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

There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife".  I will be 
reposting both of them, as BM1 and BM2.

If you are the author of this piece, I would like to get your name
connected
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 - 7/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 7

      Pete, despite the drink, maneuvered his long black Cadillac
skillfully
through the streets of Tijuana and out on the other side of the city. 
They had
left the pavement and were following a dirt road to a large Spanish
style
hacienda.  It showed up clearly, in the moonlight that flooded Baja
California,
even though it was still over a half a mile away.

      The Martinis, wine, and black Russians left a comfortable glow on
Ann.
The black Russians in particular were delicious after dinner.  It was a
new
drink that Pete had picked up somewhere and consisted of half vodka and
half
Kahlua.

      Ann was at peace with the world.  She hadn't minded when Carlos,
had put
his arm over the back of the seat and gradually let it down to rest
across her
shoulders.

      On one bump he let his hand slip down cupping her left breast, but
she
had quickly moved to keep it away, not certain if it had been an
accident or
not.  It did bother her, and the uncomfortable feeling she experienced
at the
bullfight returned again.

      Strange, she though, what one contact with her first man in six
months
did to her.  She could feel the nipple of her breast leap erect when he
touched
it and she was sure he felt the reaction as he nestled her just a little
closer
and more confidently immediately afterwards.

      His leg pressed tightly against her thigh was also disquieting,
and she
tried to squirm away but he had followed her with each move she made.
She
didn't like the feeling this close contact with a man aroused and had
started
to push him away but had seen Julia slide next to Pete in the front seat
and
rest her head on his shoulder.  His arm was around her and his hand was
obviously somewhere in front.  It hung over Julia's shoulder and Julia
was
enjoying it.  Her head moved against him, kissing his ears and neck
teasingly.
Ann had been watching this little love-play too intently to completely
ward off
Carlos' innocent little advances.  When the car finally pulled up to a
large
iron gate, Pete blinked his lights and the guard opened it.

      "Buenos Noches, Senor Robinson," the guard smiled, waving them
through.

      "Buenos Noches," Pete responded; wheeled the car into the
court-yard.

      Ann was surprised; there must have been twenty cars parked inside
and not
a light anywhere.  When they got out she could hear music coming from
inside,
the only indication, other than the gate guard, that anyone else was
present.

      Pete guided them to a large oaken door which was opened to them by
a
short, fat, obscene-looking Mexican in a tuxedo.  Pete handed him two
crisp one
hundred dollar bills.  Ann blinked in astonishment; she had never heard
of a
night club costing a hundred dollars a couple.  Her misgivings arose
again but
she squelched them as they entered the large salon and bar.  She was
determined
to show Julia that she wasn't a child and could be a good sport as well
as
Julia could.

      It was the most lavishly decorated room Ann had seen; done in red
velvet
and gold embroidery from ceiling to floor.  Long low couches were
arranged in a
broad semi-circle that faced a stage.

      Most of the men present were middle-aged and obviously wealthy. 
Most of
the women were quite beautiful and much younger than their escorts. They
were
exquisitely dressed.  Ann was certain they couldn't be the wives of
these men.

      She also noticed several middle-aged women with handsome young
Mexicans.
She doubted these were their husbands.  Whatever their reasons for being
here,
it was certainly a pretty exclusive and elite group.

      "Put us close to the back tonight, will you Ramon!" Pete asked the
short
Mexican who had ushered them in.  "We've got a new girl with us and I
don't
want her crawling up on the stage and interrupting the performance."  He
winked
at Ann and for the first time she detected a certain lewdness not
apparent
before.  She hoped she hadn't gotten in over her head -- but thought
nothing
can happen to me here -- not with all these people around.

      If it got too rough she could always demand they call a taxi and
send her
back to the hotel.  The logic soothed her and she followed Julia as
Ramon led
them to one of the large couches in the rear.

      Two silver buckets of iced champagne were ready.  Ramon popped the
corks
and poured them each a bubbling glass.

      "Well, here's to a good evening, kiddos," Pete toasted, raising
his glass
to them.  "Let's hope we get our money's worth tonight."

      Ann tipped her glass up with the others and the cool bubbly liquid
felt
wonderful going down.  She loved champagne but on Dave's navy pay they
had
never been able to afford it except on very special occasions.

      Ann noticed she was getting the most covetous glances from the
men. She
felt Julia didn't like this and caught her jealous glances when the men
looked
at Ann rather than her.  Ann didn't want to offend Julia but her vanity
was
pleased with this attention.  She was glad to have some small triumph
over
Julia because Julia made her feel so immature in other ways.

      Ann had begun to recover from the drinks at dinner during the ride
but
the first two glasses of champagne again relaxed her inhibitions.  She
found
herself laughing again at Pete's and Carlos' jokes.  Ann wished that she
spoke
Spanish and could communicate better with Carlos.  He seemed such an
interesting person now that she knew him better.

      She still didn't know what business they were in but assumed it
must
involve trade between California and Mexico.  Pete had mentioned he
handled the
Los Angeles operation, and Carlos handled Mexico but had never really
specified
what it was.  It was none of her business, she decided; she would never
see
them again so what difference did it make?  She did gather that Julia
had met
Pete on one of her Tijuana trips and they had been out with mutual
friends from
L.A.  It all seemed innocent enough. Ann didn't feel it was her place to
question it.  The champagne continued to flow and Ramon replaced the two
empty
bottles with new ones.  Ann liked the sound of the cork popping and
found
herself giggling from the bubbles tickling her nose.  She was having fun
trying
to carry on a conversation with Carlos, half talk and half sign
language.  She
had never met anyone who couldn't speak English fluently and being in
another
country in such an exclusive private club was exciting.

      Ann was thoroughly enjoying herself, but beginning to wonder when
they
were going to see this great strip-tease show they had been talking
about.  She
had to admit to herself she was anticipating it and it shouldn't be like
that
shoddy thing she and Dave had seen.  Not with this kind of crowd.  She
would
bet it would be beautifully staged like shows she had heard about in Las
Vegas.
It had to be for the price.  As if reading her thoughts, Ramon suddenly
appeared on the stage holding his hands up for silence.

      "Ladies and gentlemen," he repeated several times until the
conversation
stilled among the forty or so people present.  "We have a special treat
for you
tonight," Ramon continued as people began to return to their assigned
couches
from the bar and conversational groups.  "We have just received our
first
summer shipment of hashish from the Middle-East.  The boys have spent
all
afternoon preparing it and there is ample for everyone.  Please be
seated while
we pass it among you.  The show will begin in fifteen minutes."

      There was a murmur of delight and within minutes all had returned
to
their seats.  The waiters, in white uniforms, were putting small trays
of thin
brown cigarettes on the tables.

      Pete picked one out of the tray and smelled it from end to end,
critically.

      "Boy," he said admiringly, "this is the real stuff."

      "What on earth is it?" Ann whispered to Julia next to her.  She
didn't
want to show her ignorance after the mistake at dinner.

      "Oh, nothing but a strong cigarette," Julia reassured her.  "Just
take
the first few puffs slowly so you won't choke."

      "Is it safe, I -- I mean -- it doesn't make you not know what
you're
doing, does it?"

      "No, of course not," Julia answered impatiently.  "Just try a few
drags
and if you don't like it, stop."

      "All right," Ann answered hesitantly.  She had heard about
marijuana at
wild parties but didn't know what hashish was.  Not wanting to appear a
prude,
she bravely took the lit cigarette Carlos offered her.

      "Slowly, slowly," Carlos instructed in his broken English as he
took a
drag from one.  Ann watched him and inhaled very gently.  It had a
strange but
not unpleasant taste.  She inhaled deeper on the next puff and held it
down a
few seconds at Carlos' instructions before exhaling.

      After three or four inhalations, Ann could hardly feel it going
down, it
was so smooth.  She watched Julia holding her breath as long as she
could and
then took a deep drag herself holding it deep until she just had to
exhale.

      "I don't feel a thing," she said in a voice that didn't seem to be
hers.
She looked at Carlos and Julia on either side of her and they suddenly
looked
miles away.  "Do you feel anything?"

      "Yes, darling, I feel the world," Julia answered.  It seemed a
logical
answer and suddenly Ann did too.  She had never felt the world before,
how
strange.  She liked the taste it was leaving with her... it was a slight
bite
at first, that gradually changed into an unimaginable softness.  The
longer the
smoke was held down the softer she felt.  Ann noticed the lights dimming
around
them until the great room was in complete darkness...

      She could feel the pressure of Carlos' leg against he thigh but
the thin,
brown cigarette had dulled her fears of anything.  It felt good and she
returned the pressure slightly to let him know she didn't mind and that
she was
his friend... she didn't mind anything now with the delicious warmth of
the
cigarette in her... she could feel it tingling deep inside... deeper
than she
had ever felt anything in her life...

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