The weekend had gone well.

Hubby caught the early flight out on Friday and Sharon had the day to herself to prepare for a weekend of fun. Her guests started arriving early that evening. Some brought a little extra kick for added fun. Pretty soon the party was in full swing and everyone was getting pretty loose. Sharon was snuggling into her some time lover and was so taken with the freedom of the weekend it wasn't too long before she wound up in bed with him and his friend. By the time hubby returned on the Sunday evening Sharon had converted the house back to its white picket fence of middle suburbia domesticity.

Then eight days later it arrived. A large white envelope with her name on it. No return address. The envelope that signalled the beginning of the change to her life. Opening it Sharon couldn't wait to see what it contained. She wasn't expecting anything, least of all the glossy photos and accompanying note that was contained within. Photos of her at the party. Bent over a table doing a line. Kissing, rather passionately, her lover and several other guests both male and female! Shots through the bedroom window of her engaged in the act...

Sharon froze and stumbled to a chair. Collapsing in it, her trembling hands opened the note.

"Someone's been playing when they shouldn't have. I will be in touch."

Sharon felt her life swarming around her head. Who was this? What did they want? How did they get the pictures? Who have they told?

Her husband was a senior partner in a prestigious law firm. If it got out that his wife was a drug snorting slut it would ruin his reputation. He has political aspirations! Sharon reached for the liquor cupboard. She poured herself a stiff whiskey and drank it; wiping her lips after.

Just then her phoned buzzed with a text message.

"Wear the outfit you wore at the party. Come to the Emerald Star Hotel at 7pm tonight. There will be a note for you at the reception desk. You have fifteen minutes to confirm your acceptance of this text. Failure to follow these instructions will result in the pictures, and more, finding their way onto the internet."

Sharon stared disbelieving at the text. She pushed call to ring the number showing on the message but all she got was a standard message saying the phone was off and offered no facility to leave a message. She poured herself another drink. Her hands were shaking as she looked through the photos again. The photos were fairly graphic. There was no doubting it was her being used by two men in the bedroom.

The phone buzzed again. "Ten minutes to confirm."

She replied. "Who are you? What do you want?" but got no response until five minutes later when a text arrived.

"Five minutes to confirm."

With hands still trembling Sharon had another whiskey. Her mind raced. What could she do? Should she call their bluff and not go? She wanted so badly to do that. To stand up to them and be defiant. Another drink poured with trembly hands as she pored over the images. She blushed at a few of them as they reminded of her of how wanton she had been. She realised she had little choice but to go along with their game until she knew who she was dealing with.

She typed out her message, "I will be there," and pressed send.

Within a minute she got a reply that made her blush.

"Such a good slut."

To be continued...