I was walking past the security checkpoint in my apartment block's underground car park when I was stopped by the guard inside the cubicle. In fact he'd come out the cubicle when he saw me approaching, obviously wanting to say something. I knew most of the guards by name, but not this one. He'd only been around in the last couple of weeks. Not at all bad looking I'd thought, but that was all the notice I'd ever taken of him.
"Can you spare a minute, Ms Kubota?"
"Sure. What's the problem?"
"Not really a problem. Not yet, anyway. I just wanted to let you know that I've got a copy of a tape from the security camera down here in the car park. A tape from last Wednesday night in fact -- just after midnight."
He was grinning like a high school k** telling a dirty story but I had no idea what the joke was.
"What about it?"
"Ah, the thing is, the tape shows you getting out of your car with a male friend and giving him a very passionate kiss before you went off hand in hand to the elevator."
"What the hell has that got to do with you?"
Now the smile was bigger than ever: "It's got nothing at all to do with me. But Mr Wang might think it has a hell of a lot to do with him."
This was nasty. If I was reading it right it could be very nasty.
"Who's Mr Wang?"
"You don't know Mr Wang, Ms Kubota? That's a surprise, considering he usually spends a couple of evenings here each week, and every time he comes here he stays in your apartment. Perhaps you never noticed him, or perhaps you thought he was the cleaner. But it would be odd that you don't know he owns the apartment you're living in. Why, I bet you didn't even know that he was in Chicago on a business trip on Wednesday night. I know it though, because I checked up on Thursday by phoning his office."
The guy looked so young that I thought I might be able to bluff things out.
"What's your name?"
"Danny Collins. Very pleased to meet you, Ms Kubota."
"Don't give me your crap. If I reported this conversation you'd be out on the street tomorrow looking for a job."
"I surely would. But if I showed a copy of the tape to Mr Wang maybe he'd give me a job and you'd certainly be out on the street looking for somewhere to live. Check, Ms Kubota?"
Not check, but checkmate. If he did have a tape he claimed he did. One thing was for sure, I certainly had been fool enough to kiss Ray here in the car park on Wednesday night, and somebody must have seen us. Since no one had been in sight it was probably true the only way this little snot knew about it was because of the building surveillance system.
Which in turn meant that he probably did have a tape. And if Ti saw it he was going to get upset -- not angry, just upset over a business deal where he was getting short changed. And when Ti had a business deal go sour on him he terminated it straight away. I'd last just as long as it took me to pack my bags, and Ti would have no trouble at all in finding another girl to help me carry them out as long as she could move in afterwards to take my place.
Maybe I could threaten to tell Mrs Wang? Or maybe not. Prominent Chinese businessmen never break the law but they usually have a third cousin six times removed living on the other side of the city who has a buddy who knows a guy who's strong with the local triad. Some money would move from a Singapore bank to a Hong Kong bank and one way or another I'd be persuaded to shut up. No, threatening Ti was not a good idea. Nor was trying to threaten this nasty little nosey parker -- all he stood to lose was in the fight was his crummy guard's job: me, I'd go instantly from high rise living to becoming low life.
"I think we're going to have to talk about this," I said.
"That's the way I see it too, Ms Kubota. My shift ends at eleven. I'll come up then."
"OK. But don't bring your gun or I might be tempted to show you how much I don't want to see you."
"My pistol's only a .38 but I've got a much bigger caliber weapon than that -- and I've always got it ready and loaded with me."
"The way you're behaving, Mr Collins, I wouldn't count on keeping it forever."
He grinned, totally unworried. I couldn't hurt him and he knew it.
"See you tonight, Ms Kubota. Keep things warm for me."
The door bell sounded at eleven ten and when I opened it there was no surprise at all about who was standing there, a big grin all over his shit eating face.
"Well, hello, Ms Kubota. Here I am coming off duty and there you are dressed to go on duty. But surely you've got something a bit sexier in the way of lingerie for Mr Wang's visits? Or do you reserve the frilly knickers for the Wednesday night specials?"
"Did anybody ever tell you your mouth is bigger than the Lincoln tunnel?"
He was totally cool: "There are a lot of rude answers I could make to that, Ms Kubota, but let's just say you're not making me happy the way you would be if you were smart. How about inviting me into your apartment while you've still got an apartment to invite anybody into?"
He had me over a barrel and he knew it.
"Alright, come in." I stepped aside and he strolled in as though he owned the place himself. The guy had more front than the city public library.
"Not bad, not bad at all. And all paid for by pulling on Mr Wang's yang. Nice work I guess, though I wouldn't fancy it myself. Mind you, I think that on balance I'd prefer Mr Wang to the specimen you brought home on Wednesday. Even a nymphomaniac should know where to join the line."
"I'm not a nymphomaniac -- or a blackmailer, either, come to think of it."
"If you say so. From what I've heard, if all the guys who've been in here to screw you were put together in the elevator, it'd be way too heavy to get off the ground floor. And the story is that none of them ever came back. One ride on Kelly Kubota's subway and they never returned. Weren't any of them good enough, or wouldn't any of them pay to come back for a second turn?"
"You! ... " I had to bite back the words I wanted to spit out. "Have you got anything to say that's worth my time listening to?"
He undid his neck tie, took it off and threw it over the back of a chair, then unbuttoned his shirt. "I've got news for you, Kelly. You don't have anymore time -- it all belongs to me now. Except for Mr Wang's, maybe."
"I don't think so. Ti Wang is an important man, but you're a nobody."
Danny unclipped the big metal torch on his belt, walked over to me and prodded me in the stomach with it. "Step backwards into your bedroom and sit your big ass down on the bed, or I might loose my temper with your big mouth."
As soon as I was on my bed he sat down beside me and pushed the torch up underneath my chin.
"Do I get an apology for what you just said, or do I send a Fed-Ex parcel with a video tape inside it around to your very important friend, Mr Wang?"
There was no place to go but down.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, Danny. It's just that you're frightening me and I'm getting nervous. I didn't mean anything by it."
"That's better - that's what I came to hear. So now we'll start again, right?"
The torch dropped from my chin, slipped along my throat, lower and lower, until it reached the elastic band at the top of my night dress. The weight of the warm metal rested on it, pulling down the material and exposing the tops of my breasts.
Danny snickered as he enjoyed the view: "That's a pretty good looking set you've got there, Kelly. I thought they'd be a sticker on them somewhere though -- handle with care, maybe. Or at least some autographs and visitors' comments."
"Aw, come on, Danny. I'm trying to be nice. Why do you have to make things so difficult between us?"
He looked up and grinned at me. "Maybe if you let me have a good clear look at these beauties I'd shut up for a while."
"OK. Why don't you lie down."
He took off his jacket and shirt, then stretched out on the bed. I sat down beside him.
"Do you often pull strokes like this, Danny?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm talking about blackmailing tenants with things you see on the security cameras."
He smirked as he pulled down one of my nightdress straps. "If you think you're being blackmailed, you should hear about some of the things I've seen other people doing around here. They've got no brains at all, some of them."
"Like me, you mean?"
"You're not stupid, you're just a slut."
God, this creep pissed me. "Is that the best way you can think of to get a girl to come onto you, Danny? By saying something like that?"
"OK, my turn to say sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Now, let's get this night dress all the way down."
His hands pulled off my shoulder straps and dropped the night dress around my waist. Now I had nothing on above my waist except my bra and he looked at me carefully, his eyes shifting from side to side.
"Tell you what, Kelly, how about I call you a professional dealer in market driven female companionship? Does that sound better?"
"You seem like a kind of an unusual guy to be a security guard, Danny."
"Ah, that's because I'm really a writer. I only do the security guard work to make survival money. And because it gives me a chance sometimes to get into a situation like this to suck people dry."
My stomach churned over with bile: "So you are a blackmailer, after all."
He sat up, reached around behind my back and unhooked the bra.
"Sure, I'm a blackmailer, but not for money. That's not a writer's currency. I want to know about you, everything about you. Your life, your lovers, your experiences, what you've learnt, what you've been told -- most importantly, what you feel. That's what I mean by sucking people dry. A good writer is a vampire: we swallow your life's bl**d and spit out it as ink on pages."
"That's the reason you're taking my bra off, is it? So you can talk to me?"
"No, it's because I'm going to fuck you. After that we talk."
"It sounds as if being a writer is a good job -- for a guy, anyway."
Danny laughed: "There's no such thing as good and bad for us. That's a real life thing -- we're only the reflections in a mirror. Writers don't really exist: we're just figments of our own imagination."
He was weird -- really weird.
"So you don't believe you're real, right?"
"Oh, we play our roles in the story. The difference between us and everybody else is that we know it's only a story and we know when the time has come to write 'The End' on the bottom of the page. Then we do a Hemingway, because one thing that can really spoil a good story is leaving a burnt out character in it with nothing left to say."
Like I said, weird. I unzipped his pants and opened them.
"So what happened to this guy Hemingway?"
"He shot himself."
I squeezed his big stiff cock between my fingers and rubbed it up and down. Danny sighed with pleasure.
"Are you quite sure this isn't really happening?" I asked him.
"Well, I guess it feels as if it's happening. Do it again and I'll try to make my mind up about it."
"OK, concentrate very hard and see if you can spot the difference between shooting yourself and having somebody else shoot you off."
"You don't believe in metaphysics do you, Kelly? If I'm not sure I'm really here, how do you know I'm here?"
"Well, if you're not here, I hope to hell nobody is taping this because I'd look very fucking stupid doing it on my own."
"Yeah, I suppose. Tell you what, why don't you reassure both of by us by giving my cock a little lick?"
"I'd better do something, Danny. You're the most insecure security man I've ever met."
I bent over and dabbed the top of his cock with my tongue. If Danny was telling the truth about not wanting any money things weren't so bad at all. All I had to do was to let him screw me and talk to him for a while. In fact he sounded like the sort of guy who had a real problem finding anybody to listen to him. His hand ran along my leg as he gave out a little groan of pleasure.
"What do you think, Danny, am I here after all?"
"If you're not, I'm having a real cool dream. How about hauling my pants off for me?"
I knelt down at the side of the bed, unlaced his shoes, took them off and then his socks. Nice and slowly, of course.
"If you want to write something about me, Danny, remember this part. This is what guys pay for. The sex they can get at home, it's the male master and obedient slave girl routine they really want."
"So you get paid for doing what you're told?"
"Don't we all?"
I put one knee on top of the bed and began to slide his pants along his legs. Danny's face was full of mischief: "Testing, testing, testing -- suck my cock, slave girl."
I did as he wanted, taking it deep into my mouth and working on it with my lips: "Wheee ... " Danny sighed. Then I lifted my head up again and resumed the job of taking off my pants. He didn't stop me again, not even when I took time to d**** them carefully across the back of a chair. His eyes were fastened on me though as I slipped off my nightdress and put it on the chair as well. Then I stepped slowly back to the bed and snapped the waistband of my panties.
"Do you want to help me out of these, Danny?"
"No way. The master doesn't do any of the work. You sit at the end of the bed and I'll watch you taking them off for me."
I leaned back against the pillows with my knees up in front of me and began to wriggle out of my panties. "Hey, Danny are there any other women in this block you've persuaded into doing this for you?"
His fingers gently stroked the length of his cock: "You wouldn't believe the inspiration I've found in this building. More than I'll ever be able to write down, I guess."
"So all of us naughty girls are going to end up in a book?"
"Screw writing a book, I want to make some real money. I'm writing a film script."
"Yeah -- well I guess this next scene won't get past the censor."
Danny laughed: "What scene's that?"
"The one where we switch roles and I suck you dry."
"Maybe we can't film it but it certainly sounds like good background experience."
I moved down the bed and sat cross legged in the middle of it. Danny knelt down in front of me. For a thin guy he had a hell of a big boner, with a smear of pre-come already seeping out of the slit. I licked my fingers and slowly rubbed the mixture of saliva and spunk into the smooth skin.
"Is this the peace pipe I have to smoke, Danny?"
"You don't have to make it smoke, honey. Just make it very warm -- and wet."
"And then you're going to fuck me with it?"
"I guess it's the best thing I've got for the job."
"You want to know something funny, Danny? When Ray was kissing me in the car park I thought nobody was around. I really wanted him to make me kneel down on the front seats and do me doggy style with my skirt up and my panties down. It would have been a real thrill -- but I guess it would have been a big one for you as well if we'd done it then and there in front of the camera."
"Don't worry, you haven't missed your chance. Only it'll be you with bent over the chair in the security cubicle. Or maybe it'll be in the locker room with a couple of the other guys watching. Start blowing me while I think about it."
"Well, while you're thinking about it, just remember that I'm your slave girl now. Anything you want me to do, I have to do it."
He was thinking about it alright. He was twitching with excitement even before I started giving him his blow job. It's just so easy to turn a guy on if he's got some imagination. Grabbing them by the cock is easy, grabbing their mind often isn't, not unless there's something in there to work with already.
"I'll find something for you to do, Kelly, count on it. I'll find a way of putting your big fat ass out on the edge, even if I have to screw you in the middle of Central Park."
That was what I wanted to hear. I wanted him strutting his feathers and the king of the world in his own mind. As long as I was getting him hot and bothered at every session he wouldn't want to spoil the deal by telling tales to Ti or hitting me for money. Of course that wouldn't last for ever but right now I needed some time to try to think a way through the situation, which was why I was really sucking up to him. And in a way I'd bet he'd never been sucked before.
The thing was, he was a weirdo, and weirdos are --- well, weird. From what I'd heard him say so far, he might wake up one morning and decide to take his laptop on a Greyhound to Hollywood or Hindustan, or anywhere, and that would be the end of this problem. I could hope, anyway.
"On your back, slut. It's time for your treat."
I stretched out on the bed and Danny hooked my left leg over his shoulder, then began rubbing the head of his cock up and down my cunt lips.
"This is what you want, isn't it, you cock sucking slut bitch!"
He could say what he liked, I've already heard everything, but I pretended to be upset and ashamed. Yet although I looked away from his face I was lifting my hips up and rubbing back against his cock.
"Danny, don't say those things."
"Tell me you want my cock shoved up your cunt -- tell me!"
"Oh sweet Jesus, Danny, of course I want it. It's the biggest one I've ever felt. You're driving me mad doing this."
"Look at me, then! Look at me, you little fat bitch and tell me you want fucking!"
"Alright -- alright!"
I turned my head and looked into his glittering eyes: "Fuck me, please, Danny, fuck me!"
"OK, seeing as you're asking so nicely, here comes the first inch, slut."
There was no difficulty at all in appearing happy about having him sliding into me. I enjoy a good fuck as much as the next six girls and skinny guys with big cocks are my kind of meat. You can kind of slide them in closer and deeper.
"How do you like that, slut?"
"God, God, it's wonderful," I moaned softly.
I'd let Danny play the boss man for the first session and then show him some of my tricks the second time around - after I'd finished being so shy about having a stranger fuck me.
Basically, keeping men happy is like running a dogs' home. They all want to be wild a****ls but they all want to be patted on the head as well, and most of them are more trouble than they're worth in a house. Feed them, clean up after them and all you get is barked at. Still, they do have their uses, if you happen to be in the mood. And Danny had certainly gotten me into the mood to have him inside me.
"Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!" I squealed as he kept ramming that monster shaft of his in and out of my slit.
"You like this, slut-fucker?"
"Jesus, you must have another guy's share of cock as well as your own! Oh, God!"
Like I say, you have to keep patting them on the head. But this time anyway I wasn't have to pretend about anything. Danny might be a sniveling little weirdo but he sure had a lot of ability at screwing -- and a cock to match. I was hanging onto the pillow and coming like Niagara Falls. It beats a pill any time for giving a girl a relaxed night's sl**p. Good for the conscience as well: however much of a bitch you might have been during the day, at least you know you've ended up making one guy very happy.
"You ready to take it all now, slut bitch?"
"Give it to me, Danny! All the way, all the way! Please!"
I felt little bubbles of air blowing out of my mouth in satisfied sobs as he plunged into me with the energy of a pile driver crew on double yardage bonus. Mother earth was shaking and quivering all around the drilling site, and then the earthquake started.
I'm not shy about coming. Not shy at all. When Kelly creams herself any -- or everybody -- else who happens to be in the same apartment knows all about it. A few times I've been videotaped during the final countdown, and every time the biggest embarrassment afterwards has been having to listen to the noises I make. As one of my less endearing lovers remarked, it usually sounds like a cow falling over a cliff. And as I went ballistic this time Danny was still threshing away inside me as if he was connected to a short circuit.
"You slut bitch, this if for you!"
One second he was there, inside me, a second later he wasn't and his come was splashing across my belly in long sticky threads. Then he slumped forward, his hands on either side of my shoulders as I ruffled his hair.
"Hey, Danny, if you write as well as you fuck you should be working up some contacts in LA. How about letting me take a look at your script?"
"No problem. But I don't have any contacts out West -- not yet."
My fingers gently ran along his jaw line: "If I went with you, maybe I could find some. After you've made me a legal partner."
"Yeah? What sort of legal partnership have you got in mind?
I told him.