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Keely gets Blackmailed, Chapter 1

She knew she was good at her job, but even so, without her team adapting and rolling with the punches, this could have been a total disaster. She was fiercely proud of them and she felt truly blessed to have been surrounded by such wonderful people.

They had earned this dinner. (And it WASN'T cheap!) It had taken a little bit of finesse to finance and reserve the Capital Club but the view from the 28th floor was amazing. The skyline was gorgeous from up here and the steaks smelled divine.

She stood at the front of the tables and raised her glass, a full bodied red with hints of oak and sage, and the team quieted. She could feel their eyes on her, one set in particular.

"I want you all to know how happy I am to work with such a beautiful (shouldn't she have said great?) group of people. I truly appreciate all you do for me every single day." (Her eyes keep drifting to Misty, thinking of the things she would LIKE to do to truly show her appreciation) "Without this team doing what you do, as well as you do, there is no way our projects would be a successful. I thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. Salud!"

The team drank and there was a smattering of applause. She couldn't help but watch the languid ripple as Misty swallowed, her wine glass held with unintentional grace, a grace and beauty she wasn't even consciously aware of but had slowly been driving Keely crazy as she had watched this woman over the course of several years.

She longed to touch this woman. To take her sun tanned, delicate face in her hands and kiss her mouth with all the passion that burns inside her. She had always thought women were beautiful but this was the first woman to make her WET just by looking at her. The first woman to awaken a true and deep lust inside her. She wanted to rip the clothes off of her tall, lean body and worship the flesh beneath. She wanted to plant kisses on every inch of this woman who would be right at home in a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

She wanted her face slick with Misty's secret nectar and hear her cry out as she orgasms, grinding against her mouth. Her mind races through a dozen sapphic fantasies that all ended with their naked bodies entwined in a twist of feminine limbs and wet openings.

It was at this point that she saw HIM.

He was young. Young enough that she should have felt ashamed to have noticed how hot he was. Young enough that she shouldn't be having thoughts of him behind her yanking her hair while burying himself inside her. Shouldn't be thinking about how he would look with that sweater off, bare chested and virile. Shouldn't wonder how many times he could get hard before the sun came up in the morning.

Jesus! Her mind just wasn't under her control anymore. She didn't know who he was or what he was doing up here, but he looked right at home. He probably hadn't seen his twenty-second birthday yet and probably got carded everytime he tried to order a beer.

Not that he looked like he drank much beer! She thought it more likely he spent more time in the gym than the local watering hole. His shoulders were broad and even under a sweater she could tell that his arms were hard and muscular. She wanted to know what it would feel like to hold those arms in her hands with him on top of her. She wanted to know how his abs would look as he worked himself in and out of her.

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as her thoughts careened down these carnal byroads. She felt so slippery, like she was in heat. She was amazed there wasn't a dark spot in the crotch of her outfit.

He met her eyes for a moment and smiled a million dollar smile. It made his face look even younger. It was the sort of smile that had probably evaporated more than one pair of panties in its day. She silently wished that a man like this would somehow want a woman older than him. That she could feel, just once, the passion of a young stud taking her and ravishing her body.

Lost in her thoughts, she almost missed the fact that he was coming across the room towards her until he was nearly upon her.

"Very nice toast. I wish MY boss was as nice as you." His voice was young and vibrant and full of life. His smile made little dimples in his cheeks and she was momentarily tempted to hug him tight and kiss that mouth until they were both out of breath.

"Thank you. I'm sure your boss adores you if she has any sense at all." Nothing wrong with a little flirting, she could feel her team watching her but she hadn't been TOO obvious with her desire.

"He. And no, not really. He is sort of a jerk." He clenched a fist to his heart like he was wounded, "Perhaps one day I will have a boss like you."

Was he flirting back? She smiles, thinking perhaps he is. Little smooth talker too! This could get to be VERY interesting.

"Are you with anyone? Why don't you join us, we're a friendly bunch." She didn't want him to leave, even if she couldn't fuck him, he made for wonderful eye candy. She might even take a bath later and finger herself while thinking about him between her legs.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't be imposing on your little celebration?"

Just then Misty came bounding up, her energy bubbling over and oozing sexuality.

Oh shit, she thought, here we go. She would lose his attention now. And she really couldn't blame him. Misty was hot with a capital H. She had a body that just wouldn't quit and a face that belonged on a magazine cover. Any man would go gaga over her. Hell, half the time Keely looked at this young sexpot, SHE felt like tearing her clothes off and rubbing against her until they both melted.

"Who's your friend?" Even her VOICE dripped sexual venom. And the fact that she had absolutely no idea how much she turned people on added to her charm. Just for a fleeting moment she sort of hated her. She knew it was just jealousy and she shouldn't feel it, but this guy was SO cute!

"Chuck. Well Charlie, actually. But I like Chuck, all my friends call me Chuck.", he says, shaking her hand. He looks back at Keely and says, "Your boss......"

"Keely", she says into the pause.

"You're boss Keely was kind enough to invite me to eat with you guys. You don't think I would be intruding, do you?"

"Of course not! Keely is the best!" She places her hand on his arm, laughing her cute little laugh (damn her!) "I'm Misty, by the way. Come and sit."

She drags him over to where she had been sitting, to an empty chair. (Certainly it was only because the chair was empty, NOT because she was trying to keep him away, all to herself.)

She watched through the meal, hyper aware of Misty flirting with this young stud throughout the meal. And why shouldn't she? He was very sexy and she wasn't married. Why should a married woman be jealous of that? Just because Shane liked her to fuck other men didn't mean she had to compete with single women for every guy she found attractive.

As people finished up their meals, they started getting up and moving more towards the bar, sipping at after dinner cocktails. Keely decided to join the two budding lovebirds, sitting opposite Misty, leaving Chuck between both ladies.

His eyes returned to her and he flashed that smile again. "Misty was just telling me how great it is to work for you. Damn. I need to change careers!" She beamed at the praise. (And at the idea of this man working "under" her.)

She reached out, without thinking (VERY unlike her) and caresses his arm, feeling his bicep beneath the sweater. "I would LOVE a man like you on my team." His eyes widened and they BOTH felt a spark. The sexual tension flared with an intensity that she wouldn't have even been conscious of before her and Shane had decided to become very naughty individuals.

In that moment, in their minds eye, they were already fucking. Deep, passionate rutting, twisting and clawing at each other as they race towards orgasm. She could see it in his face, she knew his cock was hard and rigid in his pants without even looking. She felt that flush of heat like a shockwave through her body. The KNOWING. The wicked knowledge that this man wanted to be inside her.

He had forgotten Misty completely. Nothing else existed in this moment but his monumental desire to fuck this woman whose fingers still rested on his arm. Whose energy still resonated and entwined with his. He had rarely felt raw need this deeply before.

In a moment it was over. She removed her hand but they still looked at each other. If either of them had the wherewithal to notice Misty, they would have seen a look of pure lust on her face as well. Their energy exchange hadn't gone unnoticed and it had made her as wet and slippery and ACHEY as she had ever been.

The moment had shaken her a little bit and her head felt loose and SWIMMY. Her thoughts as slippery as her inner folds felt. She needed a moment and excused herself, no longer concerned with whether or not he might decide he was interested in her or Misty. Maybe she would be better off if Misty dragged him out on the town and away from her. His aura seemed to overwhelm her a bit.

Plus she didn't technically have Shane's permission for an adventure tonight. She didn't think he would mind, he is so damned kinky, but still. She wouldn't feel right without his express consent.

She found herself at the bar, contemplating another glass of red. But when the bartender asked what she wanted, it was a Jack and Coke she ordered. Evidently her primitive brain had overridden her conscious brain, demanding something a little stronger to calm her back down.

The restaurant had a small balcony area, deserted because of the chilly weather and she slipped out, unnoticed to get some air. The ice clinked musically in her tumbler and she sipped at her drink, the liquid fire burning her throat and warming her insides.

She took out her phone and tested Shane.

OMG. Honey. You won't believe what just happened.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

What? Everything ok?

Her fingers flew on the face of the phone, typing and trying to capture her experience in words.

Yes. But there is this guy. A kid really. Early 20's. My God he is sexy.

Are you flirting with him? Is your pussy wet?

I'm not flirting right now. But I touched his arm. I don't know what happened. It was like......some sort of energy hit me. Like a freight train. He felt it too. I could see it. In that moment I knew he wanted me.

And you want him? Where is he now? Who is he?

God yes. Yes. I want him. But I don't KNOW him. He is just a guy that was eating here alone. And he started talking to me.

Keely. Where is he now?

I left him with Misty :-( He is probably fantasizing about her right now. I panicked and went outside for some air. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how you would feel. Plus EVERYONE is here!

Keely, if you want him, take him. Leave with him. Get a room somewhere. Or bring him back here if he will come.

I don't know. I don't think I can.

If you want him, I want you to fuck him. If you don't come back here, take pictures.

It's too late. I know it. He's with Misty!

Her face was lit up with the soft glow from her phone and she was so intent on her conversation with Shane that she didn't even notice she wasn't alone anymore.

"Aren't you cold out here?" She jumped, startled and nearly dropped her phone. Quickly she hit the button that shut off the screen and stuffed it back into her clutch.

"Jesus! You scared me!"

"You looked pretty intense there. Everything ok?" The words were almost an echo of Shane's concern earlier. And what should she say? Maybe she should just tell him and see how he reacts.

"I was texting my husband." He looked a little crestfallen as she said that. Maybe a little ashamed as he blushed a bit and shifted his weight from side to side. It wasn't like she wasn't wearing a wedding ring. She had seen him look at it earlier.

"I see. Well maybe I should", he started to say but she cut him off.

"I was texting him about how sexy you are and how much I want you." He gaped at her, stunned at her words.

"Are you serious?" He looked like she had poleaxed him. His mind having trouble wrapping around the words she spoke. The wind gusted and his hair stirred tantalizingly in the draft.

"Yes. I'm very serious." Her voice was a whisper, barely heard over the sound of the wind.

"What......what did he say?!?"

"He said if I wanted you, to take you." His eyes widened even more. She nearly laughed it was such a comical look. And as much as she felt her cheeks flushed with embarrassed excitement, she could see the color in his cheeks was even deeper.

"But I have to take pictures for him. It's the rule."

The stunned look drained out of his face. What replaced it took her breath away. Had she thought that they had exchanged a sexual energy back inside when she touched him? That was nothing compared to the raw NEED she saw in him now. His hunger slapped her in the face (and maybe hit her somewhere a little lower as well, a soft and squishy little place that felt hot and lathered) and he stepped towards her, moving her so that no one could see them if they happened to glance out the window.

She felt her back press against the stucco finish of the wall and his lips were on hers. There was a desperate, clawing need to his mouth, a boiling lust that reminded her of high school hormones out of control.

His hands were on her, groping without finesse. His lust reducing him to an animal, stealing his coordination. He didn't try to speak, didn't bother with asking, he pawed his way under her shirt and grabbed her breasts with mindless hunger.

The wall pressed painfully against her back and she was afraid someone would come looking for her. She began to panic and wondered at how much longer she could resist ripping his shirt off in her own need to touch his flesh.

"We.....we can't. Not here. Someone will look for me! Someone will see." She managed the words between his kisses, his tongue invading her and making her wonder what that tongue would feel like on other parts of her anatomy.

"Don't worry, they were all talking about how you left without saying goodbye. They think you went home."

His mouth was on her again. Her resolve evaporating, eroding inexorably. She had only moments before rational thought would leave her altogether.

With one hand she pushed his chest hard, breaking the kiss.

"We can't here. We will get caught!"

He looked momentarily wounded. She could see the lust in him that wouldn't be denied. His eyes darted past her left shoulder and lit up.

He reached out for a door handle she hadn't noticed and he pulled open a door that should have been locked but unfortunately (or fortunately?) had been over looked.

The door opened onto a small janitorial closet, mops, buckets, cleaning supplies in neat rows on shelves. Not a romantic room, but as he pushed her inside, she allowed it. He closed and locked the door, the interior lit by a bare incandescent bulb above them. The wind was cut off and in the silence they could only hear their rapid breathing.

For a moment time stood still. Were they going to do this? It was so sordid. So wicked.

Before she had time to think too much, she dropped to her knees in front of him and clawed open his pants, releasing his hardened cock just inches in front of her face. The sight made her moan out.

She opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking his cock in her wet and waiting mouth, loving the sound of him groaning as she surrounded his flesh with her willing mouth.

She sucked the length of his shaft into her mouth, using her hand to stroke his shaft at the same time. He groaned out in pleasure as her head bobbed on him, the wet sounds of her effort echoing slightly in the cramped room.

She felt his hands grip her head as he began thrusting deeper into the heated confines of her mouth. His cock sliding between her soft lips. Her tongue working against the underside of his shaft, applying pressure against that sensitive flesh.

"Oh fuck. Jesus, you suck so good. Mmmmmm. Fuck. Suck me baby. Suck my cock."

His dirty words were like pouring kerosene on a campfire for her. She could feel herself clenching in need and her juices were running freely out of her as she sucked this big, beautiful cock. Taking this hot, young man into her body and wanting more.

Suddenly he took her by the shoulders and stood her up, pushing her roughly against the shelves and knocking over bottles and cans as he dropped to squat in front of her.

He ripped her skirt up and out of the way, taking her panties in one strong hand and yanking them down. She could hear the elastic pop and knew that he had ripped the delicate garment, ruining it in his hurry to have access to her slick, wet hole.

His tongue jabbed up inside of her and her knees went weak. She may have fallen if it hadn't been for him pinning her tightly to the shelves, the cheap laminated pressboard digging into her back as his lips latched onto her clitoris, sucking hard.

She felt two of his fingers slip inside her molten core and start their rhythmic thrusting while his tongue flicked her tiny, hardened button making her moan and thrust against his youthful face.

She couldn't believe this man, this young twenty-something had his face under her skirt while he was licking her horny little pussy. She could feel her orgasm building fast and within moments she grabbed his head and was bucking and grinding herself into his face, soaking him with the lust.

As her orgasm abated, he looked up into her eyes, his face shiny and wet, and smiled. Then he was on his feet and spun her roughly towards the back wall.

She braced herself, palms flat against the wall as he tore at her skirt, pulling it all the way down.

Her pocketbook was still miraculously over her shoulder and she popped it open, desperate to find one of the condoms she had started carrying with her. Her fingers brushed against the little package and she fumbled it out of the little clutch.

"Here", she said as she thrusted the packet back at him, "Use this!" All thoughts of taking pictures had fled her mind and she wouldn't remember until after and it was too late. She would regret it later, when Shane punished her for being inconsiderate.

She heard the foil rip and seconds later he pinned her hard against the wall, the rock hard shaft of his manhood pounding into her without preamble. Her breath was taken away and she exhaled hard little grunts in time with him thrusting.

Her pussy clenched and clung to him like it wanted to keep him deep inside but he sawed in and out with the hard and fast strokes of the young and horny. He was past any rational thought of finesse or style. He was raw need and her body was his to take.

He rammed into her with breathy moans of his own, his tempo increasing as their bodies slapped wetly together. And then he drove deep and held it there, hard grunts coming from behind her head as she felt him spasm and jerk inside her.

Her body orgasmed at the feel of his jerking cock trying to spray her cervix with his hot milky cum and for a moment they were locked in ecstasy together. Their orgasmic bliss blending and amplifying each other's experience.

And then he slipped out of her, the condom heavily laden with his spend. She stood, facing the wall and trying to catch her breath. Her skirt around her knees and her panties a ruined mess around one ankle.

The supply closet had become hot and stuffy, their body heat trapped in the little square space and she felt her body covered in a layer of sweat. She knew her face was flushed and her hair frizzy from him pulling it while he drove into her.

Her top was askew from his groping hands but pretty much intact. She stepped out of her panties, they were ruined, the elastic broken and they lay loose and useless at her feet.

He saw them and bent down, snatching them up from the floor and holding them in front of her face.

"These are mine." She laughed at his youthful exuberance. His claiming of the trophy.

"You keep them baby. You earned them." Her smile was feline and satiated. She couldn't believe this young stud had just fucked her hard in a janitors closet!

He finished pulling up his pants and straightening his clothes. He couldn't resist leaning in to kiss her one more time. She loved the feel of him pressed against her and as the kiss grew deeper she could feel him stiffening again.

My GOD! Youth!! She was tempted to fuck him again right here and now but she had been gone too long as it was. How was she ever going to explain where she had been?

With one hand she pushed him back, breaking the kiss.

"You go. Get back inside and then leave. I am going to stay here for 5 more minutes and then go in. I don't want to be seen coming back in with you."

He looked a little hurt but flashed her that smile again. "It was good, wasn't it?"

"Of course it was. The best." She reached out and cupped his face gently with the palm of her hand. He laughed and ducked out of the storage room before he could lose his courage.

She waited a full five minutes, checking her phone for the time about a hundred times in the five minutes span. Finally she slipped out of the room, locking it behind her.

She approached the sliding glass door and as she reached for the handle, it slid open. There was Misty, coming out in the balcony for some air. She jumped, startled to see Keely and gasped aloud.

"What are you doing out here? I thought you left."

"N-n-nothing. Just making a phone call to Shane." Her lie sounded thin even to her. Misty didn't look convinced.

She slid the door closed and stepped out with her boss.

"Didn't I just see Chuck come in from out here?"

Panic flashed through her like a stroke of lightening. Her pupils dilated and she grasped desperately for a believable story.

"He, he came out to smoke I think."

Misty's eyes washed over her, taking note of her slightly frizzy hair, her flushed cheeks. That certain after sex energy still dancing through her soul.

"Oh my God. You FUCKED him!"

"I didn't!" Her voice was high and panicky.

"Yes you did! I can see it. What if Shane found out?" She was excited, Keely could tell. Her voice pitched in that "just us girls" tone. Scandalous.

And fuck! She had forgotten all about taking pictures for Shane! He was going to be angry. He will probably insist on punishing her. And not a funtime punishment. Something kinky and unpleasant. And she knew she deserved it. (Was it possible that her pussy just flooded again at the thought of her perverted husband dreaming up some cruel sexual punishment for her?)

"Listen Misty, I didn't fuck him. Hell, he is too young for me!"

Misty got an aggressive look in her eye, one that made Keely feel a little gushy inside. She stepped up and Keely backed away until her back hit the balcony railing, stopping her.

Without hesitating, Misty reached under her skirt. Of course she didn't have her panties anymore and Misty's eyes widened as her fingers brushed against her supervisor's soaking wet labia, the folds opening and her bruised and swollen flesh swallowing this young beauty's fingers to the second knuckle.

"Oh my. You little slut. No panties. And I can tell a freshly fucked pussy when I feel one. I KNOW you fucked him. And if you don't want me to tell Shane about it, you are going to be doing things for me starting Monday."

Oh my God! Was she trying to BLACKMAIL me? With SHANE?!? It was laughable. She thought Shane would be angry, maybe leave her if she told this secret. She had no idea that Shane TOLD her to fuck him. But still, this MIGHT be fun.

Feigning a frightened tone she asked, "What sort of things Misty?"

She pulled her fingers out of Keely's wet, dripping hole and forced those fingers into her mouth, roughly.

"Well for starters", she said as she forced Keely to clean her wetness off of her fingers, "for lunch Monday you're eating my pussy. I hope you're hungry because it's going to squirt all over your face." She turned and walked away, stopping at the sliding glass door and looking back at her boss. "Better bring a towel."