Author: Sampson_Simpson2001 (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com) Title: The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 4: Emmy Goes Public Summary: Emmy's blackmailer forces the sixteen year-old girl to expose herself in a series of increasingly degrading acts of public humiliation. Emmy gets to know the local construction crew - intimately. We watch Emily descend further into her humiliation and shame as she begins to realize just what a filthy slut she actually is. Keywords: M+f, oral, f-solo, blackmail, exhib, humil, reluc, nc, ws The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 4: Emmy Goes Public (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com) Legal Stuff: THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. Thanks for all the feedback on Parts 1, 2 and 3 of the story! Please don't hesitate to email me at sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com to let me know what you think (the more explicit, the better - I get off on reading what people have to say!) and, most especially, if you have any suggestions about what young Emily's blackmailer should force her to do, let me know! ========================================================== The blackmailer didn't contact her again until the following Thursday, giving Emmy time to think about the things she'd done in the warehouse, the things that had been done to her. A few minutes after the show on Saturday night, Emmy had received an email from him, at her real email address; attached to the email was a recorded video version of the show she'd just done. She'd saved the video and deleted the email. During the week, while she waited for the call she knew would inevitably come, Emmy couldn't stop herself from watching the video. Every night, after dinner and saying goodnight to her parents, she would creep upstairs, lock her door and remove her clothes. Then she would open the file on her computer. Expanding it to fill her screen, she marveled each time she saw the way her asshole looked as the buttplug came sliding out of it, gripping the sides of the toy like some kind of pink tubing. Emmy had watched in awe as her butthole gaped open, a broad, dark chasm, pristine for a second before the sperm of the men she'd let jerk off into her ass began to flow out. Finally, five days after the incident in the warehouse, Emmy came home from school to find two packages waiting for her. Emmy looked at the labels. One was from an online shopping outlet she recognized, and the other didn't have logos or markings, only her address. "What's that, sweetie?" asked her mother as Emmy grabbed the packages off the kitchen table. "Just some stuff I bought," she lied. "A new blouse and some other stuff." "Well, don't spend all your summer money," her mother scolded lightly. "It's still a few months before school's out." "I won't, Mom, don't worry!" Emmy headed upstairs with the package, feeling a bit exasperated despite the fact that whatever was in the package hadn't actually cost her a dime. When she got upstairs she locked her door and, heart beating a bit fast, tore open the package from the online shopping outlet. Inside she found a skirt, a tee-shirt, and a long, thin white coat. Emmy's eyebrows scrunched together as she looked at the clothes spread out on her bed, trying to figure out what her blackmailer was planning. Her eyes strayed to the other package. The second of the two packages was a bit on the heavy side, considering its smaller size. Emmy flipped it over, looking at the wrapping. Finally she ripped the flap open and upended the package. Two smaller dildos with round, white bases lay on her bed, alongside what looked like a hands-free device for a mobile phone and a roll of thick, wide tape. Emmy looked at the tape for a moment, then turned her attention to the dildos. Unscrewing the base of one of them revealed a battery inside. She screwed it back up and twisted the base back and forth but couldn't get it to do anything. As she was putting the toys back into the package she noticed one final item - a small piece of paper with writing on it. "Call me now," was all it said. * * * * * The next day Emily woke up early, as the blackmailer had instructed, and left the house before her parents were up, leaving a note that she was driving to the outlet shops for the day and wouldn't be back until maybe suppertime. She drove for thirty minutes along the route the blackmailer had given her, until she arrived at the town he'd specified, a smallish town called Barton that she'd heard of but hadn't had any reason to stop in before. She drove now to the location he'd given her, which turned out to be a Starbucks. Getting out and slamming the door, she brought out the phone and dialed it. "I'm here," said the sixteen year-old girl. "Now what?" "Go inside the Starbucks," said the man. "Get a large coffee and sit by the window." Emmy strode toward the door, careful to keep her coat closed. She was wearing the thin white coat that the man had sent her, and underneath, nothing else; that was what the blackmailer had instructed her to do, and he said he'd know if she didn't. The buttons were fastened but between them her naked skin was clearly visible. She clutched it closed as she entered the coffee shop, trying to be inconspicuous. Emmy did as she was told, wondering what he had in store for her. There weren't many people in the Starbucks; she ordered her Venti Latte and took it to the window area. She chose a comfortable seat and sat down. Her phone rang immediately. As per the blackmailer's instructions, she was wearing the small hands-free earpiece that had come in the package. She clicked to accept the call. "Sit at the window bar," he said. "Facing outside." Emmy looked around but couldn't see anyone watching her. Still, though, she knew he was there, somewhere. Outside the window, across the street, a man was setting up a food cart. She took the seat at the window bar and drank from her coffee cup, grateful for the distraction. "Relax for a while," said the man on the phone. "Don't leave that seat for any reason, under any circumstances." "Not even to go to the bathroom?" asked the sixteen year-old. "Not even to go to the bathroom." He said, and disconnected. For over an hour Emmy sat there. She drank the coffee slowly. It grew cold but soon she had finished almost all of it. She looked at her watch; it was nearly noon. Suddenly she heard a loud whistle. Almost simultaneously, her phone rang. "Hello?" she answered. "Take one of the dildos from your pocket and suck it like you suck a dick." "What?" she said, surprised by the blackmailer's forthright command. "Do it now." Emmy looked around the coffee shop. It was still pretty empty, just a college kid ordering by the counter and a few patrons scattered around the coffee shop. Emmy brought out one of the dildos from in her pocket; it was fairly large and she did her best to keep it out of sight as she brought it up. Facing away from the people in the coffee shop, Emmy began to suck on the dildo like a cock, mindful that her blackmailer was watching. "Good," he said. "Keep sucking, and spread your legs." Emmy's face flushed with embarrassment and something else - excitement, and fear - would she be discovered? The streets in front of the Starbucks were starting to fill with people. She'd noticed them walking by in increasing numbers, often groups of men who looked like construction workers. As Emily sucked on the dildo she spread her legs, feeling the fabric of the coat part in between her legs as she exposed herself in the front window of the Starbucks. The man across the street had opened his food cart. Mercifully, he had set up the cart so that he was facing away from Emmy. Almost immediately a large group of men came from the left and queued up at the food cart. Emmy continued to suck as the men formed a line across the street, facing in her direction. Once of them glanced her way and stiffened. Emmy's legs were spread wide open, her pussy glistening in the noon light. "Keep sucking it, Emmy," said the man. "Let them watch." Emmy continued to suck the dildo, watching the man watching her. He was watching her intently, but trying not to look like he was doing so. Emmy watched him watching her suck the shaft. "Enough," said the voice in her ear. "Now put it into your pussy." Emmy slicked up the dildo with her hand, stroking her spit on the shaft. As she stroked the dildo she realized that more of the men in the line had spotted her. As she watched, two of the men spoke quietly to each other, and then one reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone, and pointed it towards her. The shaft now well-lubricated, Emmy leaned back, sliding her butt out on the stool. The men outside the window tried their best to watch without drawing too much attention to themselves. Behind them, across the street, Emmy saw an older man come out of a restaurant, squint in her direction, his hand up on his brow to block the sunlight, and then cross the street and come close. Emmy guided the dildo toward her pussy. The old man was now staring at her, six feet or so away. The sixteen year-old felt the head at her pussy and reached down to spread her pussy lips open, slowly sliding the lubricated shaft up inside of her. A group of seven construction workers arrived at the lunch cart. Almost immediately a few of them spotted her in the window and one pointed. Several other heads in the lunch cart line turned her way, and before she knew it the entire line was staring at her as she slid the dildo farther and farther into her pussy. Emmy was awash with shame and humiliation, knowing that the glowing, humming core between her legs that was making her so horny now was the part of her that wanted these men to see her, or even to do something to her. Finally the dildo was all the way inside of her. Many of the men had their phones out; Emmy's face grew red as she watched the crowd taking pictures and videos of her penetrating herself. "Open the coat," said the man on the earpiece. Emmy obeyed like a robot, unbuttoning the clasps and pulling the fabric open, exposing her breasts to the men across the street. "Now fuck yourself with that dildo. I know you want to." Emmy glanced around her for a moment, pulling herself from her haze. She realized that the college kid had taken the comfortable seat she'd first chosen and was now watching her intently over his drink, a look of amusement and disbelief on his face. Emmy blushed anew realizing that she had a watcher so close by; he was no more than three feet from her. As they watched each other, the girl began to slide the dildo in and out of her pussy. It gleamed with the lube and her juices. Across the street four of the men peeled off of the group. With a start Emmy realized that they were coming her way, broad grins on their faces as they crossed the street and entered the Starbucks through the side door. Her heart was racing as one of them went to the front counter, talking to the two men there, and the other men sat down in the two window bar chairs to either side of her, sliding them in closer to her. "Looks like you've got some company," said the voice in the headphone. "You'll do whatever they tell you to." Emmy was about to argue when the man to her right, a burly man in his fifties, leaned over and put his hand on her thigh. He leaned in close and said, "Hello there, little lady." Emmy's face was bright red with the embarrassment of these men watching her sitting there dildoing herself. She said nothing, trying not to look at the men. Next to her they were fumbling with something, and Emmy finally stole a glance to one side, realizing that one of the men had his dick out. She looked around the café with alarm; a line was forming at the counter, the two other construction workers in front, and the college boy was still watching her. "You want to help us out with these?" asked the older man. Without looking, Emmy moved her hands out to both sides until she felt a dick in each hand. Slowly she began to jerk them both, knowing the whole time that the men across the street could see what she was doing, could see the dildo in her pussy and could see her jerking off the two men. Another five people had shown up at the food cart; Emmy realized as she pulled on the men's cocks that these were the construction workers from the rather large shopping mall that was being built down the street; that whistle had been the lunch whistle. More men began to trickle to the food cart and soon the crowd had grown quite large. Every time a new person joined the crowd at the lunch cart, it took less and less time for him to notice that the men were all transfixed on something across the street, which of course made the newcomers look themselves. Even the food cart guy had noticed the attention and had turned to look, slowing down the food cart and making the line pile up. Emily realized that the coffee was burning its way through her. She'd drank the entire large coffee, about twenty ounces, and it made its way to her bladder quickly and suddenly. As she jerked the men off she knew she would need to wrap this up soon or she would be in an uncomfortable position. A few more men were crossing the street now, though; one stopped right in front of her and took two photographs with his phone, one underneath the table, capturing Emmy's pussy and the dildo protruding from it, and another photograph of Emmy's face. She burned with embarrassment as she continued to jerk off the two men sitting to either side of her. Then, to her horror, the men on the street entered the coffee shop as well, coming in to stand in the window area. "What do you think, little lady?" asked the man on her right suddenly. Emmy looked up at him; he was probably fifty years old, his hair thinning and disheveled. "Why don't you work this thing over with that mouth of yours?" As before, she was beginning to realize that she felt something incredibly safe about letting others tell her what to do, whether her blackmailer, Randy, or these strangers she was jerking off at Starbucks. Emmy obeyed without a word, turning and leaning over the man. His cock was swollen and throbbing in his lap; it was so hard she wondered if he'd touched it at all for the last month. She slid it into her mouth, momentarily taking her hand off the cock next to her and focusing on the older man's dick. Within seconds she felt him stiffen, and his hand came up and gripped her head, holding it down onto his cock to force it as far into her mouth as he could. The semen landed on the back of her tongue, hot and sticky and thick, and there was a lot of it. Once he'd finished, Emmy straightened up without a word, swallowing the sperm in her mouth. Behind her the other construction workers had formed a barrier, hiding her from the rest of the coffee shop. Across the street the crowd of men continued to watch as she turned to the man on the other side of her, opened her mouth and proceeded to fellate him as well, the man jerking off the cock in his hand until he, too, shot his load up into her mouth. Behind her the coffee shop was really starting to fill up; Emmy couldn't be sure how many people were there for the coffee and how many were there for her hands and her mouth. Again she straightened up, the second man's cum in her mouth, and turned to see another man sitting in the place of the first man she'd sucked. So that was how it was going to be, the sixteen year-old girl realized as she swallowed the load of sperm in her mouth, and then she wondered how long the lunch break would last. * * * * * As she learned, construction workers get two-hour breaks for lunch. For the entire time, Emmy serviced a line of strangers, letting them take a seat next to her and then leaning over them, taking their cocks in her mouth and sucking them off until they came in her mouth. Every time one of them ejaculated into her mouth, the sixteen year-old girl swallowed. There was a tense moment when one of the Starbucks baristas came over to the window to collect empty coffee cups, just as Emily was finishing off another man. He looked shocked for a moment when he saw what was happening there, saw the group of men standing around the young, half-naked girl. Without missing a beat, Emmy swallowed the cum in her mouth and pulled the barista toward her, unzipping his pants and pulling his limp cock into her mouth in one swift movement. He grew hard quickly as she worked and less than a minute later he, too, fired his semen into her mouth. The youth walked off with a smile and a few minutes later, the other barista came over with a knowing smile on his face and a fresh Venti Latte for Emma. He took his seat and she lowered her mouth onto his cock, working him until he finished inside of her. In the end, Emmy lost count of how many men had cum in her mouth. They had formed a large group right outside the window, obscuring her from view, but every time another construction worker came up the street, men from the group would peel off and bring the newcomer over to watch the erotic spectacle through the window. As she sucked off men they would break away, leaving the coffee shop in large, satisfied groups, five or ten at a time, but still more arrived to take their place. Every now and then Emma would hear the voice on the other end of the earpiece say "Good girl, Emma, good little girl. Keep going. You've got a lot of guys waiting for their turn in your mouth." At last, after two hours, the whistle had blown again, and the remaining construction workers had filtered out, a few taking the chance to grope Emmy's breasts before they left. Finally they were gone and the café was relatively quiet again. The sixteen year-old girl felt a strange mixture of exhilaration and shame. Her mouth was slick and sticky with the residue of countless strangers' semen. Still her thin white coat was open, exposing her young breasts and dripping pussy, the dildo still sunk deep inside of her. In front of her the second latte beckoned. Emmy drank it greedily, eager to wash down the sperm in her mouth and throat. After a few minutes the phone rang. Emmy answered it on the headset. "Bravo, Emily!" exclaimed the blackmailer. Emmy could actually hear him clapping on the other end of the phone. "Stupendous! That was even better than I'd hoped!" Emmy didn't say anything, just slurped at the coffee. "Well," said the voice on the earpiece after a second, "stay where you are for a while and relax. Your mouth must be exhausted." "I have to go to the bathroom," Emmy said. She did - badly. The first twenty ounces she'd drank had burned through her fast, and after nearly two straight hours, her bladder was ready to burst. The second latte that the barista had brought over as payment for his blowjob had made matters even worse. The sixteen year-old felt like if she moved at all she'd be in danger of losing control of her overfull bladder completely. "No," said the voice on the phone. "You're going to stay in that seat for as long as I tell you to." "But-" Emmy started. "Don't talk back to me," admonished the blackmailer. "You'll do as I tell you, or you know what the consequences will be." "Can I at least take this dildo out?" Emmy asked, looking down at the plastic shaft protruding from her vagina. "No, you'll leave it in until I say otherwise." Emmy groaned as the phone clicked shut. She had to piss so badly it was the only thing she could think about. Ten minutes passed. She pulled her coat closed, covering her breasts and the dildo protruding from her pussy. One of the baristas she'd sucked off came by and took her empty latte cup, giving her a wink. Another twenty minutes passed. Emmy was practically squirming in her seat. She looked around the store. There were a few afternoon patrons and, she noticed with surprise, the college student was still sitting in the comfortable chair near her. And he was still watching her intently. Had she sucked his dick during the lunchbreak? Looking at the pants he was wearing, Emmy couldn't remember whether or not she'd had him in her mouth. She hadn't even looked at the faces of most of the men, just turned to the cock on the opposite side each time she finished a man off. She tried to avoid eye contact with the college boy but their eyes met for a moment; she registered a look of confusion on his face as he saw her squirming in her chair. Looking at his pants for a moment, Emmy thought she might remember his corduroys having been in one of the seats next to her during the blowjobs. Finally it was too much for Emmy to bear. She pressed the button on the headset to dial the blackmailer. He answered on the first ring. "Hello there, Emily," he said. "How are you feeling?" "Please," whispered Emmy into the headset, trying not to let the college boy see her. "Please, let me go to the bathroom." "I told you already," said the blackmailer. "No, you can't go to the bathroom." "I have to piss so bad!" hissed Emmy, glancing around her. The college kid was still watching her. "I never said you couldn't piss," said the blackmailer coolly. "I just said you couldn't get up out of your chair and go to the bathroom." He clicked the phone off, leaving the sixteen year-old girl alone in the coffee shop, her bladder ready to burst. Emmy looked around the café again. There were about fifteen patrons altogether, although half of them were jumbled up at the counter, ordering coffee from the baristas who kept throwing curious glances her way. She squirmed in her seat for another five minutes, then another ten. The pressure in her bladder was maddening. She literally couldn't move her legs for fear that she would lose control altogether. Emmy found herself bouncing up and down in the window seat, wondering when this would end, when the blackmailer would let her leave. Dimly she was aware of movement behind her; she turned behind her and saw a group of boys, about thirteen years old, settling in the comfortable chairs, each holding a Frappucino. Suddenly Emmy's phone rang; it surprised her and she jerked in her seat, almost losing control over her aching bladder. She clicked on the hands-free device in her ear to answer it. "It's getting crowded in there," said the blackmailer's voice. Emmy said nothing. The blinding pressure in her bladder was all she could think about. She'd never had to go to the bathroom this badly in her entire life. It took every ounce of will she had to hold it in. "We're almost done here, Emmy," the man on the phone said. "There's just one more thing I want you to do." "What?" croaked the girl. "Your chair swivels. I want you to spin it around and spread your legs to those boys." "That's it?" said the sixteen year-old girl. "And then I can go?" "Just do it," said the blackmailer. Emmy obeyed, desperate to get out of the coffee shop. She turned on the chair until she was facing the boys. A few of them noticed her almost immediately and tapped the others, gesturing in her direction. Within a moment the entire group of boys, six or so, was staring at her. Emmy looked down. Her coat was still buttoned up but it was clear that she wasn't wearing much underneath. "Now go ahead, Emily," said the voice on the phone. "Spread your legs." Blushing, Emmy slowly spread her legs open, letting the boys see her vagina and the dildo that was still inserted into it. As she spread them she felt that familiar feeling creep into her, that desire to be watched. She reached down and parted her pussy lips with two fingers. "Very good, Emily," said the man on the phone. "Now I have a surprise for you." The boys' chatter had stopped completely. All of their eyes were transfixed on Emmy's vagina, her lips splayed wide open, the dildo protruding a few centimeters. Emmy looked down at it, and then up at the boys again. And that was when she felt something in her pussy that took her completely by surprise, a humming sensation that took her breath away in an instant and left her reeling. "You see," she heard the voice say in her ear, what seemed like a thousand miles away, "That dildo is a remote-controlled vibrator." Emmy couldn't think, couldn't begin to comprehend what he was saying to her. She arched her back, her pussy splayed out in front of her for the junior high school boys, just a few feet in front of her, to watch, as the vibrations rocked her body. She heard a high-pitched keening sound and realized it was her own voice. And suddenly it was all too much. The pressure in her bladder, spurred on by the contractions of her muscles as the vibrator worked its magic on her, finally broke. Emmy hid her face with one hand, feeling her skin burning with humiliation as she began to urinate. A hushed, astonished titter passed through the group of boys as a stream of clear piss blasted out, filling the distance between them. It splashed onto the table they were seated around. One boy had the sense of mind to snatch up his mobile phone before Emmy's piss could ruin it. "Holy shit," said one of the boys. "Can you fucking believe this?" "Dude, dude, get this on your phone," said another. Several of the boys fumbled in their pockets and brought up their cell phones. Emmy bit her lip in embarrassment as she heard the digital clicks of pictures being taken, but the vibrations surging through her pussy left her completely incapable of stopping herself. As the jet of piss continued to flow Emmy was horrified to feel the twinge in her pussy that signaled the onset of an orgasm. The vibrator deep inside of her was hitting her g-spot perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body; even the humiliation of pissing herself in front of a gang of youths wasn't enough to stop it. As the boys watched, the orgasm ripped through Emmy's sixteen year-old frame, sending more squirts blasting about. The tabletop was covered in urine, the Frappucinos all but forgotten by the junior high school students, as Emmy, powerless to stop herself, came. The carpet beneath the table was stained dark, soaking up the girl's fluids as she continued to orgasm. Finally, nearly a full minute later, it was finally over. The last drops of urine dripped down onto the chair Emmy sat in, soaking the coat. As if on cue, the vibrations suddenly died down and then stopped altogether, leaving the girl feeling empty and spent. "Now, Emily, you may get up and leave, if you like," said the voice in her ear. Without another word, Emmy leapt to her feet, the dildo falling to the floor. She reached down and snatched it up, hurriedly stuffing it into her pocket as she fled the coffee shop, leaving behind the crowd of amazed boys and a puddle of her own piss and vaginal fluids.