"That's the week you put up that new picture of you and your husband, and we figured out you weren't keeping it all in the family, so to speak. So me and the guys made a little plan, and we got here really early the next week. We hid in that little utility closet in the caf, and taped the door so it wouldn't lock, in case you decided to close it. Not that there was any chance of that!"

"Yeah!" piped in the one standing behind Melissa, who I immediately dubbed "Punk." "Man! It was great how you immediately dropped to your knees and started givin' that guy a blow job. But then, the way you ripped off your top and had him suck your titties, I guess you were feelin' pretty hot."

The third guy, the "Shy Guy," just looked from the pictures to Melissa and back again, a barely repressed hunger in his eyes.

"And, unfortunately for you, I got a 35 mm camera for Christmas, with a top of the line lense," stated Smoothy. "And he," nodding to Shy Guy, "does the processing for the school paper. So we had no trouble getting the film developed.

"Which brings us to the question of what we're going to do about all this."

That statement definitely sparked some interest in Melissa. "What're you going to do with those pictures?"

"Well, you were cheating on your husband, and pretty regularly too. How long did you say you've been at this?"

Melissa just mumbled.

"How long?" Smoothy demanded this time.

"About six months," she responded, looking miserable about it.

As for me, that statement should have been my cue to rush in for the kill. But the predatory air, an overwhelming need for revenge and curiousity combined to stay me. I'd let her suffer at the hands of these kids for a while.

"At first, we thought we'd just send these pictures to your husband," Smoothy started slyly.

"No! Don't!" Melissa exclaimed, drawing herself up to her full six feet. But Smoothy just stared her down. "But us guys," he gestured around him, "gotta stick together. And I think he'd thank us for teaching you a lesson." By now his speech had taken on a rehearsed tone, but it didn't look as if Melissa had noticed.

"What kind of a lesson?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh, the best kind," he said, picking all the pictures up from the desk. "But it's not an 'observe and learn' kind of lesson. It's do or die." He pushed one of the pictures in front of her face. Notice that in all these pictures, you can see your face clearly. This one with your tongue licking that guy's balls: your face. This one with his cock between your tits: your face. This one with your legs spread for him: your face.

"If we gave these to your husband, I don't think there'd be any doubt that this was you." He smiled triumphantly.

"Please don't give those to him..." She was pleading now.

He circled around her, like a wolf over his prey. "We'll give them to you," he offered, playing it out. "In exchange..."

"Exchange for what?" she asked, already knowing and already defeated.

"In exchange for what you gave this guy, that's what." Holding the pictures in front of her, he continued, "Here's what we propose. You become our sex slave. In exchange for these pictures. There's 12 pictures, and three of us. That's four apiece. You make each of us cum four times, and we give you a picture for each one. That's one orgasm for each picture. Not one for each fuck. The cum's gotta spurt before you get the picture."

"No. No way. I'm not gonna do that," Melissa answered. "I'm just gonna tell him, tonight. We'll get through it."

Smoothy's voice took on a sneering tone. "You're gonna tell him that you've been fuckin' some other guy for six months. Fine. Do that. We'll still send him some of the pictures. And we'll take the rest and spread them all over town. He'll dump you. And you'll have to leave town."

"You don't know where we live," Melissa tried desperately.

With that, Punk pulled out a paper and read off our address. For good measure, he read off my work address too. Looking at all of them through the peekhole, I could see the triumph in Smoothy's eyes, and the lust in Punk. The Shy Guy stood off a bit, but it was obvious from the bulge in his pants that he was more than intrigued. Melissa looked pretty well defeated, but I could see from her posture that she was trying to summon up a little resistance. But Smoothy beat her to the punch.

"There is another part to the bargain," he said, as Melissa's eyes blazed. "Just a small thing. You won't even have to do anything," he continued, teasing her. "Think of it as part of your job, as part of our final exam. What we want to do is film you as you let us fuck you, and then we'll edit it together for our own private porn flick. Now, you don't have to worry," he said, heading off her protest, "We'll just keep the film for our own use, just the three of us." The other two guys stood nodding their heads. "And in exchange we'll give you the other 12 pictures that were in the roll."

He handed Melissa some pictures from his back pocket. "You can't clearly see your face, but I'm sure your husband would know you from your body."

With that I could see her resistance totally crumble. She dropped the pictures on the desk and looked around at them. Just 16 and 17, they'd maneuvered her into a corner. Of course, it was a predicament of her own making.

She looked for any loopholes.

"If I do this, I get the negatives too?"

"You may have to do something special for the negatives," Smoothy replied, enjoying his victory. "But yes, you get all the negatives."

"And how long does this thing last? I don't want this going on for weeks and weeks."

"Ha! Six months with that other guy!" Punk interrupted.

"Shut up, I'm handling this! Now, I think we can have this wrapped up in three weeks...counting tonight."

"Tonight?" Melissa squeaked. "Starting tonight???"

"We'll do it just like you taught us, Liss. Here's my production schedule. Tonight we want to check out the talent. You know, do a little rehearsal. Next week we'll reserve the studio from 6 to 9, and do the shooting. You'll have each of us twice. Right guys? Then the next week we schedule a 3-hour edit, with a little break for, say, 'inspiration.' Or maybe to get some B-roll shots. Then we walk off with our tapes, you have all the pictures, and we never see each other again. We learn how to shoot, and you learn why you shouldn't be cheating."

"I already know why."

"But this way you'll remember it. So, what's it gonna be? The 'honorable' way out, or total humiliation?"

She slumped down in the chair, looked one more time at the pictures on the desk, and mumbled "Ok."

Everyone in the room stood still for a moment, and I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to burst in and put a stop to it. But then I realized that this might just be the punishment she needed. Knowing my personality, I wouldn't rest until I got revenge. Or at least made her suffer for her transgression. So I could have an affair just to get even. But that didn't really turn me on as much as the thought of three young bucks being with her. We'd talked about. I even urged her to pick up a guy one evening, but she chickened out before anything happened. So...