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WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of
fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone
similar behavior.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are
illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by
PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law.
If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here
THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!
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SubDiane's Mistake
Chapter 7
Diane stood there in the hall, wobbly kneed, for several minutes after the door
closed behind her. She was in hell. Pure hell. The blackmailer might be
either or none of the people she'd been with today, or all three of them - he'd
said "we" last time. Her stomach was in a knot and she knew she was going to
throw up.
Her eyes darted up and down the hall, hoping without hope for a public
bathroom. Hotels did not have bathrooms on the upper floors, maybe she could
make it to the first floor... but then there was the concierge.
The Palmer House was a popular place for conventions and meetings. There were
meeting rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors, there would probably be a public
bathroom there. She made it to the stairwell, supporting herself with one hand
along the wall, and pushed open the door.
On the 3rd floor, she saw the women's room right across from the stairway door.
Inside, she immediately headed for a stall, locked the door behind her, and
sat on the toilet. She put her head down between her knees and started
sobbing.
Everything was going to be shit from now on. He'd probably fuck her again
tomorrow and the next day and the next day...
The familiar feeling of nausea came on her quickly. She stood up, spun around
and dropped to her knees. Just in time, she leaned her head over the opening
and retched several times, bringing up breakfast, dinner from the night before,
and anything else that was down there mixing with the Coke and cum from Hardy
this morning and Carl this afternoon.
+ + +
After nearly twenty minutes, she felt composed enough to face the mirror. She
opened the door to the stall and walked to the sinks. There was plenty of cold
water and she let it run for several minutes before soaking one of the hand
towels in it. She opened the towel and pressed it to her face, covering
everything and letting the coolness soak away the tears.
She re-wet the towel again with hot water and pressed it hard against her eyes
and cheeks. Then, again. It felt wonderful. The towel was an escape, it
reconnected her with the world at home, where none of this was happening -
where none of it was even conceivable.
The toothbrush and toothpaste were still in her purse. She took them out and
scrubbed her mouth again several times. She felt like it made some kind of
difference.
Adjusting her blouse and skirt, running her fingers through her hair several
times, she was finally prepared to go out into the hotel. She'd mapped out an
escape route, if she came down the stairwell instead of the elevator, she'd be
close enough to the exit that she could probably make it without the concierge
spotting her.
The tall man with the red hat was leaning down examining a map with a customer
when she opened the stairwell door, he stayed focused on the map until after
she left. She felt relieved that she'd made it by him once more, then felt
angry that she'd had to.
+ + +
That night, there was no email from SumwonElz.
She wondered if that was it, if he'd finished with her. Her excitement grew
every minute she stayed online and he didn't appear. She cruised several rooms
at random, reading about the news events of the day, people asking to buy
magazines and cars, and retelling sports stories.
Some IMs came in from people who read her ID or profile as an open invitation.
Often, it was, but not tonight. Tonight, she was enjoying a kind of anonymity.
The second night, still no contact. She felt no desire to enter any of the
chat rooms she used to haunt, not even any curiousity to answer any of the IMs
she received. Even from one who was an "old friend under another name".
Two more nights -- the weekend -- passed by with no contact. She began to feel
that whoever it was had lost interest. Perhaps this was such a lucrative field
-- blackmailing women who have sex chats -- that he moved on from one to
another rapidly. Perhaps looking for a supermodel with a nighttime
addiction...
The following Monday, the family went out to a movie. It was another
action-adventure flick, big budget and little plot. They were home by ten
o'clock. She knew that her husband might want her and she was more than ready
for some old-fashioned cuddling. Even thought the blackmail had happened only
last week, it was beginning to fade from her mind. She knew she would never
tell him and it seemed that he had no clue. Of course, he would have no
reason.
They both dressed in their pajamas. The overhead light was out and only the
lamps on the night tables gave the room a dim light.
"I have something for you," he announced softly.
"Really?" she asked.
"Really. I picked it up over the weekend, but you seemed a bit distracted so I
held on to it until today."
>From the top drawer of his night table, he took a small package. It was wrapped
in gold paper with a red bow.
She kissed him and took it in her hand. Untying the bow, she ripped the paper
and opened the package. Inside was a small picture frame with a picture of
their two children inside.
"It's beautiful - you remembered?"
"I did. It's been months, I've been waiting for the right time. So, I bought
it Saturday, but, like I said, the right time didn't seem to be until now..."
"Oh, it's perfect," she said. She placed the frame on her night table, then
rolled over and pressed against him. She kissed him and whispered "thank you."
He whispered back "thank me." It was a kind of ritual they'd developed, a way
for either of them to say what they wanted without saying it.
She reached her hand underneath the covers, slid it down his belly and under
the elastic waist band of his pajama bottoms. His cock was already stiff, the
head slightly wet.
"You've been thinking about this a while, haven't you?" she asked with a grin.
He rose on his knees and let her position herself underneath him.
"You're irresistible," he answered. He supported himself on his arms and
waited for her to take off her clothes. He liked her naked underneath him,
though he rarely removed anything he was wearing. His cock poked out the
crotch of the pajamas, but, other than that, he was fully clothed.
Diane had the role down from years of practice. She slid quickly out of her
pajamas, knew that he might lose interest and that would be it for another week
or another month. And, did her best to recreate an erotic chat in her mind.
He wasn't going to kiss, fondle, touch, or tease her and wouldn't let her touch
herself while they fucked. She'd tried dozens of ways to bring herself to
orgasm when he fucked her, but it was rare. There was so little to work with.
This time, she heard a low moan come out of her throat and felt herself damp,
wetter than usual. Her nipples were stiff, she felt them rub against the
fabric of his clothes. To her shock, she found that she was running the
encounter with Carl through her mind. Waking up with his hand between her legs
was one of the hottest things she could find in her sexual memory. Then,
making her brace herself on her hands and knees, giving no thought at all to
what was going on for her, using her as an orifice and nothing more...
"What the hell's the matter with you?"
It was Jim. She opened her eyes and saw the intense look of disapproval on his
face. He'd stopped fucking her but her hips continued to grind against him.
"Stop that, what the hell's wrong with you?" he demanded. "You're doing it
like a goddamned whore."
Tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry dear, it's just that you were really
getting to me, turning me on." She reached up and caressed his face in her
hands. "Sometimes, it's just too much for me, the way you do it."
He stared at her. She was not certain what he was thinking, but she was
desparate for him to start fucking her again. Maybe she would get off this
time.
"Well, you're going to wake Sarah and then what? Maybe we'd just better stop
this." He started to withdraw.
"Oh, God Jim, please. I...I want to make you feel good," she begged, hoping he
would not lose interest or start talking. She raised her head and kissed him.
He responded, moving his cock slowly into her again. She tried to concentrate,
tried to let her body have its orgasm without quivering or shaking so much he
objected again.
"I really love the way you are, you know," she whispered in his ear. She knew
that the longer she could work his ego, the more time she had to bring herself
off. "So strong, so firm, so sure of yourself..."
He humped her hard, he always got out of rhythm early on, but this time, she
kept up with him, raising her hips so he'd fuck deeper. Her orgasm was
building and she saw the white explosions starting beneath her eyelids.
"You're my Man of Steel, my knight in shining armor..."
She strained to keep her body from going out of control, trying to have the
orgasm without the thrashing she desparately wanted. He unloaded his cum into
her, then stopped and pulled himself out abruptly.
"That was wonderful, dear," he said. She felt his hands under the covers,
tucking his penis into the pajama bottoms and buttoning them back up. "Thank
you. Sweet dreams."
As he rolled over to sleep, she rolled on her side and pressed the pillow
against her mouth, screaming silently, tears streaming down her face.
+ + +
- SumwonElz: How was it?
- SubDiane: How was what?
- SumwonElz: Have you heard about those listening devices the military has?
- SumwonElz: The ones you sometimes see in spy magazines or TV detective
shows?
- SumwonElz: You can listen into a whispered conversation through a window
at 300 yards.
- SumwonElz: "I bought it Saturday, I've been waiting for the right time..."
- SubDiane: You bastard.
He couldn't have. Yet, there was no way he could have guessed what Jim had
said. The monster was stalking her. This was worse than she could have
imagined.
- SumwonElz: Whatever. Anyway, back to the question: How was it?
How to escape this? What could she do to find him?
- SumwonElz: Are you going to answer, or should I?
If he was still outside, she might spot his car. Would he still be sitting
there, the listening device out the window like a cheap TV show?
- SumwonElz: I guess you are not going to answer. Perhaps a bit embarassed.
He didn't last very long.
She ran from the library to their bedroom. It faced the front of the house.
She parted the curtains but there were no cars on the street in either
direction. If he'd been there, he was gone. Angry, she walked down the hall,
back to the library, back to the computer.
- SumwonElz: Let me guess, are you looking for me outside?
- SumwonElz: You know I won't be there.
- SumwonElz: How would I be that stupid, to let you see me?
- SumwonElz: The game would lose all its fun.
- SumwonElz: Besides, do you want to know something?
- SumwonElz: Are you there?
Feeling hopeless and defeated, she decided to answer.
- SubDiane: Yes, I'm here.
- SumwonElz: It wasn't me listening in. It was someone I hired.
Her heart sank.
- SubDiane: That's dangerous. Now, he knows where I live.
- SubDiane: What if he comes back - does something? You're an accomplice.
- SumwonElz: Don't worry about that. I screen my people very carefully.
- SubDiane: You're dangerous and stupid.
- SumwonElz: Perhaps. That remains to be seen, I suppose.
- SumwonElz: Are you ready?
- SubDiane: Ready for what?
- SumwonElz: We're going to take advantage of all that sexual tension you
built up earlier, tonight with James.
Fingers trembling, she typed her answer:
- SubDiane: I have no choice, do I?
+ + + end of Chapter 7
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