"My God!" I said, as soon as I could catch my breath. Who could have done it? Who could have shot this stuff?
And then I remembered. The two kids who'd been watching me before Gilbert had showed up. The ones who'd been making the suggestive remarks. I'd guessed they were Brightwater kids, but I didn't have any names. And now I simply had to get to them before the cops did.
But how? Most of them had been sent home during the suspension of classes.
I had another drink and started to worry. And that led to another drink. And I cried for a while. And then I sat and stared at the floor, and tried to think.
And then I. looked at the pictures again.
And… well, it was strange in the middle of my worrying and fretting, I started getting hot. Really! Those were fantastic pictures!
I got up and looked at them again.
And then I sat down on the bed and opened my legs a little so I could get at myself a little better. As I flipped through the stack with one hand, I slipped a. couple of fingers of the other inside my robe and found my own hot and suddenly juicy bush. And I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my lap as I stuck a finger inside my slit and started working on myself.
Jesus! Have you ever seen porno pictures of yourself? The effect is fantastic!
I flipped through pix one and two, lingering lovingly for a moment over the nice shot of that beautiful hard cock of his poking out at me in picture two before discarding it and getting down to the really nice stuff.
And sure enough, there were were in picture three, fucking away like crazy. Both of us naked.
Naked! I couldn't have imagined beforehand what the sight of my own naked body would do to me, right there, shameless on the open sand, with a naked boy on top of me, tucking the day lights out of me. It was marvelous! I stuck three fingers up my wet snatch and went to work even harder.
And in picture four… God!
There he was, lying exhausted on his back, naked as I was. And I was shamelessly bending over him, an eager and sexed-up look on my face, my mouth open, reaching for his cock!
And in picture five I was licking it! Licking the come off it! Getting it hard again! I was hot as a pistol now; I went to work on my cut, faster and faster. And to make things easier, I lay on my back, holding the photo up to look at it, spreading my legs as far apart as I possibly could, reaching inside myself to find wet juice to rub on my inflamed clit and grease it up for a nice slimy come..
And that's just how they found me when they pushed the door open. Both of them. With mean, confident smiles on their faces, they stood there, taking it all in. There I was, a porno picture in one hand, with my to be open all the way down front, legs sticking out and pussy wide open, trigging the hell out of myself and coming like crazy. And there, watching me, were the two guys who'd got me that way, with their damned pictures.
I was mad as hell. I jumped out of bed, pulled my robe shut, and confronted them. "Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here like this?" I said sharply. "Get out, both of you!"
The left-hand one smiled insinuatingly. "We came for our pictures," he said. "Or for whatever you want to pay for them."
"What do you mean?" I said.
"He means those," the other one said, pointing to the crumpled glossy in my hand. "The pussy pictures you just starred in."
"Oh, that," I said. "Here." I picked up the whole stack, ripped them into small pieces, and threw them at their feet. "That should show you what I think of them."
"Lady," said the first one, "that's gonna cost you. You know we still have the negatives in a safe place." He grinned meanly. "I got half a mind to send another set to the newspapers. Or have ‘em blown up for discotheque posters. Or put on T-shirts."
"What do you want?" I said. I wasn't so sure of thyself now. They had me over a barrel, with this scandal ready to break any day now and with my only hope being the fact that, so far, nobody had testified against me but poor Percy, who was dead and beyond the reach of any subpoena.
"I don't have very much money… "
"Well, I don't know," said the first boy. "Maybe you could work it out in trade. Somehow."
I gave him a look. "What do you want?"
"Well, just for openers, get that robe off," he said. He had a nasty smile on his face and he stood before me, hands on hips, dressed in funky jeans and boots. I did as he said. "Now," he continued, "get down on your hands and knees on the floor here before me and let's see if you're still as good as you were in the pictures. Eddie?"
The other boy went back out of the door and returned with a big suitcase. He put it on the bed and opened it as I knelt before the kid and looked up at him. Then I looked over at the other boy. He was taking out a movie camera and lighting equipment
"Not" I said, starting to get up. "I won't. You can't make me…"
He grabbed me by the hair with one hand and slapped me twice, hard, with the other. "Shut up," he said. "If you're good to us, maybe we'll only make one print of it to keep for ourselves. Maybe we'll give you the negatives of the stills and keep only one print. But there ain't no way you're going to get every last print of this, stills or movies. If we gave you every-thing we had, who's to stop you from going to the cops yourself to prefer charges for blackmail? No, we're gonna keep one each of everything. Maybe if you're good we'll give you the negatives, but in the meantime, baby, smile you're on candid camera."
I looked at him, thunderstruck. Out of the side of my eye I could make out the other kid setting up camera and lights. "Wait," he said. "I wanta get all of it on film. Don't start yet."
And I waited. But when I tried to sit down on my heels and rest for a moment, the boy standing before me yanked hard on my hair again and slapped me, even harder than before. "Wait," he said roughly. I waited. 4'Now," he said at last. "Now suck me off for the nice birdie."
I hesitated, suddenly seeing the years stretching out before me, the years of worry and fear, of payoffs made in frightened haste, of this eternal, degrading, dehumanized sex with a pair of perverted animals-the one a sadistic beast, the other a voyeuristic photo freak-and with no respite from their persecution, on assurance, ever, that I'd be free of their blackmail schemes or their threats.
I swear, in that one moment, I saw it all, condensed into a brutal and horrifying vision lasting no more than a second or two-all the years I've spent since, alone and on the run from them, from city to city, desperately trying to snatch a few weeks happiness, only to see them turn up once again on my doorstep, right at the worst possible moment, insistent and insolent.
I didn't see the details: the lovers lost, the marriage annulled, the jobs chucked down the drain. All I saw was the bard and unbending face of the future itself, of the cruel and heartbreaking years ahead of me. And I thought, miserably, what if…
But just then the hard hand swept across my face again, slapping me until my ears rang. "Now!" he said in a cold voice. "Get started!"
I reached for his zipper, my eyes wet and glazed. "Sure," I said bitterly. "Why not?"