part II

Two uneventful days had passed since the swimming pool incident. Julie had been so shaken by the incident; she stopped swimming, for fear of running into Tony and his friend again. She wasn’t prepared to face them quite yet, despite the fact that she desperately wanted to do it again. Every time she recalled the episode, her pussy became damp, and she was **** to finger herself for release. She also became increasingly anxious to hear from the mysterious blackmailer again.

Julie woke up from a fitful sleep. She hadn’t been sleeping well since everything started. Glad that it was the weekend, Julie remembered she had the house to herself for the day. Her parents were away at some charity fundraiser, and wouldn’t be back till very late. She ambled down the steps to the kitchen, and settled on a bagel and a glass of milk, when suddenly the ringing of the doorbell broke the otherwise silent house.

Julie scampered to the door, her loose pajama bottoms dragging across the floor. She peered out the peephole, but did not spot any movement in front of the door. Curious, Julie checked her pajama top, ensuring it was presentable, and opened the door to see who was there. She spied the entire front porch, but found no one standing around. Oddly enough, no one was out on the street either. Julie figured the little kids in the neighborhood were playing pranks, and was in the process of shutting the door when she noticed a small, white, cardboard box at the base of the door. Her name was written in large black letters across the face of the box. She bent over and grabbed the box, unaware that her pajamas top hung down open enough to see her succulent, ripe tits in their entirety.

Closing the door behind her, Julie ripped open the box to find a VHS tape inside. There was nothing else in the box. The black video cassette was unlabeled, so Julie had no clue as to what was on the tape. Julie’s feline instincts took over immediately, and her curiosity led her straight towards the television. Dropping the cardboard packaging on the floor, Julie pushed the tape into the player, causing the tape deck to come to life as it swallowed the tape. The television screen flickered momentarily as it too, filled with energy. Julie sat on the floor directly in front of the large screen, anxious to see the contents of the tape.

Julie focused on the screen as the image focused into a clear picture. She was looking at a dark, mahogany executive desk. On the desk were a blotter, some pens, a stack of papers, a keyboard, a computer monitor, a stack of unlabeled black video cassettes, and a stack of cardboard video mailers. A pair of black, gloved hands appeared, one of which was holding a black Sharpie marker. Julie watched as her name was scribbled onto the mailer, just as it was on the one she received. A cassette was placed into it and the box was stacked in the opposite corner of the desk. The same thing was done four more times, each time a different name was written on the VHS container.

The first name was Jason Landis, her boyfriend. Julie hadn’t had much time to think about him since the blackmailer prevailed her thoughts lately. She wondered what this had to do with him. The next name written was Ashley Caldwick, one of her best friends. Ashley had quite a reputation of being loose with the boys (and a couple of girls also), and was always trying to get Julie to “loosen up”. Julie still didn’t make a connection. The third name written was Rob Redding. Rob was the manager of the gym where Julie worked out and swam. Julie always fancied him from a distance, and even though he was ten years her senior, she often fantasized about curling up to his well-toned body. Julie began to get an idea as to what this was leading to. The last name written was Micki Marchano. Micki was Jason’s ex-girlfriend. Jason split up with her to date Julie. Micki was also the queen bee of the school, always spreading the juiciest gossip to everyone she knew.

There were no more mailers left; however there was one last cassette on the desk. Julie continued watching the television as the gloved hand retrieved the last video. The camera then moved through the room and focused on a television. The cassette was placed into a VCR. Julie focused her attention onto the video playing on the recorded television, which soon filled her screen.

Julie caught her breath as she saw her own image flash across the screen wearing only a white towel. Captivated and wide-eyed, Julie sat in disbelief as she watched and relived the humiliating events from the gym. Even though she was speechless and horrified, Julie was too entranced in the video to stop the playback. Julie quickly realized that the **** was being taken to a new level. Julie watched as the giant cocks erupted, spurting their thick white cream all over her face. Still drawn to the television, Julie watched as the camera drew back. Julie was shocked again to see the black gloved hand stroking a long, thick cock only moments before it too shot several streams into the air. The strands of white decorated the black glove, slowly dripping down the fist, as the image of a cum-covered Julie faded to black on the television in the background.

With her jaw hanging open, and her eyes still wide as saucers, Julie sat motionless as the tape finished and kicked into automatic rewind. Julie was so stunned that she remained there unmoving, despite the incessant ringing of the telephone. Suddenly Julie snapped from her trance, and caught the phone before the caller hung up.

“H – huh, - uh - hello?”