Yep, blackmail.

“If you sign these papers and leave right now, I plan to do nothing with them,” Mason told his wife. “Truthfully, I will probably Jack off to this for a while, it is pretty good porn.”

Vixxen felt humiliated. Fuck her dad, fuck Mason, fuck the world if they were going to keep hurting her with her past.

“Fuck you Mason!” Vixxen yelled, “I don’t fucking care, I will fight anyway, just to embarrass you! Ready for the world to know that you asked me to fuck your boss to get you this promotion?”

Mason smiled, “We can go that way, but I have video evidence of infidelity, and what looks like a history in amateur porn,” he said this with a grin. “You will get nothing, zero. I suppose what you will get is dick from men who pay to fuck you, starting right about tomorrow I would guess, whenever you get hungry for that fucking expensive fancy diet of yours.”

Vixxen wailed, “I won’t leave, you can’t do this to me Mason!”

Vixxen took a swing at him, trying to slap him but missed badly, having never hit anyone before. But Mason had hit people before, plenty of people.

He swung back and slapped her so hard she thought he loosened a tooth, and she hit the floor hard, crying.

“Fucking whore, you god-damned fat fucking whore!” He said, angrily. “You chose this, you chose for it to be like this.”

Her husband picked her up like she weighed nothing and put her over his shoulder, he was a really big and well built man.

He carried her outside and dropped her on the lawn, hard. She had lost the towel she was wrapped up in, and was sitting there on his lawn, completely naked.

A few moments later Mason threw her handbag at her, and her robe, and then dropped a hundred dollars on her and told her to get off the lawn.

“You will regret not signing those papers bitch,” Mason sneered, “the Court will know you are a cheating whore, and your videos are going to be on every free porn site in the world before I am finished.”

He was walking away, but stopped and walked back, “And I promise, your pictures in your wedding dress, and your name will be in the videos. Everyone for the rest of your life will know what you have done.”

Vixxen had no idea what to do. She couldn’t win, she could never win. Maybe she could keep her dignity, some part of it.

“I will sign them,” Vixxen replied quietly. “Just please don’t do this, I don’t put me out with nothing.”

Mason walked in and came back with the papers as she covered herself with her robe. She signed the divorce papers, and Mason walked away again.

He came back with some more cash, a dress and a pair of shoes. “Call a cab and don’t come back, this is all you get to take with you.”

“You have to let me have my clothing, what I brought with me from New York,” Vixxen countered. “I didn’t come in with nothing, I came in with my clothes, I came in on my feet.”

Mason considered it, “Text me an address where I can send your things, then never bother me again.”

He turned and walked back in his house. She knew he would probably change the code on the front door lock that night. She might never see him again, and right then she didn’t care to.

With that her marriage ended, and a frightening new part of her life started.