RWS-266 The Blackmailed Teenagers by Carlton Adams


Chapter 1


Sandy Robinson stretched her lush young body voluptuously and yawned 
with pleasure. As her muscles tensed, the short filmy nightgown she 
wore hiked up until the bottom edge just barely covered her softly-
rounded buttocks and upper thighs, accentuating rather than concealing 
her lovely long legs and swelling breasts. Her flesh was tanned a deep 
golden color by the hot rays of the California sun.

Sandy was a beautiful girl by any standards. At sixteen years of age 
she had the face and figure of a mature young woman, with none of the 
awkwardness of a teenager. Her patrician features were set off by large 
brown eyes, perfect white teeth, and short dark hair.

The lovely young girl stood by the side of the disordered bed from 
which she had just arisen and looked around the luxurious room. 
Everything was done with expensive good taste, from the costly 
furniture itself to the thick rugs, brocade drapes, and original oil 
paintings on the walls. The house suggested money and an owner who 
would not hesitate to go to any lengths to assure an almost sybaritic 
comfort for himself and guests. 

As she strode from the bedroom into the huge expanse of the redwood 
paneled front room, Sandy blushed as she remembered her first reaction 
to Lucy's suggestion that the two of them might spend a few weeks at 
her divorced fathers "little cabin at Antelope Lake." Sandy knew that 
Lucy's parents were divorced and that her father worked in television 
for a major network. That was nothing out of the ordinary in Southern 
California where so many people worked in the entertainment industry. 
And many Californians had small cabins in the surrounding mountains--
places where they could escape for a weekend--away from the terrible 
smog and freeway traffic. Sandy had immediately pictured the "little 
cabin" as a cheaply-built one room affair, furnished with cast-off 
furniture and discarded linen and crockery. She suspected that there 
would be no telephone or television, and almost certainly no 
interesting young men nearby to provide the excitement she felt so 
badly in need of.

Sandy had almost said no to the idea, even if it meant spending the 
long summer on the crowded Venice or Santa Monica beaches, competing 
for a small bit of sand and the attentions of the adolescent surfers. 
Even that would be better than being isolated in some ramshackle cabin 
nursing mosquito bites and cursing the lack of male companionship.



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