Brad

Mark concocted a sinister plan, set out to **** Mr. Goodwin. Mark rose from bed early the following morning and trailed Brad Goodwin to his office. He worked in a large industrial plant as an engineering designer. Mark noted the time he arrived, went to lunch, and clocked out. The next day, Mark scoped the Goodwin home, studying the layout, and Sarah’s routine. By the third day, Mark was ready to put his plan into action.

Mark followed Brad to work once again, this time armed with a large manila envelope stuffed full with full size photos of Jenny and him engaged in all sorts of compromising positions. At precisely nine o’clock Mark delivered the sealed envelope to the receptionist indicating it was a delivery for Brad Goodwin. The lovely ebony skinned receptionist smiled and accepted the envelope, marking it for immediate delivery. Mark then raced back home to await Brad’s reply, per the instructions enclosed with the photos.

Brad was sitting at his desk when the office courier dropped the large envelope on his desk. Brad looked questioningly at the envelope, noting that it wasn’t the typical interoffice type of envelope, as he reached across his cluttered desk to lift the hefty package. The corner was slightly torn, most likely from bad handling, and the fact that the envelope was overstuffed. Brad stuck his pinky in the small opening and ripped a larger hole. He then pulled the packet apart, breaking the sealed contents fully open. Brad immediately began sweating profusely as he dumped the contents onto his desk. He nervously looked around and quickly went to his door to slam it shut. Cloaked in privacy, Brad surveyed the implicating photos, wondering what his future would now entail. He then read the note, telling him to contact the photographer via email; otherwise Sarah, and Jenny’s parents, would receive duplicates of the photos. Brad settled in at his computer and nervously typed out his response to the blackmailer. He agreed to discuss the terms of keeping the photographs from reaching the wrong people. He also enclosed his office phone number, per the instructions enclosed. He sent the message and nervously awaited the blackmailer’s response.

Mark’s cock twitched when the email came in, realizing he was one step closer to his goal. Mark memorized the office phone number and headed to the Goodwin house, bringing with him his camera and cell phone. Having studied Sarah’s routine the day before, Mark knew she lounged by the pool during the late morning, after having sent the kids to school and cleaning the house. Mark casually strode along the fence, ensuring that Sarah was indeed in the back yard. He confidently strode up to the front door and let himself into the unsuspecting woman’s home. She hadn’t locked the door after checking the mail. He quietly slithered through the house till he found the den and the household computer. He swiftly brought up the household email account and typed out the next set of instructions for Brad. Mark drew in a deep breath and held it for several seconds, his finger poised over the mouse, ready to click the send button. With resolve and determination, Mark sent the message and quickly made his way to the kitchen where he could get a better view.

Brad grew increasingly worried as he waited impatiently for the next contact from the blackmailer. Even though he had a financially stable job, he knew he couldn’t afford hush money, nor could he afford a divorce. He hoped he could reason with the guy and possibly arrange some kind of a payment plan. Unfortunately for Brad, he soon found out, Mark didn’t want money. An email popped up on his screen, and he immediately noticed it was his own account. When he read the first sentence, the realization that the blackmailer was in the house set in. Immediately panicking, he reached for the phone, but slowly withdrew it as he continued reading. It told him to stay by the phone and to ensure the line was clear. He was to await a call from “Bradford and Lawson Attorneys” (a name Mark made up) Brad got the division secretary to hold all calls and send through the call from Bradford and Lawson. It told him to not call the police, or the house to warn his wife. He was to sit and wait until he received the call for further instructions.

Brad nearly jumped out of his chair when the secretary announced that the call from Bradford and Lawson was on line three. He picked up the phone and punched the button, whispering, “Hello?” Mark instantly allayed some of Brad’s fears telling him to not worry, he wasn’t going to steal anything, nor would he hurt anyone. Brad was partially relieved, breathing a strained sigh. “What do you want … How much …” he asked.

Mark, with the cell phone in his hand and a headpiece accessory attached, calmly and quietly responded. “Brad. It will become clear over time what I want. For now you need to concentrate on doing exactly as I say, otherwise you’ll end up in a lot of trouble with these photos I have in my hand.” Mark didn’t have them in his hand, but the threat sounded good. I just came to your house to ensure I had your full cooperation. Do you want me to give these photos to your wife?”

Brad emphatically declared, “No!” However, he was growing increasingly worried about what the cost would be. “Just tell me how much …”

Mark cut Brad off before he could finish. “Brad. You and I, both, know these photos are priceless. You cannot put a dollar figure on these kinds of photos. No, Brad, I don’t want your money. Besides, looking around your house, you probably couldn’t afford what I’d want for them.”

Brad knew he was right, and again was nervously relieved that there would be no money involved. As the comment sunk in though, Brad felt a growing knot in the pit of his stomach. “If you don’t want money … then, what …”

Brad was cut short again. “Brad. Concentrate. Your wife is sitting out by the pool right now. She’s reading one of those romance novels. I’m going to call the house and three-way you into the conversation. I’m going to mute my end. When Sarah answers the phone, I want you to simply talk to her. Then I want you to have phone sex with her!”

“What?” Brad nearly screamed.