Authors: A.L. Simpson
Blackmail
Blackmail
By
A.L. Simpson
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I’m an Australian and live in Queensland.
I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination.
In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop.
I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same.
With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.
AL Simpson.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Real name places are used throughout this book but, events occurring in these locales are purely fictitious and for the benefit of the story only.
Present Day
Avery’s shoulders slumped as she trudged up the front steps of the small, run-down apartment block. She clutched a small shopping bag and her purse in one hand, a wad of unopened envelopes in the other.
Her apartment was on the ground floor, to the right of the filthy glass entrance doors. There were only six apartments in the building and four were empty. This is the sleazy side of town. Nobody would voluntarily live there but she had no choice. The rent was cheap and it didn't seem to matter whether she paid on time or not. The block had been built in the fifties and had been badly maintained, bricks crumbled from the façade every time it rained. The interiors were as filthy as the entrance, damp oozed from the ceilings. Peeled and chipped paint decorated the walls, the carpet was threadbare and curtains non-existent. The rancid odor of decay permeated the building.
She dumped the bag onto the ground and rummaged in her purse for the key to the door. “Come on. I'm not in the fucking mood for this.”
Avery had been searching for work for almost a week but, no-one in this town, or the next town over, would even grant her an interview.
Vince, the sleazy bastard, had alerted her boss to her pictures plastered all over the internet. Her disgusted boss hadn’t hesitated to spread the word amongst his colleagues. Her career as a Personal Assistant was finished. She would never be able to get a job in her field now.
She was behind in the rent and, if her guess was accurate, the wad of envelopes clutched in her hand were bills she had no way of paying.
Finally, her fingers wrapped around the single key and she withdrew it, inserted it into the door and let herself in. She flipped the switch on the wall. Nothing. Her power had been disconnected.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she shouted while moving to the tiny kitchen table. Apart from her bed, it was the only remaining furniture she had.
She couldn't really blame the power company. The check she’d written for the deposit had bounced and they had been asking her to pay the overdue account since she’d moved in four weeks ago.
After slamming the shopping bag, envelopes and her purse down on the table, she dropped into a chair. The envelopes now appeared to taunt her.
Avery lowered her head into her hands and indulged in self-pity by crying. How much lower would she be forced to sink? Not low enough to be forced back to the club. She would rather live on the streets and starve.
She blotted out the pain of her hellish lifestyle by closing her eyes and letting her mind drift to happier times when life was beautiful – with her mom and dad.
One month earlier
Avery drove to the Pennywhistle Strip Club. She eased her car into a vacant parking spot out front, gathered her purse, keys and a small carryall, climbed out and locked the door
Lights and music blazed from inside. She could hear shrill whistling and caterwauling. Rachel would be doing her set. Then would come Tegan before Avery.
God, I hate this place
. Reluctantly she climbed the stairs.
Thank fuck mother and daddy haven’t found out I’m working at a strip joint
.
Avery detested her boss, Vince, but she had no option but to do as she was told. She would regret having met Brett to the day she died. If only she had ignored the fucker when he had spoken to her at the bar. She had been an idiot to stay, her gut had screamed at her that something wasn't right but, she’d ignored it.
While she’d talked with the low life, her drink had been spiked and the next morning she had woken up naked in a strange bed with an equally naked woman. Their limbs had been entwined, the other woman's head rested on her breast. Avery had jumped from the bed, sickened by where she was and what may have happened.
Brett had showed her pictures of the woman fondling her breasts and pussy. On close inspection, Avery thought she looked unconscious, it was clear to her she had been set up but, how would she convince her parents or her boss at the Accountancy firm where she worked?
To protect her parents and her reputation, Avery had fallen victim to blackmail. She now had no option but to perform at this low down dive of a club. Stripping until she was naked, on display for all to see everything she had and, being fondled and pawed by the most revolting of strangers and drunkards. She had been desperate to find a way out although so far had been unsuccessful. Vince threatened he would have no hesitation in making the pictures public. She shivered at the thought of the images being plastered all across social media. For the time being, she remained captive. She vowed to find a way out of this horrible predicament.
Avery was not the only girl who had suffered this fate. Twelve strippers worked the club, only two were there voluntarily. She had become good friends with two other girls, Rachel, seventeen years old and Tegan, eighteen years old. They had both also fallen for the good looking bastard’s trap.
****
When Avery entered the dimly lit dressing room, she found Tegan in tears. Dropping her belongings onto a table, she rushed to the distressed girl's side. She pulled her into her arms.
“Has he been causing you trouble again?” Avery’s voice was thick with anger.
Tegan nodded as she sobbed. Marty had been causing her problems for weeks. As well as being blackmailed by Vince, she was now forced to run Marty's errands.
“We have to go to the police. Maybe they will get the pictures before they’re released.”
Tegan pushed from her embrace. “No!” She grabbed Avery's forearms and squeezed. “Please, no.” She shook with fear.
Avery pulled her back close and rubbed her back gently to soothe her distress. She spoke quietly, “ssshh, I promise I won't go to the police. I'll figure something out. We
will
get away from this awful fucking place.”
Tegan gazed up at her friend and brushed the tears from her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. She could not allow Avery to go to the police under any circumstances. She couldn’t bear for
him
to find out.
Both girls flinched when Vince entered the room and roared at them. “What the fuck is going on? Why aren't you ready, Tegan? Rachel is almost finished and I swear if you aren't on stage on time, you'll be very sorry.”
“Can't you see she's upset?” Avery's teeth were meshed so tightly together in anger, her jaw hurt.
“I don't give a fuck. Get your ass moving.”
“You should give a fuck. When are you going to do something about your goons trying to force themselves on us? I swear to God, Vince, if one of us gets violated or hurt, I
will
go to the fucking police and you can show my pictures to whoever you damn well like.” Avery had released Tegan and moved closer to her boss as she spoke. Her hands rested on her hips and, although she barely reached his shoulders, she tilted her head back and glared at him defiantly.
He placed a hand on her arm and his fingers pressed painfully into her velvet soft skin. “You watch your fucking mouth. Remember who’s the boss here.”
She pushed his hand away and stepped back. “Oh, I’ll remember. For now.”
Vince glared at her before turning to Tegan, “Get your ass ready and on stage.”
“She's too upset. I'll get ready and go on next.”
“I don't fuckin' care who gets out there, just do it. Now!” he shouted before stomping off.
“You’ll push him too far one day. I worry about you.” Tegan scrubbed the tears away from her cheeks with her fingertips.
Avery peeled off her clothes and walked to her dressing table, naked. From her carryall she removed two pieces of lace and satin. She stepped into a pale pink G-string. The triangle of lace at the front barely covered her shaved mound. She then pulled on a matching lacy bra and pink teddy.
Tegan watched her friend as she applied make-up and styled her hair. A sour feeling in the pit of her stomach warned her, Avery was in danger.
“He's blackmailing us, Tegan, and I'm gonna make him wish he'd never set eyes on me. I’m gonna make sure we all get free of the fucker, and soon.”
Once she was content with her hair and makeup, Avery swiveled her chair around, slipped her feet into six-inch-high stilettos and strapped them around her slender ankles.
Tegan stared in awe. Avery really was drop dead gorgeous and had legs that reached up to her neck. She sighed. “I would kill for long, slender legs like you.”
“Haha. I am blessed with rather long legs thanks to my daddy. Better get out there before that asshole comes back and starts raving like a lunatic again.” Avery stood as she spoke.
“Thanks for giving me a little extra time.”
“No problem.” Avery leaned forward and placed a kiss on Tegan's still damp cheek. “I'll make sure you stay safe.”
Tegan waited until Avery left the room before she began getting ready.
Avery heard the clapping and whistling as she negotiated the halls toward the club's stage. She encountered a naked, trembling Rachel halfway. “How did it go?”
“The bastards are groping and drooling as usual. Vince's goons do fuck all to protect us.”
“I know, hon. You're finished for the night. Go home and get a good night's rest. You have school tomorrow.” Avery kissed the girl’s forehead.
“Wish I was done forever,” Rachel grumbled before moving away.
Avery nodded thoughtfully as she finished her journey to the darkened stage. It was actually a wooden platform raised about six inches higher than the club floor. Vince had goons situated on each side to prevent the girls from being harassed. It didn't work. The goons were too busy ogling the girls themselves to do their job properly. Mark and Dom were the two on tonight.
Avery waited for Mark to close the curtains before stepping onto the center of the platform. She positioned herself at the pole, arms raised with her ass stuck out provocatively as she’d been taught.
She knew the minute the curtains had opened. The sickening whistling, jeering and clapping started. It was her cue to begin.
The spotlight came on and she began her seductive dance. As she gyrated against the metal pole, the noise increased. When she turned it was to face a club jam packed with men of all ages. Most were either drunk, high or both and overweight. Middle-aged men trying to relive their youth, young men trying to get fucked and married men escaping their wives for the night. No doubt about it, each man was convinced the girls were performing only for them. And, that was the way Vince wanted it to be. Besotted men became reckless with their money.
Avery swiveled on the pole, pranced back and forth, teasing, taunting, in time with the provocative music. She removed one piece of clothing at a time, agonizingly slowly. She tossed them to the side of the stage as she had lost too many pieces by throwing them into the audience. The men always refused to give them back.
The girls were forced to buy their own lingerie. Or, rather, Vince would buy it and deduct the money from their meagre salaries. The dancers earned, on average one thousand dollars in tips per night between four of them. Vince paid them fifty dollars each and kept the rest. When one of the girls had complained he had slapped her face and snapped. “You bitches cause me so much trouble, I deserve to get paid well.”
There was nothing the strippers could do.
Avery's G-string was now the only piece of clothing which remained after twenty minutes of dancing and gyrating. Her back faced the audience, she took a deep breath – it hadn't gotten any easier in the past month. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of the flimsy scrap of material and swayed from side to side as she slid the panties down her legs and kicked them off.
She turned to face the men and was shocked to find how close they had moved toward her. Avery stepped back before finishing her act with the splits.
The men went berserk, the noise was deafening but she didn't dare move until the curtain closed. This was the most terrifying part of the night. What if the men surged at her? How would the goons get back control? She shuddered as she watched Dom close the curtains.
Jumping to her feet, she dashed from the stage, gathered her discarded clothing, raced past Tegan without saying a word and back to the relative safety of the dressing room.
Vince was waiting as she burst through the door and she came to an abrupt stop. He was never in the room after their acts, he knew they returned naked and it was their sanctuary. Her hand covered her naked mound, her clothes were held to her breasts. “What do you want now?” She sounded braver than she felt.
“Drop the clothes and move the hand,” he snarled.
“No.”
He stepped forward, grabbed her wrists and held her arms wide. Although she fought with everything she had, her puny strength was no match for this powerful brute of a man.
She opened her mouth to scream, knowing it was useless with the noise from the main area of the club but she had to at least try.
Vince covered her mouth with a bruising kiss. She bit at his lip, he bit back hard and she tasted blood on her tongue. She gave up before he really hurt her. Revenge would have to wait for another day.
He drew back and glared at her before taking both of her wrists in one hand. He wrenched her arms above her head, the pain caused her to cry out. He held her ass with his free hand so she was unable to move while he licked and bit at her breasts. Releasing her ass, he thrust two fingers inside her pussy and sneered. “Wet, just like a good whore.”