"Hello, Gillian," he said. It was Mr. Wiles' friend, the photographer!
"What do you want?" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger. "Get out of here!"
She walked to the house phone to call the doorman and ask him to call the police or come up himself and get the man out of there, but he grabbed her wrists and slapped her viciously.
"Sit down and shut up," he commanded her, "and nothing too horrible will happen to you."
He went to the phone and she could hear him ask for Mr. Wiles.
"She's here," he told him, then paused, "Yes, I'll keep an eye on her until you arrive!"
She was trembling with fear, she couldn't let him come to Duncan's flat, she just couldn't but it was only one o'clock and Duncan wouldn't be home until about five or six.
The man went to the bar and helped himself to a drink, letting his eyes stare through her body as though he were undressing her.
"We've got to teach you a lesson, lady," he laughed. "You threatened Mr.
Wiles, so now you'll have to pay!"
"You beast," she screamed, "I'll yell my head off until someone comes to the door!"
He walked to her chair and slapped her hard across the face again.
"It will be worse the next time if you do," he told her, his eyes narrowed with hate and vengeance. "I don't like women, especially women like you and I wouldn't hesitate to beat you to a pulp!"
She could tell that he wasn't joking, so she started to sob again, her whole body shaking. Why did she decide to stay home today… why?
It seemed like hours before there was another knock at the door. The photographer went to answer and let Mr. Wiles in.
"I see you're as lovely as ever, my dear Gillian," he grinned. "Yes, indeed!"
He sat down on the chair opposite her and just stared. She wished that he would say what he had to say and get out, she didn't want Duncan to find them here when he returned.
"What do you want from me?" she asked hesitantly. "I don't have the money you demanded, you know that."
"Yes, I do," Wiles answered, we've come to teach you and Duncan a lesson so that you won't be tempted to go to the police again!"
"But I didn't go!" she insisted "I didn't!"
"I didn't think you really would, however, it isn't nice to threaten like that, especially because it would prove embarrassing all around and I would deny anything you accused me of."
The two men paced around the living room, helped themselves to drinks and talked to each other, ignoring the fact that she was even there.
"Why don't you have a drink?" Wiles finally suggested. "It might relax you."
"I'll make it myself," she answered, not trusting him after the concoction that he had given her the last time, she didn't want to take a chance. She walked to the bar and poured herself a strong gin and tonic. As she bent down to get the ice from the refrigerator, he grabbed at the soft, round contours of her buttocks and squeezed them harshly.
She jumped up and beat at his hands, but he grabbed her by the waist and held her securely, letting his free hand grab at her full, voluptuous breasts.
This is going to be quite a party," Wiles laughed and the photographer just grinned lewdly. "We'll see how far your precious Duncan will let you go before he meets our terms."
"I told you we don't have the money, what else do you want?"
"There are ways of getting the money, and without Duncan finding out, if you're interested."
He released her and she took her drink and went back and sat on the sofa.
"What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly.
"Well, you could entertain at these parties I go to from time to time, or just party with a few of my friends. The money you'd make would go to pay me for the pictures. In a month or so, you'd have them all paid off, and Duncan wouldn't even know. You could make excuse to him when you had to be away."
"I'm not interested," she told him. "I'm not going to be a whore for you, or for anybody, so forget it!"
"Didn't be so sure," he reprimanded her. "You just could make the first instalment this afternoon and get some of the pictures back. Duncan's not here and then he wouldn't owe me so much. Think about it!"
She couldn't believe that he could suggest that she give her body for money, but he was capable of anything and she knew it. It would be a way to pay him off, but what guarantee did she have that he would give her the pictures.
"Come on, Wiles," the other man urged. "Let's get on with it!"
"Be patient," Tony Wiles told him, "there's plenty of time before her boyfriend gets home, and he may find our little plan very interesting. I don't think we should exclude him."
"What do you mean?" she gasped. "What plan?"
"You'll see," he answered her matter-of-factly, but not giving her any clue as to what was to happen.
She took long gulps of her drink, finishing within just a few minutes.
The liquor didn't calm her nerves, but she couldn't just sit there and wait like a calf for the slaughter, she had to know what was going to happen, it was driving her crazy.
She got up to make herself another drink, but this time the photographer grabbed her, pinching her breast as she passed him and grabbing her blouse by the collar. She struggled to pull away from him, but as she pulled, he yanked and the buttons of her blouse scattered over the floor and her smooth white skin, and the luscious mounds of her breasts were revealed in their almost nakedness.
"My, you are anxious," Wiles chided.
She tried to hide her breasts by folding her arms over her chest, then ran toward the bedroom to change her clothes, but Wiles blocked her way.
"No sense in changing your clothes, you may ruin others if you do, my dear."
"Ooohh…" she nearly screamed, but afraid that the other man would slap her again if she did. "You can't do this, Duncan will be home in an hour or so."
"We know," he continued, "and that's exactly why we planned it this way."
He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, pulling it free from her brassiere and pinched the nipple harshly until it stood up in in-voluntary erection.
"Ow!" she cried, and clawed at his menacing hand, running her nails sharply into the back of his hand and wrist.
"You bitch," he spat, "you'll pay for that," he told her, putting his hand to his mouth to stop the bleeding where her fingernails had dug deeply.