The thought repulsed Fay, she had always gone out with respectable white boys that her parents would approve of, she had gone anyway after she could not bear the pestering any longer. Ten minutes after arriving Sally had disappeared into a bedroom with some guy she had met five minutes earlier, leaving Fay on her own in a room full of black strangers. She faced a dilemma, she couldn’t leave Sally here on her own, but she was desperate to leave. She settled on getting a bit drunk, eventually letting one particular guy, who seemed nicer than the rest, get her a glass of punch.
Before long Fay was feeling a bit the worse for wear, she was slumped against the man as he talked to friends, she was feeling very light-headed but a lot more comfortable. The punch was making her warm and she hadn’t objected as the man felt her breasts, oblivious to the watching friends as they smirked at her obvious enjoyment. Fay moaned her approval unaware of the unfolding situation, her body taking control, she revelled in the tingling feeling in her nipples and between her legs.
The man had led Fay to one of the many bedrooms, she had been vaguely aware of another man being present but quickly forgot him as she was undressed roughly. Fay stood naked swaying slightly as the man undid his trousers and prized his enormous cock out, it was only half erect as Fay reached out to touch it, mesmerised by it. She had sunk to her knees, kissing the tip lovingly, barely aware of the camera as it clicked away in the background.
She had awoken the next day, with a crashing hangover, only to aware of her nakedness. There was no sign of the man and with tears in her eyes she stumbled to get dressed and left immediately. Fay was troubled she remembered getting fucked like never before, but this feeling was mixed with shame as she only half remembered the acts she had performed and the constantly whirring camera, committing her obvious pleasure to film.
Fay blinked and returned to the present, she had never spoken about that night, to Richard or Sally, who she still saw occasionally. She had told Sally she had left not long after she had disappeared and had never mentioned it again. In the back of her mind she had always worried the pictures would re-surface but since being married and moving to Surrey she had largely forgotten about the incident. The arrival of the pictures after all these years brought a fresh sense of panic to her, she had no idea who was behind the pictures or what they wanted, it didn’t make sense.
Fay’s eyes settled on the envelope and with a sense of foreboding opened it, her hands shaking uncontrollably as her mind ran through the possible consequences that faced her. The envelope contained a short note.
Mrs Fay Smith
Your past is coming back to haunt you.
After your tennis match you will go to the equipment shed behind the clubhouse.
You will not be wearing panties.
This is the tame set of pictures there is a video as well so do as I say.
Failure to comply will result in the pictures being sent to every member of the club.
That was it, no name or anything, Fay’s heart was racing, she would be ruined. Richard was a member of the club, as were all her friends, she would be a laughing stock. No one would invite them for dinner, Richards business would be in tatters as it was revealed his loving wife had a less than perfect past, she fought to contain the tears that welled up inside her. What was she to do, cancel the match and not turn up, no good the pictures would be sent out anyway. She had no choice, she had to comply there were no options.
Fay tried to calm down, there had to be a way out of this, she had money she would buy the pictures back and destroy them. So simple, no need to get all worked up about it, there just pictures after all, over 10 years old, nothing she couldn’t talk her way out of. Fay felt the tension within her relinquish its stranglehold on her heart, everything would be fine.
With these thoughts fresh in her mind she drove to the club, parked up and went straight to the court, she was a bit late and didn’t want to risk defaulting the game as it was a league match. Her playing partner, a new guy called Graham was already waiting for her, he looked her over as she approached.
Fay was not above a bit of flirting, if it helped her win a match and the guy was sort of cute. She dropped her bag and turning her back to him, bent from the waist, showing her thighs and she was sure a good look at her ass. All thoughts of her dilemma had gone from her mind as she started concentrating on the matter in hand, she had nothing to worry about.
The match lasted an hour Fay won comfortably, after she shook hands with Graham again aware of his gaze. He seemed to be staring a little to intently at her, but she dismissed the thought and packed her kit up. She would just deal with the small matter of the pictures than she had time for lunch, maybe some of the girls were around.
Fay remembered her instructions, removing her white panties, a little sweaty now, and putting them in her kit bag. She was aware of the cool air tickling her pussy hair as she tried to stop her skirt from rising up. Fay stood in front of the shed, its large barn like door slightly ajar, no one was about so she snuck inside feeling slightly naughty as she knew this area was out of bounds for members.
She stood in the centre of the floor feeling slightly foolish, the room smelled of oil and diesel. Fay shifted her weight between her feet.
“Is anyone there?”
Her voice sounded tiny but elicited no response, she was about to leave, thinking the whole thing some kind of practical joke when Bill the caretaker appeared from behind a tractor, wiping his oily hands on a rag.
“Damn, Bill you frightened me I nearly jumped out of my skirt”
Fay sagged with relief, she had known Bill for ages, well not exactly known him. Bill was always around, pottering, mowing the lawn, mending the nets keeping his head down, as the privileged enjoyed the facilities he worked hard to maintain. Fay had never appreciated how big he really was, he always seemed to be stooped over some piece of machinery or other, but he literally towered over her, making her a little nervous again.
“You looking for some one”
His manner seemed different from usual Fay couldn’t put her finger on it, but he seemed more dominant than normal, as if Fay was trespassing on his turf and was not welcome. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness under her skirt and was shamed at the thrill that coursed through her
“No I must have taken a wrong turn, I was just curious about the shed”
Fay knew this sounded pathetic, but she wanted to get out of here and meet some to lunch, it was obvious that she was being wound up, there was no one here to blackmail her. Fay turned to go.
“Lift the skirt”
Fay stopped dead, her heart skipping a beat, her earlier anxiety returned with a rush, almost causing her knees to give way. She turned to face Bill her head hung, suddenly unsure of herself, her confidence crushed.
“You heard me, lift the skirt”
His voice was harsh, Fay couldn’t help herself, she complied, hesitating briefly before lifting the skirt over her thighs exposing her most intimate parts to this man she had barely spoken to before.
“I take it you got the pictures”
“Yes I got them”
Fay mumbled a reply, acutely aware of her nakedness, all thoughts of buying herself out of her predicament gone from her mind.
“Quite the little slut aren’t we? I knew you would come, your desperate to see the video as well aren’t you?”