Blackmailed (Nasty Jack & gaggirl)

[gaggirl]

Its been a long night. I should have been home hours ago, but no we had a real bleeder on the table, one that turned out had lied about her taking blood thinning drugs. Should could have died on that table this afternoon, died for the mere 4.3kilos of fat we sucked out of her! What should have been routine became a nightmare requiring the surgeon to suddenly recall almsot forgotten information learnt in that precious rotation in emergency surgery and forced all of us to hang back and make sure she was okay. And now. Now I am going to miss out on the dinner date my busy husband had planned!

I hardly ever see the man anymore, but I dont care so much. When we got married he had no idea what kind of past I had and he didnt want to know. Not that I would have told him anyway. Yes there are a few hundred skeletons in this closet and I dont want him knowing any of it! So I dont complain about how little I see him I'm just so grateful that a man of his status married me.

You see my man is a well respected and quite famous psychiatrist. He travels the globe speaking at these conferences, sharing his expertise and pushing the boundaries of modern psychiatry.

I just hope that when I get home hes still awake. Hes got a flight first thing in the morning and hes gone for three days.

[NastyJack]

A little gossip is a dangerous thing. I'd once mentioned to my girl about us getting tattoos, and she shot back that NO WAY would she get something permanent stuck on her skin. She even mentioned that one of the doctors she worked with had a crazy tattoo on her butt that she wanted to get rid of.

My girl worked as a surgical nurse at the local hospital. Usually, after a long surgery, doctors and nurses would shower before returning to duty. One time, my girl had shared the locker room with this one lady doctor, who had an unusual tattoo ... sort of a tiger-girl (her college mascot was a tiger), but in the same pose as the Marilyn Monroe "Playboy" centerfold.

Something about that jogged my memory. I'd seen a tattoo like that ... but where? A couple of days later, it popped into my mind. A blond girl, nude, bending over, looking back over her shoulder and smiling at the camera ... and that same tiger girl on her ass. I'd seen it in an adult magazine ... must have been one I kept for a while, because I remember looking at that picture often. With a little research (amazing what you can find online), I tracked down a back issue of the magazine.

When it came in the mail, I opened it quickly. Yeah, there she was, ass held high, legs spread, looking back at the camera with that come-and-fuck-me smile. And sure enough, the text beside the picture said she was working her way through medical school. She'd given her name as "Candy Light". Hey, she can delight my anytime!

I wondered, if she was willing to pose nude for tuition money, what else would she do? A little more online searching, and I found a few porn videos featuring the good doctor. And the last one was made just before she graduated. I ordered a couple, and watched them when my girl was at work. Damn, this woman was hot!

My girl was getting tired of me spending all my time "researching" online, so she told me we were through. This gave me an excuse to drop by the hospital, supposedly to talk to her, but actually to check up on Dr. "Candy". Almost as soon as I walked through the door, I spotted her. Same blonde hair, now pinned up securely; same face, still recognizable without the slutty porn star make-up. She was talking to a serious-looking guy; from the way they stood close, the occasional hand touch, I figured he was her husband. As she was called away, she turned back to smile at him one more time ... and there it was, that same glancing-over-the-shoulder grin from the photo. It was her, no doubt.

As I drove home, I kept thinking about her ... and her husband. He seemed familiar somehow. Then I realized I'd seen him on TV. He was very well-known, talks shows, books, the works. And a little more online searching showed that he was very well respected by conservative "family" groups.

I had to laugh. This guy was married to a porn star? Damn, how had he kept that secret? And then I wondered ... what if he didn't know? Supposed Dr. Wifey had kept her past hidden from her oh-so-conservative husband? (Except for that tattoo, easily explained as a one-time drunken mistake.)

My mind was making plans almost without my being aware of it.

Now I'm standing in the post office. The envelope in my hands has a scanned print-out of her old magazine photo, and one of her videos on DVD. Everything has been wiped clean of fingerprints. The return address is fake. The only other thing I've added is a note ... an email address, nothing more.

I drop the envelope in the slot. Will this work? I'll find out soon ...

[gaggirl]

Tonight I have such a headache. I sit on the bench next to the lockers for a moment, head in hands, willing the throbbing to subside. I’m not in any hurry -Jimmys still out of town so tonight I have a date with my bath. Might light some candles. Put some bubbles in. Think about what I’m going to do with that… frigging magazine and video I got in the post. I stand and slam the door shut on the locker. Why oh WHY did I do that shoot? Oh I know why, I would be here if I hadn’t. Doing what I love. I just wish I’d maybe come clean earlier. And as for the video, how was I to know my drink had been spiked… turned up to take some promo pics for a cover and end up being IN the video itself. And now some fucking sleazeball has figured it out and sent me the copy.
Sliding into my car I cant help but wonder if I’m being watched. The thought makes me more angry than scared. This …stupid mail out could be the end of not only my marriage but sure to taint his career AND mine. Driving along the freeway towards the hills I smile at the silver lining, thinking that if nothing else, I can use that to my advantage and go into practice for myself in plastics. Meanwhile my marriage would be over so that he can distance himself from the scandal. But I will survive. On the whole though it’s definitely a plan B.
So what does the creep want? Money? Then I will have to come clean. My head throbs harder just thinking about it. By the time I get home and open the door to my lonely big apartment I’m ready to cry, and do just that when I close the door behind me. Frustration. Anger, Regret. Anger. Eventually the tears subside and I discard my clothing piece by piece through the house in the way to the bathroom.
Shoes, hose, jacket, button up blouse, bra, knee length pencil skirt are all in a line to the bath which runs 80% hot, bubbles rapidly growing. While I wait I shore myself up sneak into the depths of the cabinet in my side of the bathroom vanity and pull out the package.
I look at myself and smile. I did look good back then. Look at me. My tits and ass were perfect, my skin virtually flawless, not a line on my face. I sigh and turn to look in the mirror at my face now older: luckily still no lines, except for the one I get on my forehead when I forget to moisturize, my body is curvier, mature, but still firm. More womanly than girly now, which is a good thing I decide.
Slipping off my underwear I step into the steaming bubble bath and consider what to do. There was noting there but an email address. What does this prick want? My headache gets better as I relax, but my mind still sprints circles around in my head making me angrier. How dare some Neanderthal come into my life now and do this to me! Without bothering to dry myself I find my laptop and copy the email address across from the paper.
Does he really know it me or is be bliuffing? Does it matter? It looks like me, so the damage will be done regardless. Shit sticks. And well, it is me.

“Alright, fuckhead, its me. Bravo. Now what do you want? Money?? You should be ashamed of yourself!!!!”

I don’t even know what else to say. I hit send.