Blackmail part 1

Across the street.

”It was a million to one fluke” Tony Philips thought to himself as he finished copying the videotape and ejected it. Removing it from the recorder he went downstairs and out of the house only to return 2 minutes later minus the tape. Then taking, a deep breath, he picked up the phone and made a brief call before going upstairs to look surreptitiously out of his bedroom window.

A fortnight earlier it had been Tony’s birthday and his parents had presented him with a video camera. Tony had wanted one for ages and was delighted, but like all things technical he had some difficulty mastering it. So when he came to use it one afternoon it was with some annoyance that, having left it on his bedroom windowsill, he found it had been switched on all day and the batteries were flat. He put them on charge and went off to do something else. It wasn’t until a week later when he was reviewing some of what he had videoed that he got the shock of his life. As the tape came to the point where he thought it finished it suddenly cut to a shot of the house opposite, taken out of his bedroom window. Baffled, Tony left it running as he tried to figure out why he had this shot and it took couple of minutes to realize what had occurred and laughed.

”Twit” he said out loud to himself and was reaching to turn it off when he saw somebody walk up the drive .He paused, out of curiosity, just to see what happened, as his camera had been pointing at the house of the biggest snob in the street, Susan Thompson. Tony didn’t like her, she had caused him nothing but grief all the time he had lived opposite her, she seemed to reckon that she was as cut above everybody else in the street and generally treated her neighbours with disdain.

She had been particularly cold towards Tony, ever since he had put a football through one of her windows several years ago. Tony knew she was some form of office manager at a bank, but exactly what he didn’t know. She always dressed smartly and Tony couldn’t help but notice her largish breasts when he did occasionally see her.

Tony watched the video as the mystery man approached her door; to the young observer the man was behaving furtively as he ran the doorbell.

The door opened almost immediately and Susan ushered the man inside. Tony hit the freeze frame, his mouth dropped open as he continued to stare at the screen, he watched in disbelief. Mrs. Susan Thompson was naked, no that wasn’t quite true. She’d opened the door fully to her friend, clad in a black lacy basque, which only real function was to hold the wide black suspenders to her black stocking tops. On her feet she wore patent leather high heels with double ankle straps. Whilst the quality wasn’t good it was clear enough that the prim and proper Susan Thompson was completely smooth between her legs and her breasts were as large, firm and completely natural as he’d ever suspected they would be. With nice large pick nipples, just as he liked.

Tony hit the play button again, Susan had the door pulled fully open as if she was begging to be seen, the man entered, and walked around her once a smile on his face, she was laughing. The man embraced her. So she was having an affair of some sort behind her husband’s back. She was now trying to push the door closed, but the guy held her tight, although she wasn’t protesting too much, because one hand of her was already in his trousers. He caught a brief glimpse of his hard cock as she slid to her knees and pushed the door closed. Tony almost came off knowing what was happening behind the door.

Tony continued to watch but there was little to see and then suddenly he heard a key in the front door lock.

”Hello, Tony” his mother called as she entered. Tony quickly ejected the tape and hid it in a drawer…….

With his thoughts returning to the present Tony, peering out of his window; didn’t have to wait long before he saw activity across the street. Susan Thompson slowly opened her door, looked round quickly and then picked up a package off her doorstep. The package, which had been placed there minutes earlier contained, edited video highlights of Susan’s indiscretions from a fortnight earlier. The door closed and Tony decided to watch TV for a while, his nerves on edge as he thought what might happen if his plan went wrong. But then he imagined Susan watching the tape and smiled, as he thought about what she must be wondering to herself. He forced himself to leave it a full hour to give her both time to watch the tape and then to start sweating before he turned off the TV and went to the phone. Knowing that her husband was out he surmised that she must have watched the tape by now so with a trembling hand he quickly punched in her number and waited. After five rings the phone had still not been answered and he almost lost his bottle and put the handset down. But he forced himself not to and two rings later he heard Susan’s phone answered and a female voice say

”Hello”

”Susan Thompson?” he enquired

”Yes” she answered warily, “who is this?”

”Never mind that” he replied, trying to sound firm but in reality he was virtually quaking in his boots, “I take it you’ve seen the tape.

”Who is this,” Susan snapped angrily, “How dare you.”

”SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Tony shouted down his phone, which caused Susan to fall silent. He had expected this and was just following his plan.

”The tape you have is a copy. I have the original” he explained “and I am very tempted to make copies for your husband, your sons, and all your neighbours.

Richard heard a gasp and then there was a silence at the other end of the phone before in a cold voice Susan asked, ”What do you want?”

Be at the end of the road tomorrow a 6pm.” Tony told her and put the phone down before Susan could say anything. He breathed a huge sigh of relief and calming himself down returned to watching the TV. The next part of his plan was already worked out and he grinned as he thought about putting it into action. But conversely there were nagging doubts in his mind that it might all go wrong and he’d find himself in trouble.

The following night Susan Thompson was waiting at the end of her street at the appointed time. Her train home from work had been late and as a result she didn’t have time to go home first, instead arriving at the road end straight from the station just three minutes prior to 6pm. Ever since the phone call the previous evening and her subsequent viewing of the tape her mind had been in turmoil and the worst thing was she had no idea who was doing this to her.

Many times she mentally kicked herself for being so stupid. Her husband had been away and Simon was staying overnight with a friend. She had invited one of her work colleagues, with whom she was having a brief fling, home. It had only lasted a few days, she thought better of it and in fact he only came to her house once and that one occasion was when they had been video taped.

She also kicked herself for accepting the dare from Donald to greet him dressed like that. A dare that had sexually excited them both, leaving her door wide open and then in their haste not drawing the curtains in the bedroom. Now she was no doubt going to be blackmailed for her indiscretions, not only did her blackmailer threaten to give her husband a copy of the tape but also her son Simon and the neighbours.

Susan shivered; it was a dark breezy evening although not too cold for November. But her office attire was not particularly suited to standing on draughty street corners. Dressed in a charcoal grey business suit with a thigh length skirt she pulled her rather thin coat around her, not that it offered much protection, finishing only several inches below her waist. It was fine for her usual brisk walk from the station but not for standing around in the cool evening air. Not liking high heels Susan was shod in a pair of black flat shoes and being quite tall she could get away with it. Susan was not the best of people to work for normally but her staff at the office had, that day a particularly rough time as she had constantly thought about the tape.

”Evening Mrs. Thompson”

A voice jolted her out of her musings and as she looked around.