Blackmailing The Untouched

I'll Let You Have Control Over One Thing...

Figure it out?

I sit there and stare blankly ahead, trying to decipher what his texts mean. And then my eyes fall to the red bag on the floor. If I were to show up wearing what’s inside, he wouldn’t know what to do. Maybe that’s what he considers dressing up?

I walk over to where it’s been discarded and dump the contents onto the bed. Pulling up a picture on my phone to give me some sort of instructions on how to put the garments on, I strip naked, then pick up the black lace ruffle panties and then slip them on. They fit the curve of my backside perfectly.

Next, I sit down on the edge of the bed so that I can slide the thigh-length stockings up my legs. I finger the tiny blue silk bows on the sides of my legs.

Afterward, I put on the matching black and blue bra. Lastly, I pull the corset tight around my chest and zip it closed in the front, and then I attach the stockings to the clips on the bottom of the corset. I take a long moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. The garment looks like it was made especially for the curves of my body. My breasts are perky and full, and my backside is plump and round. I don’t recognize myself, I look like one of those models that you see on TV.

Before closing the closet, I quickly apply a bright red lipstick to make my lips fuller. I sprinkle some gold eyeshadow on my eyelids, and then I grab a long black pea coat that reaches my feet before I slip into a pair of silver heels, grab my phone, and leave the Bedroom.

I make my way down the stairs and I can’t help but feel a little bit silly as I listen for Dad’s snoring before I exit the house again.

My heels echo in the night as I take the concrete steps down to my Jeep. I sit in the driveway for a few minutes.

Am I about to do this?

Isn’t there any other way I can stop Dad’s world from crashing down?

I place my fingertips against my temple and rub small circles. I rest my elbows on top of the steering wheel. The rapid sound of my heartbeat bounces off the tiny walls of the Jeep. Even though it’s not very cold inside the car, a strong chill comes over me.

Once I settle the anxiety inside my head, I put the Jeep in drive and begin my way to Zach’s house, taking the roads a little slower than I normally would because I know what’s waiting for me. Or at least I think I do.

If I wanted Sally to know about this situation, now is the time when I would call her. But I don't. I don't want anyone to know.

When I pull up to the white house with the blue shutters, this time, I can barely catch my breath. I spot Zach’s truck parked in the same spot, and the tiny hairs on my arm stand up. The Jeep rolls to a stop, and then I cautiously step out onto the stone pathway to the door.

I can feel the bite of the night’s air on the backs of my legs as I knock once on the wood.

Zach comes to the door after a long pause. The light above us shines over him, and his perfect face is illuminated. His blond hair appears to have a golden tint from the rays.

“You didn’t break our agreement, did you?” He asks with a gaze that searches my brown eyes deeply. His mouth is relaxed, but the muscles in his cheeks are tight.

I try not to think about the embarrassing moment with Toby just last night or the humiliation I suffered from him the night before. “I haven’t.” I shake my head.

It’s then that I feel the pain in my knuckles because I realize that I’ve been clenching the coat closed tightly around my body. I’m nervous for him to see what’s underneath. I’m scared that I won’t be able to let him see what’s underneath.