Blackmailing Katy (DeRe & celebstars)

It was a lonely business being a nightwatchman. But the divorced, forty-something Mike tried to make the most of it. He had nothing to do but browse the net and watch the cameras all night. The elite hotel apartments he supposedly oversaw were invariably peaceful and his workload was virtually nonexistent. For a balding, overweight high school dropout it was a pretty sweet gig.

He had been a cop, for about five months, before he was busted forcing a hooker to screw him in exchange for letting her go. (It was a good thing Internal Affairs never learned about all the sluts would got off their tickets with a tearful blowjob!) The dodgy expulsion was no impediment to be hired at the top hotel, thanks to a cousin who worked there and saw him eased in as the night porter.

It was a slow, steaming Sunday night and he was bored. Shirt open, he scratched his hairy paunch lazily and flicked through the different security monitors. There were some celebs staying inhouse tonight, and he hoped to find something he could tipoff the tabloids about - a nice little moneyspinner and another perk of the job. Tuning into his secret cameras in the executive men's toilets, he made a stunning discovery.

It took a few moments to truly take in the scene, but from what Mike could tell, Katy Perry was on her kneed giving a blowjob to some lanky rockstar. There was no doubt it was her; with his multiple angles Mike could see her outfit and figure clearly, not to mention her face - bright with obvious rapture as she gleefully sucked the cock.

For a few moments Mike calculated how much a Katy Perry sex tape would make him from the tabloids. But as he watched her suck and slurp another idea formed in his nefarious brain. Blackmail was nothing new to him, as a sadistic voyeur he positively reveled it in. He transferred a copy of the scene to a memory chip, sent off with a note:

"Miss Katy Cocktease. Come up to Room 55 at 6pm tomorrow night. Key at reception. Dress like cheap prostitute. If you miss this appointment the material on the chip will be made public."

He put the chip and note together in a plain hotel envelope and folded it away. Towards dawn, and the end of his shift, he slid the envelope under the door of Katy's room. Then, the waiting began...

It had been a great night for Katy Perry. Getting drunk and partying was nothing short of enjoyment for her. Being taken back to a hotel by a rocker and made to blow him in the toilets added a thrill to the singer's life. Doing it in public with the chance of getting caught stimulated her wildly. Of course, she didn't actually want to be seen doing a sexual act, knowing it would cause her huge embarassment in front of her fans, friends and family members. So if Katy knew there was a camera inside filming everything that went on, she would have avoided it.

Having passed out on the bed in her room, she woke up at 1pm with a bad hangover and hardly any memory of what happened the night before. Holding her forehead with her hand, she sat up and left the sheets, standing on her two feet with a wobble. Reaching out with an extended arm, she balanced herself against the wall. It was at that moment when she saw an envelope on the floor. It had nothing on the front, but it must of been addressed to her if it was placed in her room under the door. Bending down, she picked it up and opened the letter, seeing a chip fall down on to the floor. Her facial expression was a frown, wondering what it could be. Bending down again, she picked up the device and then looked at the letter.

Her mouth opened wide as her eyes scanned the words. What was this? A prank? She would only know once she watched the video. Taking the chip, she placed it in to her computer after turning it on, her belongings with her after a week of doing a concert. Holding her hand to her mouth, she saw herself blowing a man in the toilets. It looked like a singer who was with her on her tour. Tears started to leave her eyes as she figured, or tried figuring, what she could do.

Hours passed and Katy was no where near finding a solution. She would have to go along to this appointment he called and find out what he wanted. Reading the note again, she got changed in to something she wouldn't normally consider wearing out.

Getting changed in to something more cheap and hooker like, like the letter requested. Katy made her way down to the lobby and picked up a key. Wearing a overcoat, cream in colour and hiding what was on underneath, she grabbed the elelvator and made her way to room 55. Knocking on the door with her hand, she waited to see what was going to happen.

Mike had turned the suite into a surveillance expert's fantasy. It was riddled with cameras and mikes, and feeding into three separate laptops that he kept running in the master bedroom. He could order her around anywhere in the suite, and film it all, without her being able to see him at all.

He gazed the feed from the camera just above the door. From its angle he had a good view of Katy's copious cleavage. It was all he could do not to drool on the keyboard. Turning on the scrambled mike that piped out of the door, he intoned "Open your coat. Expose yourself to the door." At Katy's end, his voice was garbled into a sinister robotic rasp.

Hesitantly, with an almost schoolgirl gaucheness, Katy cautiously opened her coat, looking anxiously about to make sure no-one was around. Mike groaned softly at the sight of her voluptuous clad in expensive black lingerie. It was really a fantasy made flesh.

"Swipe your card and enter, quickly," he continued. With her card in the door, he knew she would be fully implicated in being here. "Come through to the lounge."

Katy's eyes squinted as she looked up at a piece of dirt above the door. That is what she thought it was anyway, never thinking it was a camera. Suddenly, this voice could be heard which made her jump. Hand on her chest, Katy couldn't process what was happening to her at the moment. Frowning, looking puzzled and dumb, her hands travelled down to her waist where she started to unbutton her over coat. Looking over each shoulder to make sure no one was looking, her black lingerie came in to view at the door. "Where are you mister?" she asked, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from by pressing against the door. Her cleavage was on the camera's radar, giving it a lovely view of her juicy breasts.

"Let me in! I don't want ot be out here where people can see!" Katy started to panic, forgetting she had the key to the door. "Oh yeah" she replied to the robotic voice about using the card. Swiping herself in, Katy closed the door behind her and went in to the lounge.

Mike giggled to himself in delight. What a bimbo! She was like a walking blow-up doll - albeit one who could scream and squeal. He watched as she awkwardly made her way into the suite's lounge.

It was essentially bare, with a central spotlight focused on the floor. Bordered by three couches - with a huge flatscreen TV on the fourth edge - it was a simple dancefloor. A panorama of the city stretched out from the wall-to-ceiling windows that dominated one side of the room. With a simple bar in the corner, the whole thing had the feel of a rudimentary club.

He gave her a few moments to take the scene in, then ordered "Take your coat off, stand beneath the spotlight." He activated the hidden soundsystem and a sleazy stripclub beat began to pump out. The TV suddenly burst to life with a loop from the tape showing Katy taking a load on her face in slow-motion.

"Now dance! Dance, bitch! Like you do in your slutty videos."

Katy walked through the corridor in to the lounge, seeing a spotlight and a bar. It was like a club, a dirty club. Her eyes scanned the room, checking everything, still not knowing there were cameras watching. Her head looked up as she heard a voice again. The same one as outside. Turning around, spinning on the spot, she tried to find the source but she struggled. Looking scared, Katy took the coat off, revealing her outfit completely, looking stunningly sexy she stood under the spotlight. "Agh!" she jumped in terror as the tv came on. Watching herself suck this man over and over as it was replayed she was ordered to dance like she did in her videos.

Dancing to the beat, Katy swayed her hips, her arms above her head as she was shaking in fear, not knowing who this person was or what they were doing. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, not knowing where to look.

The sight of the terrified, lingerie-clad Katy at his control had Mike's cock throbbing. He took a sadistic delight in the way she staggered about like the victim in a horror film, and the sight of her lingerie-clad curves 'in the flesh' was mindblowing. With a dozen cameras focused on every angle, he could zoom in on the tears forming in her eyes or the beads of sweat beginning to break between her tits. Every moment of her humiliation was recorded in detail.

"You're a naughty girl, Katy. A bad girl. A slut." He frowned at her lackadaisical dancing and hissed "Dance properly! Like you do in those pornos you call videos! Shake your ass, your tits, and fucking pretend to enjoy it...or your little home video is going on Youtube in five minutes, and those nice Christian parents of yours will be first to see it."

He flipped the stereo over to something sleazy, and leaned forward in fixation at Katy's jiggling body.

"Dance you little slut! Move it!"

If Katy wasn't terrified already she sure was now. Not doing exactly what this man wanted down to every detail surely got him mad. He wasn't best pleased with her efforts of dancing and changed the music, making it more sleazy and to her, more degrading. The lyrics were a sign to her of what he wanted to do to her body. Tapping her foot on the ground, Katy tried to find some kind of rhythm to the beat, and started to shake her breasts like this robotic voice wanted. Her ass also wiggled at the back, the flesh vibrating as her body moved.

Running her hands up her hips, carefully showing off her delightful curves, she was starting to dance better for this person now. The only thing now was her face. She was to upset to look as though she was enjoying it. Closing her eyes, she wiped her tears away and then opened them with a smile, biting her bottom lip trying to look sexy as her arms lifted above her head.

Seeing Katy's face riven with black mascara-streaked tears was an incredible turn-on for Mike. Even more than her bouncing tits or wiggling ass, her terrified expression was the buzz he was really seeking. Her fragile persona seemed based on a mask of strength; he was going to smash right through it. There was no escape for her, and every minute that the camera rolled things just grew worse for the hapless slut. He held Katy Perry like a ripe fruit in his fist, and was going to crush her just to feel the juice flow through his fingers.

His beady eyes sparkled as they savored the delights of Katy's body in action. She was swinging now like a professional stripper, soaked with sweat, heaving and panting like a hunted animal.

"Remove the corset, slowly. Expose your tits. Play with them, squeeze them, knead them, lick them." Mike bolted back a shot of whiskey to steady himself. "And keep showing that pretty smile, Katy."

It was an odd picture seeing someone smile with a face covered in makeup running down their cheeks. Black lines staining her skin as she cried whilst dancing. Katy didn't have a clue where this man was who was doing this to her. He could be in a different room, maybe a different hotel and she would never know. Her hands slowly fell in slow motion from above her head to the back of her corset where she unzipped the material, pulling the fabric away and exposing her breasts. The piece of clothing fell to the floor as she started to knead her breasts with her hands. The skin bulged inbetween her fingers, nipples hardening as she played with them. Remembering the robot's orders, Katy squeezed them hard before lifting each breast to her mouth where she licked them with her tongue.

Mike felt the adrenalin surge as he gazed at the topless Katy. Her magnificent tits were played about in full view of him and the cameras. For all her glamor and celebrity, he laughed at how she now seemed nothing more than some $10 topless dancer. He watched her flicking her nipples with her little pink tongue, her glistening eyes shining with terror. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

"Put your hands behind your head, now," Mike commanded Katy. "Thrust your tits around, spin around, bounce them. Show them off like you always do". He bolted back another shot. "And tell me how much you love it, you little cocktease! Tell me how good it feels and how you want to be fucked!" Excitement had him almost frothing like a rabid beast.

That voice appeared again out of one of the speakers in the room, ordering her to place her hands behind her head and swing her breasts around. Closing her eyes, Katy knew this was becoming a nightmare, she was clueless about her surroundings and if she was ever going to be let go. Wiping a tear from her cheek, finger marks added to the mascara smudges on her face, completing the slutty look she already had. Raising both hands behing her head like a good girl, Katy swung her chest so her breasts moved in a circular motion together like they were in a dance routine. "I...I love it!" she shouted against her will about what she was doing. "I love it loads!" Her brief outbursts of love didn't seem real though, they sounded forced.

The sight of the topless and terrified Katy was making Mike half-mad with lust. The thought that he was shortly going to fuck her was nearly paralyzing him. He watched the rhythmic bounce and swing of her stunning tits, zooming in close to savor every detail.

Mike clicked a new playlist and the music changed. Katy's own songs started piping through, and her own smutty and suggestive voice began to ring out. He enjoyed the idea of tormenting her with her own cockteasing.

"You're not impressing me, Katheryn," he oozed ominously. "Remember you're only one mouse click away from having your life ruined. Now, you're going to drop your panties - wiggle them off, nice and slow. Drop them to your ankles. Make it sexy, you fucking bimbo, or I will hurt you badly".

Turning her head as the music changed, she listened to the sound of her own song playing which was like a mental torture. Crying more loudly, she didn't want to do anymore of this for him, but the threat of that tape getting out was to much to handle. Her career would be over, people would hate her and she would no longer be living the dream of being a singer. "I don't makie them songs, they tell me to do them like that!" she shouted after feeling angry with this person who was doing this to her. Wiping her face again and taking some breaths, Katy started to wiggle her legs and butt, sliding her black thong down her legs to her ankles. Slipping her feet out, her panties laid on the floor.

Standing before naked in the room now, her shaven pussy and juicy breasts were exposed to the cameras.

A screen zoomed in close on Katy's face, and Mike savored the sight of the mingled emotions playing across it. He then panned it down her body, now naked save for silk stockings and garters. The neatly shaved bush spoke of a real slut and excited him greatly. He had to fight down a near-overwhelming urge to go out into the room right then, and focus on the next part of his systematic degradation of Katy.

"Your dancing was shit, and you're lucky that I'm so kind because I let you go on that," he sneered. "But you're going to put on a real sex show now." Licking his lips, he went on: "Sit on the couch and spread your legs, slut. Spread them wide and start masturbating. If you haven't cum within three minutes it's no more career for you, cocktease. Except in porn," he added with a chuckle. "So you better finger yourself pretty fucking hard and tell me how much you love it."

A grim look was the only expression on the singer's face as she heard her next set of orders. Making her way over to the sofa, Katy sat on her ass and spread her legs, looking around the room for any sign of a camera. Her mind was starting to realise she was being watched, she must of been otherwise he wouldn't of asked for such things from her. With her perfect pussy on show for him to see, Her feet sat comfortably on the edge as a hand went down to rub her clit. The other arm came around and the hand inserted two fingers in to her pussy causing the singer to moan. She wasn't wet....yet, but she would have timing issues to get herself turned on enough in three minutes given the environment she was in. Jerking her fingers in to her pussy faster, more pleasurable moans filled the room for the first time. Her other hand worked her clit expertly as she grew more moist.

As more seconds passed and the dealine of three minutes neared, Katy came, squirting cum out of her pussy and on to the floor, her toes curling up in delight as she was relaxed.

Time seemed to stand still for Mike. It wasn't just the sight of the beautiful young singer writhing to orgasm - but the way she was obviously enjoying it despite herself. That was a whole new kind of degradation he was keen on inflicting upon her. He traced the beads of sweat that ran down her face as it screwed up in ecstasy. His cameras sucked in every moment of her tits bouncing in time with her vigorous fingering. It was obvious that she was expert in pleasuring herself, and she performed for the cameras as well as any pornstar.

As her sweat-soaked body throbbed to orgasm, he savored all her sobs and sighs. He feverishly fought down the urge to masturbate himself, preferring to save the iron erection for his imminent rape of Katy. As she came long and hard he licked his lips and spoke again.

"Get the box off the bar, in the corner. Open it, and put on the things you find in it." Mike had stashed a silken hood and a pair of bondage handcuffs in the small black container. "You've been a good girl so far, if you do what I say now I'll let you go." Of course he had no intention of this - her suffering was only going to get worse - but he knew the dim bitch who believe anything.

Katy was shaken and worried, but a tiny bit of hope seemed to give her the confidence in believing that she was going to leave. Walking over to the corner of the room, she saw a box on the bar and took off the cardboard lid. Inside, she saw a dark hood and a set of handcuffs. It didn't come to mind why she would need them, how would they get her to leave? Taking the hood, she placed it over her head where total darkness came over her. The stupid singer now wasn't able to see where the cuffs where, using a hand to try and find them. Taking the hood off, Katy got the cuffs, placing them around her wrists before using her hands and pulling the material over her head.

This was the moment Mike had been waiting for. He watched as Katy awkwardly put on the cuffs and hood as he undressed as quickly as possible. The idea was to disorient her long enough before the proper rape. Mike had some sadistic fun in mind first. He put on a plastic mask and took up a spiked plastic paddle, then moved quietly out into the room.

He crept up slowly and carefully behind the trembling Katy. The sight of the dappled sweat sparkling over her naked body was driving him wild and he tried not to shake from pure adrenalin. For a few moments he stood right behind her, close enough to smell her fragrant hair. Then with a sudden, hard blow he slapped the studded paddle across Katy's ass.