Peter Jensen - The blackmailed wife

Ann gasped at the realization that Pete had been watching her shameless submission to Carlos' probing hand. She dropped her head into her hands sobbing, unable to believe it. They were watching her all the time!

"Pete," Julia admonished, "leave the poor girl alone. I'll handle this. She's my guest down here."

"Well, hell, who does she think she is, Miss Untouchable?"

"Now you be quiet. Ann, darling, let's go freshen up, shall we? We'll meet you gentlemen in the room for a drink in a couple of minutes."

"Well make it fast, baby, I'm hot as a firecracker," Pete cracked as he and Carlos headed toward the stairway. Julia took Ann's hand, and pulled her gently from the couch, leading her out of the room and down the hall to the ladies room. Her arm was draped sympathetically over Ann's shoulder consoling the sobbing girl. Other couples eyed them curiously on their way upstairs to the various bedrooms.

In the bathroom, she took a cold wash cloth and pressed it tenderly to Ann's forehead.

"There dear, does that feel better?"

"Oh yes, it does, Julia," Ann groaned in self pity. "I-I feel like such a fool for behaving this way but I just can't take much more of this. I love Dave so much and I just can't do anything that might make me sorry for the rest of my life. I just can't."

"There, now. No one's asking you to do anything you don't want to. I just can't understand why such a lovely girl wouldn't like to enjoy herself a little on the side. After all, no one would ever know."

"I don't care. I would know and that would be enough," Ann protested. "I could never face my husband again if I went any farther. I've done enough as it is."

"Ann darling, this is the twentieth century you know and women do have some rights. Must I remind you that Dave – like all the other pilots – has probably got his own little girl tucked away in an apartment in Hong Kong and may be shacked up with her right this minute. I know that no-good husband of mine has and I don't intend to let him get away with it. I'm going to get my kicks too."

"Julia!" Ann suddenly rebuked her, anger in her voice. "You don't mean you're going to bed with that horrible man!"

"Of course I am, dear. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Remember that."

"Well, you can do what you want, but I'm not going to let anyone touch me. It's not right and you should be ashamed thinking about such a thing. I want to go home right now."

"Now, now, Ann darling. Don't give up your precious morals for my sake. You can sit quietly with Carlos and have a nice drink while Pete and I go play naked games. The way I feel now, it won't take too long."

"But you can't leave me alone with Carlos," Ann wailed. "He might try to do something horrible to me."

"What's horrible?" contempt in her voice. "Who are you afraid of Ann – Carlos or yourself?"

"That's not funny," Ann defended, straightening to reassert her composure. "I can take care of myself."

"All right then show me," Julia chided. "You're a big girl now. Momma can't watch over you all the time."

Julia started toward the door, leaving Ann still standing in front of the mirror. She hesitated for a moment, and then followed, angry now. Julia was back on the kid routine and Ann had had enough of it. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself. She didn't need a nurse maid.

Her courage wavered as she followed Julia upstairs to a door at the end of a long corridor. Ann knew she shouldn't go in and flushed again at the thought of having to face Carlos after the things she let him do in the darkness downstairs. But it was too late now, Julia had opened the door and entered and Ann couldn't just stand here in the corridor like a fool.

"Well, little Miss Virtue has decided to have a drink with us after all, huh? I figured she'd have run with her tail between her legs by now." Pete chuckled as Ann followed Julia into the room. A lewd, half-drunken smile covered the better part of his ruddy, heavy-jowled face. "Has she given the royal consent to play 'pussy' with your friend Carlos here, too?" he continued, laughing at his own obscene cleverness.

Ann gave him a cold stare in answer and sat stiffly on a chair in the corner of the room, ignoring the empty seat on the couch by Carlos. Her eyes assessed the furnishings apprehensively. It certainly was designed for an orgy. There was an over-sized double bed against one wall and two couches with matching chairs scattered about. A small dressing table with a large gold-framed mirror over it intimated it was a bedroom. Ann nodded a reluctant thanks when Carlos put a tall Scotch in her hands. She appreciated that he was being a gentleman about the whole thing and not acting like a complete idiot as Pete was doing. One would never have known by Carlos' demeanor that he had been touching her so intimately a few short minutes ago. Ann closed her thighs in automatic reaction to the thought as it flickered through her mind momentarily. A deep sense of shame still pervaded her entire being and she had no desire to defend herself against Pete's remarks. She just hoped he and Julia and had their little fun and returned quickly so she could get out of this evil place back to her own world that she could understand.

Pete poured himself another quickly and handed one to Julia whose eyes were shining in expectation. Ann had never seen her this way before. It must be the combination of the exhibition (that Ann had to admit left warm tingles in her body), and the hashish cigarettes earlier. They still hadn't worn off and Ann's mind still felt a fuzzy and her body sensitive even to the touch of the chair when she sat down.

"Come on, sweety," Pete said, reaching over and patting Julia's thigh, "bring that drink along and let's go play games. My pecker's so hard it's gonna break off in a minute."

"Pete, you don't have to be so crude. After all, we do have a guest," Julia admonished him, watching Ann's face crimsoned under her needling. "I'm tempted to take both of you on. Carlos looks like an excellent lover. That would solve all our problems."

Carlos remained silent under the compliment, but it was apparent he was pleased with the reference to his masculinity.

"Baby, you won't be able to take on a tom cat when I'm finished with you," Pete laughed. "Now come on that big bed's waiting."

He rose and took Julia's hand, pulling her to her feet.

"I wish you a lot of luck, Carlos my friend, I think she might be a hot little piece once she gets going. I'll leave these and you two can see what you're missing."

Pete pulled an envelope from his inside coat pocket and opened it, drawing out a stack of black and white photographs. He shoved them brusquely under Ann's face and when she refused to take them, let them fall to her lap. She caught a glimpse of the top one and almost dropped her drink. It was woman's face; her mouth in a strained circle around a man's hardened penis. Ann froze as Pete laughed aloud at her shocked reaction and led Julia through the door into the adjoining bedroom.

"Have fun, kids. Them dirty pictures oughta loosen her up Carlos." Pete laughed as he closed the door behind them, his hand already loosening his tie, a lewd, expectant smile on his face.

Ann and Carlos sat in silence for a moment. She gazed straight ahead afraid the sight of the obscene photographs lying on her lap might nauseate her and force her to run for the bathroom. She took a big swallow of the drink, feeling her composure returning as the warm liquid hit her stomach. She still had not looked Carlos in the eye since she had entered the room but the drink gave her a little more courage.

"Carlos, please don't think I have anything against you. It's just that I'm a happily married woman and wouldn't think of doing anything like this with anyone other than my husband."