Susan Jenkins was relieved that the frat Halloween party was over. She had tried to be part of the crowd to please her young boyfriend, Jeff, and had been reluctantly persuaded to enter the 'Best Tits' contest, ending with her 34B breasts being groped by at least 20 guys and winning a long black dildo.
She didn't even care that the cabbie stared down her front to see her braless boobs, she just wanted to get back to the hotel and relax with Jeff. As they were dropped off, Jeff suggested they have a drink at the bar before going. Susan hesitatingly agreed, still being dressed in a very skimpy witch costume that barely hid her ass cheeks, not to mention her very low-cut top.
Sitting at the bar, they were waited on by a handsome young black bartender with the name tag 'Jerome'. "What'll you have?" he asked Susan.
She leaned over the bar and replied, "I could really use a stiff one right now."
The bartender stared down her front and said, "Well I have one for you any time you want, honey."
Susan was flabbergasted, realizing the double entendre she had uttered. "I mean I'll have a Seven and Seven." Jeff ordered a beer and the bartender asked them both for their IDs. His eyebrows rose when he saw Susan's date of birth and smirked a little at Jeff.
As he placed the IDs back on the counter, Susan heard a voice behind her shoulder. "Well, Susan Jenkins of Newtown! Now I know how to tag the pictures I took this afternoon when I post them on the Internet."
Susan turned around. "You!" she spat out. It was the man from the office building across the street from their hotel room who had taken pictures of Jeff fucking her in front of the window. "What do you mean tag the pictures?" She turned to Jeff. "What does he mean 'tag' the pictures?"
"It means that anyone searching the Internet for your name will bring up those pictures," Jeff replied, trying to hide a smile.
Susan turned back to the man. "You... You can't do that! I am a teacher and if it gets around the school that I have been... Going with a much younger man, one of my ex-students, I will be hounded out of town! You have to delete them!"
"Oh I have no intention of deleting them - yet. They are safely in my cloud storage. But there is a way you could persuade me to delete them, Susan Jenkins."
"What do you want, money?" Susan sneered.
"Oh nothing as crass as that, Susan. I want you. I want your body. I want to fuck you just as your young lover did this afternoon."