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Amy lives with her aunt and takes care of her. She works nights as a waitress but can’t seem to make ends meet. But her aunt does have a very garden out back so she figured it would be the perfect place to grow a little something to supplement her meager income.That is until a loud banging on the backdoor! It’s Mr. Hansen twirling around a strange looking leaf in his hand, Uh Ohhh, Busted!Mr. Hansen is a hot 40 something year old widower! Threatening to call the cops, Amy begs and pleads with him not to.Then Mr. Hansen, takes a lingering once over look at Amy twisted thoughts running through his lonely head. There’s this perky, hot, young voluptuous woman who is throwing herself at his feet willing to do anything."Please, Mr. Hansen, Gerald, please don't turn me in, I'll pay you, I'll do anything, please don't call the police!"He smiled and answered, "I don't want your money, but I like this subservient, pleading side of you and I think something can be arranged."What lewd and twisted arrangement does Amy’s neighbor have in mind?Download "Blackmailed By My Neighbor" right now!
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Blackmailed By My Neighbor
By Helen Havens
Copyright 2017 Helen Havens
All rights reserved.
~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.
I live with my aunt and take care of her because my parents don't want to shell out for an assisted living facility. I work nights as a waitress so it the arrangement suits me and my schedule well enough, but I barely make enough to make ends meet. She’s got a nice little house with a garden out back and it’s very secluded, or so I thought. I had also thought it would be the perfect place to grow a little something to make a bit of extra money on the side.
One night, after I’d put Auntie in bed, around 9pm or so, there was some knocking on the door downstairs. As I was heading to the front door, I had noticed all the commotion was coming from the backdoor. I thought, who the hell could it be and at this hour. But then I thought about my little side venture growing out back, so I rushed over to find out what the hell was someone doing back there. Was it the cops? With a lot of trepidation, I looked out the window to see the next door neighbor standing there, twirling something in his hand. Shit!
I opened the door, trying to play it cool by saying, "Hi Mr. Hansen! What are you doing here?"
Mr. Hansen was a 40-something widower who filled in as a part-time carpenter when he wasn't puttering around in his patio or out running errands. He grinned and replied, "Well Amy, I was trimming my peach tree and dropped the saw over into your yard, so I hopped over to go get it, and noticed some odd plants with these extremely unmistakable shoots." He grasped the leaf up to my face and I attempted to think of some reason, yet nothing came out, so he proceeded with, "Now I know you youngsters have an exceptionally live and let live perspective on pot, shit, I've smoked a joint or two in my day. But I’m afraid the police would react as I have, and if somehow, someone managed to call them you would certainly go to jail for quite a long while, and we wouldn't want that, would we?
I shook my head and begged, "It would be great if you Mr. Hansen, Gerald, kindly wouldn't turn me in, I'll pay you, I'll do anything you ask, but please, I beg of you, don't call the police!"
He grinned and replied, "I don't need your cash Amy, yet I like this subservience, this begging side of you and I think we can find something that suits both our needs."
With that he ran his hand up from my hip, along my slender waist to cup my tit, making it plentifully clear what he was implying. I nearly tore his hand away and slapped him, however I understood that there was no other way, so I took a deep, shivering breath and simply let him grab at me. His other hand began following my tummy along the highest point of my tight workout pants as he said, "Great, now, is your aunt sleeping and is she liable to wake up?"
"She is sound asleep, and I gave her a pill, she’ll sleep through a tornado!"
He had discovered my areola stiffening through my top and squeezed it hard. He gestured and said, “That's great! I think we'll begin with something a little basic."
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