I slipped quietly into Donna's room. As with the other rooms in the boarding house it was pretty minimal. There was a bed in one corner, a tiny kitchenette in another and a small adjoining bathroom. Donna was having her morning shower and didn't hear me come in. I walked over to the TV which, apart from the bed, a tiny writing desk and a wooden chair, was the only furniture in the room, and stuck in the video I'd brought with me. I switched the TV on and positioned myself in front of the door.
Before long, the sound of running water stopped and Donna came out of the bathroom. She took one look at the TV and froze. The video I'd put on was playing, and Donna could see herself showering. It was footage from the shower cam I'd recorded three days ago. Underneath the bookwormish, frumpy clothing Donna usually wore was a trim, adorable little body- with a nice hard ass and firm tits.
A moment later she turned and saw me. "YOU?! What the fuck is this?" she screeched. I smiled and said cheerfully, "It's called blackmail. It means to make demands of someone in exchange for keeping certain things about that person secret."
Even though she was shocked, and blushing bright red, she had the presence of mind to run to the VCR and eject the tape. She snapped it over her knee and hurled them away. Donna turned back to me, burning with rage and shame. I love that expression on a pretty girl. "Well done," I said. "Now, if I'd been the stupidest blackmailer of all time my dastardly plans would be foiled. But since I have an IQ that's higher than my shoe size, I have three more copies of that tape."
Donna glowered. "You bastard! You hid a camera in my shower? You'll go to jail for this."
I shrugged. "Nah. Doubt it. You should be more worried about your own future than about mine. I can make you an instant internet celebrity today, and you'd lose your scholarship and the respect of, well, everyone on Earth."
Donna was thinking again. "What, because you've caught me in the act of showering? Where's the crime in that?"
I chuckled. "What a shame you broke the tape before it got to the good bit. You have no idea how ridiculous you look while masturbating and vocally fantasizing about farm animals."
Donna crumbled visibly. Now I knew I had her. She whispered, "Okay, you prick. You win. What do you want?" |