1. She Got Blackmailed


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: KateandJessica, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This is a chapter from my erotica fiction novel, Crescent City Secrets. Check my page for more details on me and my writing and how you can read the whole book. Haden awoke feeling physically sore, but emotionally refreshed. She wasn’t looking forward to meeting her blackmailer, but something about her time with Lucas had given her a sense of optimism. Maybe it was that what she’d done was tiring, but endurable. There was a tiny twinge of pride in her work. She heard his voice again. “Good job on the floor.” It made her smile while she got dressed. She’d overslept a bit and was having to hurry to make her 9:30 meeting at the Joint. She looked up the place online and it was in a neighborhood she hadn’t been to. It seemed to be in a rough area, but when she pulled up to the address, it seemed much nicer than she expected it to be. The streets were mostly residential and the restaurant seemed to fit in well. Parking about a block away and walking in a little shyly, she was delighted to see a bustling, happy place, filled with wonderful smells and an upbeat, crowded dining room. There was a wonderful mix of people in the place: older black people, young white college k**s, families. Her anxiety dropped a further notch. Surely, nothing bad would happen in this place. Sitting down at the bar, she did as the email had instructed and ordered a beer. The bartender treated her as normally as anyone else. She glanced up and down the bar and around the dining area for any sign of a ...
    familiar face or someone that might be her blackmailer, but no one leaped out. She’d dressed casually in a jean and t-shirt. She wasn’t sure what was in store for her, but she felt like functional was the way to go for this meeting. For all she knew this guy was a psycho and going to try to kill her. Haden wanted to be ready to run if the situation called for it. Out of nervousness, she found herself drinking her beer faster than she’d planned. When she hit the bottom, she checked her watch and then signaled the bartender for another. The orders had been to drink two beers and then leave. Was it possible he wasn’t even here? Maybe someone would just report to him that she had followed instructions. Maybe this was a test. She f***ed herself to drink the second one a little more slowly. By 10:15 she was done though and no one had approached her or said a word. She left the bartender a generous tip and decided to head home. When she stepped outside, she was dismayed to see that it had started to pour. New Orleans weather was unpredictable and volatile and it made her think of the emotional storm inside her. For a moment she stood under the awning watching the downpour as it pounded off of roofs, cars and the streets, creating miniature rivers at the curb. Then she sighed and began to fast walk to her car. She was about halfway back to it when a platinum colored sedan pulled up next to her. It was a 90s model, well kept, but old. The passenger window rolled down and she heard a voice ...
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