Stay, and meet the blackmailer

Maisie stroked her chin and thought more deeply about her situation. A half-formed idea entered her head as the car pulled up to the front door.

The driver opened the back door, and dragged her out by the arm.

"Up here, bitch" he snarled, as he dragged her into the house. "Wait here, slut. He'll call you up shortly".

Maisie stood and waited and assessed her surroundings. To the left was a large room that looked like a study. In front of her was a large spiral staircase, behind which were large glass doors facing a backyard, complete with an in-ground pool.

"Ms. Williams. If you'll join me upstairs"

At the top of the stairs stood a tall, older, man. He was over 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders, and a thick chest. He was tanned, with salt and pepper hair slicked back onto his head. He was wearing a white suit, with an open collared black shirt.

Jesus, she thought. He must be 60. Surely I didn't...

"Ah, I see you're a bit surprised. Come up here and I'll explain everything"

Maisie took a deep breath and started climbing the staircase. He smiled at her and led her into a large office just off to the right. He moved swiftly, and sat behind a large desk. Two chairs sat in front of the desk, while a large leather couch was pushed up against the wall on the right side. Each wall had a large LED screen on it. The man gestured for Maisie to sit down on one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"So happy you could make it, Ms. Williams. My name is Douglas Morgan, and I'm an entrepreneur. First, I see that look on your face, and rest assured, you and I have never met. Your...encounter last night was with one of my employees. He...likes to keep an eye out for new tale.."

Maisie cut him off.

"Look. I don't have a ton of time. What do you want. Or, is it how much do you want?"

The man smiled.

"Ms. Williams. I have plenty of money. And I don't need yours. YOU are what's valuable to me. You're extremely popular, and exactly the type of woman I want to join my...roster"

"Roster? What the fuck is this?"

"Ah! I'm so glad you asked" After making a few small clicks of his laptop, Morgan had lit up all 4 screens surrounding the room.

Maisie's mouth dropped. On each screen was a celebrity, and each celebrity was naked, and most of them were in the middle of having sex.

"Jesus" Maisie whispered. "What..I mean..how...it's..."

Behind the desk, Morgan beamed. "THIS. Ms. Williams, is Celebrity Haven"

"Celebrity....Haven?"

"Yes, Ms. Williams. A pornographic website of the stars. Each customer pays an exorbitant monthly fee and signs an NDA, making this entire website private. So here's my offer. Either you join my website, and fuck, privately, on the internet, or that picture of you, with a face full of cum, is on Page 6 by tomorrow."

Morgan leaned back in his chair.

"So, do we have a deal?"