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- I-I Blackmailing the Queen I-I
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- [Chapter 3 - Modus Vivendi]
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- I sat down in a back booth and ordered a bowl of red chowder. I was a
- bit nervous - confrontation has never been my strong suit - but
- something about the quality of this event had brought out my ruthless
- side. Under normal circumstances I would have been tongue tied around a
- girl like her. Now I was in charge, and there was nothing that could
- change that.
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- She entered the shop about 5 minutes after the final bell would have
- rung - I had cut all my afternoon classes too. I was amused to think
- that she must have hurried indeed to get here so soon after school had
- let out.
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- She looked around the shop, but most of the tables were empty. It was
- primarily a lunch and dinner place, and I knew it would be pretty empty
- for at least two hours.
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- She finally spotted me, and I held my camera up and winked. I could not
- tell if she recognized me, but I doubt it. She'd done such a good job
- of ignoring me, I doubted she was even sure that I went to her school.
- She strode up purposefully and sat down angrily in my booth, facing me.
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- "Are you the guy who left those pictures?" Her voice was a furious
- whipser, but there was a lot of fear there. The anger was clearly
- intended to give her courage and perhaps bully me into giving in. No
- chance...
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- I smiled. "Photography is my life, 'Annie.' Of course, I don't usually
- take those kinds of pictures..."
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- "Sure!" she spat. "I'll bet you creep all night long spying on people
- like that, you pervert!"
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- "I'm a pervert? Maybe you better look at those snapshots again."
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- "Oh, fuck off!" Her voice was a high, nervous squeak.
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- "Take care, now, Annie. You don't want to get on my bad side, now DO
- YOU?" I pointed my finger at her and stared her down.
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- She looked at me with a stunned horror. Our voices were low, but I
- imagine no one (except maybe Bill Arnold) had ever talked to her in
- such a tone, especially no one from the great unwashed masses, like me.
- She was beginning to realize that I had her and I knew it.
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- She looked down at her expensive leather shoes. "Um, no. I guess I
- don't. OK, OK, I'm sorry." She was silent for a moment. "What is this
- all about?"
-
- "That's better. Now, I have the negatives to those photos and I can
- make all the prints I want. What can you offer me to make it worth my
- while not to do that? I mean, imagine how fun it would be to see a
- fucking little princess like you get dragged through the shit." She
- looked up at this, her eyes sad and shocked, but her face as lovely as
- always. "If I'm going to deny myself that pleasure, I have to have
- something to replace it."
-
- "What kind of something?" Her voice was a whisper, her eyes locked onto
- mine.
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- "A better something. Something very, very pleasant. Something like you
- gave Bill Arnold."
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- She bit her lip and shook her head.
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- "Something even better, perhaps." I smiled the smile of the cat who ate
- the canary.
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- She closed her eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened them and smiled.
- The smile was the sort of familar, cosy smile she usually reserved for
- her fellow elite, and she beamed it at me with all the energy she could
- muster. "Oh, come on, be a sweetheart. You saw what that slime made me
- do. Haven't I been through enough? Besides, you look like a nice guy -
- you don't want it like that, you know, forcing me to, do you?"
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- She batted her eyes and tilted her head. A curl of honey brown hair
- drifted over one eye and her face assumed a look that was at once
- innocent, friendly, sexy, and strong. Looking back, it is of course
- obvious that she was trying to manipulate me through those same charms
- that had kept her on top of the pyramid for four years. But at the time
- I was only 16, and very suceptible.
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- She saw the hesistation in my face, and tried to press the advantage.
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- "There's no reason we can't be friends, is there? I mean, do a girl
- one little favor.... uh..... um....."
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- Her smile faded a bit, and I realized that she was trying to remember
- my name. We'd been in school together since the second grade, had even
- been lab partners, and she had never taken even enough interest to
- remember my name. The spell broke.
-
- "Forget it, Annie," my voice was strong and I could see that she knew I
- was not going to play. "No, this is going to be business." Her
- espression fell into one of complete despair.
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- I recognized the look - it was very much like the one she had given Bill
- Arnold when he threatened to rape her if she did not come across with a
- blowjob - but there was a difference. Though she was defeated, she was
- not disgusted, or at least not as disgusted as she had been then.
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- I spread my hands out on the table and sat back in my seat. "Now,"
- began, businesslike and firm, "you're a rich kid. Your parents probably
- own a summerhouse or some rental properties or something, right?"
-
- "What?" She was visibly shaken. Shocked at her failure to charm me,
- she was beginning to see the reality of the situation.
-
- "There must be some place where you can go when you want to party - a
- boathouse or a cabin or something..."
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- "No, I..."
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- "Don't lie to me, Annie. That would be a truly major mistake."
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- She was quiet for a moment, and a tear leaked out of her left eye and
- ran down her face. "Uh, well... our carriage hou... our garage... is
- seperate from the house and has a... a furnished attic."
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- "Where the chauffeur lives?"
-
- "We're not that rich. It's for that, though, I guess. There's a
- kitchen and a little living room..." She paused for a moment, then
- looked at her shoes again. "And a bed... room."
-
- "Perfect. You have a key?"
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- "No, but I know where it is. My dad used to use the rooms as a den,
- kind of, but my mom thought he was taking girls there and she put the
- key away in her jewelry box."
-
- "Good. Get it tonight and make two copies tomorrow at lunch. Meet me
- here after school and give me one of them. I'll give you further
- instructions then."
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- She looked devastated. "You want a _key_of_your_own_!? How long is this
- supposed to go on?" Her voice was choked.
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- I smiled and looked her straight in the eye. "As long as I say, Annie.
- Now be a good girl and do what I said. Or else."
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- She muttered a very childlike, pouty "OK" then got up and practically
- ran away, her arms crossed over her chest as she ran...
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- I sat there for minutes afterward, basking in glorious delight and hard
- as a post in anticipation.
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- ---to be continued....
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