Sarah and her dirtier socks Ch. 09

Sarah stepped through the cubicle door. There was a small frosted window high up on the wall in the cubicle. A small amount of light from the night sky filtered through the dirty window. There was nobody in the cubicle.

Sarah listened intently to see if she could hear anyone. She expected to hear someone breathing but nothing. What was she supposed to do? She had ditched her phone so couldn't get instructions now.

Then she heard footsteps from outside possibly, distant and getting closer. At night sound travelled easier without all the back ground noise. Someone was walking towards the toilets. Sarah froze. That was a definitely a footstep inside the toilet block.

Sarah was shaking. Trying not to go into a full blown panic she tried to control her breathing.

She heard foot steps get closer. They seemed to pause at each cubicle door and then she heard each door in turn be pushed open.

A light was switched on. Even with her blindfold on she could see a bright light at the edges of the material. Her cubicle door creaked open. Maybe a torch.

She sensed someone stood right in front of her. "Good." came a hushed voice. "You followed my instructions."

There was a painful silence. It felt like several minutes but in reality was probably 20 seconds. Sarah controlled her breathing determined not to show how scared she was.

"I have lots of photos and videos of you, ready to be shown to everyone if you don't do as you are told. Do you understand?"

Sarah nodded. She didn't recognise the voice, it was too hushed and echoed in the cold toilet block.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes.... sir." she added, remembering his instructions about addressing him.

He didn't need to tell her he was recording this. She knew. Why wouldn't he record her humiliation. This would add the the huge amount of incriminating material he had on her already. More images to blackmail her with. Now she was in the situation she was even less convinced this would be the end of it.

"You do what you are told and all this finishes. Do what I say and we both walk away from here happy. Do you understand?" he whispered

"Yes, sir."

This was humiliating and degrading. She hated every second but needed this to be over once and for all.

"Leave your blindfold on, start unbuttoning your blouse."

Sarah was glad she had her blindfold on. She didn't want to see the face of who was terrorising her. She wanted to kill him if truth be told but she didn't want to see the face of this sick individual, to see them taunting her, revelling in her humiliation.

As she began unbuttoning her blouse she heard a feint clicking as if if someone was texting. Then a pause. "My associate will be joining us shortly to watch. He's very discreet we can trust him to keep this between us, as long as you satisfy me. We don't want to air your dirty laundry in public do we?"

There was something about that phrase that rang a bell with Sarah but she couldn't think clearly. She was under extreme duress and was bearing her breasts as she continued to unbutton her blouse. She wasn't trying to do it seductively but she knew she was doing it slowly as she was so flustered.

Finally she undid all the buttons.

"Take it off. Just throw it in the floor. I want to see you."

Sarah did as she was told. She stood in her stockings, heels, skirt and bra. It was a black bra that pushed her 36C breasts together. She could almost feel his eyes savouring them. She felt sick.

"Maybe the skirt next. I want to see those stockings. Take it off."

Sarah undid the zip at the back. She pushed the skirt over her hips exposing her stockings and thong. It fell on the floor.

There was a noise outside, some movement just outside the toilet block.

"Perfect timing. My associate is here just in time to enjoy the show. He likes to watch. He wants to see you humiliated."

With that she heard a zip being undone. She knew what was coming next.

Every time Sarah thought this couldn't get any worse things seemed to take another horrible turn. Another person. She just wanted this to be over.

More noise came from outside.

"Move the skirt. Get on your knees. Put your hands behind your back. I want you ready to perform when he gets here. I have told him what you are going to do for me. He gets his kicks different ways."

His voice had become less whispered. He was speaking at a more normal volume and tone. Sarah couldn't quite place the voice but it definitely sounded familiar now.

All of sudden there was several noises all at once, she thought from outside in the car park.

"Stay there. Move and you will regret it."

She felt him move away from her. She realised she had been holding her breath. She let it out slowly. A reprieve for a few minutes at least.

What the hell was happening Sarah wondered.

There were voices, shouting, several of them. Some noises she couldn't make out, she definitely heard a car engine. Someone else was here. She heard scuffling.

"Sarah?!" A voice shouted from somewhere close. She didn't recognise it immediately.

She took her blindfold off and stood up. It was still dark, but she could see some light coming from the door and windows. Her knees were sore from kneeling on the hard floor. Her eyes sensitive to the light.

Suddenly a figure burst in. "Sarah?"

"Yes. I'm here. Who is it?"

"A friend. It's ok." She recognised the voice but where from? Then she realised it was Quietguy. She had heard him on the call the previous day.

He came closer. The dark figure was tall dressed in black. His face was covered with a scarf and his hoodie pulled up over his head.

"Quietguy?"

"Yes. You're safe."

Sarah burst into tears. Quietguy took off his jacket and put it round her, it came down nearly to her knees. She felt safe finally. Modesty restored.

Sarah picked up her clothes and stepped outside. There were two sets of headlights from two campervans. There were four men dressed in black standing next to two men sat on the bench, hands behind their back.

"Thank you." Sarah said composing herself. "Who are they?" she nodded in the direction of the men on the bench. They were sat in the shadows

As she approached them she recognised the larger of the two. His face wasn't covered. Mr Eccles. Jake's teacher. That's where she has heard the phrase about airing your dirty laundry. He had said it at parents evening.

"Shit. You bastard!"

He hung his head in shame.

Quietguy explained "We tracked him down. He was using a VPN but someone we know is good with things like that. He was Eastbourne Pete but also OnlyMe. He had bought from you before I think. Tinycock4inches hacked him and found his profiles.

The smaller guy next to him was hanging his head. "Who's that?" Sarah asked.

"You might want to brace yourself." said Quietguy.

Sarah walked over to the bench. One of the men stood next to the bench pulled his hood down.

"Dan!" Sarah said angrily. "What the fuck?!"

Sarah didn't understand why Dan would do this.

"Your precious ex husband tipped me off you were selling foot stuff. He confided in me, he thought it was wrong you were doing this and was concerned Jake would get teased if people found out. I logged in as OnlyMe and bought some stuff from you."

"I just wanted you to stop! I wanted him to humiliate and scare you into stopping. I didn't realise he was extorting you. I didn't want that." shouted Dan.

"Bollocks you knew I had stuff on her. I told you I would blackmail her."

Dan shook his head. "I didn't want this."

"What do you want us to do with them?" asked Quietguy.

Sarah thought for a minute. They had blackmailed her and made her do things against her will. She was angry at Dan. This was all out in the open now. The extortion was bad enough but she had come really close to being violated, maybe worse. Why didn't Dan just talk to her instead of going along with this?

"Call the police." Sarah surprised herself with how certain she was.

"Are you sure?" asked Quietguy. It will mean all this will come out. The photos, the selling."

Sarah knew she had to put a stop to this once and for all. She couldn't endanger herself, or Jake or any other seller by allowing them to walk away.

"Yes. Dan where's Jake?"

"At my Mum's. He's fine he doesn't know anything about this. I made sure of that."

The mysterious men in black, who Sarah could only assume were her buyers, cable tied the hands and feet of the two criminals. Then they carried them into the toilets and cable tied them to the sinks, sitting them on the cold, tiled floor.

"The police have been called." said quietguy as he handed Sarah back her phone. "It won't take them long to get here."

He left a bag with their phones with all the incriminating evidence on. The videos, photos, search history and messages between them.

Sarah knew she would need to talk to the police. Coming out this way, at least with them in custody was the safest way of doing it.

Sarah was filled with relief. Whilst this solved the immediate problem, it could mean more problems in the future if Dan was imprisoned for Blackmail and unable to pay the small amount of maintenance he'd been giving her.

Sarah also knew she had a £500 debt hanging over her that needed to be paid in two days.

"I thought you would be pleased its over?" saus Quietguy.

"I am. Its just.... I'm realising this was just a distraction from the other problem."

Sarah has discussed the issue of her debt with Quietguy when she was at her lowest.

"I am not sure I should carry on with this to earn money. Its too dangerous."

"I know this is a lot but theres things you can do. Do you want to grab a coffee? I have some ideas, theres an all night cafe i drove past on the way."

After coming to her rescue she felt she owed him a chat and a coffee at least, so nodded her agreement.

With that Quietguy and his friends got into the campervans. Sarah got in her car and arranged to meet Quietguy in at the cafe. She was grateful for his help and was curious to know what his suggestion was.