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Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: Final Photo

By: beware



I.

Rod Cochran, slumped in his car seat with eyes peering over the dashboard, watched a dark-haired

woman come through the tall bronze and silver doors of the Essential Insurance Building. 

"Here comes your competition, Mrs. Sutton," he said to himself.

Rod appraised the woman as she crossed the parking lot. She was a couple of inches taller than Mrs. Sutton even without the three inch heels. She was leggier than Mrs. Sutton, but her stride had more bounce than sex in it.

"She doesn't move like you do, Mrs. Sutton," he said aloud

The woman was dressed in a black suit and white blouse which she wore as if it were a uniform. Power suit, Rod thought. Her rich chestnut hair flounced on her padded shoulders, softening her otherwise haughty, no-nonsense appearance.

"You look like you mean business, sweetheart. And I know what business you mean. "

She was The Woman, the woman Charlie Sutton, the top mover and shaker at Essential, was fucking. Foolishly fucking, Rod thought, for Charlie had the beautiful and insatiable Toni Sutton at home. Rod knew just how beautiful and insatiable because he had recently arranged several encounters with the gorgeous mature blond, one of which he shared with his nerdy college classmate, Tim Griffin. Those encounters had been helped along by three photos Rod had taken while watching Mrs. Sutton and Tim fuck each other crazy one afternoon in the bath house by the Sutton's pool. The pictures had initiated Rod's brief career as a blackmailer, a role he now wanted to shed And he hoped the woman now walking to her car was going to unwittingly help him accomplish that very thing.

Rod had a few contacts inside the corridors of Essential thanks to the fact that Rod's father, Stacey

Cochran, was a partner in the law firm that represented the insurance company. He had found out that the woman's name was Margo Mulhauser, twenty-six, previously married with no children, with an undergraduate degree in accounting and now studying for her CPA. Rod learned from a jealous secretary that Margo had her eye on a top position with Essential, and what better way to reach her goal than fucking Charlie Sutton.

Fucking your way to the top, eh, sweetheart? But not for long, not with Charlie Sutton anyway, Rod thought hopefully.

On the heels of that thought Sutton emerged from the building. Rod had heard plenty of stories from his parents about Charlie's years as a football star at Clearmont College. Rod smiled as he watched the older man aggressively move through the parking lot as if heading for the goal post with a football tucked under his arm. He was still in pretty good shape, Rod observed, with broad, heavy shoulders and only a hint of a stomach.

Just as Sutton reached his Jaguar, Margo pulled out of the lot in her little red convertible, heading north on LeBlond Avenue. Rod came up in his seat and watched Charlie follow in Margo's wake.

He started his car, sat there a moment and took a deep breath. He didn't need to be in a hurry. He knew

where they were going and he would soon be there himself. He reached for his phone.

"Dink? It's Rod. It's all systems go, man. "

A voice on the other end wailed," Cochran, I can't believe we're doing this. You gotta be out of your fuckin' mind, man."

"I am. I've been outta my fuckin' mind for weeks. But I'm about to get it back. See you in a couple minutes."

"Well, here goes nothin', man, " Dink said.

Rod thought, you could be right about that, Dink. 

By the time Rod reached the Melish Hotel in the older part of Ravensfield, the convertible and the

Jaguar were parked side by side. They' re certainly not concerned about being caught together, Rod thought as he pulled into a spot behind one wing of the hotel. Dink had unlocked the back security door for Rod and he raced up the steps to room 369 where he used the key card Dink had given him. Inside, in the middle of the room, Dink Melish sat before several decks of knobs and switches, watching a monitor, head-phones around his neck. Rod eased the door shut.

"Anything interesting happening yet? " he whispered.

Dink made an impatient gesture toward the screen. " See for yourself, man. They still got their clothes on. "

Rod glanced at the grainy, indistinct images on the screen and listened to the hollow sounding

voices of Sutton and Margo.

"Is this the best you can do? "

"Listen, man. I had to steal this stuff from security. It ain't exactly state of the fuckin' art, you know. And by the way, where's my three hundred bucks? " 

Rod reached into a pocket and handed Dink a small wad of fifties. The tall blond-headed young man shoved the money into his jeans saying, " This ain't enough. I should've held you up for three thousand. If my old man ever gets wind of what I'm doing, it's goodbye to my beautiful fuckin' career."

Dink was a former classmate of both Rod and Tim at Clearmont College, but dropped out after a semester to go into the family businesses, one of which was the hotel.

"You have any idea of how many laws we're breaking by doing this shit? " Dink complained.

"No. "

"Well I don't either, but there's probably a bunch, all federal. And three hundred bucks ain't

gonna begin to pay for a fuckin' lawyer. "

"You sound just like Tim. Always complaining. "

"Yeah? Timmy Griffin might be nerdy and all that, but betcha' he's too fuckin' smart to get involved

in something like this. "

Rod had to smile. He wanted to tell Dink just how much Tim was already involved, but the less

Dink knew about the background to Rod's scheme the better at this point. Rod took a seat on the edge

of the bed and turned his attention to the monitor.

"Can't you make the picture any better, man? "

Dink fiddled with a couple of switches and made the picture marginally clearer. A shadowy Sutton was unbuttoning Margo's blouse, then bringing his lips to her cleavage. She held his head between her breasts for some time, running her fingers through his graying, but still thick hair.

"Who are they anyway? The broad is a babe. I don't recognize the old guy."

"You should. He's had a lease on that room for about a month. "

"I could look it up. Probably paid cash and didn't use his real name. "

"It's better you don't know, Dink. "

Dink nodded and said, " Right. When it comes to the shit you get into, Cochran, ignorance is fuckin' bliss." 

"Say, they can't hear us, can they? "

"Not unless you want to start screamin' your head off."

"Turn it up a little, will you?"

"Here. Use these. " Dink handed the head-phones to Rod and he clapped them on.

The droning voice of Margo Muhlhauser was saying, " You know, Mr. Sutton, I've been thinking about the Endicott casualty, and how Essential could limit its loss. "

Sutton brought his face up from her breasts and pulled her closer. " I'm about to fuck you during lunch and all you can think about is business. You're something alright, baby." 

"Any time's a good time to discuss business, Mr. Sutton. "

"Not while I'm fucking you, baby. And I told you, cut out the 'Mr. Sutton'. "

Sutton turned Margo around and pulled the jacket from her shoulders, then pulled her blouse off and tossed it on a chair.

"I just had that dry-cleaned. Let me hang it up. "

Sutton was impatient. He whipped her bra off, pulled Margo to himself, playing with her tits. She wasn't as well endowed as Mrs. Sutton, and Margo's tits disappeared into Sutton's large hands. Margo remained impassive during Sutton's fondling. She's just going through the motions, Rod thought, and Charlie doesn't seem to know -- or care.

"Turn around, baby."

Sutton cupped Margo's breasts, bringing each nipple to his wide sucking mouth. She giggled.

"Your mustache tickles my boobs, Mr. Sut . . . er, Charlie. "

Charlie knelt and brought Margo's skirt down her long legs. He pushed her on the bed, went to his knees, pulling off her high heels and panty hose.

"Can't you take your time, Charlie? I'm not even ready."

"Got an appointment at two. I'll get you ready, baby."

He opened her legs and cupped the cheeks of her ass, bringing Margo's dark pussy to his face. Margo reacted immediately. She threw her head back, tossing back and forth. She opened her legs wider and brought her hands to the back of Sutton's head. Her hips took on an undulation as if fucking

Sutton's face.

"Oh, god, Charlie. Yes, yes. Fuck me with your mouth. Just like that. Stick your fingers up my ass. Make me cum. Make me cum. "

Sutton apparently was an obedient lover. Rod could just make out the quick movement of his hands, which brought Margo's hips up higher, their motion faster and harder. She bent her knees and 

dug her heels into the edge of the mattress, chanting, " Make me cum, make me cum. " If she's pretending now, Rod thought, she's putting on a damn good show. . 

Dink leaned forward into the monitor and once again fooled with the controls The figures suddenly became sharper. Dink then cocked his chair back and laced his fingers behind his head. Rod noticed

the tightening bulge below Dink's belt buckle, then glanced down at his own.

"Just like a porn flick, huh? No, better than a porn flick. It's live, right next door, " Dink grinned.

"What about all those laws we're breaking? "

Dink shrugged. " Hey, I think it's going to be worth it. You get anymore fuckin' ideas like this one, keep me in mind for next time. Okay? "

With any luck, there won't be a next-time for Margo and Sutton, Rod thought, not if I can help it.

Margo suddenly halted her fucking motion and held her hips above the bed. Her legs started to shudder, then her whole body. Her hands fiercely gripped the back of Sutton's head as if she would never let go. And then a long, almost unearthly sigh of release escaped from Margo's tightened lips.

"Ah -- h -- h -h, Yes-s-s-s. "

Margo released her grip and let her legs slide over the edge of the bed.

"That was great, Charlie. Do we have time for another one? "

"It's my turn now. "

Sutton stood up while forcing Margo to her knees. 

"Take it out, baby. Put your lovely lips around my cock."

"Aren't you even going to take your clothes off, Charlie? "

"Haven't got time. Just do it. "

Margo pulled the zipper down and brought out Sutton's hard and ready cock, letting it rest in the palm of one hand.

'"You're all sticky and gooey, Charlie. Let me wipe it off."

Without hesitation, Sutton grabbed a handful of Margo's thick, dark hair, and almost brutally, yanked her mouth to his cock. With his other hand, he guided his cock past her lips. Then with both

hands buried in her hair, he forced Margo's mouth swiftly over his cock and held her head in place

while he glided his thick meat back and forth, in and almost out of her mouth with hard, intense strokes.

"That's it. Suck me, baby. Your mouth is a cunt. You like it like that? "

Watching her being used, Rod almost felt sorry for Margo. Almost. After all, she was letting herself be used for what she hoped would be an advancement of her career. But Rod was surprised by Sutton's treatment of this woman. Was it rough sex that he wanted from Mrs. Sutton? Was it power over women during sex that turned Sutton on? If so . . . Rod filed that thought away for now.

"Open your eyes. Look at me. I want to see you looking at me while I fuck your face, "

Sutton demanded. 

Then he let go of Margo and thrust himself deeper into her mouth, crying, " Oh, yeah! "

Margo was making a sound of protest, gagging on the older man's cock. She pushed him away, but not

before Sutton's cock erupted in her face. He pulled her head closer with one hand, and with the other

stroked himself, forcing a second eruption on Margo's nose and mouth. 

"Lick it, " Sutton ordered. " Lick it clean. "

"No, " she sobbed. " You can't make me. "

Margo was down on her hands and knees, spitting Sutton's cum out over the carpet. He backed away, still stroking himself.

"All right. Go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. And bring a towel with you. "

Margo got to her feet and cupped her hands over her mouth as if she were about to be sick. She hurried to the bathroom crying, " Jesus, Charlie. "

"Now you know you enjoyed that, " Sutton called after her.

"Fuck you! " Margo called from the bathroom. She soon emerged telling him, " Goddammit, Charlie. You ruined my make-up. "

"If you won't lick me off, come over here and clean me off. "

She threw the towel at him saying, " Clean yourself off. "

"Do it, Margo. If you expect to see that bonus in your next paycheck, you'll do what I tell you. "

Margo went to her knees and wiped Sutton's thick cock not too vigorously.

"Now put it back in my pants and zip me up."

Rod got off the bed and yanked the headphones off., telling Dink, " All right. I've seen enough. "

"Hey, man. It's not over 'til it's over. "

"Turn off the tape and rewind it a little. "

Once again on the screen Margo went to her knees before Sutton.

"That's enough, " Rod said. "Rewind it to the beginning and give me the tape."

"How 'bout I make a copy. "

"No copies. "

"How 'bout loaning it to me when you're finished with it."

Rod shook his head. " No, it gets destroyed. " 

"Aw, man. What a fuckin' waste. "

"Complaining again. You enjoyed the show, didn't you? You should be paying me three hundred bucks. " Rod went to the door. He wanted to be out of the hotel before Sutton and Margo left.

"I think I got it figured out what you're gonna do with that tape. " Dink said. " You're gonna use it to make that broad go down on you."

Rod opened the door, turned and smiled. " Dink, I trust they're not paying you to think around here. See 'ya."

II.

"Well, you're quite the enterprising young man, aren't you, Rod? "

Rod could hardly hear Sutton through the pounding in his chest and ears. It was an effort to control his breathing. Rod was sitting across from Charlie Sutton in Sutton's immense corner office, complete with chandelier and panoramic view of the City of Ravensfield. They had just watched less than a minute of Sutton's taped encounter with Margo Mulhauser at the Melish Hotel.

"I'm sure your father would be proud. I bet you're proud of yourself, too, aren't you? "

Rod was quite prepared for anger and retaliatory threats. But Sutton's voice was cool and controlled and his hard chiseled face gave nothing away. Sutton's only concession to stress was a right-handed fist he held rigidly on his desk between them. Well, Rod thought, Sutton didn't climb to the top of Essential Insurance by losing his cool at any time; I've got to stay cool myself.

"Let's say I'm working my way through college, Mr. Sutton. "

"Let's say you're blackmailing your way through college. Let's get to the point. What do want? Money? A job here? A date with Margo? What? "

"I want to see you in room 369 of the Melish Hotel at a time and date of my choosing with a thousand bucks in hand. "

"And what happens then? Another taping? "

Rod shook his head. " No more tape. That's the only copy, and you have my assurance it'll be

destroyed after we meet at the hotel. "

Sutton leaned back a little. His fist opened and his freshly manicured fingers began a tiny drum beat.

"And only a thousand bucks, " he said in his best controlled board-meeting voice. " That's not going to get you very far at Clearmont. "

"As you say. I'm enterprising. And I'm getting my new enterprise off the ground. "

"Well, I've got to admit, it's unique. I suppose it beats selling drugs or gambling. And I'm your first john. Lucky me. What happens with Margo in all of this? "

"The thing between you and Margo is over. "

"I don't think so. I don't see what's between Margo and me should be any concern of yours. Besides Margo's grown rather fond of me. "

"You're kidding yourself, Charl . . . er, Mr. Sutton. She's just using you. "

Sutton looked away and became engrossed in his fourteenth - floor view.

"Maybe I already know that, " he said sullenly. " What am I supposed to tell her? " .

"Leave Margo to me. "

"I see. You're going to use your tape on her. Your little blackmailing scheme seems to be spreading."

You don't know the half of it, Charlie, Rod thought.

"I think you already know that I can be pretty persuasive, Mr. Sutton. " 

"I call it coercion. And I suppose part of your plan is that Mrs. Sutton doesn't find out about Margo and me, and that I don't have an embarrassing situation come up here at Essential. "

"And that begs the question: why fuck a woman half your age when you've got a beautiful wife

at home who looks only half her own age? "

"That falls under the heading of none of your goddamned business. "

"Still it's an interesting question. "

"You'll understand these things when you get a little older and have a wife of your own. A husband doesn't always get what he wants or needs. "

"But he could If he approached his wife the right way. "

"Do me a favor, will you? Stop trying to advise me on something you know nothing about. You're just my blackmailer, not my marriage counselor. "

I know more than you think I know, Charlie, Rod thought; but he held his tongue. Sutton got up from his heavy desk, shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his back to Rod.

"All right. I'll go along with your little scheme. For now. I have no choice. But I always like to know what I'm dealing with. What else are you going to want? "

"It ends at the Melish. For a thousand bucks I destroy the tape. "

"I see. What have you done? Teamed up with one of your college girl-friends who's also working her way through college? "

"Like you just said. That falls under the heading of none of your business. "

"Well, I suppose there's all sorts of ways of working your way through college. But becoming a pimp is a new one on me."

Sutton sat back down and leaned back in his leather throne. He offered Rod a smile, but it looked forced and disappeared in an instant.

"You know, Rod. In some ways you remind me of me at your age. And I'm not sure that's a good thing. Now take your goddamned tape and get the hell out of my office. "

The pounding in Rod's chest did not stop until he had left the Essential Building. 

III.

The Cricket was dark and quiet and not crowded. The murmur of the few patrons blended into the

sound of the jazz piano trio playing " The Girl From Ipanema. " Rod smiled to himself as he took a seat in a back booth. He was recalling that it was that tune that the Clearmont Marching Band was practicing when he caught up with Tim the other week. And then again he had heard the tune while he was enjoying Mrs. Sutton on board the "Steal Away" at the Flamingo Marina. That song is following me around, Rod thought, must be my personal soundtrack.

Rod ordered a beer, leaned back into a corner of the booth and watched a young professional

type in a three piece suit walk around the curve of the bar to where Margo Mulhauser was sitting.

You're not her type, buddy, Rod thought. You're not high enough on the corporate food chain, and you don't have enough money in the bank.

When three-piece was sent on his way, Rod approached the bar, his stomach queasy with butterflies, the same feeling he had in his first meeting with Mrs. Sutton in the shopping mall parking lot. How long ago was that? 

"Well, that didn't take long."

Margo was startled. "W- What?"

"The brush-off. That guy must have been here all of twenty seconds. "

Margo turned away and picked up her drink. " I wasn't interested. "

Rod took the stool next to Margo, leaned over and kept his voice low.. " Yeah. I noticed. Well, here's contestant number two. I'm Rod Cochran. And you're Margo Mulhauser."

Rod tried not to smile watching Margo make an effort not to look surprised. " How do you know my name? "


Mrs. Sutton is Blackmailed: Final Photo



"Ever have any contact with a lawyer named Stacey Cochran? You should' ve. He represents Essential Insurance. He's my dad. "

"Oh, yes. The kid in college. Well, it's nice to meet you. But if you're trying to pick me up,

you can get lost, too. I only go out with guys old enough to drink legally."

"You're in luck, then I just turned twenty-one two months ago. "

"Congratulations. But I'm not interested in getting involved with a college kid."

"Yeah. You like them a bit older, don't you, Margo? About Charlie Sutton's age. ".

Margo's hand jiggled the glass as she tried to bring the drink to her lips.

"And what's that supposed to mean? "

"Well, it might mean you need a father- figure in your life. It might mean you hope Charlie will

help you up the corporate ladder. Or it might mean you like sucking his dick at the Melish Hotel. "

Margo's glass hit the bar so hard, Rod thought it would shatter in his face.

"You motherfucker! " she hissed between clenched teeth.

"You'd better be nice to me, Margo. So far I'm the only one who knows, and I'd like to keep it that way. I'm sure you would, too."

"I suppose it would be useless to ask you how you came by this information."

"Absolutely useless. "

"What are you going to do with it? Or is that a stupid question?"

"I thought we might become friends. You know, good friends. "

"You really are a motherfucker. Is that all you want, just to fuck me? "

"That's a nice idea. But I had something else in mind, Margo. "

"You mean money."

"No. Something else. "

"I don't get it. You don't want sex. You don't want money. What else is there? "

"Let's go out to your car. Or my car. I'm sure you don't want to discuss it here. " 

Margo threw some money on the bar. As she slid off the stool her little black cocktail dress traveled up her legs far enough for Rod to catch a glimpse of lacy panties and stocking tops. Rod smiled.

"Is that for my benefit?"

"Oh, go fuck yourself! "

Rod let that ride. No sense in getting her more pissed off, he thought, besides I think she just

half-way offered to fuck me.

When they reached the sidewalk, she turned to him angrily. " Look, I don't want a scum-bag

like you in my car. And I sure as hell don't want to be in your car. So if you've got anything to say to me, you say it right here, asshole."

"From motherfucker to asshole to scum-bag in less than three minutes. Does that mean you're beginning to like me? "

"Are you serious? What is it you want from me? "

"Not out here on the street. How about your office? Essential must be crawling with security

after hours. You ought to feel safe there. And you probably have a pass. "

Margo looked relieved. "All right. At the front entrance in ten minutes."

Rod took his time. He even took a couple of streets which were out of the way. He wanted Margo Mulhauser to wait. And she was waiting, right outside the tall metal doors where he had seen her the other afternoon. She held her security badge in one hand, her purse in the other. I wonder if she's got a gun in there, he thought; probably not; she would have shown it by now. She did not look his way as Rod approached her and she did not make eye contact all the way up to the eleventh floor. Her office was fairly spartan, more like that of a male executive than a woman who thought she was on her way up. 

"Leave the door open and keep your voice down, " Margo ordered flatly. She flicked on a desk lamp which only cast shadows in its dull light. Then she turned toward him, leaning back on her desk, her arms crossed in a business-like stance.

"Now what do you want, you son-of-a-bitch? "

"Sticks and stones, " Rod said as he took a seat on the leather couch facing the desk and crossed his legs. " I bet you're hell at a board meeting, Margo."

"And I bet you crawl on your belly when you go back to the gutter where you come from. "

"Nice. You know, you should be a little more pleasant to me. We're a lot alike, you and me. "

Margo looked down at Rod with disgust. Her eyes were hard and bright, and had no warmth. " I've done some things I'm not too proud of, but I'd never stoop to blackmail. " 

"I prefer to think of it as negotiation. You want something, I want something. For instance, you

want to go places with Essential Insurance and you think fucking Charlie Sutton will get you there. "

"I don't need to fuck anyone to get where I want to go."

"Well, you'll have to admit fucking Charlie can't hurt. "

"And what do you want besides putting the screws to me? "

"I want you to break it off with Charlie."

"What?! I never heard anything so preposterous. Besides, Charlie's the one who approached me. He won't want to stop seeing me."

"You flatter yourself. He'll quit all right. "

"What' re going to do? Blackmail him, too?"

Rod leaned back and smiled. No use telling her that he had already paid a visit to Charlie Sutton.

"I'll negotiate with him. "

"I don't get it. I don't get your angle. If Charlie and I break it off, what's in it for you?"

"Let's just say it'll make me very happy. You believe in happiness, don't you, Margo?"

"All right. Suppose I agree. It's not like I'm in love with Charlie or anything like that. What

do I get out of it besides keeping your mouth shut? " 

"How familiar are you with the Endicott case? "

"Very. I've gone through the files lots of times and read every document over and over. I know

that case like the back of my hand. Why? "

"My dad just reassigned his paralegal off the case because he thought she wasn't doing a good 

enough job. He mentioned that at dinner the other night. How would you like it if I recommended to him that he take you on as his assistant on Endicott? "

"You'd do that for me?" 

"Sure."

"Because you expect me to stop seeing Charlie Sutton. "

"That's it."

"And if I don't do what you want I'm not on the Endicott case. "

"And I expect that you won't be with conservative, respectable, family-oriented Essential Insurance much longer either. It's a good deal for you, Margo. And all you're doing is giving up Charlie Sutton."

She took a couple slow turns around the office. Rod sat quietly, admiring her legs and the tight dress snugging the contours of her ass. The butterflies which had fluttered inside him had flown away.

He no longer had to fake confidence. He was experiencing real confidence now, the same feeling he 

had up at the lake the first time with Mrs. Sutton. He suddenly saw himself fucking Margo Mulhauser

right here on her desk as she stood before him, looking down with a half-smile.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you, Rod? "

"Of course. "

"I still don't get what you get out of this, but I sure could use a break like working on the

Endicott case. That's more than Sutton could do for me. "

"Then it's a deal, " Rod said, getting up from the couch.

Margo came up close to Rod, one arm going around his neck, one hand roaming up his shirt front.

"A deal, " she said." Well, now, my little blackmailing son of a bitch, how should we bind our little agreement? Certainly not in writing. "

She's more ambitious than I thought, Rod was thinking. He was not expecting such a quick turn-around from Margo, but he was more than ready to go with it.

"How about another glimpse of those lovely panties? " he suggested with a smile.

Rod brought Margo closer, his hands going to her ass where they administered a slow massage.

Margo brought her hand down and pressed it against Rod's long, hard meat.

"My, my. You're as pleased with our agreement as I am. "

"I've had this hard-on since we left the Cricket. "

"Well . . "

Margo flipped off the desk lamp. " Lock the door, lover-boy, and pull down the blinds."

In the darkness he heard her skirt ascend up her stockings with a hiss that made his cock

jump.. " No, let me, " he said.

He went to his knees and ran his hands slowly up her stockings, feeling her firm flesh through the

nylon. He felt for the band of her panties and brought them down inch by inch.

"You like to take your time, don't you, Rod? I like that. "

Rod brought Margo's panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them and kicked them away.

She bunched the skirt of her cocktail dress around her waist, exposing a black garter belt and dark stockings with darker tops. Margo spread her legs and leaned her wet and ready pussy to Rod's waiting mouth. With two fingers, Margo spread her puffy pussy lips and ordered, " Do me, baby. Do me with your tongue. "

Rod's mouth went inside her thighs above her nylons and bit and tongued Margo's warm flesh,

leaving saliva and little pink teeth marks up near her pussy. Margo tasted slightly sour, but Rod's excitement helped him work through that.

"Oh, god," she breathed, and then pleaded, " Please, Rod. Don't make me wait. Eat me. Eat me now! "

Rod planted his mouth over Margo's cunt, letting his tongue gyrate inside her pulsating, moist

love-hole. She took a step forward, and slightly bending her knees, forced her pussy even more tightly against Rod's lips and tongue. She was fucking his face with hard, swift thrusts of her hips, balancing

herself on her high heels with a tight grip to the back of Rod's head. Rod couldn't breathe, but he didn't care. His cock was hard and long, and he felt it begin to discharge his early juices down the inside of

his leg. All he knew was, as with Mrs. Sutton, he was driving this woman to the edge of her control,

and she was doing the same to him.

Then Rod felt her stagger, and he thought Margo was going to topple over on top of him. He forced her ass back on the edge of the desk and heard the lamp and other things fall to the floor. He spread her legs even further apart and shot the full length of his tongue up into her dark love- hole Margo lay across her desk and uttered something Rod couldn't make out. But he could wait no longer. He stood, forcing his slacks to the floor, pealing his jacket and tie off, and pulling his buttoned shirt over his head. He pulled Margo's head and shoulders up from the desk, and grabbing her ass, pulled her to his throbbing cock In turn Margo gripped his hips and guided Rod's cock smoothly into her hungry cunt. The heat of Margo's pussy drove Rod deeper inside her. He felt her legs lock behind his, her high heels biting into his calves, his ass rocking in time to their unison breathing. Margo bit into his neck and ear lobe and Rod felt no pain. The desk began to move and Rod experienced a fearful moment when he thought one of the security guards was at the door. But then Margo called out his name, battering herself against him in her climax, causing him to fire his hot liquid passion in what felt like one steady stream going on forever. They clung to each other as if their passion couldn't be spent.

Finally Rod said, " I thought you wanted me to take my time. "

Margo laughed. " The hell with that -- not when I'm fucking the guy who just blackmailed me and got me on the Endicott case. "

Later she picked up her panties and playfully drew them over Rod's head.

"Something to remember me by. "

"I won't have a bit of trouble remembering this night, Margo, " Rod said, folding her black panties

into his pocket. 

"You going to be a lawyer like your dad? "

"Maybe. Why? "

"Well, you'd be a good one. You talked me out of my pants tonight. Just like a shark in the water."

"Let's see. I went from a motherfucker to an asshole, from a rat to a shark. Sounds like I'm

coming up in your eyes. "

"You are. When will I see you again? "

"Call me when you start on the Endicott case. We'll celebrate."

"Like tonight? "

"Better than tonight. "

"Can't wait. " 

IV.

It was busy at the Sun Flower Bakery and Rod was anxious for Mrs. Sutton's number to come up.

He hustled the three customers before her and timed it so that he was free to wait on her before either of the other two clerks Mrs. Sutton was wearing a strapless pink dress and matching high heels and

no stockings. Rod knew she was dressed like that for him.

"Rod, could I have a loaf of the hard-crust sourdough, and could you slice it for me, please? "

"Certainly, Mrs. Sutton. You want that thin or thick? "

"Oh, Rod. You know I like it hard and thick, " she said softly with a wink.

They smiled at each other as Rod said, " Yes, I remember how you like it. " He hoped that the other

customers and clerks were not tuned in to their conversation, but he enjoyed Mrs. Sutton's playfulness.

Mrs. Sutton also bought a dozen cookies. As Rod handed her the bag, she whispered, " Come over

and eat my cookies this afternoon, won't you? "

"I get off at three. "

"Don't drive. Come the back way "

A few hours later Rod made his way through the expansive yards of Hyatt Park to the back of the Sutton's bath house. He was wearing swim trunks, but he had no intention of swimming in the Sutton pool. A couple weeks before he had refused Mrs. Sutton's passionate request to come to her house for an afternoon of sex on grounds that it was too risky. But now he was thinking: To hell with caution. He wanted -- even needed -- to fuck Mrs. Sutton for what he thought could be his last time. As he approached the Sutton's grounds, he felt excitement begin to churn at the pit of his stomach. Once again he was coming upon the scene where weeks ago he had spied Mrs. Sutton enjoying a doggie-style treat with Tim Griffin. The sight of the two of them together prompted Rod's jealousy which in turn gave birth to his scheme to blackmail Mrs. Sutton with photos he had taken that day. The blackmail itself had taken an unexpected turn when Mrs. Sutton herself became a willing victim, and Rod became uneasy as her blackmailer. But now, with his return to the place where it all started, Rod had the sense that events were coming around full circle. Only it was now his turn in the bath house with Mrs. Sutton. The thought brought a thrill of anticipation, stiffening his cock against the material of his trunks, making an obvious hard-on tent. He didn't think that any neighbor was looking, but still he wrapped his towel around his middle as he emerged from the stand of tress and bushes that marked the rear boundary of the Sutton estate.

It was warm in the bath house and Rod threw his towel in a corner, stretched out on the cushions of a chaise lounge and laced his fingers behind his head. The warmth brought on drowsiness and a half-dream of Mrs. Sutton. She was coming to him, wearing what she had worn at the bakery, her pink

high heels tapping on the cement deck of the pool, each click of her high heels pulsating in his cock.

Then she was closing the door behind her and looking down at his hard, erect cock. He felt her hands peal back his trunks and pull them down to his ankles. Her hands went gently around his cock so that only the cock-head was showing. Her fingers massaged his cock's sinewy flesh, bringing his hips up from the cushions in a fuck-like contortion. His cock wanted to be imprisoned by Mrs. Sutton's fingers, and at the same time wanted to be free -- free to set forth a long, hot, powerful stream of cum, coating her face and neck.

Then the hands went away and a mouth came down over the head of his cock. Teeth and tongue teased him, then firm, warm lips glided down his cock-shaft and devoured him almost to his balls.

He finally opened his eyes. Mrs. Sutton was perched on the corner of the chaise lounge, her blond head 

slowly rising and falling on his cock.

"Suck me, suck me, suck me," he pleaded, raising himself on his elbows. The warmth of the bath

house, the warmth of Mrs. Sutton's mouth and the warmth, growing into heat, of his cock all came together into a pleasure he had never known before. His eyes rolled to the ceiling, to the door, to the walls on either side, seeing nothing until -

There was a movement at the window; something passed quickly, too quickly to identify. Maybe it's

a bird, Rod thought. But it wasn't. 

It was Tim Griffin. He came through the door wearing the same shit-eating grin he had displayed on the practice field a week or so ago.

"Hi, ya, Rod, Mrs. Sutton. Looks like fun. "

Rod fought down a sudden hot rage as he felt Mrs. Sutton's mouth leave his cock. He wanted to take Tim out to the pool by his skinny neck and drown him. But if Mrs. Sutton was surprised or displeased by the interruption, she did not show it. She even looked expectant as she rose and turned to Tim, saying quietly, " My two favorite young lovers here. I can see that this is going to be a very special afternoon. Now which of you gentlemen is going to help me out of my dress? " 

"Me, " Tim chimed. He stepped forward, bunching the pink material at Mrs. Sutton's perfect ass, and pulled the dress up over her head and out-stretched arms in one smooth motion. She still wore

bra and panties. Mrs. Sutton's hands went behind her to free her ample breasts.

"No, please, Mrs. Sutton, " Tim pleaded. " Let me." 

"Yes, Tim. But get naked. I want to feel your naked body up against mine."

Tim ripped his shorts and T-Shirt off, and pressing his slim body up against Mrs. Sutton, brought his

arms around, filling his hands with her heavy, firm breasts. Rod thought Mrs. Sutton's firm, full breasts,

with Tim's forceful manipulation could hardly be contained by her bra. He watched in begrudging fascination as Tim pealed each bra cup down, exposing Mrs. Sutton's hard, pink nipples. Her breathing became more labored and she ground her ass hard on Tim's cock.

"Oh, that's so good, Tim, " she said breathlessly. " Rub my boobs just like that. My nipples are

tingling. " 

Mrs. Sutton looked down at Rod who was now sitting up on the lounge. Only aware that he was on fire to fuck this beautiful mature woman with abandon, Rod's hand was gripping his cock and slowly

stroking it. He felt his sexual excitement running neck and neck with his anger toward Tim. But that anger began to subside as he watched Mrs. Sutton move toward him so that her pussy was level with his face. Her hand went inside her panties and she began to masturbate just an inch or so before Rod's mouth. 

"Rod, eat my cookies. Eat me! "

Instantly on his knees, Rod yanked Mrs. Sutton's panties down and lifted each of her high heels so

that she could step out of them. His tongue shot through her open fingers seeking the inside of her cunt. Once there Rod let his tongue lap the warm wet walls of Mrs. Sutton's pussy, making her hips

gyrate hard and fast against his face as her ass did the same against Tim's cock. Then Rod set his tongue in a hard back- and- forth movement deep inside Mrs. Sutton's cunt. The taste and aroma of Mrs. Sutton's pussy were now familiar to him, and the sensations were driving him mad. She leaned back against Tim, and with one hand to the back of Rod's head, forced his tongue further inside her love-hole.

"Make me cum, " she commanded both of her young lovers. " Make me cum hard!"

Rod glanced upward and saw that Tim had removed Mrs. Sutton's bra and her bare firm tits jutted above him with an enticing sway. As Tim took his hands away, Rod reached up and covered her magnificent breasts with his own hands, gripping them firmly, running his thumbs over her hard nipples. He wanted to suck them, but he dared not take his mouth from her pussy. Then Rod became aware that Tim was guiding one hand to Mrs. Sutton's ass, gliding his fingers along her butt-crack and inserting them into her tight little ass-hole.

"Yes-s-s-s, " Mrs Sutton breathed, her pussy pushing forward, colliding with Rod's mouth and busy tongue. Tim deftly worked his fingers up into Mrs. Sutton's tight ass-hole. ( When did the kid learn

that trick? Rod wondered fleetingly. ) Tim's fingers set Mrs. Sutton's ass into a hard rocking motion,




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forward on Rod's tongue, then back against Tim's partially inserted hand. Her two lusty lovers, manipulating her cunt and ass-hole simultaneously, were, in effect, fucking her on her feet. Mrs. Sutton

pounded her head against Tim's shoulder, her thick blond hair covering his face and upper chest, her high heels stamping against the hard floor.

"C'mon, Cochran, " Rod heard Tim call out. " Let's fuck Mrs. Sutton out of her fuckin' mind. "

Rod drew his head back and saw Tim withdraw his hand from Mrs. Sutton's ass-hole.

"No, Tim, " she sobbed. " I want more. "

"You're going to get more, Mrs. Sutton, " Tim said in a tone which surprised Rod.

After pushing Rod's hands away, Tim handled Mrs. Sutton's tits, pulling her backward across the floor until his back was against the wall. Then, bending his knees, with one hand parting her ass-cheeks, and the other guiding his cock, Tim forced his stiff flesh up into Mrs. Sutton's ass.

"Oh, god, yes, Tim, " she whimpered. "Fuck me in my bum hole. Just like that. "

"Jesus, Mrs. Sutton, " he responded. " You're tight. You're so goddamned tight. " Then Rod heard him say,. " C'mon, Cochran. What are you waiting for? "

Rod needed no more urging. His resentment of Tim barging in on his scene with Mrs. Sutton vanished. He leaped up facing Mrs. Sutton, now held in place by Tim's cock. Rod grabbed her legs under her thighs, raising them so that her high heels were a couple of feet off the floor. She in turn grabbed the back of his neck. Then he wedged himself between her legs, his cock seeking and finding the wet entrance to her pussy. He felt his hardness become even harder deep inside Mrs. Sutton's warm, sopping inner recesses. Mrs. Sutton's body now was writhing between Rod and Tim, with Tim's 

long, slim meat shoved far up into her ass-hole, and Rod's thicker flesh invading her cunt. Mrs. Sutton was helplessly impaled on their two hard, insistent fuck-poles.

"Please, please, please, " Rod heard her chant, not knowing whether Mrs. Sutton was begging for mercy or more hard fucking. They were prepared to give her more hard fucking without mercy. Instinctively, Rod and Tim timed the thrust of their hips, ramming their cocks together into the gorgeous mature woman, with Tim urging, " Fuck her! Fuck her hard! Fuck her harder! "

Rod thought they were about to lose control. And he didn't care. Mrs. Sutton seemed to be on the verge of tears. Still supporting her legs off the floor, Rod felt spasms going through her whole body. Her high heels fell from her feet and clicked on the floor behind him.

Then Rod and Tim broke their rhythm together, separating the thrusts of their cocks into this 

helpless woman, fucking Mrs. Sutton with no other thought than achieving their own ultimate pleasure. She was truly captured on their stiffened flesh, a prisoner of their wanton lust. And she was a willing prisoner, giving in completely to their control of her body. The heat Rod felt from Mrs. Sutton's sop-coated cunt penetrated his whole body. His body was inflamed with a fire that would never be extinguished, he thought. Perhaps it was his imagination, but Rod felt the head of his cock catch fire. Then finally it was the sharp prick of her finger-nails into his back which set him ablaze as he emptied liquid flames into the body of Mrs. Sutton. His own call of release filled his head, muting Mrs. Sutton's cry of pleasure and Tim's shout of " Oh, shit! "

Rod gradually let Mrs. Sutton's feet reach the floor and withdrew his still hard cock from her pussy.

When Tim withdrew from her ass, Rod was not surprised, perhaps even pleased, that Tim was still hard as well. The fucking of Mrs. Sutton could continue. Still in a state of euphoria, and needing no prompting, Mrs. Sutton went to her knees and took each of their cum-coated cocks in hand, bringing one and then the other to her sucking mouth. When it was his turn, Tim greedily grabbed Mrs. Sutton's head and brought her mouth forcefully over his cock in hard, steady strokes.

"Geez, " he cried. " I'm cumin' again! Yeah! Suck me! "

Mrs. Sutton's mouth was now dripping with juices from them both. Rod pulled her away from Tim and brought her mouth to his own cock. But just as quickly he pulled her face away as he felt his own ejaculation come on. He wanted to see his cum all over the features of this beautiful woman. Then, breathing hard, their eyes intent on the object of their lust, both young men stroked their cocks into the face of Mrs. Sutton. She knelt before them, her eyes wide and expectant, her mouth open, receiving the full brunt of the second helping of the seemingly inexhaustible supply of their hot youthful cum. The streams of their thick explosions splattered across Mrs. Sutton's face, filling her mouth, their cum drooling down her chin and neck, clotting her eyes and hair, blotting her features with their passion. 

When the boys were finally spent, Rod saw Mrs. Sutton reach for his towel, and then watched Tim

pull her up by an arm, forcing her through the door of the bath house. Before the door closed, Rod heard their joyful splashes into the pool and he quickly followed them. When he surfaced, he clapped

a hand over Tim's loud mouth. He was thankful they were behind a tall privacy fence, but that didn't keep Tim's immature hilarity from possible prying neighbors. 

"Sorry, " Tim said sheepishly.

"That's all right, Tim, " Mrs. Sutton said. " I feel like shouting myself. This was wonderful. "

Rod swam over to Mrs. Sutton and kissed her hard. He was remembering the other recent times

they had spent in the water together, up at Barrow Lake outside his dad's fishing shack, and in the Kashasaweega River after Tim fell asleep on his family's cabin cruiser. He was hoping that the water

was cooling his passion only temporarily, and that he could take Mrs. Sutton again -- if he could only get rid of Tim. But that was soon taken care of. Tim glanced at his watch and exclaimed. " Shit!

I'm late for band practice. Sorry. Gotta go. Hey, thanks, Mrs. Sutton. When can we do this again? "

Tim didn't wait for an answer. He bounded into the bath house and within seconds was dressed and

disappearing into the Sutton's backyard.

"Tim is such a dear, " commented Mrs. Sutton. " Don't you think? "

"No, I don't think, " Rod retorted. " I think he's a goddamned pest, always showing up when he's not wanted."

Mrs. Sutton laughed as she cuddled on Rod's shoulder. " That's your jealousy talking again. But Tim had a good question. When do we get together again? By my count, there's one more photo to go

my young blackmailing lover. "

Rod did some quick thinking and then some fast talking.

V.

Standing in the middle of room 369, Rod thought it appeared pretty much as it had on Dink Melish's

amateur tape. Rod stared too long at the end of the bed on which Margo Muhlhauser had presented her open pussy to Charlie Sutton's impatient mouth.

"What are you looking at? " Mrs. Sutton asked, coming out of the bathroom. Rod had Mrs. Sutton

dressed similarly to what Margo had worn a few nights ago: a short, tight black cocktail dress with slit up the side; dark stockings with a patterned seam up her calves and thighs; and black stilettos with gold-tipped spike heels. Her thick golden hair was piled high in intricate layers and long crystal

earrings dangled to her shoulders. Rod was making an effort to keep his mind off the hard-on he had

been carrying in his pants since he smuggled Mrs. Sutton up the back stairs of the Melish Hotel. Rod regreted he didn't have time to fuck this beautiful woman before the next player in his scheme arrived.

"What am I looking at? " he repeated with a wink to Mrs. Sutton. " I was just thinking about

what's going to happen on that bed in a few minutes. "

"Can't wait, Rod, " Mrs. Sutton said, which was what Margo had told him at their parting the other night. She walked into his arms and pressed her hips onto his hardness. " And apparently you can't

either, " she added with a smile.

She kissed him hard and quick, then fell to the edge of the bed, pulling up her dress and parting her legs.

"M -m—m. Let's get started before Tim gets here. He won't mind. "

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door to 369. It was an abrupt, assertive knock, not the sort of knock Tim would have made, and it prompted Mrs. Sutton to pull her dress down and cross her legs.

"That doesn't sound like little Timmy at the door, Rod, " she said wide-eyed.

Rod took a deep breath and said, " It's not. "

"What the hell are you doing to me now, Rod? " There was considerable consternation in Mrs. Sutton's voice. " I thought this was just the three of us, like before."

Rod didn't answer, but went to the door. On the other side stood Charlie Sutton. He held a dozen

pink roses in one hand and one of Tim Griffin's shit-eating grins on his lips. He was wearing a blazer, pink shirt and no tie. Rod almost laughed. Here was Sutton, unknowingly assuming Tim's half-shy, nerdy demeanor, and attired as if meeting friends at the Chesterfield Country Club. But Charlie Sutton quickly became his usual impatient self.

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in? Or is this the way you treat all your victims? "

Before Rod could speak, Sutton was in the room. And Rod immediately sensed that Sutton was on the verge of losing his corporate-cool when he saw his tense-featured wife get up from the end of the bed.

"Toni! What the hell goes on here? Are you in on this bastard's scheme? "

Rod grabbed the flowers from Sutton. " Nice touch, Mr. Sutton. I guess you know pink is your wife's favorite color. "

Sutton was not to be placated. " What are you trying to pull here, Cochran? "

"Honest to god, Charlie, " Mrs. Sutton pleaded. " I didn't know you were going to be here. "

"I can believe that, " her husband countered. " So what the hell are you doing here? "

Before Mrs. Sutton could reply, Rod lay the flowers on the bed and took a deep breath.

"Blame me. I got you both here on false pretenses. " He looked from one to the other. " Mr. Sutton, your wife knows about your affair with . . . well, let's leave her out of this. She loves you very much and wants to have her own affair with you. Mrs. Sutton, I enticed you here under the belief that you and I were about to start an affair of our own to spite your husband. I know you're not really attracted to me, and only going through the motions to get back at your husband. "

"I'm beginning to get the picture, Cochran, " Sutton said. " I told you before. I don't need a marriage counselor. "

"No. But your marriage needs a jump-start. And this is a good as time and place to make that happen. "

"Rod, you're so sweet, " Mrs. Sutton said. " But I really don't think this is going to work. "

"And I resent you sticking your nose into our business, Cochran, " Sutton barked.

"I know you do. But unless the two of you come together, there isn't going to be any business, "

Rod said. " You already have something new in common. You both hate me right at this moment. "

"We don't hate you, Rod. Do we, Charlie? "

"Speak for yourself, Toni. I don't like this snotty-nosed college kid getting involved in our marriage. "

"But you'll have to admit, Charlie, you haven't been involved in our marriage for a long time. And

I've been letting you get away with it. "

Rod cleared his throat and made for the door. 

"Wait a minute, " Sutton demanded. " You're not going to leave us here like this, are you? "

"Why not? You're adults. You're married. You guys work it out. I'll be back in an hour. If this turns out to be a bad idea, I'll take Mrs. Sutton home, and you can give the flowers away to another woman of your choice." 

Rod shrugged and quickly let himself out into the hall. He was half-expecting that a growling Charlie Sutton would come after him. But as he waited for an elevator, he was pleased to see that

the door to 369 remained closed.

It was the longest hour Rod ever spent. The digits on his watch advanced excruciatingly slow. He sat at the bar, ordered a beer and let it get warm. The TV's were showing two different ball games, but Rod could follow neither. His head seemed to be full of thoughts and empty at the same time. As he sat alone with no one near him, he pulled out the last photo of Mrs. Sutton and held it under the edge of the bar. In the subdued lighting of the Melish Hotel lounge, he could barely make out Tim's cum on her lovely face and hair. He became aroused thinking of the moment he had snapped the shot and then felt additional sensuous stirrings arise when he recalled shooting his own cum on Mrs. Sutton's face the other afternoon in her bath house. Then he thought about Mrs. Sutton upstairs with Charlie. What was going on right now in room 369? What did he really hope was going on? Whatever it was, would it mark the end of whatever it was between him and Mrs. Sutton? If so, why didn't he feel better about himself, about what he was doing for Mrs. Sutton? Wasn't this the noble sacrifice he wanted? He returned the photo to his pocket and finally took a long swallow of beer.

When an hour had finally expired, Rod waited a few more minutes. Then he crossed the lobby and punched the elevator. He put an ear to the door of 369. What he could faintly hear told him that Mr. and Mrs. Sutton definitely did not want to be disturbed. He returned to the lounge and ordered another beer, but this time he ordered a shot of Jack Daniels to go with it. He downed them both and ordered another shot and beer. The bartender asked," What are you celebrating? "

"I'm not sure I'm celebrating, " Rod told him. " Maybe I'm drowning a regret."

"Well, whatever it is, take it easy. "

The bartender was back in a couple minutes holding out a phone.

"Is your name Rod? "

"That's me. "

"Some guy up in three-sixty-nine wants to talk to you. "

"Great, " Rod said, warily. But he took the phone. What he heard was a voice from Charlie Sutton softened by recent passion.

"Rod, how can I -- we -- ever thank you? "

"You want to thank me? " 

"Of course. This has been wonderful. And to think you, just a college kid, put it all together. You're some kind of genius. You've saved my -- our- marriage. Hell, you've saved my life. "

"Now let's not get carried away, Mr. Sutton. " 

"It's Charlie. You got that? "

"I'm glad you're happy, Charlie."

"What can I do for you? How about a new car? "

"I'll settle for the thousand bucks we agreed on. "

Besides, Rod thought, you've already given me Margo Muhlhauser.

"A thousand bucks doesn't seem enough for what you've done for us. You know what? I'm going to keep this room. Toni wants to keep meeting me here. It's going to be our secret rendezvous."

"Sounds great. And don't worry about that certain item I'm about to dispose of. Could I speak with

Mrs. Sutton? "

"Rod, we love you. Here, Babe, he wants to talk with you."

There were a few moments of silence in which Rod gathered that Mrs. Sutton was waiting for her husband to move across the room. Then she began to whisper.

"Rod, you've made my marriage start all over, even better than before."

Something hard and a little painful settled in Rod's throat. He knew what those words meant. It was over for him and Mrs. Sutton.

"The two of you did it for yourselves. Besides I'm not much good at this blackmail stuff. "

"You're better than you know. I've never been so glad to be blackmailed, Rod. Charlie and I both love you. You'll always be very special to us."

"Thank you, Mrs. Sutton, I mean, Toni. And don't worry. That third photo and the camera are history. "

"Thank you, Rod. "

He walked out of the hotel in a kind a daze. Life was going on around him and for him, but Mrs. Sutton would no longer be a part of it. It had been a great adventure, but it was over. He was glad when his phone sounded as he rounded the corner of the hotel. 

"Rod speaking."

"Hi ya, Cochran. It's me, Tim. "

"What's up, my man?"

"Well . . . I was wondering when we're going to see Mrs. Sutton again."

"Mrs. Sutton is no longer available to you and me, pal. She's back with her husband and very happy."

"What?! How did that happen?"

"I think I had something to do with it."

"You? The neighborhood blackmailer?"

"Reformed blackmailer."

"That' ll be the day. So what' re we going to do for fun now?"

"We?"

"Yeah. You and me. I know you probably don't like me much, but - "

"Tim, you have a few nerdy tendencies, but if you hang around with me long enough maybe some of my wit, charm and sex appeal will rub off on even you."

"Damn, you're insufferable, Cochran. When do we start?"

"How about tonight? "

Rod instantly thought of Margo Mulhauser, then just as instantly dismissed the thought.

"I know a couple available women just outta town, " Rod told him. " But they don't give away their favors. "

"No problem. Just tell me where."

"How about if I pick you up in a few minutes? "

"You're going to give me a ride? "

"Tim -- like Humphrey Bogart once said in my favorite old flick --'I have a feeling that this is

the start of a beautiful friendship.' "

"You're full of shit, Cochran, but I like you anyway. When' re you going to be here? "

"That's me turning in the drive-way. Oh, and by the way -- you're not going to be able to reach me

on this phone anymore. "

"Why? "

"'Cause it's about to self-destruct -- with a little help from me. Bye. "

Behind the hotel Rod put a match to the final photo of Mrs. Sutton and his heel to the phone and tape, shoving the pieces into a garbage bag at the bottom of the dumpster. He did the tasks quickly, without thinking. There went the evidence of Mrs. Sutton's indiscretions ( and her husband's as well ). His days as her blackmailer ( and his ) were over. He told himself he was doing the right thing, for himself, and especially for Mrs. Sutton. But under that feeling was another - a feeling of what-might-have-been. Rod looked up to what he thought was the Suttons' window. Well, he thought, I hate giving you up, Mrs. Sutton -- Toni, but I hope you'll always be happy with Charlie.

By the time he reached his car, Rod was hoping for something more. He was hoping he was falling out of love with Mrs. Sutton. 

*

As this is the last segment of my "blackmail" saga, I want to thank all of Mrs. Sutton's readers who hung in there over the last four months or so it has taken me to complete the series. I have some ideas for spin-off stories from this series, but right now I'm working on a story in a different category. I hope you'll look for it.

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