Blackmailed Fiancee

Leroy's office appeared neater and cleaner than the rest of his business, but was still beneath Megan's standards. Half of his large, oak desk was covered under a mountain of papers: old receipts and letters, statements from his banks and creditors, and utility bills that he let pile up. Every six months or so, when he got around to it, he went through it all, filed the important stuff, and threw away everything else. And then like a volcano made of papers, it would re-form.

To her relief, Megan didn't see any erotic magazines in his office. But her suspicion had been correct nonetheless -- he had hidden them in his desk.

Two antique chairs made of oak with a dark, worn finish faced the desk. Everything in this place: the waiting area, the customer service counter, the terrazzo floors, Leroy's oak desk and the chairs across from it, seemed to display the same depleted look that could almost pass for a purposefully planed motif, which of course it was not. Megan sat in one of the chairs, but Reggie remained standing beside the other. Leroy sat in a torn, but comfortable leather chair facing the two.

"There was some damage to the frame of your car which Tyrone repaired," Leroy explained. "We also replaced your fender and painted it. Since I'm doing this as a favor for Reggie, I'm only charging $2,800."

Megan looked at Reggie, her eyes welling up again. "I don't have $2,800. I don't even have a job right now."

"Now take it easy, sweetheart" Leroy said. "Reggie is vouching for you. But you need a job to pay us back and it just so happens that I need someone at the customer service counter to answer the phones and ring up customers. I'm willing to pay you $600 per week cash under-the-table. You can probably pay the entire bill off in three months."

Megan didn't feel comfortable with this proposition. The money was enticing but the way Leroy and Tyrone both looked at her gave her the willies.

"Uh, I'm not sure. Can I think about it for a day or two?" Megan asked.

Reggie again detected her hesitancy. He knew she needed money. They were close to a deal and he didn't want to use his trump card, the hit-and-run felony charge yet. He was saving that for his final coup d'état.

"What are you not sure about?" Reggie chimed in. "That's a damn good deal -- $600 under-the-table. If she doesn't want the job, I'll take it, Leroy."

The two men laughed and Megan gave a nervous giggle. She felt pressured.

"I'll tell you what; you seem like a well-spoken young lady that will bring some class to this place. I'll go to $650 per week, but that's my final offer."

"Wow," Reggie remarked.

This all seemed so similar to when Megan sat in the car dealership negotiating for the Civic. But $650 per week was a lot of money, at least to her. Her car payment was a month behind, her auto insurance premium was past due, and she needed to pay Leroy back. Again her conscience helped in her decision. Reggie had been kind. The police would have given her a ticket for careless driving and her insurance would have gone through the roof since this was not her first accident.

"Okay, Mr. Leroy, I'll work for you."

The three of them smiled and laughed again, Leroy with his semi-toothless grin and Reggie with several gold crowns on his teeth. Leroy quickly handed her a paper to sign. "It's just saying the service was performed to your satisfaction and you agree to pay us for the work performed," he still chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. Megan signed it. At that moment, for a brief few seconds, Megan did not know why, but something about this reminded her of Faust.

******CHAPTER 5*******

The three men waited behind and gathered in Leroy's office after Megan went happily on her way, in her perfectly repaired Civic, back to her fiancé.

"Okay, Leroy, how much did the repairs really cost?" Reggie asked.

"Maybe $800 if we had used new parts. But I had a fender lying around from another Civic that went through the chop shop a few months back." Leroy then asked Tyrone, "How many hours you work on her Civic today?"

Tyrone shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe four hours total."

"Yea, and that's including all the time you spent trying to get a sniff of her pussy." Leroy quipped. "This kid must have blue balls. Since he broke up with his girlfriend a month ago, he's been jerking off three times a day, and that's just when he's here at work. At most the repair cost $200 with his labor included."

Reggie sat stroking his chin pondering his scheme. He ran multiple scenarios through his mind, his thoughts sharper, more rational, with Megan now gone along with the throbbing erection her tears had brought him. As badly as he had wanted to fuck Megan, it would not be prudent. It would be far too incriminating if he had sex with and possibly impregnated the same person who committed the hit and run on his truck. On the other hand, it would be quite plausible to a judge and jury if Megan initiated sex with Leroy, or better yet, Tyrone, in exchange for fixing her car so the police wouldn't find out. Of course he hoped they would not have to turn her in. Hopefully, Megan would acquiesce and let Tyrone stick his cock in her. Tyrone was closest to Megan in age, and had the fewest ties to Reggie, making him the best candidate for the privilege of fucking her. "How would you like to have a white girlfriend?" Reggie asked Tyrone.

Tyrone's eyebrows raised, his big, white teeth revealing themselves in his grin. "You mean that hot, white chick whose car I fixed today?" he asked incredulously.

"Who else have we been talking about, nimrod?" Leroy interjected.

"Shit yea!" Tyrone replied.

"Listen, you can't jerk off anymore. Do you understand?" Reggie asked. "We can't risk you going soft on her when she fights it, and she will fight it, at least the first few times."

Tyrone nodded in reply.

"She starts tomorrow which is Wednesday," Reggie said to Leroy. "Don't pay her until next Friday after we have a little chat with her and Tyrone fucks her."

The three men sat quietly for a few moments while Reggie looked up and stroked his chin more in further thought. Reggie understood the female psyche more than most men. She had chosen a mate in her fiancé and she might not be on the pill since they were getting married soon. When he had spoken with her after the accident, Megan gave Reggie the impression that she and her fiancé would immediately try to start a family. Her primal female instincts would fight to protect her precious eggs from all except him.

"Do you use condoms with your girlfriends?" Reggie asked Tyrone.

"Not unless they insist," Tyrone responded. "It doesn't feel as good with them."

"I'm with you on that," Reggie said patting Tyrone on his back. "Do you want to use them with Megan?"

"Not if I don't have to. Why?"

"I don't think she is on birth control since she is getting married soon. If that's the case and you want to enjoy her bareback, you better convince her from the very start that you've had a vasectomy; otherwise she will never let you near her without a rubber. A girl like Megan doesn't get pregnant out of wedlock or illegitimately. It will just make things easier if you tell her you got a vasectomy after knocking up a few girls and your done having children."

Tyrone thought about what Reggie said. "That's not too far from the truth, at least the part about knocking up a few girls, but this is a different situation. She is not like the girls in the hood. What if she really does get pregnant?"

"No, she is nothing like girls from the hood. That's why you must absolutely convince her you're safe. She is getting married. If she gets pregnant she will think the baby is her husband's, which it may be. Being her baby's daddy, though, would have benefits if you wanted to stick around and be with her." Reggie beamed, "If not, you'll have plenty of time to skip town."

The conversation made Tyrone hard. He reached down and repositioned his cock. Already his huge testicles ached. It would be a long ten days, but that white girl would be worth every moment of abstinence.

"Goddamn that's a huge black snake," Reggie commented. How do you keep that thing inside your pants?"

"I tuck it down my pants leg." But hard-ons are a bitch."

Leroy interjected: "What the hell do I get from all this?"

"What do you want out of it?" Reggie inquired.

"I want $50 bucks from the kid every time he takes a go at her and I want to watch too."

"Let's start out with the $50 and you can drill a hole in the wall to watch," Reggie joked. That work for you, Tyrone?"

Tyrone nodded.

If all went as planned, each of the three men would now get something they wanted: Reggie, half the money Leroy received from Megan and half the money Leroy received from Tyrone and whatever funds he might be able to scam from his own insurance; Tyrone, a beautiful white girl to regularly fuck; Leroy, cheap help, eye candy, and live peep shows. Megan would be working for far less than she realized paying them back a good chunk of her salary for something she never received. Leroy anticipated getting much of Tyrone's paycheck back every week in fuck fees. They all would win something at Megan's expense.

"One more thing," Reggie added. "The two of you need to be a little less obvious leering at her. We need her defenses down and the element of surprise when we make our move."

*******CHAPTER 6*************

Megan got home late but in wonderful spirits. "Hi honey," she said falling into Larry's arms and giving him a great, big kiss.

"Somebody's in a good mood," Larry replied. "I was worried about you. I tried calling but it went immediately to voicemail."

Megan's smile lit up the room. "My cell phone was dead. But I've got good news."

"What?" Larry inquired. The job hunting clothes Megan wore gave him a hint.

"I got a job," Megan lilted, her big green eyes sparkling as Larry looked into them.

"That's wonderful!" Larry cheered with a big smile of his own. "Where did you get a job?"

Megan left Larry's embrace, put down her purse and picked up the mail sitting on their kitchen table. "At a place called Leroy's Garage."

"What are you doing at the garage? I didn't know you knew how to work on cars."

"I don't, silly. I'll be answering their phones, dealing with their customers, and taking care of their paperwork," Megan replied, shuffling through the stack of envelops comprised mostly of overdue bills. "No checks from Publisher's Clearinghouse yet," she joked. Larry didn't respond to her dry humor.

"How much are they paying you?"

Megan stared at one of the envelopes in her hand from her auto insurance company -- a cancellation notice -- while thinking for a moment, and didn't immediately respond. She decided not to upset Larry by telling him she had another accident. Since Leroy was paying her cash under-the-table, she could pay back the loan, $200 a week, without Larry knowing about it.

Megan looked up at Larry who she always found somewhat attractive, but lacked the build and muscles the black men she met today displayed. She wasn't marrying Larry purely for great looks, or for money, neither of which he had in abundance. She was marrying him because they were kindred spirits who transcended physical attraction. "They're starting me at $450 a week, but cash under-the-table."

"Four-hundred-and-fifty dollars cash, no taxes, isn't too bad. Where is this place? I've never heard of it."

Megan put the stack of envelopes back down on the table. Tired of wearing heels and sitting around in business attire all day, she wanted to change into something comfortable. "In Mayberry on 54th Street and MLK Blvd," she replied heading toward their bedroom to change.

Larry followed her. "I haven't been there before, but I don't think that's a good area."

"It's fine," Megan sighed, the energy and enthusiasm from when she first came home now drained from her.

Larry watched his fiancée undress in front of him. She turned around and faced him in her white panties and bra made of lace, her red hair like the color of rust, but shiny, flowing down to her shoulders and her limpid, green eyes staring into his. There weren't enough adjectives to describe her beauty.

She didn't want to answer any more questions. "Come here and make love to me," Megan said.

Larry quickly took off his clothes and joined her in bed.

They kissed and hugged and touched each other's bodies in special places until the time arrived to enter her. Megan had just stopped taking birth control pills so she would be ready when they were married to make children with Larry. She gently reminded him to put on a condom. Larry fumbled to put the latex sheath over his member, a barrier between them that prevented their complete intimacy. He missed the feeling of his penis in direct contact with Megan's vagina. He looked forward to their wedding, to the rubber barrier coming off and to their reunion once husband and wife.

******CHAPTER 7********

Friday arrived. Megan drove her Civic through the open gate with barbed wire on top of it. Demon and Savage, chained to the front of the garage, lay panting next to their water bowl. The dogs growled at Megan a little less viciously as she exited her car and walked inside. Over the past few days they became more familiar with her, although she still couldn't approach them.

Things seemed to be going well for Megan. She kept busy mostly answering the phone and helping Leroy with all his papers that needed filing. Each day she felt a little more comfortable here. The lustful stares she had thought Tyrone and Leroy were giving her when she first met them no longer occurred. She began to wonder if perhaps she had misconstrued their looks because she had been so upset. She strolled over to the waiting area. Someone replaced all the girlie magazines with issues of Time, People, and Better House Keeping.

Tyrone came in from the hot garage to cool off a few minutes and sneak a few peaks at his future girlfriend's tight ass as her back was turned toward him arranging the magazines on the table. He imagined bending her over Leroy's desk and feeding her tight twat the full length of his beefy, Negro sausage. Blood quickly rushed to Tyrone's penis. It had been three days since he last masturbated and his large balls grew heavier by the day producing more sperm. He changed his thoughts to his grandmother to control his urges.

Megan turned around. "Hi Tyrone," she said, her gorgeous, bright smile illuminating the room as she greeted him, her luminous green eyes drawing Tyrone into them like an object falling to earth.

"Hello, Megan. What's up?" The erection in Tyrone's pants began returning and grew more unpleasant as he resisted moving his cock to a more comfortable position while in front of her.

"Hey, Tyrone," Megan asked drawing closer to him, her voice getting lower, "When do we get paid today?"

As she came closer, his erection grew harder, his discomfort approached pain. "We usually get paid when Leroy closes shop." Tyrone answered. At that moment he ached to release his cock and bury it inside Megan, to hold her naked body squirming against his, explore her mouth with his tongue, and fill her with his cum. Instead he gave a boyish smile and went back to the hot garage to cool off.

They closed shop. Megan and Tyrone went into Leroy's office. Reggie had stopped by to visit and was bullshitting with Leroy when they entered. Reggie rose to give Megan his seat. Leroy sat behind his big oak desk, now cleared of the mountain of papers, thanks to Megan, and handed Tyrone an envelope filled with money. But he did not have another envelope for her. "Since you started this week, I'll pay you next week," he explained with his semi-toothless grin. "I usually hold a week's pay in advance."

"Is there any way you could give me an advance?"

Leroy looked over to Reggie standing behind Megan's chair. He gave Leroy a slight nod. "I think we can arrange that. How much do you need?"

Megan looked down and hesitated, building courage to spit out the amount -- "four-hundred dollars."

"Four-hundred dollars? You didn't make that much this week." He pulled his calculator over from the edge of his desk and punched numbers into it. "You worked three days, which only comes to $390."

"I know," Megan whined like a little girl. "But they cancelled my car insurance."

Leroy leaned back in his torn leather chair, his beady eyes darting around the room as he thought. The girl obviously had financial problems that could work to their advantage. If her car insurance was cancelled, she was likely late on other bills as well. Keeping her indebted to them while still in need of money would offer even more leverage with her.

"But you already owe $2,800. I can give you $200 now and $200 next week. Will that help you out?"

It wasn't as much as Megan needed, but she could at least start paying some of her bills. "Thank you, Leroy. I appreciate this."

******CHAPTER 8********

The second week went as smoothly as the first for Megan. Friday afternoon arrived. A white clock with black hands and Roman numerals on its dial hanging on the wall behind the counter read 3:00 on its dusty lens. It was a slow afternoon with not much for her to do. She eagerly waited for 5:30 to arrive so she could go home and be with Larry. They had a lot of bills, but also planned dinner and a romantic evening together with some of her pay.

Tyrone looked at a small, black digital clock sitting on top of his tool cabinet in the garage. It read 3:00 as well, but in bright red numbers. Reggie's truck pulled up the driveway and parked next to Megan's Honda. Tyrone heard the crunch of his steps in the gravel get louder as Reggie approached. Reggie walked over to Demon and Savage first, kneeled down and petted the dogs. "Hello pouches, you're good girls," he cooed.

"Right on time," Tyrone remarked.

Reggie stood and came over to him. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready, man. My balls hurt they're so full of cum."

"Good boy," Reggie replied with his gold and white grin. He empathized with the kid, but Tyrone's situation was enviable; soon he would experience the most pleasurable relief imaginable, well worth the discomfort and wait. "I know you're pretty experienced with girls, but don't fuck this up. We're playing head games with her also. If it feels good to her physically she will likely feel guilty and confused afterwards. So once you get that thing in her, take it easy and let her body get used to it. I doubt she's ever taken a cock as large as yours before. Start with slow, easy strokes, pay attention to her response, and try to make her cum a few times before shooting your first load."

Tyrone didn't need the advice. He had been fucking girls since he was 13 years old and had developed an art in lovemaking which he refined over the years. He could finesse any girl. His unusually large penis seduced every female he managed to get it into. He only needed to get inside Megan. But after listening to Reggie anyway, he strolled out to the front gate and clanked it closed. The thick steel chain rattled as he wrapped it around the metal poles and snapped its padlock shut. He made his way over to Demon and Savage and released them from their chains. It was time to go inside.

Megan sat in the waiting area reading an article in People magazine about Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. Unlike the couple in the article, she preferred a suitor from her own race, and wasn't into the whole interracial thing or darker complexioned men.

"Have a nice weekend," Tyrone's voice said. She looked up and saw Tyrone with his keys in one hand and a white envelope in the other.

"Hey, what do you mean have a nice weekend? It's only 3:15. We don't close until 5:30."

"Leroy left already and told me to close up early."