to protest, the other side wanting him to carry on. I smiled down at him, hoping to allay any nervousness he may have been feeling. He continued with his gentle massage and I pushed my bottom back into his touch, encouraging him to continue. His hand moved slowly to between my legs and I adjusted my stance to let him feel my pussy more easily. While he touched me I checked out the reactions of the other guests, gazing into their staring, almost greedy, faces. Being watched like this made me very wet, and I could hear the slurping sound of the guest’s fingers as he rubbed between my throbbing pussy lips. I wanted him to slide one of his fingers inside me, but his touching stopped immediately as Simon came back into the room carrying the rest of the dinner. Simon laughed, ‘Hey, there’ll be plenty of time for that later! I’ve spent all afternoon cooking this food, so don’t let it go to waste – dig in!’

Simon forced me to dispense even with the skimpy apron as I served dessert. I was becoming almost used to being naked in front of strangers by now, and I met his request with silent resignation. As I poured the cream over each of the guest’s Pavlova I had to stand next to them, leaning over to make sure there were no spills. Each of the men touched me, hugging my waist or stroking my bare bottom. I didn’t protest at their gentle fondling, instead I encouraged it, continuing to smile and wiggle my behind as they touched me.

After dinner the men went back to Simon’s sitting room to have their coffees. I was waiting, hands clasped behind my back near the door to the hall when Simon announced, ‘I’m sure we’d all like to thank Emma here for her attentiveness this evening. I’ve certainly enjoyed the way she’s brightened up our meal with her gorgeous young body. Now Emma has sportingly agreed to finish off our evening with a bang.’ I tensed noticeably, worried at what he was about to suggest. He continued, ‘Emma has agreed to give just one of us a blowjob this evening. We’ve all got to put £50 into the pot, and the winner of the raffle gets to have this young girl’s soft lips wrapped around their cock!’ I gasped at the forthrightness of his proposal – he hadn’t even bothered to warn me! The men all smiled in anticipation and fumbled around in their wallets for the money. The pot of £250 was placed on the coffee table. Simon asked each of the guests to write their names on a scrap of paper. The scrunched up names were placed in a large brandy glass, and I was asked to pick. I closed my eyes, rummaged around for one of the tiny balls of paper and pulled one out. My hands were shaking as I nervously unwrapped the paper. My voice was very quiet as I announced the winner, ‘It’s Nigel.’

Nigel was the oldest of the assembled guests, probably in his mid-sixties. From their conversations over dinner I’d found out that he used to be Simon’s boss before taking early retirement. He had a nice smile, and had been very courteous and friendly towards me all evening. After he’d won the ‘raffle’, he joked, ‘Let’s see if I’m not too old enough to remember what to do!’ He stood up, and without any trepidation he unzipped his fly and let his trousers fall down to his ankles. His erect penis was straining at the front of his dark blue briefs. Simon nudged my elbow, and I woke from my daze.

I walked nervously into the centre of the room, surrounded by the other guests sitting in their armchairs. Nigel smiled warmly at me as I approached, which helped relax me a little. I knelt on the soft rug in front of him – my face opposite his obvious erection. I reached to grip the side of his briefs and pulled them down with a sharp tug. His cock sprang free, almost hitting me in the face. I knew I should have been repulsed by being made to perform oral sex on an old man in front of a room of strangers, but I wanted nothing more than to take his cock into my mouth.

Nigel sighed as I gripped the shaft of his penis in my right hand. I slowly massaged it to its full size before closing my eyes and leaning forward to lick its tip. I pulled back the folds of skin and lightly licked his glans. His breathing began to quicken and I took the head of his cock into my mouth, continuing to flick my tongue over his tip. I knew that he was going to cum quickly and eased off a little, letting him relax his breathing. I cupped his sagging, hairy balls in my hand, rolling them around and massaging them. He gasped, ‘That’s fantastic – keep doing it!’. I went in for the kill now, taking almost all of his cock in my mouth and maintaining my gentle grip on his balls. His knees sagged a little before he came in my mouth. As he caressed my upturned face in his hands he kept repeating the mantra, ‘Oh my god! Oh my god!’ I swallowed his cum, licking my lips for effect as he gazed down at me.

A round of applause broke out from the ‘audience’ as I finished the blowjob. I smiled at the circle of men, almost wanting to ask, ‘Who’s next?’ Simon walked over to help me up from the floor. He gave me the money from the table and put his arm around my shoulders as he took me back to the privacy of the kitchen. ‘Emma, that was fantastic – you’re made for this kind of thing. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate what you’ve done. It’ll be a shame when our deal has finished’. The harsh reality of his blackmail began to invade my thoughts again, and I was pulled back into the real world. I felt vulnerable again and reached out to put on my clothes. He seemed disappointed by my actions, his face almost sulking. I had enjoyed the evening, but now wanted to leave as quickly as possible. I choked back the tears as I got dressed, the events of the evening replaying through my mind. I felt shame at what I had done, and almost panicked at the thought of what might happen at work tomorrow…