Blackmailed Beth [1-9]
Anne

INTRODUCTION

Beth is the head librarian at one of the San Francisco branch
libraries.  She is in her early thirties, and dresses like most
librarians, very plain and drab with little effort at looking
attractive.  She has blond hair that is usually worn up on her head in
a french roll, but her drab clothes do not hide the fact that she has
an excellent figure although it seems as if she tries to cover that
up.  She is the very picture of prim, proper, and aloof.  Beth lives
in an exclusive area of patio homes not far from the branch library
where she works.  She writes a column for the local newspaper twice a
week where she does short book reviews, and has a larger column in the
Sunday paper.  She is well known in literary circles and is a frequent
guest at social occasions with community leaders.  Her twelve year old
daughter goes to a private preparatory school in New Hampshire, and
she sees her just during the short summer vacation and during
holidays.  Beth dates infrequently because her primary love is her
work and her hobby, reading and doing the reviews for the newspaper.
As her social standing grows, her name is often mentioned as the
primary candidate to replace the main library's head administrator
when she retires in a couple of years.  Frank is in his mid-forties,
in excellent physical condition, and is quite nice looking.  He
teaches psychology at one of the small private colleges in the area,
and has been a frequent visitor to the branch library where Beth is
head librarian for the past few months.  He wears nice clothes and is
well groomed, but looks the part of psychology professor.  He lives
only a block from Beth in one of the patio homes similar to hers.
Frank is divorced and lives alone.  He is a very organized person and
is most methodical in every thing he does.  He is a planner, and
prides himself on being able to accomplish anything he sets out to do.
His hobby is that he considers himself somewhat of an amateur
inventor, and has converted part of his garage into sort of a shop
where he spends most of his free time.  Frank has a field of his
profession that is also his hobby and from time to time an outlet for
his sexual desires.  Frank discovered the area of dominant/submissive
relationships in college as a study in psychology.  Over the years he
has increased his knowledge greatly, but his actual experiences have
always been with consenting, experienced submissives that he met in
one of the local nightclubs for people with these interests.  None of
them were rewarding and challenging enough to hold his interest beyond
only a few sessions because they amounted to just playing the roles.
Beth knows Frank because of his frequent visits to her branch of the
library, but it is only the most casual type of acquaintance.  He is
just one of many people she knows on that same basis, and there is
nothing that makes him stand out in her mind.  She does not know how
close they live, or what his profession is.  She does not even know
his name without reference to his library card.  The only thing she
does know is that when she waits on him, his eyes seem to pierce her
and make her feel uncomfortable.  She even goes as far as to avoid eye
contact with him when he is in the library.  Over the past two months,
Frank has been interested in Beth, more than she could possibly
imagine.  His interest was initially caused by her unwillingness to
make eye contact with him, a sign of vulnerability he quickly
recognized.  He has researched her past in minute detail.  He has
studied the records of her divorce, her credit history, her career,
her high school and college records, everything he could get his hands
on about her.  He has been careful every step of they way to raise no
suspicions nor attract any attention to himself.  He has found enough
information about Beth to know she was going to become his pupil, and
he has it very well planned.  It is going to start by letting her know
what he knows, that she had lost custody of her daughter in a bitter
divorce because of her lifestyle, that she had been a stripper at a
local club to pay her way through college, that she had posed nude for
magazines, and she had been arrested years ago for prostitution on two
occasions.  While all of this was before she started her career in the
library system, he feels he has enough to get her attention if done
systematically.  He has for the past 10 days sent Beth an envelope to
the library with no return address nor way of identifying its sender.
Each one contained either a couple of her photos which he found in old
copies of the magazine or a copy of one of her arrests for
prostitution.  None even had a note in it.  It is Friday and Frank had
been to the library about three o'clock, a time after the last of his
mailings would have been delivered.  He did not talk to Beth, but
could see that she seemed nervous and upset.  He went home smiling to
himself.  His next step was to call her at work and arrange a meeting
in a public place for this evening to identify himself.  If things
went the way he planned at this brief meeting, he was going to arrange
a date for Saturday night, just a dinner date but she would be wearing
the clothes he would have delivered to her house on Saturday
afternoon.  He knew this had to start slow at first and he was
prepared.   He would move from simple demands at first to her ultimate
coming out as his "date" at one of the special nightclubs.  He called
the library, and asked to speak to the head librarian.  Beth answered,
saying "this is the head librarian, how can I help you?"  Frank said,
"...............








CHAPTER ONE


Beth answered the phone, "this is the head librarian, how may I help
you?"

Frank said, "just listen and say nothing unless you want the
information I have made public. Do you want that?"

Beth let out a small gasp, and asked, "who are you, and what do you
want?"

"I told you to just listen," Frank snapped, "just listen!"

"Okay," was her response.

"You will go to the bar in the Steak House, the one near your home,
tonight at 6:00 for happy hour.  Take a seat at a table in the corner,
order yourself a drink and wait for me to introduce myself.  If you
are more than five minutes late, I will leave, and  I will make sure
your newspaper gets all the information I have collected on you, and
copies will be sent to the library board as well."  He then abruptly
hung up the telephone.

Beth shook as she placed the receiver back on its base.  She quickly
regained her composure, and went through the motions of finishing her
work day.  On the way home, she drove by the Steak House, noting it
was a very popular cafe and feeling reassured about her safety if she
decided to meet this man who had been mailing packages, shocking
packages, to her for the past ten days.  She glanced at her watch,
noting it was already 10 minutes until six o'clock.  She drove on by,
then turned around realizing she did not have time to go home first.

There was a parking space near the front door, she took it feeling
some relief about its location.  Inside the bar, she saw a good size
crowd all enjoying drinks before their meals.  Beth sat at a table off
to herself, and ordered a glass of wine.  As she sipped her wine, she
looked around at the men there, wondering who the person that had
called her was.  She saw no one she knew, but saw several faces she
vaguely recognized.

She finished her wine and looked at her watch.  It was just a few
minutes after six.  She ordered another glass of wine.  The waitress
had just set the glass down when she saw a man walking toward her
table.  It was one of the ones she knew from somewhere, but she could
not place where.  She noticed he was carrying a couple of large
envelopes similar to those she had been  receiving for the past ten
days.  As soon as their eyes met, she remembered where she knew him
from.  He was a patron at her branch library,  but she could not think
of his name.

He laid  the two envelopes in front of her on the table for her to
see.  One was addressed to her newspaper and the other to the San
Francisco Library Board.  "May I join you?" he asked, smiling at her
obvious discomfort.

"Do I have a choice?" she responded.

He picked up the two large envelopes and turned to walk away, then
stopped.  "Of course you have a choice, but make it carefully unless
you want me to mail these envelopes.  You know what is in them don't
you?"

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Beth replied, "don't mail
them, sit down,"  adding as an after thought, "please."

He took a chair on the opposite side of the table, and took a sip of
the drink he had brought with him to her table.  He leaned back in his
chair and stared at her.

"Who are you?  I have seen you in the library, but what is your name?"
she asked.

"I am your date for tomorrow night for dinner here at 7:00, that is
enough for you to know right now," was his answer. He took another
long drink and added, "unless you want what I know about you to become
the talk of the town."

"But, I don't want a date with you.  I don't even know your name, much
less want to go on a date with you."

"Beth, look at the stamps on these envelopes, they are ready to drop
in the mail box.  Had you rather have a dinner date or have these
placed in the mail?"

"That sounds like blackmail, and it is a crime.  You could go to jail
if I reported you to the police."

"I don't think you  want to get the police involved in this Beth, you
know what I would do with all that I have collected on you.  You might
also want to consider that you have seen only a portion of what I have
and what is in these envelopes."  Frank looked directly at her as he
said this, then took another sip of his drink.

"All you want is a dinner date?" she asked.  She glanced down at the
table as she spoke, avoiding looking directly at him.

"For now, Beth for now.  But I will require that you dress a lot nicer
for our date than the way you are now dressed.  In fact, I will have
some packages delivered to your house tomorrow afternoon that will
contain what I want you to wear."  He stood up, picked up the
envelopes and his drink, and said "tomorrow at 7:00, we will meet here
at this table and. wear exactly what is delivered, no more and no
less.  If you are more than 5 minutes late, these envelopes will be
mailed."  Then he walked away from the table and disappeared into the
crowd.

Beth jumped to her feet to find him, but she could not.  She spent
several minutes looking, then paid for her wine and left.  She was
relieved that it was still daylight as she got in her car and drove
home.  She changed clothes and sat down to read, but she could not
concentrate.  Her mind was on the man she had just met, the envelopes
she had been receiving, and the "date" he wanted for tomorrow night.
She had so many questions, and he had disappeared so quickly.  She
wondered what this was all about.

All night long she tried to sleep, but the events of the evening were
running constantly through her mind.  She knew she would be ruined
professionally, socially, and personally if the information he had got
out into public knowledge.  "After all, he just wants a date, and it
is a very public and popular restaurant," she rationalized.  "I will
be safe, nothing could possibly happen there," she decided as she
drifted off into a deep sleep.

As her Saturday progressed, Beth starting feeling a little better
about her "date" for the evening.  She was convinced that she would be
safe, and she needed to find out what this man wanted in exchange for
his silence.  She had decided not to call the police, and just to pay
the blackmailer to keep her past a secret.  It was the only choice she
had and she knew it.   She had a good job, had saved a lot of money,
and she was prepared to buy his silence rather than go through the
humiliation of the exposure of her past.

It was just after four o'clock when she heard her door bell.  Looking
through the peephole, she saw a delivery man from Macy's standing on
her porch.  She opened the door, signed for the packages and waited
until the delivery man was gone before shutting and locking her door.
 Beth sat the packages down on her couch and began to open them.  She
found a red nylon slip dress, red lace bikini panties with a matching
shelf  bra, dark thigh high hose, red high heel shoes, a red purse,
small gold hoop earrings, and a gold chain bracelet.  She was
surprised that there were earrings and a bracelet, but no necklace,
and even more than a little surprised at the fact everything was her
exact size.  A small shudder of fear run through her body.

She poured herself a glass of wine and took it and the clothing to her
bedroom.  She took her shower, then started getting  her hair fixed
and makeup on.  After she was dressed, she looked at her image in the
mirror.  It had been several years since she had worn anything as sexy
as these clothes, and she just admired herself for several minutes.
She had always hated bikini panties because of the panty lines they
created, and they were very prominent in this thin nylon dress.
Remembering the man's threats, she decided against changing and was
dressed for her "date."

Beth arrived at the Steak House at exactly 7:00, parked her car and
went into the bar.  She saw him sitting at the table she had sat at
last night.  He smiled at her as she walked to the table and told her
to have a seat.  She sat down being careful to avoid eye contact with
this man.  He just seemed to look right through her and that made her
very uncomfortable.  Her hands were noticeably shaking as she sipped
the glass of wine he had already sitting on the table.

Beth was in no mood for small talk, and asked "how much do you want to
keep silent about what you have discovered about me.  I am willing to
pay you for your silence."

He said nothing, but continued to stare at her and sip his drink.

"How much?" she asked in a demanding tone of voice.

He smiled and said, "it is not your money that I want, it is your body
that you will use to buy my silence."

"What?" she reacted, "you don't expect me just to have sex with you do
you?  What do you think I am, some kind of a whore?"

Smiling still, he said, "you are a whore, I have proof of that, we are
just haggling about the price."

"That is all things that happened in my past.  It was years ago when I
needed the money.  I am ashamed of what I did, but I am not a whore."

"Yes, that is exactly what you are, Beth, in fact you are not only a
whore, but a slut.  You were and you still are.  You can't change your
past.  According to your arrest records, you were selling your body to
anyone that had $100 to pay for it.  I am willing to pay much, much
more than that.  I am willing to pay with my silence, that has the
value that you place on your career, you social standing, and your
reputation."   He paused glared into her eyes and asked,  "how much is
all that worth to you Beth?"

Her face turned as red as her dress with rage and anger.  She stood up
and reached for her purse, but her eyes saw him holding the two
stamped envelopes.  "Have you forgotten about these?"  he asked.

She slumped back in her chair.  She knew that he had her in a mess and
that she had to get out of it some how.  She said,  "no, I have not
forgotten.  You are not an unattractive man, why don't you just ask
someone you know for a date?  Why me, we don't even know each other?"

"You are wrong Beth, I know you very well, but not as well as I am
going to.  I know everything about you, as you have seen, even your
torrid past.  I know your credit card numbers, your clothes sizes, I
know a lot about you."

"How did you find out all of this?"

"I have gone through your history, your personal information is well
known to me.  I have gone through you trash where I learned your
clothing sizes and so much more."  He took another drink out of his
glass and smiled at her nervousness,  "yes I have chosen well,"  he
thought to himself.

Beth just sat looking at her glass of wine.  Without looking up she
said "okay, if I agree to have sex with you, will you give that
information to me and promise to keep quiet about what you know about
me?"  Without waiting on an answer, she added, "when do you want
this?"

"We will start tonight?" he replied.

"Start?  What do you mean start?"

"That is exactly what I mean.  We will start tonight.  You are going
to buy my silence by being my private whore.  You are going to pay for
my silence with your body as often as I want you to, and that starts
tonight.  I know you are not seeing anyone at the present time, and
that you have a lot of time on your hands, and I will allow you to
continue to keep up appearances at social functions.  But Beth, you
are now my whore.  If you find that more objectionable than the
consequences, you can leave right now."

"For how long?" she asked meekly as her body trembled with fear and
her voice cracked.

"Until you are fully trained or you no longer please me.  If it ends
because you don't please me I will send the information to the library
board and to your newspaper," he answered, but he was no longer
smiling at her.

"What do you mean by until I no longer please you or until I am
'trained'?" she asked still trembling.

"You will find out in time, you will find out."

"Or had you rather I mail these envelops?" gesturing to them laying on
the table.  "Your rapid rise in the library system has made you some
enemies, what would they do with this information.  What would your
high society friends do?  You know how those people love gossip.  Then
there is your newspaper column to think about."

The Waitress sat two more drinks on the table as Beth contemplated her
situation. 

"Now, be a good little girl and go to the restroom.  While you are
there, take off your bra and bring it back to me."

"Just like that?  You expect me to go and take off my bra and hand it
to you?"

"You have worn less in public as I am sure you remember, or do I need
to show you some pictures of yourself?  Yes, that is exactly what I
expect you to do.  If you question that, I will demand your panties as
well.  Now go do as you have been told, and be quick about it," he
said sternly.

Beth could tell he was serious about what he had asked her to do, and
she knew he was equally serious about sending the information as he
had said.  Taking a deep breath she said, "okay," and reached for her
purse. 

He grabbed her hand and said, "leave that here."

"But how will I be able to bring my  bra back to the table without
someone noticing what I am carrying?"

"I don't care, that is not my concern.  No one will have any doubt
about you not a bra on in that dress when you walk all the way back
over here anyway.  Now go, before I decide I want your hose also."

Beth left the table realizing for the first time that the restrooms
were all the way across the lounge.  She tried not to attract
attention, but it seemed as if every eye was on her as she walked to
the ladies room.

Frank smiled as he watched her walk away.  This had gone much faster
and easier than he had hoped for, and he was getting sexually aroused.
He had anticipated much more resistance, and he knew it would come as
his demands got harder for her to accept.  He would make sure that he
stayed right on the verge of scaring her off at all times.  Step by
step he had planed her enslavement and was thrilled that it was moving
so well.

When he saw her returning, he felt a tinge of guilt because her eyes
were full of tears.  No one else saw  the tears though, their eyes
were on her body and the bra she was obediently bringing to him.

"What is your name?" she asked avoiding eye contact.

"How do you refer to men that come to you in the library when you
don't know their names?"

Beth thought for a moment, then answered, " I just call them 'sir'."

"Then for the present time you may simply refer to me as 'sir' also."

"Just call you 'sir'?  Are you kidding?"

Tapping his fingers on the envelopes laying on the table to make his
point, Frank responded, "did it sound like I was kidding?"

She simply shook her head "no."  She still felt the stares of the men
in the bar, and knew she was being trapped in something by the man.

Frank looked at his watch.  It was after eight, and he had a big night
planned.   He said it was time to eat and told her to follow him.
They walked into the restaurant portion of the building.  He told the
waiter where he wanted to sit, and they were led to a table.  He
ordered only a salad for Beth, but a steak for himself. 

As  soon as the waiter had taken their order and walked away from the
table, Frank said, "take off your panties and hand them to me."

Beth was taken by surprise, she sighed, then stated to get up to go to
the restroom and do as she had been told.  She knew it would do no
good to protest anyway.  She stood up.

"No, here, take them off here and hand them to me."

"Here?"

"I don't like having to repeat myself,  yes here damnit.  Just reach
under the table and take them off, now!"

Beth looked around the restaurant, then carefully and as discreetly as
possible removed her panties.  She reached around the table and handed
them to him.  He took them and laid them near his drink on top of the
table in clear view.

When the waiter brought their meals, he spilled a glass of water when
he saw the red lace panties next to Frank.  Frank used the panties to
wipe up the spill as the waiter stared at Beth and grinned.   

 They ate in silence, he going over his plans for the evening, and she
on the verge of crying about the predicament she was in.


Frank had eaten about half of his steak when he paused and said, "go
to the restroom and take off your hose.  Be a good girl and bring them
to me.  Go quickly or I will want you to take them off right here at
the table." 

The tone of his voice was enough to let Beth know he was serious.  His
information was enough that if that is what it would take, she would
have no choice but to obey.  She got up and walked all the way back to
the restroom, took off her hose and returned.  She felt like she was
being visually raped as she went, and even more so as she returned
carrying her hose balled up in her hands