That was nothing unusual for her. She was always watched when she went to town. An old man on the front porch gave her a low whistle of appreciation. She tried to ignore him.
She knocked timidly on the door and a deep male voice told her to enter.
The man was sitting on a chair by the bed. He had his shirt off and she saw that he was well muscled. A patch of blond hairs covered his chest.
"Mrs. Johnson," he said. "I'm glad you could come. My name's Dan Jacobs."
She looked around the dingy room until her eyes fell on the brown envelope.
"Yes," Dan said. "Those are pictures of you. You can look if you like."
She walked to the table and took the envelope. She was hardly aware of sitting down on the bed as her nervous fingers tore open the envelope.
"They came out really well," Dan said.
She felt a choking fear in her chest as she looked at the pictures.
They captured her in every position. The men's faces were usually shadowed but it could be easily seen that it was her who was sucking on cocks and being well fucked.
"Like them?" Dan asked. There was a leering grin on his face.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "What do you want?"
"You're going to work for me," Dan said. "Just for a little while.
Then I'm going to move on and you can forget about ever seeing me."
"What sort of work?" she asked.
Dan Jacobs stood up. He walked to the bed and put his hand against the side of her head. His fingers gently stroked her soft hair.
"You know that already," he said.
She turned her face away as he tried to kiss her. He grew angry and took a strong hold on her hair. He painfully bent her head back in his direction.
"You belong to me," he said. "For a little while. You'd better get used to the Idea."
"No," she said. "I'm leaving."
He released her head.
"You can go if you really want to go," he said. "But remember this.
You walk out that door and pictures of you will go on sale all over this town. Plus a little movie we made. Just think about that."
"Oh God no," she said softly. "You can't do this. You can't."
She saw it in his face that what he said was true. He would be capable of hurting her if he wished. He would certainly be capable of selling the photographs.
This time she didn't turn her head away when his lips brushed hers.
She opened her mouth to receive his tongue. He rubbed his tongue against hers and she felt a little shiver go up her back.
"See there," he said. "You're not going to mind the work so much. I only pick the ones who love it."
He kept giving her tiny little kisses around her mouth and neck and throat. She had to face the truth about herself, and the truth was that she did like it. How many times had she wanted to be unfaithful to her husband but had been held back because of her fears? Now she had no choice.