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PART 1
Alison spent the night pacing and worrying. What on earth was going to happen? What should she do? Was she going to be kidnapped? Murdered? Raped? Who could she turn to? She wished Bobby was still here, so at least she could talk to him, have someone to support her and help her. Several times, she picked up her cell phone and started to dial his number. Even just to hear his voice would feel good. But then she stopped herself. What would she tell him? The voice on the phone had been clear: "Tell no one." She wondered if her house was bugged, or her phone tapped. Besides, the reason she'd gotten into this mess in the first place, was because she'd used Bobby to try to solve her own problems. She had to protect him from this. Whatever happened to her now, his future was all that mattered.
Eventually, near dawn, she managed an hour or two of fitful sleep. Awakening thinking she had just had a terrible dream, she then saw the envelope, remembered its contents, and the whole nightmare came flooding back to her. She made her way to work and attempted to focus on her job, anything to distract her from whatever awaited her later that night. But she couldn't concentrate; and eventually at lunchtime, she told her secretary she wasn't feeling well and left. She stopped off at a bar and had a double-vodka, the alcohol taking the edge of her panic, but leaving her no closer to any idea what she should...could, do.
She considered calling the police; but what would she tell them? She was being blackmailed about fucking her son? She considered leaving town and going away; but what about Bobby? If she didn't keep her appointment tonight, what would the blackmailer do to him? Every angle she came at it from, the answer was the same. She had to face this tonight, and face it alone. She drove home and found everything as she'd left it. Somehow, she was afraid of another package, or an intruder, though how anything could be worse than last night's bombshell she didn't know.
The time was just 3pm. She poured herself a glass of wine, anticipating 3 more hours of agonizing suspense. She finished the glass and resisted the urge to pour another. Whatever was to come, she needed to face it with a clear head. She headed upstairs and laid out the dress on the bed. A couple of months ago, she would never have dreamed of wearing something so slutty. She remembered how excited Bobby was when she tried it on, and wished he was here now to protect her.
She undressed and showered. Feeling the hot water running over her body soothed her; and she found herself finally sobbing, the shock of last night wearing off, and being replaced with fear and desperation. She crumpled into a ball on the floor of the shower, hugging herself as she wept, not knowing how long had passed, by the time she collected herself and turned the water off.
She walked into the bedroom and regarded herself in the mirror. Clearly, whoever was doing this expected her to look her best. She dropped her towel and looked at her body. Her breasts were big and heavy, looking huge on her slim torso. Her belly was flat and her legs shapely. She walked closer and looked at her face. Her mascara had run; and her eyes were red and puffy from the lack of sleep and crying. She set about repairing her make-up and arranging her hair, and eventually was satisfied she looked good enough. She wasn't vain; but she knew her face was pretty, even if most men never seemed to get that...high.
She checked the time: 5pm. Her heart jumped. Only an hour! She put on the dress, being shocked again at how much it displayed. She had no idea what to expect tonight, but decided to use the tape, to keep herself from displaying any more than she already was, sticking it to her nipples and the dress. She put on a pair of black high heels. She debated wearing something more sensible, in case she needed to run, but then figured what was the point? She couldn't escape a blackmailer.
She regarded herself in the mirror and scarcely recognized herself. Gone was the professional hospital manager, and, in her place, someone who looked like a high-class call-girl. She put on a long coat over the dress. The night air was cold; and it would afford her some modesty. She paced about the house, anxiously waiting, until at precisely 6pm the doorbell rang. She jumped and covered her mouth. Oh God! This is it! What should she do? She remained frozen to the spot for what seemed like an eternity, before forcing herself to walk to the door. She opened it and saw a man in uniform waiting. At first she thought he was a policeman, but then realised it was a chauffeur's uniform.
"Ms. Stevens?"
"Yes," she managed to croak.
"Follow me, please."
He turned and walked towards a black limousine, holding the door open for her. She closed her front door and walked slowly towards the black vehicle.
"Where are we going?"
"Please get in Ms. Stevens," the man replied.
She slid into the back of the limo and the door closed softly behind her. The chauffeur got in and they pulled away. The privacy screen was up, precluding any further questions, not that it seemed he would answer any. The windows were tinted. As they drove through the suburbs, it was obvious they were heading out of town. As the roads became darker, she found it harder to see where they were, and lost track of their location, not that it made much difference. Who was she going to tell?
She checked her cell phone and found they'd been driving for nearly 30 minutes. She noticed with a sense of panic that she had no signal, although who she would call at this point, she didn't know. Eventually, the car slowed and made a turn, passing some gates. She could hear a different sound from under the tires, and guessed they were driving over gravel. Eventually the car stopped in front of a huge mansion. She heard the driver get out and walk 'round to open her door. The cold of the night air startled her as she stepped out. The chauffeur held his hand out helping her from the car before gesturing that she should head up the steps to the main entrance. She did so, and was met by a man in a dark suit and tie. She didn't recognise him, and was about to ask who he was when he spoke.
"This way Ms. Stevens."
He headed off through a huge entrance hall and she followed, struggling to keep up as he strode down a corridor, eventually opening a large wooden door for her, and standing to one side.
"I'll take your coat Ms. Stevens."
She hesitated. The house was warm; but she was reluctant to remove it, knowing how much her dress exposed. Eventually she slipped it over her shoulders, blushing at her near nakedness, and feeling even more vulnerable in her revealing black dress. The man simply took her coat and folded it over his arm, showing no reaction to her exposed body. She walked into the room. It was softly lit, with a fireplace and a large bookcase. She thought she was alone until a voice startled her.
"Ms. Stevens, thank you for joining me."
She turned and saw a figure sitting in a leather armchair. Even before she'd turned 'round, she recognized the voice. William J Petty's beady little eyes twinkled, as they roamed over her body.
"I must say, you look quite exquisite."
She swallowed, trying to stay calm.
"Mr. Petty, what is it you want?"
"Ms. Stevens, it is not what I want. Rather, it is what you want, that we are here to discuss."
She looked confused.
"What I want... but the pictures..."
"Ah yes, quite a comprehensive dossier. I actually sent you a relatively small sample of what I have accumulated."
She waited for him to continue; but he simply continued to run his eyes over her body, and in particular her breasts, making no attempt to disguise his interest. She struggled to make sense of this. What did he want?
"But why did you...have us... me...followed?"
"I told you Ms. Stevens. I always take a close interest in my assets, and like to inspect them fully." He continued to gaze at her breasts as he said this.
"But what do you, what are you going to do...?"
"What would you like me to do Ms. Stevens?"
"I don't understand."
"It's a simple enough question Ms. Stevens. There are a range of options open to me. I could forward copies of the files to the trustees of the clinic, the board of governors of the University, or post them on the internet, all anonymously of course."
"No, please!"
"Ah, you see? We have already narrowed down your choices. So again, what would you like me to do?"
"Couldn't you just... erase them?"
"Mmmm, yes, I could... But why would I do that, having taken so much trouble to gather the information?"
"Please... just tell me what you want."
"Ms. Stevens, I keep telling you. This is about what you want. I am not going to ask you for anything tonight. It is for you to ask."
"I don't understand."
"You wish me to keep the pictures of yourself and Bobby from becoming public. What else?"
"Please, just leave Bobby out of this. Do what you want with me."
"Ah yes, your son!"
"Bobby... is he alright? Have you...?"
"Yes, he is quite alright. You can see for yourself."
He pushed a button on a remote; and a TV screen came on, showing a bedroom with a young man lying on it. She looked at it in bemusement for a few moments, before realizing it was Bobby in his room."
