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Blackmail Backfired

By Donna Russet

Copyright© 2018 by Donna Russet

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She had always been a bitch and when he obtained some incriminating information about her sex life, he though he finally had her. At first she gave in to him to prevent exposure to her husband and friends. Surprisingly he saw that she enjoyed having him dominate her. But then the world changed, others became involved. The twist ending will be a bombshell.


I was frivolously flipping through an old copy of Maxim, not really registering the words on the page. I had been kind of depressed for a while. Even though I really liked working at the Woodland Association resort, after working there through college I had really been looking forward to getting a "real job". But the economy tanked, and no one was interested in hiring a brand-new social study graduate from a crappy state university.

Things were alright really. Working for the resort would never make me rich but the money was okay. Unlike a lot of my friends I had a job. And while in college I had a tuition scholarship so all I'd had to pay for was my books, food and rent, which meant I did not have to worry about student loans. So, all in all, things were okay. Still, I was in a deep funk over being a college grad working the desk at a spa in a resort. Boo-hoo, poor me, right?

My one-person pity party was interrupted when Larry speed walked past the counter, muttering, "Dude. Heads up. Wicked witch."


I stuffed the magazine into a drawer and gritted my teeth in anticipation, or dread. "The wicked witch" is Mary Ann Shumway. She used to work here as a massage therapist before one of the members snapped her up as a trophy wife during my sophomore year. She was beautiful, but that did not make up for the fact that she had always been my bitchiest coworker and was now hell on wheels as a member. Feeling as if I was awaiting my doom, I reflected on how strange it was that the old money New England aristocracy that made up the bulk of the membership were, by and large, pretty decent to the staff, and that the worst people to deal with were the trailer trash trophy wives like Mary Ann.

I was startled out of my reverie by five feet three of curvy, blonde evil clearing her throat and tapping her overpriced manicure on the green marble counter top in front of me. I managed a polite smile that did not touch my eyes.

"Hello Mary Ann, what can I do for you today?" I found myself using every ounce of willpower at my disposal to look away from her perfect, bra-less, handful sized breasts, topped by erect nipples that were clearly visible poking through her expensive pink golf shirt.

"Well first, David," she sneered my name making it sound like an insult, "it is Mrs. Shumway to you. Second, you can get your eyes off my tits, you fucking perv. And third, you can get put some extra towels into number three. And if I catch you in there again, I will report you for harassing me and get your ass fired. I will be right back, so get to it." With that she stormed off. Larry stuck his head out from behind the divider between the front desk and the staff area and hummed a snippet of the Wicked Witch's theme from the Wizard of Oz. I laughed despite my foul mood, grabbing a stack of towels I rapidly headed for shower three.

The spa had a series of private shower rooms which put most studio apartments to shame. Each of them had a shower big enough for an orgy (well, a small orgy anyway), a Jacuzzi tub, a massage table, an assortment of exotic plumbing fixtures. Everything was made of marble, gold or crystal. As I had overheard one of the members put it once, the resort's showers were "as simple and understated as a pimp on Easter."

A few weeks ago, I had been cleaning up number three when Mary Ann, fresh from the sauna and wearing nothing but a towel and a sour expression, walked in on me. I had hung a sign on the door handle that said the room was being cleaned, and she could have gone into any of the others. Instead she walked into mine, kicked me out, and then raised a stink with my boss that I was "lurking around the showers trying to get an eyeful". My boss accepted my explanation of what had really happened. But a complaint from a member goes in your file no matter what. I knew that he might not be able to save my job if she made another complaint. She knew the same thing and used that fact to keep me jumping.

I set out the towels on the cushioned changing bench and turned to leave when I heard Mary Ann's fake laughter outside the door. Shit. I don't know why I did not just leave through the door. On reflection later, I realized that she never would have reported me for "lurking" again. She is the type who would prefer to hold it over my head and make me dance. But in the moment I panicked and ducked into a closet full of plush bathrobes.

I closed the door on the closet just as Mary Ann opened the door to the shower room. Fuck. I was a dead man. If she found me in the fucking closet there would be no way I could keep my job. Hell, there was probably no way I could stay out of jail. She stood in the doorway talking to someone in hushed tones. I could not make out anything she was saying but I recognized the voice of the person she was speaking to as male. Her husband never came to the resort in the daytime during the week. Part of me wondered if she was fooling around. Most of me just hoped neither of them wanted a bathrobe.

She entered the room alone, and I dismissed my suspicions, returning instead to praying she did not open the closet. I could just barely make out her outline through the louvered slats on the closet door. She was stripping over by the changing bench, carefully folding her clothes and setting them on the bench. She walked over to the sink and started rubbing her naked body with one of the exotic unguents we set out for our wealthy clientele. I could smell the spicy lightly floral scent of the oil she was rubbing all over her naked body. Like I said in the closet I could just barely make out her outline. But just knowing she was naked, rubbing some exotic-flower scented oil into her tits and, judging from her current posture, her pussy, was making me hard.

Mary Ann stopped rubbing herself (and tormenting me) at a light tapping on the door. She turned and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body, and opened the door. She looked up and down the hall outside, and ushered someone inside, whispering and giggling. "Ah, here it comes," I thought to myself. Well now at the very least if they caught me I could maybe protect myself by offering to protect their secret. I could not see the guy's face, but his silhouette made him look tall and well built. Her husband was short and starting to go around and saggy about the middle. He was also an incredibly wealthy fifty-three-year-old workaholic with no kids. I doubt he'd be thrilled to learn his expensive arm candy was stepping out on him.

I leaned back against the wall, waiting for them to finish what they were here for, and hoping they did not find me. I had a scare when Mary Ann walked right toward the closet, but she went into the one next to mine and pulled out a folding massage table. After setting it up in the middle of the room she helped her friend strip and pushed him face-down onto the table. From what I could see she was giving him an incredible massage, rubbing him with her breasts and her pussy more than her hands. I found myself getting aroused again. I looked down and closed my eyes, pinching and rubbing the bridge of my nose. I was also getting a headache. I needed to get the fuck out of there.

Eventually she jumped off, flipped him over onto his back and climbed right back on. She continued the massage which, hot as it was before, seemed to be heating up. I wished I could see but because of the angle of the slats in the door all I could see clearly was the floor about four feet in front of the closet. Squinting and standing on tip toe to try and see more than just a silhouette, accompanied by their chorus of masculine moans of pleasure and feminine oohs and has, I had a stroke of genius. Well, I mean, genius... I don't know, I thought it was a good idea.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. It had a built-in camera that could shoot video, but I never used it. It was just a crappy free flip phone that came with my plan. Seems like all phones have cameras now. I flipped it open, went to the menu and made sure all the sounds were off. Then I held the phone up to the highest gap in the louvered door, angled it down, and activated the video recorder. After a few seconds I pulled it down and took a look. I was rewarded with a six second video of Mary Ann Shumway giving a spirited blowjob to Charlie, the resort's golf pro. In-fucking-credible. The quality was not great, but it looked like both their faces looked pretty clear to me.

I put the phone back up and started recording again. I could not see the screen on the phone at the angle I had to hold it to shoot them but that did not stop me from squinting through the closet door to try and see what was going on. I started to feel like the pervert she had accused me of being. After a few more minutes of squinting at the shadow puppet make out session, I decided I could live with that and started rubbing myself through my uniform pants. I wasn't about to whip it out and rub one out on a bathrobe, but I am only human. I just tried to adjust myself, relieve some of the tension. That is my story anyway, and I am sticking to it.

I checked the phone a few times to make sure I had not filled up the phone's memory and that it was still recording. Other than that, I continued watching the show, and hoped for a way to escape. Mary Ann and Charlie went through a series of positions that put some pornos to shame. Since I mostly worked the spa and the occasional catered affair at the resort, I never had much occasion to work with Charlie. I had a vague impression of him as kind of a prick. But I will say this for him, he had staying power. I don't know how long they were at it, but it seemed like quite a while. Probably seemed like longer than it was since all I could think about was getting the hell out of there.

Eventually, with Mary Ann riding away in reverse cowgirl (who said you could not learn anything from porn?), her moaning became more intense, until she arched back and opened her mouth in a silent scream, her whole body shaking. From my vantage point, squinting through the closet, it looked a bit like a seizure, to be honest. But it was still damned hot. Right after she came Charlie joined her, moaning her name over and over. Afterward he lay there panting with his hands on her hips and she sat on his crotch, rocking her pelvis every few seconds, rubbing his thighs and giggling.

After catching her breath, she climbed down and took his hand, pulling him down off the massage table. They walked hand in hand toward the back of the room, out of my line of sight. I closed my phone and listened, trying to figure out what was going on. I heard Mary Ann speaking in subdued tones, could not make out what she was saying, and they were making noises, loud wet kisses I am guessing.

Then I heard the shower come on. The large shower stalls in the rooms were on the same wall as the closets so I figured this was my best chance to escape. As long as they were both in the shower and occupied with each other, they should not be able to see me. I carefully, slowly slipped out of the closet, closing it behind me as slowly as I could. Then I shimmied along the wall to the door and made good my escape.


Out in the hall my heart was pounding. I could not believe I got out of there without getting caught. As I walked back to the front desk the silliness of the whole thing struck me and I could not help laughing out loud, the first real good laugh I'd had in a long time.

Larry shot me a look as I walked back to the desk. "Where the fuck you been, Dave? You escape that bitch unscathed?"

I just grinned and tossed him my phone.

Several minutes later Larry was watching the video for the third time in a row.

"Holy shit, dude! What are you going to do now, put it online? Give it to her husband? You hate that bitch, you should stick it to her good."

"Ah, I don't know, man. I would love to get some payback but that just doesn't seem right."

"But showing it to me is fine, right? Fuck, hiding out in the closet and wanking off on her is cool. Yeah, I see where you're coming from," Larry sneered.

"It... I never wanked, I... it wasn't like that. It's not like I planned this! You heard what she said to me. She put me in an impossible situation. She told me to stock up three and threatened to report me to Tom if I was in there when she got back. She had, like, her hand ON the door. I just panicked and ducked in the robe closet."

Larry just smirked and watched the video again.

"Well aren't you the lucky one."

Charlie came walking down the hall from the showers and nodded at us as he walked by, "Gents."

"Hey, Charlie," we replied in unison. I bit my lips together in an effort to keep a straight face and Larry snorted. Charlie just raised an eyebrow and continued walking out of the spa.

A few minutes later Mary Ann came walking down the hall. Much as I did not like her, I could not help but be mesmerized by the sexy sway of her hips as she strode down the marble hall as if she owned the place. She was dressed in a short red cocktail dress and strappy red heels that probably cost more than I made in a year. She was carrying a pink duffel bag where, presumably, she carried the golf clothes she'd been wearing when she came into the spa.

"Don't you two assholes have some work to do?" she cracked.

"Dave's got something he wants you to see, Mary Ann." Larry grinned and shoved the phone into my hands before he ducked behind the divider that shielded the employee area from the eyes of the resort members.

"Fucking asshole," I muttered under my breath through gritted teeth.

"Chickenshit!" he whispered back from his hiding place.

Mary Ann stood in front of me at the counter, glaring.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Ah, nothing, you remember how Larry is from when you worked here, right?"

Maybe I subconsciously meant to piss her off. She hated when anyone mentioned that she used to work here. Her eyes lit up in anger and she snatched the phone out of my hand.

"Hey, wait, no!"

I thought she had looked pissed off a minute ago but that was nothing. Her face turned as red as the dress she was wearing as she watched the video playing on my phone.

"You... son... of a bitch!" She barely squeezed the words out before lunging at me over the counter. I jumped back just missed being clawed on the face by her long red nails. She bounced back off the counter and looked back at the phone.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing David, but you are DONE here!"

She bent my flip phone backwards across the hinge and snapped it in two, then shoved it into her duffel bag.

"You can kiss this shitty job goodbye you fucking, lurking, perv! What were you going to do, huh? Blackmail me? Show this to my husband? Well kiss that plan goodbye you fucking moron! You fucking fucked up by letting me get my hands on it. Thank your shit head friend for that! You are fucking done! You hear me? DONE!"

She was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind as she stormed off. One of the older members poked his head out of one of the shower rooms and gave me a quizzical look. I made a confused expression and shrugged at him, gave him the "Who knows?" face. He shrugged back and ducked back into his room.

Larry came out from behind the divider and stood next to me as I watched Mary Ann walk away.

"Dude. Tell me you already sent that video to your email."


"Rethinking what I said about getting some payback?"

"Oh, yeah."


After our shift ended I gave Larry a lift home then drove to my apartment. The first thing I did as soon as I got home was grab my notebook and jump online to make sure I'd received the video I sent from my phone. There it was in my inbox. As an afterthought I forwarded a copy to an old email address I rarely used anymore. Can't be too careful, right? If I lost the thing, I lost my job.

After confirming I had received it, I downloaded it and watched it again to make sure it came through okay. It was really something else. The quality was terrible, and the camera angle was weird but that only made it hotter, made it seem more real somehow. Even though it was pretty bad the people in the video were clearly Mary Ann and Charlie. If it came down to it and I just sent it to Mary Ann's husband, as Larry had insisted the entire time we were in the car together, he would have no doubt that it was definitely his wife.

I had no intention of sending it to Mr. Shumway. In spite of everything Mary Ann had done to fuck around with me, I did not want to ruin her life. Even if I did, showing it to her husband would end up losing Charlie his job. I hardly knew the guy and I had heard he was a dick but, what the hell right? I do not care who sleeps with who, and I have no desire to screw anybody over. Still, I needed to make sure Mary Ann knew I had the video before she talked to my boss and got me fired. Before I had left work I had taken down both Mary Ann and her husband's emails from the resort computer. I pulled the scrap of paper I'd written them down on out of my pocket and started writing an email to Mary Ann.

I still had not decided what to do. I wanted to use the video as leverage to get Mary Ann off my back. After weeks of dealing with her veiled threats to get me fired I also wanted to send some of those bad vibes back her way. I had not decided how to go about it yet, so I just settled on forwarding her the video with a short note that read:

Mary Ann, before you do anything rash, take a look at this video. I think you and I should talk about this before you talk to anybody else. If I don't hear back from you soon I will just send it to your husband and see what he thinks. I would tell you to call me, but you broke my phone. I will be in touch. Don't do anything stupid, or I will make sure you regret it. --Dave

That seemed just vague enough to avoid committing myself to any particular course of action and threatening enough to save my job. I read it a few times but could not think of a better way to word it, so I just sent it and forgot about it.

After taking care of that I took a shower and changed, then walked into town to The Well, a seedy little bar that was within walking distance from both Larry's and my place. It was Wednesday. since Larry and I both had Thursdays off, Wednesday was our Friday, and The Well was our regular hangout.

When I got to the bar Larry was already there getting a head start on me. And by the time I sat next to him at the bar he'd already ordered me a beer and a shot of JD. I slung the shot back, chased it with a swig of beer and took the cigarette Larry proffered. I only ever smoked when I was really tying one on, but I had the feeling it was going to be that kind of night.

"So, I been thinking," Larry said as he waved at the bartender and gestured at the pair of empty shot glasses in front of us then held up two fingers. "What you got to decide is," Larry clearly had a decent head start on me as there was already a slight slur to his words, "if you would rather use that vid to get Mary Ann to give you cash," he drained half his beer and grinned at me, "or ass."

The bartender walked up and down behind the bar, taking care of people's orders. She paused in front of us and refilled our shot glasses. Larry nodded at her and slipped her a five. If he was already tipping he was already drunk.

"I don't know man," I finished my first beer and threw back the second of what would be many, many shots. Could not let Larry get too far ahead of me, right? "Blackmail's not my thing. I'd be happy just getting the bitch off my back."

"Oh, so now you are worried about right and wrong? High talk from a fuckin' peeping' Tom."

The bartender looked at me and raised her eyebrow.

"Pay his drunk ass no mind," I grinned at her. She shook her head and walked to the other end of the bar to get somebody a drink.

"Seriously man, I thought you said you wanted to put the bitch in her place. You going to back out now and be all," he effected a falsetto voice, "Please Mary Ann, just leave me alone?" In his normal voice he added, "Fuckin' pussy."

"Ah, fuck you, Larry. Guess you are right though. I just feel weird about it. I mean I want to put her in her place, scare her, you know. Get her to stop being such a bitch all the time. But..."

"Come on man, it is not like you been getting' laid. You and what’s her face..."


"Yeah, Karen, that bitch. You and her broke up forever ago. She ain't coming' back or nothing' and..."

"I don't want her to."

"Yeah, right, whatever."

The bartender dropped off another round of shots and beers.

"So listen man," Larry was getting seriously drunk. I was right behind him. "So, listen... ah... you gotta..."

"Try and get ass or cash."

"Yeah man, or both, you know? Mary Ann is such a bitch. You should be like... you should tell her, 'Listen woman, gimme some a what you been giving' Charlie.' Y'know?"

"I guess."

I sipped my beer and thought it over. Mary Ann was incredibly hot. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I am just not as nice a guy as I thought I was. Maybe I just hadn't gotten laid in so long I was doing my thinking with little Dave. But Larry was making more and more sense. I mean, it's not as if she's faithful to her husband, I thought to myself. Why not get some?

"If she is going to be getting it where she should not, and on the regular, why shouldn’t I too, right?"

"So what I am saying! Going to go break the seal." Larry smacked me on the back and walked away toward the men's room. I reached over to the pack of smokes he left on the bar and lit one up.

"You know those things will kill you."

I spun around on the barstool in surprise. Mary Ann was standing behind me, glaring.

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