My story submission (3)
CHAPTER TWO

Beth could never remember a Monday morning when she had been so glad a
weekend was over and to be driving to work.  The weekend was a
nightmare that she was glad was over.  She engrossed herself in her
work and managed to keep from thinking about her ordeal.  She actually
held her breath as the mail was sorted, and was relieved that no
package came for her.

She kept watch over the entrance to the library expecting to see the
man who was blackmailing her walk in at any time.  By the end of the
day she had not seen him and felt better than she had since she
started receiving those packages in the mail.  She went home, ate, and
read until it was time to go to bed.

Tuesday found Beth’s spirits even higher.  The assistant branch
manager even commented on her good mood.  Again Beth watched the
patrons come and go, but that man did not appear.  Like Monday, there
was nothing in the mailed for her, and she felt more than just relief.
Her spirits rose and she was back to her normal self again.

Beth was helping out at the “return” desk just after noon on
Wednesday.  She looked across and saw him checking out some books
across at the other counter.  Although their eyes made brief contact,
there was not even a flicker of recognition that she saw in his.  It
was if he did not have a clue as to who she was.  He left without as
much as a second glance in her direction.

As soon as he left, she walked over to the check out desk.  She looked
at the records and learned that his name was Frank Benson.  Beth
pulled up his records on the central computer.  He was a psychologist,
and a professor at City University.  It had his work and home
addresses and phone numbers.  There was nothing else, but at least she
knew more than she did before.

Thursday went as uneventful as had the other days, and by the end of
the work day, Beth was feeling elated.  She was convinced that he had
his fun with his little game and was out of her life.  She literally
breezed through the day.   She actually hummed to herself as she drove
home.

All week, Beth had dreaded the arrival of the mail.  Not one single
package had come for her.  This with the absence of recognition in Dr.
Benson’s eyes when they had exchanged glances, and no contact from
him strengthened Beth’s belief that she had paid her debt and the
nightmare that was last weekend was over.

She was in a particularly good mood as she pulled  into her drive way.
She took the two small sacks of groceries she had picked up on the way
home and walked to her front door.  Then she saw it, an envelope taped
to her door.  On the front, in big red letters was the word “slut.”
She looked around to see if anyone was watching, then she quickly
pulled the note off her door.  She went inside as tears began to drip
down her cheeks.  

After sitting the grocery sacks down, she opened the note.  It read,
“I want your cunt at my house tonight at 10:30.”  She laid the note
on the kitchen table, and went through the motions of putting away the
groceries.  By the time she had finished, her cheeks were wet with
tears.  She poured herself a glass of wine and collapsed on her couch,
her wine in one hand and the note in the other.  Her high spirits were
crushed, it was not over after all.  She finished her glass of wine
and poured another.  She read the note over again, and felt even
worse.

It was just 7:30, when she had gotten home, and her plans to spend the
evening reading and relaxing now were a thing of the past.  Beth sat
on her couch and watched the time slowly tick away.  She decided that
now that she knew who he was, she would go as the note said, but she
would confront this Dr. Frank Benson.  It was going to end tonight,
this horrible thing was over.  That thought made her feel better, and
her self confidence grew as she waited.

It was 10:30 when she pulled into his driveway, and walked to his door
still wearing the clothes she had worn all day.  She rang the door
bell.

“Come in slut,” Frank said as he opened the door.

“No, I can say what I need to say right here,” she replied shocked
that he was nude except for a black leather g-string covering his male
genitalia.  “I know who you are, Dr. Frank Benson.  This is over, I
will tell the administrators at City University all about you, and I
will tell them that you are blackmailing me.  You are through
tormenting me as of right now.”

“Yes, you could do that slut, but you will need proof that I am
blackmailing you, otherwise it is just your word against mine.  Wait
here for a second,” he said as he walked back into his den.  He
returned and handed Beth a large envelope saying, “here, you will
need this,” handing her the envelope.

“What is this?” she asked.

“It is the proof you will need to give my Dean  when you turn me in
as a blackmailer.”

She fingered the packed envelope, “what is in it?”

“All the proof you will need.  It contains the same information that
I will mail to the Library Board and to your newspaper on the way to
the Dean’s office.”  Frank smiled and as he shut the door with Beth
still standing on his porch he said, “you win, you are free.”

Beth stood on his porch, holding the envelope he had handed her.  He
had said she won, but she did not feel like she had.  She went back to
her car and started it.  She just sat there with the car running,
thinking.  Frank stood just inside his closed front door, smiling to
himself and waiting.  He wondered just how long he would have to wait.

Somehow Beth did not feel like she had won.  She looked at the
envelope he had handed her realizing that he still had the two stamped
envelopes, one to her newspaper and one to the library board.  No, she
did not feel like a winner at all.  She moved her trembling hand to
the keys of her car and turned the engine off.  Beth was again crying.

Frank grinned as he heard her car engine stop.  He opened the door
when he heard the bell, and said simply, “come in slut.”

Beth walked inside and asked, “when is this going to end, Dr.
Benson?”

“I did not tell you that you could call me by my name,” he said in
an irritated tone of voice.  “You are to refer to me only as ‘sir’
until I tell you otherwise.”

Beth looked down and said, “when is this going to end..........sir?”

“When I want it to slut!” he snapped.  Then added “strip  down to
your panties and bra for me slut.”

Beth paused for a moment, she had no choice.  She knew that he was
still in control and that her protests would fall on deaf ears.  She
unbuttoned her blouse and took it off laying it on the back of the
chair near where she was standing.  She reached behind and unzipped
her skirt, stepped out of it and laid it next to her blouse.  Next
came her slip over the top of her head, and it was placed with her
skirt and blouse.  She the removed her pantyhose, and stood there
shaking in her bra and panties