Diane Blackmailed

... from chapter 10 ...

When they wrapped up, everyone shook hands with Bailey. They walked out of the room, talking about next meetings and golf dates, leaving Diane behind to pack Bailey's briefcase and carry it to the car for him.

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CHAPTER 11 [Week 5 Tues]

The next morning, Diane got an email from Vader asking her to turn over her other files on Johnstown to Bailey. He would be taking over the account. She was copied on another email, a glowing recap of a telephone call he'd received from management at Johnstown after their visit. Diane read the attachment. She wasn't mentioned, not even as Bailey's "assistant" or "gopher". She put her head down on her desk and collected herself. The slump was not over. She thought about Bailey, how he's given the wrong report to Vader so he could pass it to her. Or was Vader in on it too? She shook her head. Even with Monish not keeping her up all night and with the speed she was taking, her thoughts were still not very clear. She was having trouble thinking it through. Was Vader part of the scheme or not?

Just after lunchtime, Diane's telephone rang. It was Bailey. He was drunk and slurring his words slightly.

"Johnstown deal closed," he said.

She shook her head in disbelief. In one day, he'd closed a deal that would have taken her weeks. Good Old Boys Club in action. "Congratulations," she choked.

"Yes. Time to celebrate." She heard him turn his head and whispering, "yes, yes, it's her...yes, the one with the big titties..."

Diane felt her stomach turn. "Where are you Bailey?"

"I'm taking the rest of the day off. I'm celebrating, I told you." There was more talking in the background. He was with a group. She heard the words "redheaded bimbo" and "titties" several times. Then, she heard him shushing the crowd. "Listen, all of you, quiet the fuck down. I'll be right back." She heard him close a door and he lowered his voice.

"We're in a private suite at the H-----. I want you here at four o'clock. Wear something slutty, you know, Spandex or something on those titties. And stop at that place on Seventh and get a nice fat rubber dildo. These guys want you to put on a show for them."

"Bailey, fuck you. No. No, that's not happening."

"Bates, did you hear me *ask* you? Don't fuck with me. I have Vader on speed dial. You are not going to cost me this account."

Diane collapsed in her chair. He was using her body to help him close a deal. Earning a big fat commission by pimping her to the Board of Directors. Another slide down the chute. Another rush to the bottom of the cesspool. Another crowd of men taking turns climbing on top of her and filling her pussy with their cum. She turned and looked down the hall. Vader's office door was open. She should just walk in and resign right now. Bailey wouldn't be a threat anymore. Neither would Monish.

"A big, fat one, you know? Like the ones those girls use in the porno videos. Bates, do you hear me? Bates?"

Diane looked at the clock. It was two o'clock. She could leave at three, go to the porno store for the dildo. She knew the place, Monish had brought her into it several times to show her off, have her glory hole the peep-show customers, pick up a little pocket money for himself. They would have plenty of slutty outfits there for her to choose from. She would change in the lobby of the H-----, try to run for the elevator before anyone noticed her.

She took another speed pill, expected they would keep her up all night. Plus, she was tired and depressed - the pills might cheer her up. She tried to focus on her email, but all she could think of was Bailey's face, his sick and evil grin as he pushed her the coffee cup yesterday. He knew they would all watch her ass wiggle as she walked to the coffee pot, knew they would all be staring at her monster boobs as she walked back to the table. Those pig eyes of his, those lips. Full lips. Hot lips. She thought of the way he kissed her as he fucked her in the elevator, he was a good kisser, he made her cunt swell when he...

The telephone rang. It was Monish. Saabira had called and wanted Diane overnight tonight. He would send the car at five. She interrupted him, told him about Bailey's plans. Monish swore and hung up.

Ten minutes later, he called her back. Bailey had agreed to pay Monish, so she was to go ahead with his party. Bailey had her scheduled from four till ten, then she would be driven to Saabira to spend the rest of the night with her. Diane reached for another pill.

The H----- had been reconditioned over the last few months and had become a very popular spot for business meeting and out-of-town executives. Diane felt horribly self-conscious as she walked through the lobby looking for the ladies' room. Many of the men turned and looked at her, her huge breasts drawing attention each step of the way.

The bathrooms were quite a walk from the elevator, there was no way she could get from one to the other inconspicuously. She was scared. The outfit she'd brought with her would make her look like a hooker and she could easily be arrested by hotel security. She looked for the stairs but they were no closer. Still, they were down a quieter hallway. Maybe she could walk up a flight or two, then take the elevator to the twentieth floor suite Bailey and his crowd were in.

Diane pushed open the door to the last stall and went inside. She took off the jacket and unzipped her skirt, slid it down and stepped out of it. She peeled off her dark blue pantyhose and took off her panties, folding everything neatly and setting it on the floor. Slowly, she pulled the top over her head and undid the elastic bandages that had caged her titties all day. If they had gone down - if the saline was being absorbed by her body the way Joe said it would - she couldn't tell. They were still firm and distended, sensitive to any touch. Even the draping of the elastic band over them turned her on. Her nipples were stiff and she wanted to touch them. She turned and leaned against the wall, feeling the cool tile against her nipples, her breasts. She slid her fingers between her legs and closed her eyes. She saw herself as she was, standing completely naked in the woman's bathroom of the H----- hotel, rubbing against the tile wall and masturbating. The depravity of the picture in her head turned her on immensely and she came fast and hard, trembling and shaking, knees weak and watery.

She opened her shoulder bag and took out the outfit she'd bought from the Pleasure Shop. It was so tiny it fit in her hand. She found the top and pulled the sheer fabric apart, stepping first one leg then the other through the opening. She pulled it up until it was like a belt around her waist. From there, she had to negotiate with the material. There was barely enough to pull down to cover her ass and pull up past her nipples. It was completely sheer, her bush, her navel, and her nipples showed clearly through it. She reached into the bag again and found the cheap vinyl vest, pulled it on. There was a fake plastic chain that held the sides in place. They barely covered her nipples but would probably keep her from being arrested.

Diane reached into the bag again and took out a pair of black, thigh high vinyl boots. She pulled them on, tugging at the top, but no matter how she tried, at least four inches of thigh was left exposed between the top of the boot and the bottom of the skirt. She looked into the bag. All that was left was the huge, jet black rubber dildo. She shook her head, defeated. She'd brought a pair of black panties to the counter, but now they were gone. She realized that the clerk - the one who Monish had introduced her to weeks ago as "one of mine" - had charged her for them but had not packed them with the rest of the outfit. Monish had fucked her again. She took her jacket out of the bag and pulled it on. It didn't cover much but at least the sheer dress wasn't so obvious.

She put her clothes into the shoulder bag and leaned her forehead against the cool tile wall. In just a few minutes, she was going to walk into the lobby of an expensive business hotel dressed like a cheap hooker, press the elevator button, and stand there while everyone stared at her. Their eyes would drink her in. They might wonder if they should get up, get into the elevator, touch her, fondle her. Diane felt her cunt getting wet again as she thought of the men wanting to touch her, push her against the wall of the elevator, unzip their pants and shove their rigid cocks deep up inside her, pumping her hard against the wall, shooting their hot cum up inside of her while she screamed and moaned and twitched, crazy in orgasm, wanting more, more, more...she felt her hand between her legs again, touching her pussy, rubbing her clit. She started grunting, fingering herself faster and faster, moaning as she came. She was ready for Bailey now. For whatever kind of shit he had in mind. It didn't matter anymore. She needed it.

She picked up the shoulder bag and opened the door of the stall. There were two woman standing at the sinks, one touching up her lipstick, the other leaning there, looking at Diane. "We heard that," she said, giving Diane a disdainful look. "What you were doing with him in there." Diane kept walking as the woman watched the door, waiting for a man to come out.

Diane looked down the hallway toward the stairs. There was a security guard standing there, looking the other way. The stairs were off limits, she would have to take the elevator. Quickly, she walked toward the other end of the hallway. It took her past the lounge and several men turned their heads, blowing "phew" and muttering "wow, look at that". She kept moving, surprised at how easily she navigated in the spiked heel boots, until she got to the lobby elevator. She pressed the UP button and waited. The closest elevator was on 8. She was nervous but didn't look around, just stared at the lights on the panel.

Two men walked into the lobby, stopped cold and stared at her. The elevator was at 6 now. A couple came and stood at the other end, the woman giggling into her husband's shoulder. "Maybe the circus is in town," she snickered. Diane heard a voice from the registration desk. "Miss!" She ignored it, focused on the button. 4. "Miss!" She heard footsteps then, walking across the lobby toward them. "Miss!" a woman's insistent voice barked. 3. 2. 1. DING! The elevator door opened and three people stepped out, each staring at Diane's tits, then her face, then her tits again. She felt a hand on her shoulder and went white, feeling sick.

"Miss? I was told to give you this," the woman said. The others stepped around her, watching the two of them as they got into the elevator. The manager handed Diane a half-empty bottle of K-Y lubricant. "I was told you were going to need it." She gave Diane a condescending, superior look then turned and walked back to the desk. The elevator door slid closed before Diane could step in. She saw the smug, disgusted faces inside - nobody reached to hold the door open for her. Diane sobbed, tears of humiliation running down her face. She reached out a trembling hand and pressed the UP button again.

By the time Diane got to the suite, she was already exhausted and depressed. The manager downstairs had an effect on her that she hadn't expected. After everything she'd been through with Lars and Monish, Curtis and Masozi, how could simply being handed a bottle of lubricant so thoroughly annihilate her? She felt like a piece of meat, a lower life form than the cheapest street whore or cum slut.

The orgy was a blur to her. From the moment she knocked on the door, everything was vague and nearly forgotten. There were twenty of them, already drunk and horny from watching videotapes of her that Bailey had provided. Some were naked, a few wore masks to protect their identities, one was dressed in full leather with studs and a hood. They had moved the furniture around and pulled a table into the middle of the room. They made Diane stand on it and play with herself for them, pulling her stiff nipples up and down, shaking her monster titties and panting at the pain. They had her lay on her back and raise her legs high, opening her cunt while she finger fucked herself to orgasm. Two of the snapped pictures and another took movies with his videocamera.

Bailey asked about the dildo and she produced it. Thirty inches long and three inches around, it was a two headed monster that had scared her when she saw it. She'd picked up a smaller one but the clerk had held it up and laughed. "Monish would not approve," and handed her the huge black one again. She didn't bother telling him that this was not for Monish. "It's the biggest one we sell. The only thing bigger are the butt busters for the gay boys."

"She'll never get that thing inside her," one of the men complained. "You're fucking crazy, look at the slut. She'll take it no problem." "Yeah, she can probably take it up the ass." "Hey, look, two heads." "Yeah, pussy and ass." "Pussy and ass. Pussy and ass." The men in the room began chanting, holding the dildo above their heads, passing it around the room like a trophy.

"Pussy and ass. Pussy and ass."

She saw Bailey standing at the edge of the table, leering at her. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "This is so fucking sick! Oh yeah! I told them I wanted to celebrate and one of them mentioned you. It was all easy from there." He licked her cheek, did it again. "Who knew? I guess this isn't unusual for them." He stood up and walked back to the end of the table, reached for her and slid her hips to the edge, shoved his cock inside her soaking wet cunt.

"Bailey! Bailey!" the men started chanting. Diane closed her eyes. Sick, sick, sick, she thought. Bailey pounded his cock into her hard, he'd always been fierce and now he had an audience. She heard them chanting, heard others talking. They were taking bets on her. Money was exchanging hands, how many inches could she take up her cunt, how many up her ass? Would she do them at the same time? Would she suck them both clean after? Bailey kept pounding at her, her body rocking on the table, huge titties shaking, nipples chafing against the cheap material. She closed her eyes, felt the humiliation and shame doing their job, making her hot, felt her cunt gushing and her orgasm getting closer, closer, closer..."AHHHH!!!! HARDER BAILEY!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him and pounding him just as hard as he was pounding her. Her orgasm came, the whiteness exploding behind her eyes, then she dropped her legs open and Bailey pulled out. "Goddam, bitch, I thought your snatch was gonna eat me alive!"

The men lined up between her legs now, the dildo was forgotten as they fucked her, cum dripping down onto the carpet, her body writhing with orgasm after orgasm. None of them fucked her mouth or ass, just cock after cock working away at her hot pussy.

By the time the fourth man was inside her, she needed more to cum. She started working her nipples, twisting and pinching them hard, pulling them as her body squirmed, cunt twitching around yet another anonymous cock. The fourth, fifth, sixth man unloaded into her pussy and she still hadn't cum. She started begging someone to beat her. To beat her titties. Nobody was interested. "Fucking sick bitch," a few of them said. "Twisted deviate slut," another grunted.

Bailey came to the rescue. He found his pants and pulled the belt out of the loops. It was a rich black leather, about an inch and a half wide. He brought it down squarely across her chest, hitting both titties just below the nipple. Diane moaned "yes, yes, yes..." and fucked harder against number seven. He moaned, "oh fuck, you gotta feel her pussy twitch. Bailey, do it again...ah yeah! Fucking ay, yeah!"

The men got into it now, each of them telling Bailey to speed up or slow down so they could feel her cunt twitch. She was delirious now, awash in pain and orgasm, completely reduced to animal sexuality. They kept pounding at her non-stop. As soon as one of them pulled his cock out, still twitching and shooting cum onto her thighs and the table, another would take his place, reaming her harder than the last. Diane dug her nails into her titties, scratching them between Bailey's strokes. They got into a rhythm, stroke, scratch, stroke, pinch, stroke, twist. She came and came, everything a single blur now.

When number twenty finished, pulling his still spurting cock out of Diane's stretched and soaking cunt, Bailey stopped the flogging. She dropped her arms to her sides and lay still, moaning, rocking her hips side to side slowly.

"Bates?" It was Bailey.

"Nnnnhhh..." she managed to moan.

"It's only six o'clock. We have you until ten. Don't go to sleep on us."

She tried to open her eyes but was exhausted from the cumming. She felt Bailey's hands tugging the top of the dress back up over her titties, letting the elastic snap into place. "Time for another show."

She felt hands on her body, they lifted her and turned her over on her hands and knees. Someone pushed her knees apart and she felt the head of the dildo at her cunt.

"Come on. Come and get it," one of the men said.

Diane pushed her hips backward and felt the head slide easily inside her. A gush of semen ran down the insides of her thighs. She felt wonderfully degraded, felt her clit swelling. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she moaned, sliding forward until it plopped out. She pushed back and felt it open her again. Back and forth over and over, pushing just the head between her lips and into her hole. The men began chanting "more, more, more" and she took a deep breath. She gritted her teeth and slid backward further this time. Now, most of the head was inside her but the rim was still too big. She jerked forward, heard the plop of cum on the table top.

"More, more, more," the chanting went on.

She pushed backward harder this time, stopped at the widest part, held herself there a long time, then pushed back hard and screamed as the thickest part of the head slid inside her. Now, she went wild. She slid down the shaft easily, four inches, five, six, seven, feeling it pushing against her cervix, her diaphragm, her lungs. She was completely out of control, pulling it nearly all the way out, pushing hard, eight inches inside her now, then back to just the head, now eight inches again and gasping hard for air, feeling her insides stretched and decimated, pulling out now, pulling the thick rim through the muscle at the mouth of her cunt, ramming it back in again. She was flailing side to side, throwing her hair, shaking the massive titties that hung like udders underneath her. Diane came again and again. By the time someone asked Bailey "what's next", she was taking a full twelve inches with each stroke and still begging for more.

The men lifted Diane and carried her to the bed. They'd stripped the sheets and blankets and threw her on the bare mattress. For a H----- Hotel, it was surprisingly nasty. Someone said the hotel had been bought from another chain, one with a less-than-four-star rating. Someone commented that this was exactly the right mattress for Diane and they all laughed.

One of the men wanted to take the outfit off of her. It was soaked with cum and sweat by now and he thought it was gross. One of the others laughed. "I can take a shower when I'm done. This down and dirty stuff is kind of fun." "Yeah, let the pig enjoy her slop, you know?" Laughter all around. Diane hadn't noticed how disgusting she was but felt it now. Her hair was sweaty, her thighs and belly soaked with cum and her clothes stuck to her everywhere. She needed something inside her, either pain or pleasure to take her mind off of what she was, degraded another step from slut to whore to pig.

Someone climbed onto her and she swung her legs up, wrapped them around him and started fucking him. He pushed into her a few times but stopped and pushed her legs off of him. "Bailey! Bailey! Get over here." He climbed off of her and knelt on the bed between her legs.

Bailey made his way through the group of men around the bed. He looked half asleep, had a glass of champagne in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. "Whassup?"

"Your whore here. Look at this." He pushed three fingers into Diane's pussy, then another, then his thumb. Without much effort, he was able to push his entire hand up into her cunt. "Look how loose this is. I can't fuck this." Diane ground her hips moved up and down, moaning hard, trying to fuck his hand. "Fucking sick bitch," he growled and yanked his hand out of her cunt.

"Well, fuck her ass then," Bailey said and turned around.

"Fuck no, I'm not gonna fuck her ass. What kind of sicko do you think I am?" the man complained. Bailey turned around and looked at Diane. "Can you tighten that thing up?" She looked at him, trying to focus. She was exhausted, didn't know if she could keep fucking, let along try to keep herself tight. She shook her head.

One of the younger men pushed Bailey aside and got on the bed. "Hey, bitch, roll over there," he commanded. Diane rolled on her side. "Here papa, lay down." The man who had been complaining lay in the center of the bed. "Get on." Diane climbed onto the man, slid his cock into her gushing cunt. "All right now, here's what you do," the younger man announced. He stood up behind them, knelt between Diane's legs. He pushed her flat down against the older man, then started to slide his cock up into her cunt pressing against the other man. Diane moaned but loved it, the two of them both deep in her pussy split her in half and she loved the feeling. The man underneath started to complain but when Diane clenched down on both of them, he moaned and started jerking, cumming inside her. "Oh, fuck, yeah. This whore's got a snatch made of gold!"

The men started fucking her in pairs then, the bottom man crushed underneath her massive titties but not complaining. Diane's pussy relaxed and

by the end of the fucking, even the twosomes were complaining she was too loose. She knew what to do, what she needed to show them. She rolled over on the bed and spread her legs wide, yelled at two of them to take her ankles and open her up. They pulled her feet upward and out, splitting her like a wishbone. She took the double headed dildo and pushed one end deep into her cunt. Then, she folded over the other end and started rubbing it against her pussy. The room got quiet, the men fascinated, Bailey afraid. There was no way she could take that much into her cunt without hurting herself. She moaned and squirmed, rammed the second cock against the first but she couldn't get it to slide inside her. She pulled the first one halfway out, tried to slide them in side by side but it was no use. Even Diane's stretched and ruined pussy couldn't take the six inches circumference. She cried in front of them, apologizing that she couldn't take it, begging them to fuck her again and stretch her out more. Several of the men picked up their clothes and left in disgust, twelve in all stayed and fucked her the third time around, letting her lick their cocks and balls clean before and after each fuck. Diane was frustrated that so few of them wanted to do anything to her titties after they'd stared at them all afternoon. She didn't know that Bailey had told them not to. He had made an agreement with Monish and Saabira. Diane's titties belonged to Saabira tonight.

... to be continued if you like it ...

CHAPTER 12

Monish's driver came at nine o'clock, nearly an hour before Bailey had expected them. He argued with Marty, the man who came into the suite when someone opened the door.