[Fiction] Blackmailed

[badkingbob]

As she had arranged with the mystery person with whom she had been corresponding, Remi walked the opposite direction to her house, when she left school that afternoon. Getting on a bus she had never taken before, she travelled to a part of town which she had never before needed to visit, checking the directions scrawled on a piece of paper in her pocket as she went.
As instructed, She walked up to the front door of the large apartment building and opened the front door, which had been left unlocked, just like she had been told it would be. She crossed the spacious lobby inside, climbed two flights of stairs and approached the door to apartment 7.
Her heart rose in her throat as she stood there. She was really going to do this... she had to. She took a deep breath and then, just as she had been instructed to, unbuttoned her white blouse, slipped it off her shoulders and folded it into her satchel, along with her short pleated skirt, which she also slipped off hastily. Standing now in just her pink, tissue thin bra and g-string (again, as directed by her mystery correspondent), she felt her cheeks already glowing red, as she glanced nervously around to see if anyone had spotted her, before knocking three times on the door.
And waited.
In her mind she replayed the events that had led her to this very compromising situation. She had met him, who she still knew only as Adam, on an internet forum, and they had talked a while before swapping messenger addresses. Late one night, feeling horny and with her defences down, he had talked her into posing for him on webcam. The session had gone further than it probably should have done.
To her horror, the next day in her inbox was the message

Hey Remi,
It's me from last night. Great pics don't you think? Don't worry, as long as you do what I say no one else will ever see them.

It had been just the first in a string of emails and instant messages in which Adam had made the terms of their relationship absolutely clear. She had resisted at first, the outrage at what was being done to her boiling over into anger, but she soon saw that he was more than serious in his intentions and, given that she hoped to go to drama school and then into acting, knew in the end she could not do anything other than as he instructed. If she did, he swore, all the pictures and videos he had would be destroyed in a month. If she disobeyed him in any way, over the month, they would be uploaded to hundreds of websites, plastered across her profiles and emailed to her family.

All of that anger she had initially felt had been burned out of her now, during the first week of their contract, as she stood in her underwear in the public hallway, waiting to be admitted to the apartment. Her long blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and as she had been instructed she stood a few steps back from the doorway, legs slights apart, and hands clasped behind her back. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the latch turn and the door opened.
He was taller than she had expected, but then again she didn't really know what to expect. Although he knew every detail of her life, and indeed had scrutinised just about every inch of her body in detail, during their online liaisons, he had never revealed himself to her, and now she did, she was immediately struck by how normal he looked. He was a few years older than her, though she had never seen him in school around the college buildings, he had neat hair and a nice, almost handsome face. Then he grinned at her, and a dark look spread across his face. "Hi, come in." He said.
Swallowing hard, she picked up the satchel from the ground and hurried through the door, which he pulled closed behind him.

to be continued