Diane Blackmailed

...continued from ch 01...

Bailey stood up and took her by the arm. "Why don't you let me walk you out of the building." She stood up, weak kneed and afraid. "Do you have a ride? Someone waiting to drive you home?" Diane's eyes turned and saw the look on his face.  It was the look of a ravenous wolf, about to pounce on his prey.

She didn't dare confront Bailey directly, so she quietly nodded "yes" and walked with him to the door of Vader's office. Vader called, "Bailey, do you have a second?" Bailey stared at Diane and said "why don't you go get your purse?" She nodded obediently and he let go of her arm.

Diane walked to her cubicle on shaky legs. Rodrigo was still in his office, furiously punching numbers into his computer. "Everything OK?" he asked.

"Yes, fine. Listen, I'm sorry about earlier." She pushed the button that turned off her computer and reached for her purse. Rodrigo waved his hand. "No problem. Sounds like you're under a lot of stress."

"Things are tight right now, yeah. Thanks."

"Well, good luck and I'll see you in the morning." She nodded and thought, I hope so.

Diane walked back to Vader's office and saw the two men looking at a computer screen with a list of names and addresses. Vader noticed her and swapped to his screen saver. Bailey stood up.

"Well, I guess that's it for tonight," said Vader, turning back to his paperwork.

Bailey walked Diane to the elevator, holding her arm again in a firm but polite grip. He pressed the DOWN elevator button and they waited in silence. When the car arrived, he let her enter first, then stepped in behind her and turned around to face the doors. Diane felt sweat trickling down the sides of her neck, underneath her breasts. She was nervous and still exhausted from last night. And now, Vader and Bailey had made her late.

"Lars is downstairs." He said. She didn't respond. She knew he was. And she knew she would be punished for this.

Bailey pushed back the sleeve of his jacket, looked at his watch. "You've kept him waiting nearly twenty minutes." Bailey turned his head, just enough to catch her eye. "I don't think he will be very happy about that. He runs a pretty tight ship."

Diane swallowed hard. She knew that Bailey was right. Even though the relationship between her and Lars was consensual, he was a consummate player, he would have to act upset even if he was not. And he would have to punish her for not being on time. She felt herself getting slightly aroused at the idea.

"I wonder what would happen if you were to be even later than you are now?" Bailey said calmly. He reached out and pressed the STOP button. Diane felt her body jerk as the elevator froze. Her eyes widened with panic. Bailey flicked another switch and the room was plunged into darkness.

"Please," she whispered. He didn't respond. The elevator was silent for half a minute. Diane wrestled with herself. She knew what he wanted, but knew it would make her even more late. If she resisted, he could keep her there all night. But, if she surrendered so easily, it was practically like giving him a free pass. Anytime, anywhere. She heard him shuffle slightly. He could wait all night and they both knew it.

Damn it! she thought. She reached toward where he had been standing. He wasn't there. She sniffed the room, trying to catch his scent. There. She reached out to the right and felt his jacket. With a motion that was becoming more and more natural, she slid her hand across his body and found his zipper. She moved herself around in front of him and dropped into a squat, pulling his cock out of his pants and putting it into her mouth. He was already hard and she sucked him with quick, shallow strokes. She nearly lost her balance for a second as he restarted the elevator, but grabbed his pantleg with her free hand and steadied herself. Diane felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her closer, burying his cock deep in the back of her throat and holding it there. She focused on holding her breath and swallowing slightly. It was a trick she'd picked up from a girlfriend and it usually worked.

The elevator bell dinged and she panicked - they had stopped at one of the floors. Anyone who got in would see her there, squatting in front of Bailey, sucking his cock. Maybe he would offer her to them. She heard the doors slide open, then a gasp from someone outside. A woman's voice.

"Take the next one," Bailey growled and she heard the doors slide closed again. He released her head and she drew back, took a deep gulp of air before he pushed himself back into her again. Diane moved her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, rocked her head back and forth and felt Bailey's body go rigid as he unloaded into her mouth. Diane gulped quickly, she couldn't afford to have anything new dripping onto her already-rumpled outfit.

"Good girl. And you lost only..." he looked at his watch "...another six minutes. My, I must have been rather horny today."

Diane stood up and said in a soft voice, "may I leave now?"

Bailey looked at her and pointed to his wrist. "It is now six twenty-eight. We may as well go for an even six thirty."

She felt anger mixed with resignation tugging at her gut. She wanted to slap him, hit him, but she couldn't. She was afraid, but that was not all. What if Lars had arranged this? What if it was part of tonight's game? Yes, that would make sense, she thought. Lars had set this up. It was probably Bailey's fantasy and Lars was making it happen. She felt herself getting wet, looked at Bailey again. He was hot, classically handsome in a jet-black hair and body-builder way. And his cock felt perfect in her mouth. She didn't like him, though. Especially after the way he'd treated her when Lars had given her to him for the first time.

Bailey reached out and let his hand rest on her right breast. He stroked it lightly, then slid his fingers underneath her business suit and found her nipple. He pinched hard. The room was deadly quiet. She could hear his breath, slow, even and calm. He pinched harder and her eyes watered. Harder and she felt her legs go weak. She fought an urge to raise her hand and push him away. If this was something Lars had arranged, it would be the wrong thing to do.

But what if it wasn't? What if this was something Bailey had arranged on his own?

A wave of pain flooded over her and she realized he was twisting. She looked at his face through her damp eyes. He wasn't smiling, just completely calm. His mouth moved and from far away she heard the words "six thirty", then his hand released her nipple and the elevator door opened. She looked and saw Lars leaning against a car outside the glass doors of the building. She stepped out of the elevator, then turned around to wait for Bailey. The door closed and she was alone.

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"Where have you been?"

Lars dropped a cigarette to the sidewalk and crushed it with his shoe. He knocked on the hood of the car and the driver got out, walked around and opened up the back door.

Diane started stammering something about the last minute meeting with Mr. Vader but Lars interrupted her. "It doesn't matter. We're late and Johnny is going to be very upset." He climbed into the back of the limousine after her and slid a suitcase across the floor. It bumped her foot and she looked down at it. Jet black metal with silver clasps. A single letter J in bright red across the top.

"Get changed," he said, then reached into his pocket for his cell phone. Without looking at her, he started punching in a text message. Diane opened the suitcase and looked inside. A jockey suit. Or at least a sexed-up parody of a jockey suit. She lifted out the skintight tan pants and a black sleeveless jersey top. Underneath that were a billowy silk jacket, a helmet and goggles, gloves and a pair of knee-high black latex boots.

"No, there is no underwear," she heard Lars say casually. He hadn't lifted his eyes from the phone, was exchanging his third or fourth text message with someone. "And, put your hair up in one of the nets. Underneath the helmet."  He pointed at another bag, the brown one that he always seemed to have with him. She opened it up and found a simple black hairnet on top of a pile of other leather, rubber, and plastic devices. She picked it up and pulled it on, pushing her hair up underneath it. She stripped naked then started pulling on the pieces of the costume one by one.

Lars kept texting. "So, where were you?"

"Mr. Vader had a hot project." She pulled the top over her head, felt her big tits hanging free underneath the fabric.

"More important than us?"

She turned sideways and tugged on the yellow jacket. "No. I've made my commitment and I'm honoring it." She zipped it up, then backed the zipper down about six inches.

Lars laughed. "I know, I know. I'm just giving you a hard time. Tony's going to give me a hard time." He clicked SEND again then looked up at her. "Or, I should say, he is going to give YOU a hard time." Diane felt a rush of heat and dampness spreading between her legs. It was confirmed. She would be punished for being late.

She tried pulling on one of the boots. "Too tight." Lars reached for the heel and helped her. "I know." Diane smiled and pulled on the second boot. She felt sexy, alive and excited. Even without a mirror, she knew that she was a combination of exaggerations - a fetishist's dream. Her body was decent but not spectacular. Her breasts were oversized for her five-foot-eight frame and her ass was wide, but her waist was unnaturally narrow and that made all the difference. She wasn't the "long and lean" type of sexy, she was the "I'm built to be fucked hard" type of sexy. She felt her nipples stiffen and looked down between her legs. Sure enough, there was a small dark spot. She'd seen it before. She knew she's see it again. She was turned on by the thought of the men would be whipping, fucking, and using her tonight. She wanted to touch herself but knew not to. Showing up flushed from an orgasm would get her in even more trouble than being late.

"Dammit!" Lars barked, then punched another message into his phone. Diane watched puzzled, she'd never seen Lars lose his composure like that before. After a few seconds, his phone pinged again and he read the reply. He punched a short message, then set the phone down on the seat next to him. Lars looked up at her, his face serious. She'd seen him like this before. Usually, it meant that someone was planning something he considered either at or outside his own comfort zone. The things were not dangerous - he wouldn't allow that - but there were things that even he considered pushing the limits. He looked down at the phone, then at Diane again. He licked his lips, then pressed the button for the intercom.

"Driver? We have a change of destination." He punched a number into the intercom. "Very good, sir."

Lars sat back. He pushed the phone aside with his toe, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Diane sat quietly, tense but excited. He rubbed his eyes hard with his knuckles, then sat up, leaned forward and took her hands.

"Diane, I am going to do everything I can to make sure..." he paused. She saw his eyes, saw that his mind was racing. She felt herself getting nervous, tried to fathom what was bothering him. They'd been through a lot together and for something to make him hesitate scared her. But it turned her on. She'd always got to the boundaries quicker than he did, it was his protective instinct.

He lowered his eyes slightly, stared at her mouth, at her chest, at the damp spot in her crotch. She felt his thumbs making small circles on the back of her white-gloved hands. His eyes moved back and fixed on her mouth. Her lips were slightly open, slightly engorged. She was aroused and he knew it.

They stayed like that for the rest of the ride. When the car stopped, he released her hands and handed her the goggles. She put them on. They were painted black, she couldn't see anything through the lenses. She heard the door open and felt him put the helmet on her head. He fastened the chin strap and tugged it tight. She felt someone outside the car take her hand and she slid toward the open door.

As she swung her leg outward, she felt Lars' hand on her knee. "Things have changed just a little bit." He removed his hand. "It's better if you don't know."

---to be continued---