Reader, this is a story of blackmail of a beautiful blond school teacher, and her eventual submission to her black pupil, and is then introduced to black lesbianism
Marni Dixon was near the top of her personal tree, all the years of hard work, graft, and studying was paying off, the next promotion was the next step, then the world, as they say would be her oyster. And nothing was going to get in her way, this was and still is a mans world, and she was breaking her back to conquer it.
She had recently got rid of her no hope husband, he had been like a parasite on her back, she had tried with him, to take him with her, but he had only gone along for the ride, to see what he could get out of it, it had taken her a long time to realise that he was never going to pull his weight in their marriage.
And in the last year since he had gone, she had rocketed upwards, it seemed as if the people who mattered had waited to see if she could hack it, do it on her own, well she could, and she did! She been given the deputy principal's job at the school she was now joining in the fall, one she had coveted since joining the education system 15 years ago. The next stop was his job.
Her role in life apart from the job she now held was the one that was keeping her in the public eye, and in their attention span. It was also her fervent hope that it would lead her to life in public office; she wanted to reach the top politically. Marni was a resolute and dedicated anti abortionist. She went on rallies, and spoke at meetings; she was being invited on to state TV to give her views and opinions.
She defeated many if not all whom opposed her, the arguments ranged far and wide, and sometimes had little to do with her programme, but she was reported in the press and national TV more and more.
Most of her opponents hated her really because of the way she looked, she could stop a man dead in his tracks at 10 paces, and some women activists were besotted with her too. But she took it all in her stride, she had had enough of men for a while, she had dabbled with women from time to time, but she preferred men.
Marni had short blond hair hair, a lovely golden honey bob, it curled into her neck, she had always worn it long but changed it on advice from her manager, ´short hair and they'll take more notice of you,´ he had said. And it was true too. Her hair was naturally wavy, and would curl around her without coaxing.
Her face was like all beautiful women's faces it was totally symmetrical, her huge wide sea green eyes, with arches that would grace a church, sat either side and above a turned up button nose. Her full blood red lips that didn't always need lipstick were a delight to behold, pouty upper lip slightly fuller than the bottom, teeth and smile that could dazzle a man, and dim the sun.
At 5 ft 8" and 120lbs, her body was soft yet firm, it swept from head to toe, all in graceful curves, no in and swinging out, it flowed like music, down to dainty painted nail feet. And Marni loved to look, behave and act, like the sensual woman she was. She did miss sex with her ex, he was a good lover, but it never compensated for what she really needed the most, love and support.
She knew that out there somewhere was the man she was going to need very soon in her life, she loved the buzz of making love, wild sex, and uninhibited foreplay, waking up in the morning and feeling a woody just waiting for her. She had tried casual sex but it just didn't cut it, if only her stupid husband had risen to the task, she would have given him everything.
There were plenty of admirer's at school, her boss, a couple of the teachers had made it clear they were available for a discreet liaison if she wanted to go that way. And no end of older male pupils had let her know they had the hots for her, including a couple of the girls too.
And in her political life that was beginning to bloom there were many too, offers of assistance here and there, a word in the right ear kind if offer, but she shied away from them, she knew only too well the pitfalls that she would never survive if she did.
She had settled in well and was learning the way the school operated, who was nice, who she could trust etc . She was becoming popular in her new role and that made her job easier, but she insisted on not mixing her two lives together, school was school, her anti abortionist and political life was another.
This weekend she was attending a national rally in a city 200 miles away. Marni spoke for 45 minutes and she went down a treat, she made every headline in the country, her support was growing like wildfire, and so was her notoriety, she was loved by all of her world, but equally hated by her detractors, she received death threats, she was even demonised too.
Matt Drinkwater was sat at home watching the rally on TV, he knew Marni Dixon, but when he knew her it had been Marni Pickard. Matt was a surgeon, and when he had met her it had been in a private clinic when he was training for his doctorate. It made him laugh when he had heard her pontificating about abortion.
Why? Because he had assisted in her very own abortion, one that he was sure no one knew about but him now, she had been 18 at the time, she was now 35, and he knew that the doctor who had terminated her baby was now dead, and the two assistant nurses had gone abroad, maybe she knew that?
He had no views either way on her opinions, people were entitled to hold their own, and as long as no one was hurt, what did it matter? As he was sat watching, his youngest son walked in, sat down and said to his dad. ´Wow dad, look at her, she's going places isn't she?´
´Maybe Luke, maybe,´ he replied.
´She is beautiful ain´t she though, hey dad?´
´She certainly is Luke, she certainly is,´ he said.
His dad then said to him, ´she has a funny political stance though.´
´Why has she?´ his son asked.
´Well maybe I shouldn't say this to you, because you are at her school, but I helped to do an abortion on her 17 or 18 years ago when she was Marni Pickard.´
´You have to be joking me dad?
´No son, I'm not, that's why I think she has an obtuse view of abortion.´ he said.
The 18 year olds mind went into immediate overdrive, he knew his dad had kept a history of his working life in the form of journals, he had always said he might write a book one day of his life as a doctor and surgeon.
The following day when he was at home alone, he went into his fathers study, and opened his shuttered library where he knew he kept his life's history. He was suddenly interested in his deputy principal's life story, what there was in her past he could garnish.
There were scores of books, and all in year and month order. He started off by pulling out the 20th year back, Jan to June, again nothing, next July to Dec 1991, and there she was Marilyn Pickard, he nearly missed it because he was looking for Marni Pickard.
She had entered the clinic in September 1991 and was there for 5 days as a private patient, someone had paid for her. She was 18 years old, DOB was 1972. The baby was aborted successfully and no complications, the medical team's names were all there including his dads. The baby had or would have been a boy. Also listed were addresses and parents names, why he didn't know.
He took the journal to his room and copied the relevant pages onto his scanner and PC, now he had all the info he returned it and left his dads study. He google'd the clinic and saw how they did things what it looked like. And in a sub folder there was a history of it, this gave him everything he needed to know. Next he created an official looking document.
Now he had to decide what to do with it. Should he you tube it and send it viral, no, he decided, that would wreck her and he would get nothing from that. Money No, he had that through his very wealthy dad. Grades at school, now that was a definite option! But if he was going to attempt blackmail he would have to go for it hooks line and sinker.
On the Monday morning he left the headed paper in a sealed envelope on her desk with her name on it. In the letter were all the relevant details of her abortion, giving names and addresses and of her procedure, and asking what she would like to do with the information. No one saw him put it there, also he put a untraceable cell phone number, and a newly created e mail address in the envelope, he would use an internet café to see how things went before risking using his home PC.
That night in the café he received an e mail from her, now he had her private address too. The e mail read:-
Dear sir/madam,
I have no idea where you have got this information, but I assure you it is not me, you are mistaken, and do not contact me again.
Mrs M Dixon.
