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(Note: I am not the author, I am only the decoder.

There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife".  I am posting
them both, as BM1 and BM2.

If you are the author of this piece, I would like to get your name
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to your work in our archives, so you get the credit you deserve in all
future
reposts.  Please email me.

The following story deals with strong and explicit sexual themes.  If
you're
not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)






                              BlkMldWf.zip - 4/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 4

      The powerful Jaguar sports car purred smoothly along the highway,
going
south out of San Diego.  Ann Morrow relaxed back in the passenger seat
and let
her long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip stream of
the car.
She felt completely relaxed and at ease for the first time in six
months.

      She gazed over gratefully at Julia, the driver.  She had been the
one who
had lifted this veil of self pity she had thrown around herself when
Dave had
left for fleet duty in Vietnam last January.  This trip was going to be
wonderful for her and Julia had convinced her she should forget
everything and
leave her troubles behind for the weekend.

      "Let's pretend we're eighteen again," Julia had said just before
they had
left, "and we don't have an attachment in the world."

      She had explained to Ann while they had several martinis in her
sumptuous
apartment overlooking the harbor at San Diego.  "We've won this trip
from the
office for two, all expenses paid for three days to Tijuana and the bull
fights, so let's make the most of it."

      After the third martini Ann decided it might be fun.  She needed
some
kind of diversion to keep from going mad.

      Julia had warned her that they would have to watch themselves as
there
were some pretty unsavory characters down there who would like nothing
better
than to take advantage of a couple of good-looking and fancy-free gringo
girls,
but if they were careful and watched their step they could have a good
clean
weekend of fun.  Ann had thought it a wonderful idea and had agreed to
try and
not think about her loneliness. For the first time since Dave left, she
was
going to enjoy herself.

                                  *    *    *

      Ann had met Julia several months ago when she had taken a job as a
secretary in one of the large department stores in San Diego to relieve
the
boredom while Dave was away.  She had written to him about her plans and
he had
answered that he thought it was a good idea for her to keep herself
busy.  She
had been expressing her depression to him too much lately in her letters
and he
had good-naturedly admonished her about this -- saying he didn't want a
worried
looking old hag of twenty-two years old for a wife when he returned.

      Julia was the first real friend she had made since her husband's
departure.  She was Mr. Schroeder's, the store owner's, private
secretary and
also had a husband who was away at sea.  That gave them something in
common
right way.

      Julia had invited her out for coffee the second day she was on the
job
and they had hit it off immediately, even though she was six or seven
years
older than Ann.

      Julia was a little different in many respects and Ann recognized
this,
but at least, she was someone she could talk to and unburden her
frustrations
on.  She hadn't seen much of Julia after office hours but had gone out
with her
several times in the evening for a quiet drink when she had been overly
persistent.  Ann had much rather go home and read a good book or compose
her
nightly letter to Dave which usually took up four or five pages.  This
alone
took two or three hours.

      She hoped he had the time to read them -- though she sometimes
wondered.
His answers would ignore some of the most important points -- and he
hadn't
been writing much lately, in fact, his last letter was over a month
ago.  This
was beginning to hurt Ann and she sometimes had difficulty in sleeping
at night
--  wondering if he still cared as much for her.  Her concern gradually
turned
to frustration and then to anger with him for neglecting her this way.

      Perhaps, as Julia had suggested, she had just let him take her too
much
for granted -- perhaps she should go out once in awhile and let off some
steam
-- maybe it would teach him a lesson...

      Ann was not quite so certain that Julia was the devoted wife she
made
herself appear to be.  Her husband was a Commander who was making a good
income
but this didn't seem to be able to satisfy the expensive tastes that
Julia had.

      Her apartment alone must have taken his entire salary per month,
even
without the minks, the sports car, and club memberships.

      Ann wondered about these things but never really discussed them.
Julia
had mentioned once that her husband had inherited some money so this
could be
the answer.  Ann couldn't quite put her finger on it but she knew that
Julia
wasn't worrying the way Ann herself did.

      She also felt that Julia might be just a little jealous of her. 
She had
caused quite a stir in the store when she had first gone to work and had
taken
away much of the attention that Julia was receiving from the male
employees
herself.  She knew this hurt Julia as she throve on attention and was
quite a
beautiful girl.

      Her figure was almost as perfect as Ann's and her face was a
chiseled
perfection that would have been the delight of a Greek sculptor.  Her
hair was
a silky jet black and always in the latest hair-do.

      Ann wondered sometimes how she found so much time to have it done
when
working as the owner's secretary.  But somehow she did, and this was
perhaps
the thing that Ann admired most -- her efficiency and self-reliance.

      Julia didn't seem to worry about Bob, her husband, as much as Ann
did
about Dave -- and, seldom mentioned him.  She took things as they came
to her
and she didn't appear to suffer as much as Ann or the other wives did.

      Ann suspected that there was something between Julia and Max
Schroeder,
her boss.  He was notorious for the parties he gave at his palatial
estate and
Julia often attended these.  But Ann had nothing concrete, no reason to
think
Julia was going to bed with her boss.

      Julia tried to get Ann to attend some of these parties, saying it
would
relieve her boredom and she owed it to herself not to be so tense and
worried
all the time.  She also had tried to get Ann to go to Tijuana for the
weekend
with her several times but Ann had always managed to find some excuse --
in
reality, she had no interest in these things and for entertainment would
have
preferred a quiet movie.  She had never really liked to drink, except
for one
or two daiquiris before dinner when Dave was home.

      She had the feeling that Mr. Schroeder was interested in her and
that
might have been the reason Ann was hired.  Many of the other Navy wives
had
tried to find jobs but said it was impossible.  They had almost
succeeded in
convincing Ann not even to try.

      She had gone to the Schroeder store and been interviewed by the
woman
personnel manager who had informed her that there were no job openings
at
present and probably would not be in the near future but would keep her
application on file.  Mr. Schroeder had walked in during the interview
and Ann
could see him take more than casual notice of her.  Nothing was said at
that
time but several days later she received a call to come to work -- and
at a
very good salary.

      Since that time she had caught the boss watching her several times
-- she
could detect in his looks more than just an appreciation of her beauty
-- it
was an outright lewd appraisal.  He had made many invitations but Ann
had
always coldly refused.

      She shuddered just thinking about him and could not understand how
Julia
could stand to be close to him.  He was short, bald, had a huge stomach
and was
always perspiring, even in the air-conditioned store, he always chewed a
large,
fat cigar between his heavy lips.  He was absolutely repulsive to Ann. 
It was
inconceivable to her that Julia was receiving money to live the way she
did by
going to bed with him.

      This was one reason Ann had always refused the invitations to go
to
parties at Schroeder's estate.  But Ann still trusted Julia implicitly
and felt
it was none of her business what Julia did.

      She was so understanding and nice to talk with, that Ann couldn't
help
feeling Julia had a real interest in her welfare, that the invitation
were
really a good-natured attempt to get her out of the shell of self- pity
into
which she had withdrawn.  For this, Ann was grateful to her and had
often
explained that she didn't really need gay parties to keep her mind from
Dave's
absence, that her books and letters from him would keep up her spirits
until he
returned.

      Julia had seemed to accept this explanation after a while, and did
not
bother her with further invitations, except for the occasional drinks
they had
together after work.

      This time it was different, there had been a contest at the store
for the
best slogan to use during the spring sale.  Every employee had been
required to
submit one.  She had not thought much of hers, which she had turned in
at the
last minute, but somehow she and Julia had tied for first place and had
each
won a prize of an expense paid weekend to the bullfights in Tijuana.

      She hadn't really wanted to go, but under the circumstances, it
was
difficult to find an excuse not to -- besides, she felt she needed it
now. Dave
had been gone for six months and was flying missions over Hanoi and Ann
was
almost going out of her mind with worry.

      Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Julia's voice, "Mexico
coming
up, border's right ahead."

      "Wonderful, I can't wait!" Ann replied.  She had been down only
once
before, with Dave before he left, and the girls had made reservations at
the
same hotel.

      "Pull your skirt down," Julia suggested laughingly.  "If the
Mexican
border guards see a knee they'll keep us here an hour checking
everything in
the car just so they can look."

      Ann did as she was told and they passed through the customs
station with
just the usual quick questions, though she did notice the admiring look
one of
the young border guards cast in their direction.  Looks of this kind she
didn't
mind.  In fact, she appreciated them.

      The scenery across the border changed immediately It had shocked
her the
first time she had seen it and it still did.  The clean, neat buildings
and
houses of California changed to the decrepit and decaying buildings of
old
Mexico.  Even those built within the last six months seemed to have a
sense of
shoddiness about them.  They always looked the same way from the time
they were
built until they collapsed or were torn down.

      The same smell was there too, that of burning meat in the streets
from
the vendors who cooked their hot tacos on the corners.  Noise was
everywhere --
horns were blowing and people were screaming at each other for no
apparent
reason.  Children were selling everything imaginable on the sidewalks,
and
running up to the car to thrust chewing gum, cashew nuts, and souvenirs
right
in their faces.

      One boy not more than twelve, reached into the car and squeezed
Ann's
right breast tightly.  She jumped in surprise and slapped at him but he
ran off
into the crowd, laughing.

      "Did you see what that little -- little -- brat did?" she choked
disbelievingly to Julia.  "He... he grabbed my breast!"

      "Honey, you'll be lucky if that's all that gets grabbed in this
town.
You've got to watch them every minute and use all four of your hands for
protective covering," Julia said, laughing it off.

      "Well, it wasn't funny.  I've never been so insulted in my life,"
Ann
pouted, still unable to believe it had happened.  "They had just better
not try
that again.  Don't they have any respect for a woman at all?"

      "Only when she's flat on her back on a bed, dear," Julia replied,
"but
we're big girls, we can take care of ourselves.  Don't worry about it."

      Ann was upset and furious all the way to the hotel and was
relieved when
they arrived.  She felt safer now, away from the clanging noises and
cries in
the streets.  It would give her a chance to adjust a little more slowly
to this
sudden change in tempo.

      The hotel was beautiful, and immediately memories of Dave flooded
her
mind.  If only he were here, she thought, everything would be perfect.

      It was called the El Cortez and the architecture was typically
Spanish,
with low curved arches for doors and beautifully colored tiles on the
walls and
floors.  Lush green plants in large ceramic pots in the lobby gave the
place a
tropical atmosphere.

      They checked in and followed the bell-boy up to their suite.  It
was on
the seventh floor, at the top of the hotel, and commanded a view from
the
terrace of the patio with a lovely Spanish tile swoons pool surrounded
by palm
trees.  Colorful umbrellas were scattered about the edge of the pool,
looking
like giant mushrooms.  Being in such plush surroundings made Ann feel
more
relaxed than she had in months.  "Well, what do you think of the suite?"
Julia
asked.

      "It's just gorgeous!" Ann answered looking around at the beautiful
living
room and terrace that had its own table and umbrella, "I can't believe
its ours
for the weekend!"

      "Well it is," Julia quipped, "Would you have believed that slogan
of
yours would win you something like this?"

      "Certainly not!  I wouldn't even have entered one if it hadn't
been
required by Mr. Schroeder.  I've never won anything before in my life."

      "We each have a bedroom, too," Julia said, throwing open one door
and
showing Ann the interior of one beautiful room with a king-sized bed
that
looked as though it could hold ten people.  "Which do you want?"

      "Oh, it's beautiful!" Ann said gleefully, "but you choose, I just
can't."

      "All right," Julia said, "you take this one.  They're both the
same."

      They had their bags put in their respective rooms and unpacked
their
things.  Ann had been buying new and exciting lace bikini lingerie for
the time
when her husband would come home and decided to wear them this one
time.  She
had wanted to make it a lovely weekend and thought these few concessions
to her
vanity wouldn't matter.  No one else would see them, anyway.  She
stacked them
neatly in her drawer, humming contentedly to herself.

      She finished her unpacking and freshened up a bit.  It wasn't a
long
drive from San Diego but with the top down it was pretty dusty and she
had that
traveler's grit feeling about her.

      "Ready for some lunch?" Julia called from the living room.

      "Yes, I'm famished," Ann answered, "I'll be right out."

      The girls decided to eat on their own terrace and take a short
siesta
before the bullfight.  The Toredo didn't start until five o'clock so
this gave
them plenty of time.  The lunch was delicious and relaxed Ann so much
that she
dozed off as soon as she hit the bed.  The excitement had really taken
its toll
of her.  Her eyes fluttered shut as the sweet cloak of sleep enfolded
her.


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