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Revenge Is Mine

By Katie McN
KatieMcN@newsguy.com

Notice: This is hard core erotica featuring black mail, BDSM, FF, MF, gang
bangs and just about everything else I could think of. Pretty hot stuff, but
if this is not for you, suggest you split now. And, if this is illegal where
you're at for any reason such as age or law, you've been warned and should
forget you ever saw this way cool story. This story is copyright by Katie
McN, but feel free to post it anywhere where people like to read stories
like this as long as you don't change anything.

Dedication: Parker wrote the very best blackmail stories. I was thinking of
him when I wrote this one. I hope he likes it.

---

Barbara Luncefort graduated near the top of her class at Harvard Business
School. She is one of the sexiest looking women in investment banking, and
has a killer instinct when it comes to making a deal. Put all of that
together, and you can understand why she makes over $2 million a year, and
scares the shit out of most of the guys who try to compete against her.

Today she was driving the Jag. It seemed to say something to her. Something
like "You're there now and nothing can get in your way. Nothing." She liked
that something a lot.

The rain was starting to come down now as she pulled her car into the street
from the basement parking structure of the Stock Exchange Tower. She turned
right and found herself in the usual traffic jam that plagued the financial
district in Toronto this time of day. Traffic was worse than usual because a
car was stalled in the lane just ahead of her. The driver was standing in
the street looking down at the flat tire, and didn't seem at all happy. She
was soaked to the skin.

Barbara pulled around the car and hollered out to the woman. "Hop in. I'll
drive you someplace where you can get some help for the car."

As she got into Barbara's car, she said, "Thanks for stopping. Screw the
car. It's a rental and they can come and get it themselves. I just want to
get back to my hotel and into some dry clothes."

Her name was Marcy. She was an American. She was here on business and
staying at the Park Hyatt on Avenue Road which was fairly close to where
they were currently stalled in traffic. It still took a long 15 minutes to
drive the short distance to the hotel.

"This traffic isn't going to get any better for awhile, Barb, so why don't I
buy you a drink and you can wait here until things clear up a bit." Barbara
said okay, but not because of the traffic. No, it was something else
entirely that got her attention. Even though she was disheveled from being
outside in the rain, Marcy was still one of the most attractive women
Barbara had ever seen. And, a beautiful woman was something that Barb found
very interesting indeed.

They decided that Marcy would change clothes and fix herself up a bit
before they went up to the Roof Lounge to enjoy one of the nicest places in
the downtown area.

Barbara had not been in one of the Suites at the Park, and found it quite
elegant. She took the room tour as she waited for Marcy to get ready for
their drink. She could see the CN Tower from the window and remembered how
much she liked looking at downtown Toronto.

"Barbara, could you come here and help me with something, please?" Without
giving it a thought, Barb walked into the bedroom and was stunned.

Marcy was lying on the bed displaying the most perfect body Barbara had
even seen.

"We could have the drink a little later, Barb. I've thought of a better
reward for a good Samaritan like you. Why don't you come over here and sit
on the bed?"

Sure, she had been with attractive women before, but not one of them could
hold a candle to Marcy. Barb moved toward the bed, and when she got close
enough, Marcy pulled her down and rolled over on top of her.

Marcy's blonde hair covered both of them like a secret cave. Her lips found
Barb's cheek and then quickly covered her mouth. Her tongue probed easily,
at first, and then started a relentless attack and it soon entered and began
to explore the hidden secrets of her mouth.

Barb felt an electric shock of passion move through her hand, up her arm and
into that mindless place where her sex waited to devour the sensation. She
could hardly believe the softness of Marcy's milky white skin. She moved her
hand down the girl's back and found her perfectly proportioned ass waiting
there just for her. She let her hand explore this excitement as the two
women continued on in an endless embrace.

Her dress had drifted a few inches above her knee and Marcy took advantage
of this to do some exploring of her own. Barb could feel the excitement of a
delicate hand moving up her stocking clad leg until it reached the
smoothness between her stocking top and her tiny panties.

"Oooh! I can't believe it. Stockings and a garter belt. How sexy, Barb."

Marcy let one finger trail across the tiny piece of cloth that hid Barb's
pussy from view. Barb made a soft moan as the finger moved slowly down the
slit with just enough pressure so she could feel it through the frilly
material.

When the kiss finally ended, both women started to reveal the secrets hidden
under Barbara's clothes. Barb was lying on her back as she tried to take off
her wool jacket, at the same time her skirt was being removed by Marcy who
seemed quite experienced with this sort of thing.

The silk blouse was open now and then it was off, leaving Barb in matching
red bra, panties and garter belt. There were many people who had talked
to her that day who would have been quite surprised to learn what was hidden
under her business attire.

Marcy pushed her back onto the bed and said, "Let me finishe. Just lie
there for now."

It took a long time and a lot of touching and squeezing and fondling before
the rest of the clothes came off. Barb had a difficult time just lying
there and waiting, and yet, this felt so very, very nice.

Both women lay on the bed nude, and took advantage of the situation to
explore the wonders of each other. Barb found Marcy's body so very exciting. 
She was slender, but not really athletic. Her breasts were firm and jutted
out in an impertinent way. She was just what Barb wanted.

Barb was more voluptuous, and had somewhat larger breasts. No one would
consider her fat. Just enough woman to make it quite interesting.

Time seemed to flash by in a jumble of lips kissing nipples, hands caressing
pussies, pubic hair rubbing on legs, fingers exploring love caverns, and on
and on and on. There was heat from a fire that could only exist when two
lovers were a perfectly matched pair. Soon they were just one object of
excitement and passion.

Neither woman knew how many orgasms exploded in that bed. When they kissed,
they tasted each other and themselves. When they touched, they burned their
senses with an excitement that couldn't be explained.

Again, again, again. More, more, more. Scream, moan, yes, Yes, YES, YES!

It went on for hours, and then it had to end.

"Barb, I'm so sorry, but I've got to meet my partner in just a few minutes.
Look, tomorrow's Friday. Why don't I change my flight and stay the weekend.
I'm sure we can figure out how to get started again, and make it last the
whole weekend."

Barb left reluctantly, and as she drove home, she fantasized about the
exciting woman she had to leave. Her thoughts revolved around all the things
that they would be doing as they enjoyed each other in a way that only women
can understand.

---

"Miss Luncefort, someone is here to see you. Her name is Marcy and she says
you left something at the hotel."

Barb was surprised, but pleased as well and decided she could end the day a
little early. She was a little confused, though, when Marcy walked into her
office.

Marcy was wearing jeans, tennies and an NSync tee shirt. Her hair was
braided and she didn't look a day over 16. Quite a change from the
sophisticated business woman of the night before.

"My, you certainly look different today, Marcy. Hard to believe you're a
business woman from the States."

"Well, I'm not actually a business woman, but I am working now as you will
soon find out." She smiled at Barbara as she placed a small box on the
desk.

"Take a look at this stuff. You just won't believe it."

Marcy showed her a copy of a driver license that indicated she was really
just 16. She showed her a copy of the hotel bill which was paid by credit
card. The credit card belonged to Barb and the signature seemed valid, even
though she knew she didn't sign it.

"Whose signature is this on the bill?"

"Barb, it must be yours, or so it seems. Hmm, maybe someone came in while we
were having fun and took your credit card out of your purse. Maybe that
person had practiced you signature a lot before yesterday. Could of happened
that way, but I'll never admit it."

Barb looked at the young girl who sat there almost laughing at her. She
didn't know what was going to happen next, but knew it was not going to be
pleasant in any way,

"I know this all must be very confusing to you, Barb, so I'll just get to
the point. When you were in school, you pissed someone off. And, that person
decided to get some revenge, and I'm getting paid a lot of money to help out
with the plan."

"I'm not going to threaten you with going to the police even though I'm a
minor. Nope, that would be just too messy for me. Seems like it would be a
lot more fun just to send copies of these papers, and, oh yes, a copy of
this video to the managing director and the rest of the board. I bet they
would be shocked with the hot action, and certainly couldn't allow any sort
of scandal to ruin the company's reputation. You'd be out in the street my
dear and probably wouldn't be able to get a job anywhere in the financial
community."

Barb knew all too well that what the girl said was so very true. Her whole
life could end as soon as this information came to light. Everything she
worked for would be gone.

"Don't worry, the person who is paying me could care less about ruining you.
You have to be humiliated worse than he was and then he will call it a day.
He has it all figured out, and it can be handled over the weekend."

Ah, negotiation. This was something that Barb could understand and deal
with. Okay, let's see what we got here. "What do you want?"

"It's quite simple, really. There is a club up north a ways, where there's
nude dancing. No alcohol is served and it hasn't been noticed by the
authorities yet. Just 20 dollars admission, 5 dollars for soft drinks and
a lot of fun for the paying customer." Marcy seemed to be just warming up,
and Barb started to get impatient.

"What's all this to me, Marcy?"

"Well, you're going to work there tomorrow night. Yes, you have been
referred to Mr. de Pardieu, who seems to be quite a disgusting person, but
does need another dancer for tomorrow. You have all night and tomorrow
morning to come up with a good act. I'm sure you can figure it all out."

"You simply work the full evening in this wonderful establishment, and, at
the end of your shift, my client will give you the original video. You can
keep this copy now, just so you know how hot it is. And, don't worry, there
are no other copies that will show up later. He's simply not that sort of
person."

Barb was stunned. She could never imagine herself dancing nude in front of a
lot of strangers, and certainly not in the sort of place she knew this one
would be. On the other hand, $2 million a year was a lot of money to
replace.

"That's it, one night and it's done? How can I believe you, Marcy?"

"I'm shocked that you doubt me, Barb. But, you know, you don't really have a
choice, do you? My client just wants to humiliate you. You can decide how.
One night as a nude dancer, or a hot gossip story in the financial press.
It's really up to you."

"Okay, what do I have to do?"

Marcy took a digital camera from her purse and had Barb stand in front of
her desk. She took two pictures and then said, "Okay, off with the clothes.
Come on strip, cutie. I need a hot pic for the client."

Barb couldn't believe she was doing this, but started removing her clothes
with images of managing directors and newspaper stories flooding her mind.
Soon she was standing in her office completely nude with Marcy getting
ready to take a picture.

"Okay, now smile like you're enjoying it. Come on now, you're just wasting
time. Look like this is what you want to do."

Barb somehow was able to smile and stand there while Marcy took her picture.
She felt like a fool, but apparently that part didn't show. Marcy seemed
quite pleased with the picture she took.

"Okay, Barb. Now lie down on your desk with your butt right next to the
edge. Look, I'm not going to tell you again. Get on the desk, or I'm
leaving. I make the same money either way, so don't fuck with me."

Barb was shocked at the change in the girl. She quickly sat on the edge of
the desk and leaned back until her back was resting on the flat surface.
Marcy moved her name plaque next to her. She took hold of one of Barb's
hands and rested it on her bare pussy. She put the other one on her naked
boobs. And stood back and readied her camera.

"Start playing with your boobs, Barb, and use that other hand to masturbate
yourself. Quickly now, fucking around time is over. I want to see you come
and no faking. I'll be able to tell cause I've seen you come quite a few
times as you might remember."

Barb was stunned. Only a few minutes before she was anticipating being with
an exciting woman. Now she was lying on her desk playing with her tits and
fingering her pussy. She knew the other girl would know if she tried to fake
it. She had to do it right, and decided to get it over with. She started
doing the things that normally would get her off in two or three minutes.
For some reason, she was quite excited and reached her climax in only 90
seconds. She made a moaning sound which signaled Marcy to snap one then a
second picture.

"How very nice. You better get out tonight and see how the nude dancers do
it. I'll pick you up in front of the building at 4 tomorrow afternoon. You
have to audition, and if you don't get the job, and last the whole shift,
it's time for plan B. By the way, you're expected to have your own slutty
clothes, so make sure you have something hot to wear."

Marcy got up and walked out of the room. The copy of the license and the
bill were still there on her desk right next to the video. The video showing
her having a lesbian experience with a 16 year old girl. Barb knew these
were just copies and what she needed were the originals.

She didn't go to a club, but rented some videos instead. She watched the
dancing parts and realized that it wouldn't be too hard to do what the
people in these videos were doing. It was simple. Slowly remove the few
clothes you had on. Touch yourself a lot. Make sure that everyone could see
everything, and that was it. Easy to do, but so embarrassing. She had to
concentrate on the $2 million as she practiced the routines she saw in the
film.

---

Marcy was almost 30 minutes late picking her up. Her outfit gave her the look
of a working girl. She had just about decided to leave after the third car
stopped and the driver asked her how much for a blow job.

They finally arrived at one of the sleaziest places Barb had ever seen. She
couldn't believe she was going to go into such a place, but soon found
herself in front of the owner, Georges de Pardieu.

"You look like a fuckin' socialite. We need someone who can get down and
dirty here, and you don't look like you're it."

Barb knew it was all over if she didn't get the job and so she said, "It's
just the act. I look this way and then get really raunchy. The guys love
it."

"Okay, babe, let's see you get real raunchy. Show me your stuff, and make it
good or you're out on your ass."

Barb realized that this was it. She either looked like she knew what she was
doing, or he would throw her out. When she asked about music, he just
laughed at her and told her to fake it.

She imagined one of the songs from the video she watched and got into
stripping off her clothes. Her tight spandex dress came slowly off. She knew
the Georges was getting interested since he hadn't taken his eyes off her.

She undid the black bra and threw it at him as she let her big boobs jiggle
within inches of his face. She slid her black g string off by sliding her
hands slowly down the outside of her legs. When the tiny panties touched the
floor she stepped out of them and stood before him in a garter belt, seamed
nylons and very high slut heels. She started dancing again, and this time
made sure to touch every intimate part of her body.

She got her nipples hard and excited. She moved her fingers over her pussy
and felt herself getting wet even though she couldn't imagine getting
excited under these circumstances. She arched her back and turned around
displaying her curvy ass to Georges. She kept this up for a few minutes
more, but realized that she had the job. It was pretty easy to tell that he
liked what he saw. He made no pretense at trying to hide the erection that
was so clearly pressing at the front of his pants.

"Okay, one more thing and you got the job. Lay down on the desk and spread
your legs."

She couldn't believe he thought she would let him fuck her right there in
his office. Yet, he was standing up and unzipping his pants.

"Get your ass on the desk. No one works her unless I fuck 'em first. You're
gonna make a lot of money, but you're gonna share with me first. Understand?"

Barb understood. She understood that if she didn't put out for this scum,
she would not get the job and that would be the end of her. She could do
anything once and positioned herself on his desk and waited.

She didn't have to wait for long. She felt his dick jam into her pussy twice
before it found its way inside her. Once it was in, he started pumping away
with a methodical motion that was a cross between boring and disgusting. He
fondled her tits a little bit and soon she heard a grunting sound and felt
his heat inside her pussy. He flooded her with his cum and then pulled out.
While he was wiping himself off with some tissues from a box located
somewhere behind his desk, he explained how things worked.

"You pay me $50 an hour for every hour between 10 PM and 2 AM. That's your
shift. You'll make way more than that in tips. And, if you don't I'll throw
your ass out of here. One customer complaint and you're gone. Understand?"
She did.

"Now you start on stage at 10 doing just what you did here. Make it last a
little bit longer and make sure the guys get a good look at everything. Lots
of crack shots and let 'em see that finger workin', understand?" She did.

"After you get off the stage, you do some table dancing. Get your ass
moving. I expect to see you workin' all the time. Understand?" Yes, she did.

"Now we got a private room in the back for feature numbers. A feature number
is anything a guy thinks up. You'll get 40 or 50 bucks for 20 minutes, so
it's good money. Now, you've been around the block more than once so I don't
want to here no fuckin' crap outta you about anything one of my customers may
want. You understand?" She did, and she knew she wouldn't like any of it,
but it was only for one night.

---

Here she was on stage and completely nude. She was squatting down giving
some guy a crack shot. He'd rolled a bill up tightly and was trying to shove
it into her pussy. He finally dipped it into his beer and was finally able
to push it all the way in. She got up and moved away, making a big deal
about pulling it out and putting it on a chair that was at the back of the
stage. She had to do what it took to keep working for the whole shift, no
matter how embarrassed or disgusting things got. She knew she could do it.

After 15 minutes on stage, she rotated to the audience where she went up to
each table and offered to do a table dance. She had a lot of takers and
found that the rules were quite different than what she saw in the video.
The guys could touch her all they wanted to, and they did. Her boobs were
being squeezed and fondled by everyone she danced for. Fingers snaked into
her pussy and asshole. A number of guys kissed her, leaving the smell and
taste of cigarettes and stale beer on her face and inside her mouth.

She had been table dancing for about two hours when Georges told her to take
a break, get fixed up and report to the private room for a special customer.
Fifteen minutes later she was shocked to see who was waiting for her.
Richard Parnell. She knew just who was behind this now. The guy was a
complete jerk, who wouldn't leave her along in college. She remembered the
last thing she said to him in the Commons with quite a few people listening
in and laughing. It was something about his limited endowment being so small
that fleas would consider him tiny, or something like that. Yes, he was
laughed out of the place, and then went on to make $500 million via an
Internet start up. He still looked like a geek.

She was not surprised to see Marcy sitting right next to him with a big
smile on her beautiful face. She was also not surprised to find that she was
being rented out for the rest of the evening by Parnell and Marcy.

At first he only wanted her to table dance, and he wasn't even as touchy as
most of the guys in the main room. He started to get into it a little bit,
but by that time she had been touched and probed everywhere so this didn't
seem that bad.

Next he wanted her to table dance Marcy. Well, Marcy wasn't shy at all and
Barb soon felt like she was having a gynecological examination. It was
uncomfortable, but nothing that hadn't happened before this.

"I've always wanted you to give me a blow job, so on your knees." He didn't
seem tentative anymore, but she knew that this was what he was waiting for
and she realized that she had to deliver.

She knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants. He was hard as a rock
and she had a problem getting his dick out of his pants. She finally had it
in her mouth and was sucking him as if she was enjoying it. She really hoped
to get him off fast, but the guy just seemed to last forever.

He finally came with an explosion of cum that filled her mouth. This was not
the best taste she ever had, but not her first experience either so she
swallowed and hoped things were over. But, of course, she was mistaken.

She had to do Marcy next while Parnell moved his chair closer so he could
watch everything. Marcy gave her instructions, telling her how fast to move
her tongue, where to put her hands and everything else she could think of to
humiliate Barb in front of her nemesis, Parnell.

After she finished going down on Marcy, they made her lie down on a small
table and spread her legs. They positioned themselves so they could have a
clear look between her long legs.

"Now we want to see you masturbate. You do it so very well. You'll just love
this, Parnell. She is so hot."

Barb tried to get it over quickly, but was told to slow down and take her
time. She played with her tits and fingered herself slowly, but knew it was
just a matter of time before she got off.

Just as she got close to cumming. Marcy told her to stop. She had to lay
there for over a minute until she was cooled down. Parnell told to go for it
again. Three more times, she got close, but was made to stop just before she
got off. She was in agony now and would have done anything to cum.

While she was being tortured in such an exquisite way, several people
noticed what was going on and soon more than 15 people were standing around
watching her. She was embarrassed and yet would have finished herself off as
soon as she could regardless of who was watching, if she was just given a
chance.

The fifth time she was allowed to cum and did so was a scream that got
everyone's attention. The audience cheered and applauded, but Barb could
hardly hear them as she tried to make her orgasm last forever.

Parnell looked at her at told her that he thought she should take care of
her fans, too. It didn't take anytime before her "fans" had her pushed down
on the floor. The first guy to fuck her was a fat drunk who slobbered over
her as he stuck it in. Someone said, "Turn the bitch over." The next thing she
knew, she was on top and some guy was trying to stick his dick into her
asshole. It hurt terribly, but soon he forced his way in, and started moving
it in and out. Eventually she got wide enough to take it without a lot of
pain.

Someone grabbed her hair and forced a cock into her face. Once it was in her
mouth she started sucking on it. She was being fucked by one guy, stuck in
the ass by another, giving a third a blow job while others pulled at her
nipples, squeezed her tits, and made use of every part of her body.

When one guy came, he was replaced immediately by another. It took over an
hour and a half before every one of them got off in her at least once. She
lost count, but seemed to remember seeing the same ugly faces more than
once.

Finally, it was over. She heard Georges announce closing time and the
customers were slowly moved out into the parking lot. She was left in the
building with just Marcy, Parnell and Georges.

Parnell said, "I'm a person of my word. Here is the evidence. All original
stuff, and no copies anywhere to show up later." Somehow she was able to
believe him, and, while this was the worst experience of her life, it was
finally over.

Parnell walked towards the door with Georges. It was obvious that they knew
each other. They were laughing and looking back at Barb who was standing
nude in the private room with cum streaming from her pussy and asshole. She
was trying to figure out what to do about the mess when she heard Marcy
talking to her.

"I'm not going to be able to take you home because I have a plane to catch.
Kind of too bad for you, cause I think some of those guys stole your clothes
and purse. I think you better sneak out the back door while Georges is not
looking. He's gonna be asking for his money. Oh, and guess what? I knew
you'd want to remember this evening so I've video taped everything. But,
don't worry. I'm not going to give it to Parnell. No, I'm keeping it all for
myself so whenever I'm in Toronto, I'll know that I'll have a date with
someone who will be willing to do just about anything to keep me happy." She
started laughing as she moved toward the front door.

Barb wanted to be angry, but knew she better get out of there before Georges
came back.

Marcy and Parnell sat in their car and watched the drunk standing next to
his car throwing up. "Well, if you're right, it's got to happen now, Marcy."

"Ten bucks says it will, big guy." Just as they agreed on the bet, a nude
woman in slutty high heels ran from the woods toward the drunk who was now
standing there trying to clear his head enough to drive home. They could she
her talking to him. He seemed to be telling her no.

Soon, though, she was on her knees unbuttoning his pants and pulling his
dick out of his pants. It took a long time for her to just get him up. She
did everything she could think of to get him off and after what seemed like
that longest blow job in the world, he finally came. He also threw up again,
covering Barb with what remained in his stomach. He finally pulled her into
the car, and after sticking a finger into her pussy and asshole a couple of
times, they left in the direction of Toronto.

"Well big brother, that'll be ten please. And, how did you like it. I told
you I could get her in a place where she would be more humiliated than you
ever were. Pretty cool, huh, and with these tapes I've got, I bet I keep
having fun with her over and over again."

If you had been there, you would of heard Marcy laughing as they drove from
the darkened parking lot.

The End

Katie McN
KatieMcN@newsguy.com

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