Jhanda Halder bit his lip as he felt himself pounding the snatch of the woman straddling him from above. He’d arranged the session with the buxom blonde weeks prior, disguising the encounter by telling his wife that he had a technological conference he was required to attend. Like the naive fool she was, she believed him. He held little love in his heart for her or even the children they’d birthed—both came as a result of an arranged marriage, one he’d loathed throughput it’s tenure. He held no sentiments for the conservative aspects of his Indian heritage and this was not the first time he’d rebelled.
In fact this was his third meeting with Liliana, the Russian escort he’d met whilst on a legitimate business trip to the hotel a few months back. They’d struck up a little arrangement: an occasional meet every so often, in the same room, on the same floor, full discretion for both. In return he would slip a small package of bank notes her way on his exit. A simple business deal but one that suited the fifty-five year old. Jhanda grunted as Liliana slid deeper onto his erected shaft. The bed shook vehemently as his bound wrists and ankles pulled against the handcuffs tying them to the bedposts. This was another reason why discretion was of the utmost importance. After their last session Liliana had suggested that they try a little experimentation the next time round. He could place gold plated watches around the abrasions on his wrists and wear longer socks for his ankles but if word got out, he’d be finished.
“Oh my God, John,” Liliana squealed in a sultry Russian intonation. Jhanda was used to people anglicising his name in the corporate world but for now he was too overwhelmed with the ecstasy to even notice. A deep rumbling cake from inside of him. “Oh...oh my days, I’m gonna...” As if on cue, Liliana took her arms off of his chest and rolled over to the side, narrowly missing the spray of Jhanda’s white semen. As Jhanda breathed heavily, revelling in the orgasmic aftermath, Liliana chuckled to herself and shook her head as she wrapped a towel around her breasts and exposed midriff. “How many times I have to tell you, John?,” she asked. “No ejaculate—I’m not wanting to be pregnant.” Jhanda rolled his eyes. It’d been a half decade since he and his wife had done the deed and even then it’d been uneventful to say the least. Liliana showed her dominance in bed and it turned Jhanda on immensely.
“Would you be a dear and get these ‘cuffs off? They’re starting to get a little uncomfortable.”
Liliana nodded and made her way to retrieve the key. Jhanda sneaked a quick peek at her juicy arse as she went. He would’ve slapped the sh*t out of it if he hadn’t been tied up. After three minutes, Jhanda was getting bored. After five, he was getting a tad uncomfortable. After ten, he’d started hyperventilating. Where could she be?, he asked himself. Calm down, she’s probably misplaced the key and is looking around for it. Sure, that sounded reasonable. Jhanda slowed down his breathing, thinking back to an old Hindu meditation video he’d seen on YouTube. Soon his resting heart rate had returned and Jhanda had collected himself together. Eventually Liliana returned, still adorned in the towel from earlier. Jhanda breathed a huge sigh of relief before he saw a professional looking camera held in the blonde’s dainty hands. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her raise it up to her eyes and begin filming him in all his naked glory, a deviant smile set on her glossed lips. “What the f*ck are you doing?!,” he screamed. He struggled to get up and rip it out of her hands but there was no escape from the handcuffs. “Turn that sh*t off! Turn it off, you crazy b*tch!”
“Smile for the cameras!” Liliana giggled as she backed up towards the dresser on the wall. She reached out with her free hand and punched a circle on the frame of the mirror mounted above it. Almost instantly the glass that stretched across the wall increased in opacity, changing from being a reflection to multiple feeds of closed circuit cameras that both simultaneously showed Mr. Halder as he was now and how he was before whilst having sex, not only this time, but both of their encounters before. Jhanda was gobsmacked—so many pictures, so much evidence against him. He was a tech guy so knew that there were hundreds, probably even thousands, of incriminating frames playing in front of him. His head craned to the side as another figure strode into the room, the only indication of her presence being the clicking of her black heels. The woman who came in seemed ominously calm, walking with purpose and poise with her face looking very deadpan and serious. She was attractive in the sense that a rose was, a beautiful sight to behold from afar, but get up close and one would be pricked by its thorns. She wore all black, black dress, black hat, black gloves, giving her the impression of a woman in mourning or a cryer at a funeral.
The woman spoke before Halder could ask her name, her voice monotone and emotionless. “Good afternoon, Mr. Halder,” she said, “We’ve lots of business to discuss. Before you ask, my name is Ms. Deverne and I am the owner of this fine establishment. You obviously know of my cohort here but what you probably don’t know, or I guess you’ve probably worked out by now, is that her real name isn’t really Liliana. The persona of ‘Liliana Kuznetsov’ that you’ve gotten to know over the past few months has merely been a facade. There is no farm back in Moscow, there is no abusive father, no crippling student debt to be heard of. You have been played a fool, sir, and I honestly would’ve expected to receive more resistance from a man of your intellect.”
Jhanda hung his head low. It was true, he’d been well and truly played. He’d been sceptical at first to believe her stories but in his rush to bed her he’d accepted them without caution. What a fool.
“I’ll go to the police,” he whimpered however his tone wasn’t convincing.
“And tell them what? That you went behind your wife and childrens’ backs to sleep with a prostitute twenty years your junior? That you’ve been renting out this hotel room for months so that you could conduct your little, what did you call them, ‘sessions’ behind closed doors. Or what about the fact that you’ve been embezzling funds from your company to finance both your hook-ups and to pay off your Russian mistress’s loan?”
“Thanks by the way, Daddy,” Liliana giggled beside her. The thick accent had completely gone to be replaced by a surly American one that put the final nail in Jhanda’s coffin. He hung his head low—he’d really f*cked up with this one. Tears stung his eyes by now and neither woman wanted to console him. Why would they? They were the sick bastards blackmailing such an easy mark. “What do you want?,” he spat, mustering as much contempt as he could in his pathetic state. Finally Deverne’s expression softened and she smiled.
“We don’t want to ask for too much, Mr. Halder. It will only seem a small sacrifice in lieu of the consequences if you don’t provide what I request from you. First things thirst, you will wire an initial payment of 5 million pounds upfront to my personal bank account in the Bahamas—this is the first of quarterly instalments you will pay to me in order for me and my associate to keep our silence. Before saying anything I know that is chump change to you; you own a multi billion dollar tech conglomerate that makes excess of the amount I’m asking every hour. I will give you the details of my accountant so you can make the payment within forty-eight hours. You can say that the expenses are to finance an up-and-coming hotel chain that you’ve recently bought stocks in, off the books. If you don’t do it, expect us to release any and all surveillance pertaining to your affair. You’ve seen that the evidence is damning.”
“Secondly, you will permanently ‘loan’ me as many plans, prototypes and projects from your database as I desire. Don’t worry, I have no plans to sell them off myself, despite how lucrative that market could potentially be. I have an associate on my payroll that is interested in the development of our hotel’s technological capabilities and I’m interested how they could utilise your research for our shared benefit.”
“Last but not least, I require a favour in the future of my choosing. I don’t feel a need to divulge anything else at the moment but when I call, and I will call, I expect that you will do what I ask immediately and without hesitation.” Jhanda scoffed—she said it like he should be on his hands and knees, waiting like an obedient for her orders. Three wishes and he was her genie. “And what if I don’t want to agree to the terms you’ve given?”
Ms. Deverne grinned again, sending shivers down Mr. Halder’s spine. “Then not only will I expose you for the lecherous cheat you are, I will send you back to your family with the mind of a grovelling schnitzel.” Jhanda chuckled but neither Deverne nor ‘Liliana’ joined him. Liliana was completely stoic while Deverne had a knowing smile on her lips. She seemed to be deriving genuine delight from threatening him and Jhanda realised she, at least believed, had the power to back her claim. He gulped and nodded his head. Deverne’s smile faded soonafter and it was back to business as usual.
“Good choice, sir. I truly believe that you’ll come to appreciate our little arrangement in the near future. In the meantime, I am going to fetch a contract for you to sign and then I’ve got a couple calls to make. Liliana, unlock the man from his bindings but do make sure he’s incapacitated first.” Liliana nodded her head to her boss before turning to face Jhanda. She made a show of cracking her neck, fingers and spine before looking into the scared man’s eyes. “No hard feelings, eh?” Before Jhanda could say anything he’d been punched squads in the jaw, blacking out as the disingenuous Russian girl smiled above him.
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