Blackmail makes it easy (tatcon + alexia)

[Tatcon Valdez]

Some would say that as you progress with age, things become more difficult, the body starts to break down, your metabolism slows down and your sex drive goes for a loop de loop before slamming into the ground. Alex didn't really believe in that, he figured it was the result of testicular atrophy as a result of having a deadbeat wife. Call him bitter, but this hadn't been one of the things he had agreed to when he got married at twenty-five with a kid along the way. Now the kid was eighteen, his wife was useless, and some young vixen posing as his daughter's best friend had come to live with them while he parents went through a nasty divorce. That wasn't really the case, the young girl had been friends with his daughter for years and he had pretty much seen her grow up in front of his eyes. Problem is when it's not your daughter you have this small bit of an objective stand point which allows your mind to look at the fine young girl as attractive, sexual and potentially vulnerable. It was a dangerous combination when coupled with years of forced abstinence, as it often was the case if the failing structure of the nuclear family.

But he had managed to keep his distance, not making any sexual advances towards the girl despite the needle poking at his brain demanding that he did something to relieve his theoretical blue balls. But one day she had made the mistake of not covering up her trail, so to speak, and as Alex looked into Jasmine's room to ask if the friend she was having over was staying for dinner, he caught sight of an absolute delight. Details weren't necessary, surely she'd remember them, and if she didn't, the photo he took with his phone would serve as a perfect reminder. This had been the opening the worst side of his mind had been waiting for. He wouldn't say another word, just move quietly back to the living room to sit down on the couch, running hand through his short cut, slightly graying hair as his dark blue eyes looked at the picture for a moment longer. Now..it was almost too easy.

 

[Alexia]

Fifteen minutes had passed, she sat on her bed, knees tucked upto her shin, rocking backward and forward. She had let Emily escape out of the bedroom window, so she wouldn't have to face Alex. They should have been a lot more careful, but they were both so lost in their lust they completely forgot to lock the bedroom door, maybe Emily was being a little too loud? Maybe that's why he just walked right in, with out even knocking... Though it was his house, and she was a guest.. What was he going to do? She wasn't too sure, but she thought she saw him taking pictures with his phone.. it all happened so fast..

The eighteen year old blond was rocking a faster and faster as she got more worried. She ran her slender fingers running through her long thick golden blond hair, her sapphire blue eyes brimming with tears. She was still sat only in her polka dot boy shorts. “I'd better get dressed and see what damage has been done..” She slid off of the bed and picked her black pleated skirt off of the floor, sliding it up her slender toned legs and up her curvy hips, zipping it up. Next she picked up the bra that matched her boy shorts, fastening it into place over her round C cup breasts.

She made, what seemed a mammoth treck down the stairs and into the living room, her legs almost buckling as she glanced up at him, she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her moth was dry from nerves.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

Alex had heard her coming down the stairs towards the living room where he sat, the small grin quickly wiping itself off his face and his cellphone had long since dropped away into his pocket. Looking over his shoulder he would greet her with a kind face, the same kind he always had towards her. "Oh..is your friend not staying for dinner? I was going to make us all a good stew." He answered, no edge to his tone of voice to hint that he had done anything more than just step in, realize his mistake and walk right back out again. His job had made him quite good at lying.

"You hungry? I can still whip us up something." He continued, standing up and wringing his hands a bit as his mind thought of something worthwhile to eat, and how to approach a rather delicate situation such as this. Moving out into the kitchen, he would continue talking, "I imagine you must be hungry, you two sounded rather busy in there...hard schoolwork?" He was teasing her to gauge her reaction. Call it subtle emotional abuse, in his mind it was just one step of the process.

 

[Alexia]

She shuffled from one foot to the other, looking down at her feet, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.. “ Uhm, not she's not she had to go home” Jasmine mumbled, to be perfectly honest she wasn't really that hungry. Her stomach was churning as she wondered if he knew anything. He was acting really strange, he didn't usually ask her if she was hungry, or even talked to her. He just ignored her presence, or was polite with a little 'hello' or 'good bye'. To be truthful she had had a very successful 'study' session with her friend, it was a shame they'd be disturbed, Jasmine was still quite excited.


“I'm not hungry, but thank you any ways. “ She replied with a shaky smile still feeling quite uncomfortable. “ I think I'm going to go back upstairs and study.” She told him, turning on her heel and leaving the room as quickly as possible.

 

[Tatcon Valdez]

"Tell me, what do you think everyone would think of you being a lesbian? Or sleeping with the vicar's daughter, now that would be pretty bad. That's a damning offense for a girl like that." Alex would say as he heard her starting to leave, having dug his phone out of his pocket again to look at the picture to try and help him formulate his plan.

"Of course, there are ways to make those fears go away, not have to worry about embarrassing yourself, let alone your poor little, beautiful friend." He continued as the grin started to grow further across his lips. He wondered what she would do.

 

[Alexia]

She stopped in her tracks as she listened to him talk. He had see them, the dirty old man! She started to shake a little as she heard his words, wondering what he was going to do. She had seen this coming, as soon as he opened her bedroom door, she knew it was going to come back and bite her on the arse. What fears was he talking about? She hadn't really feared that much until he opend his big fat mouth.

She turned slowly on her heal, to face him, wondering what to do. Emily was an awesome friend, and her parents would kick her out or send her to be a nun if they found out, not that that would do much damage.. “ What were you thinking of?” She asked slowly, hoping it wasn't going to be what she thought it was going to be. He had a horrible grin on his face, which didn't give her confidence..