Progressive Blackmail – Chapter 1 [FF][22]

****Dedicated to Nonono69 (aka Blond22Bi), Honey Moon (aka CutieCindyHoney), Lebec, and Krosis. Thanks for all the great stories!****

This happened to me about 20 years ago when I was in my early 20s. It was mid-morning on a Saturday and I had walked out of my apartment, headed to my boyfriend’s place, when my landlord Carl shouted out “Hey Theresa, nice tits!”

Looking over at him and his wife June, I made a show of looking at my chest, then back at them. Both of them were all smiles, so I figured there was a joke coming. “Thanks for noticing, but you’ve stared at them enough before without saying anything!” I walked over to the two of them.

Honestly, I sometimes pretend to be annoyed at guys ogling or commenting on my breasts, but I’m actually pretty proud of them. I’m at the border of a C and D cup (34 D, 38 C for any dudes shopping for their lady), and to me they’re just perfect – big enough without looking like rolls of fat. As Carl said, nice tits.

“Not this morning” he continued, drawing out the joke, “They looked great last night!”

“They look great every night!” I bantered back. June laughed, and it looked like I’d won this round.

“We saw Bobbie when she was leaving your party last night” June began to explain. “She had one of those video camera, camcorder things. She showed us a video of that boyfriend of yours lifting your shirt and flashing your bra, Mardi Gras style.”

Both the landlords seemed amused by the whole episode and let Theresa off with some gentle teasing.

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“I didn’t ask Jack to lift up my shirt, and I sure didn’t want you to be showing everyone the footage!” I told Bobbie, flushing red. I’d detoured to her house right after I talked to my landlords. “I want that tape right now!” I demanded.

Bobbie stared at me with contempt. We’d never been friends, just part of the same social circle. She was short and pudgy with acne, and I’d always felt she was as ugly inside as she was outside. “You were loving it last night! You laughed right after he did it. I have a video of it!” she shot back. Bobbie was always ready for a fight, I’d avoided her in the past whenever I could.

All of this was new to me at the time. Twenty years ago there weren’t cell phones and people didn’t think about being recorded unless someone had a camera or there was a news crew with a massive commercial camera on a tripod around.

“Look Bobbie” I tried to reason with her, “You can’t take footage of my boyfriend flashing my tits and show it around town. I’ll call the police if you don’t give it back right now!”

Anger flashed across her face and I knew threatening her wasn’t going to get me what I wanted. “Check the laws, I took the video and it belongs to me! You don’t have shit on me. Call the police, I’ll let them have a good look at your boobs and we’ll all have a good laugh. After they’re done I’ll send a copy to the news station and see if they want to put it on the 6 pm broadcast!”

Desperately, I started to cry. I think she was right. At the time that whoever took the footage owned it. There weren’t any revenge porn laws or anything like that. I knew that the police would think I got what I deserved and so would anyone else who saw it. I had visions of having to leave town in disgrace or being the joke that everyone I knew had seen me with my shirt pulled up. “Please Bobbie, I’ll do anything, just don’t show that to anyone I know!”.

Her demeanor shifted from angry to predatory. “Anything?” she smirked.

I mentally tallied how much cash I had access to. I had less than $20 on me, but had just over $100 in my checking account. I started thinking about how much Jack might have – this was all his fault after all.

“You know I don’t have a lot of money. I can give you everything I have on me and come with me to the bank on Monday and you can have everything in my account. Please just give me the tape now!” I begged.

“I’m not interested in money” she sneered. “I really liked seeing your tits last night. Every time I watch the footage I look at the expression on your dumb, drunk face. You’re confused, amused, excited and embarrassed. It’s hot. I can’t wait until Tony gets home from work and I can show it to him.”

Tony was Bobbie’s brother and I found him almost as annoying as her. He’d had a thing for me for a few years, but thankfully had left me alone mostly since I started dating Jack. The thought of him drooling over a video of me was horrifying. “Please don’t show it to Tony!” I wailed, as tears streamed down my face.

Months earlier at a social gathering Bobbie had referred to watching porn videos with her father and brother. Everyone had been shocked at the time, and we’d discussed how creepy we all found it a number of times since. Women watching porn (and admitting to it) was rare enough. What woman wants to watch porn with her father and brother?!?

“Get in here you idiot” she ordered, holding the door open. “You’re going to get me in trouble with the neighbors if you keep that racket up.” Sniffling as I tried to get myself under control I walked into her kitchen.

“Ok, here’s the deal. I wanna see more. I won’t show the video to anyone who knows you” Theresa stopped crying and sniffed hopefully at this, “PROVIDED you let me take some topless pictures, just for me to look at myself. Most photo developing shops won’t develop pictures with nudity, so I might not even get them developed. Just have the fun of taking them and knowing I have it on film, you know?”

I felt a surge of hope that this nightmare might be over and replied “Why not just agree to not show it to anyone without any more pictures. I’ll owe you a big favor!”

Bobbie’s expression darkened as her rage started building again. “I’m not fucking haggling with you about this. I’m making you an offer, you can either accept or fuck off!” she waved angrily at the door.

“Ok, ok. I accept. You won’t show the video or pictures to anyone who knows me?” I confirmed.

“That’s right” promised Bobbie, brightening. “Make yourself comfortable in the living room while I get my camera.”

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Bobbie snapped a series of pictures, taking different angles and focusing on my uncomfortable expressions. I would have enjoyed being the center of attention in other circumstances, but between the emotional let down from fighting with Bobbie to what was coming I found it hard to get myself under control.

“Ok” Bobbie ordered, “start lifting your shirt up slowly.” Bobbie kept snapping pictures as I lifted up my shirt. “Ok, lift it up the rest of the way and show off those melons!” Bobbie commanded, clearly excited. Theresa’s tear streaked face looked mournfully at the camera as she pulled her shirt up the rest of the way, exposing the same bra she’d been wearing last night which had been part of trouble.

“That’s a full 36 shots, let me load another roll of film and we can shoot you taking off the bra” Bobbie said absentmindedly, focusing on the film in her camera.

“We could just stop here” I suggested hopefully “Maybe you’ve got some good shots already that you’ll enjoy.”

Bobbie flush red with anger. “Bitch, are you for real? You really want to fucking try to cheat me and stop now? You think I’m going to stand for that?”

I blanched “No Bobbie, I wouldn’t cheat you. Just a suggestion. Please load your second roll. I’m sorry.”.

After loading the second roll, Bobbie took topless pictures of me from every angle she could think of. Some had my full body and face, others my chest and face, some close ups of the breasts and nipples. Finishing her second roll, she started resetting the camera with a third roll.

“How about we get you to pull down your pants this time. Just like your shirt, slow and sexy!” she suggested.

“Absolutely NO!” I responded, finding my limit. “We agreed to topless and that’s all I’m doing. If *YOU’RE* trying to change the deal-”

Bobbie cut her off tersely, “Fine, fine. We’re done then. Cover up those udders and get the fuck out of here.”

I pulled myself together and made my escape. <Udders!> I thought indignantly <With those saggy things she had hanging on her she’s got a lot of nerve to insult me>.

I felt hopeful that things had ended, but they had only begun…

****This is my first story, I’d greatly appreciate any comments or feedback. Comments will determine if and when I write more.****

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