Paying For It - Chapter 2 By David 73
Synopsis: Amber intensifies her blackmail and humiliation of Brian
It was a long week.  Brian spent his time alternately sweating from fear
and stroking from his arousal.  He knew he was in trouble, probably a lot
of trouble, but every time he thought about what had happened to him, what

Amber had done to him, his cock got hard.

   When he tried to think of ways out of the situation he had put himself
in, he ended up imagining what she would do to him next.  His nights were
spent tossing and turning and jerking his cock again and again.  By Friday,
his colleagues at work had started commenting on how distracted Brian
seemed.

   What could he say?  Sorry I didn't catch that, I was too busy thinking
about the whore I visited last week and how she laughed at my small penis?
That would go down well.  He could just picture the looks of shock, outrage
and disgust he would get if he said something like that.  Instead he just
shrugged and grinned, muttering something about lack of sleep.

   And now it was Friday afternoon.  He could feel the pressure building as
the minutes ticked away.  He wouldn't be able to avoid what was happening
for much longer.  Tonight he had to visit her again.  He had no choice. 
And what would she do to him?

   "Daydreaming again Brian?" Lynne tapped him on the shoulder, making him
jump.  She smiled.  "You coming for a drink after work?" He shook his head

   "Ah, not tonight, no.  I have... plans." He suppressed a shudder at the
thought.

   Amber had left another message last night reminding him that "Little
Dick" had an appointment at 6pm that Friday, not to be late and absolutely
not to forget her "present".  She meant cash of course, but she wasn't
stupid enough to say that when she could be taped.  Amber wasn't stupid at
all, that was very obvious.

   "Oh?" Lynne looked at him, questions written all over her face.  "Plans,
huh?" Her emphasis was unmistakable and he couldn't help noticing how she
pulled ever so slightly back from him.  Brian cursed inwardly.  An
attractive, single, young woman had asked him to join her for a drink and
he acted like he had a better offer.

   "Yeah, ah... family stuff.  You know?" He hastily improvised.  If
anything Lynne's smile widened and she inched closer to him again.

   "Not even time for one drink?" She asked.  Was he reading more into this
than there was?  It seemed like she really wanted him to join her.  And she
looked so damn cute.

   "Sure." He said smiling back at her.  It wouldn't take anything like an
hour to get to sauna.

   *****

   In the end, it seemed like half the office went for that drink.  It
wasn't quite the intimate date Brian had pictured.  But Lynne made a point
of sitting next to him and engaging him in small talk despite his wandering
mind.  She paid him so much attention in fact that he got several angry
looks from her other admirers.

   "So... I guess you've got to be going yeah?" Ellen said, bringing Brian
back to reality again.  He gazed at her blankly for a moment and she tapped
her watch.  "Plans... family... you know?" She smiled teasingly.  "Man, you
are spacey tonight."

   Brian's heart sank as he looked at his watch.  He had to be at the sauna
in less than fifteen minutes.  He'd never make it.  How would Amber react?
He'd already seen that she had a mean streak if provoked.

   "You okay?" Lynne asked, reacting to his panicked expression.

   "What?  Oh, yeah.  Just, I'm running late.  I have to go." He said,
abruptly getting to his feet, almost knocking the table over in the
process.

   "So, about that movie?" Lynne ventured tentatively.  Movie?  Shit!  He
hadn't been paying attention.  The woman had been sounding him out for a
date all this time and while he was sitting there in dreamland.  It was a
miracle she hadn't given up in disgust.

   "Call me." He said.  "I always have my cell phone with me.  We'll set
something up for the weekend yes?" Lynne's beamed a smile at him.

   *****

   It was well after six by the time Brian reached the sauna.  Late, but
not too late surely?  This time he couldn't afford to hang around nervously
outside.  He stabbed the buzzer with his finger, tapping his foot
impatiently.  What some stranger thought of him going into a whorehouse was
the least of his problems right now.  When the door clicked, he pulled it
open and almost ran inside.

   The place was every bit as dingy and seedy looking as the week before.
It was cheap dressed up to look classy and failing miserably.  The same fat
man sat behind the counter with the same greasy hair and tattoos.  But his
expression when he looked up and saw Brian was very different.

   There wasn't even the pretence at good manners.  The fat man's lips
curled into a sneer as he stared at Brian, not speaking, just watching him
squirm.

   "Um... I have an appointment." Brian began, feeling his palms start to
sweat.  The fat man's smile grew bigger and Brian was sure that he had been
recognized.

   "What's the name?" The fat man wheezed.  Brian felt his cheeks heat as
the fat man smiled his smug smile.  Amber had been very clear about who had
the appointment and this bastard probably knew that too.

   "Little Dick." Brian muttered.  The fat man coughed and sniggered.

   "On you go tiny, she's waiting for you." The fat man waved him on
through, his body shaking with laughter.

   When Brian walked through the door and into the lounge area he
immediately drew the attention of all the women in the room.  Eight pairs
of eyes were all focused directly on him.  They must be expecting a busy
evening he thought, trying not to cower under all the attention.

   He recognized several faces from his previous visit.  They weren't hard
to spot after all; they were the ones who were hiding their smiles behind
their hands.  Forcing himself to stay calm, he looked around and confirmed
that Amber wasn't here.  He paused in the doorway, not quite sure what to
do next.

   He found himself almost paralyzed.  On the one hand there was a lot of
exposed female flesh to look at; on the other he was scared to draw any
attention to himself.  His problem was solved by one of the women he
recognized from last week.  She was a curvy redhead and unlike the others,
she was making no effort at all to hide her grin.

   "Hi Dick." She said, sauntering towards him.  "Or do you prefer to be
called Little?" Brian flushed with embarrassment at her casual humiliation
of him, trying to block out the sprinkles of laughter that had greeted her
question.  What exactly had Amber said to them, he wondered?

   "You're late." The redhead said.  "Amber's with someone else right now.
She said you'd wait." Her tone of voice made it clear she had no doubt that
Brian would do whatever he was told.  He cringed at how pathetic he must
appear to these women.

   When he had entered the room, they had taken up their poses, trying to
attract his interest.  Now they had relaxed again.  Still watching him, but
not caring what he thought.  He could feel the heat in his cheeks, and just
like last time, his cock twitched to life.

   "So..." The redhead murmured, obviously not yet finished with him. 
"Just how little are you really?" This time the laughter from the other
women was louder.  Brian felt his face burn bright red.

   "I'll just go freshen up." He muttered, shuffling towards the shower and
locker area.  As he left the room, the women erupted in open laughter. 
Brian shuddered, trying to ignore his stiffening cock.

   In the locker area, he hurriedly stripped, showered and put on one of
the thick, white robes that they made available for the clientele.  Not
sure what to do next, but scared to go back out and face the other women,
he hung around in one of the changing cubicles.  Amber had obviously been
reveling in her control over him and at least round here she wasn't going
to keep it a secret.  He had to find a way out of this mess before it got
worse.

   It was only a few minutes before the redhead came looking for him
though.

   "Thought I'd find you hiding back here." She smirked.  "Amber says to
get your ass down to the deluxe suite right now.  Guess you're paying extra
huh?" Brian shuddered to think how much he might end up paying.  Not
trusting his voice, he just nodded and tried to walk round the redhead to
get to the door, but she stepped directly in his path.

   "First you got to pay the toll." She gave him a look of evil delight as
she held out her hand.  Brian stared at her in confusion.

   "Toll?" He wasn't sure what she wanted, but he had a bad feeling in the
pit of his stomach.  Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good for him.  Was he
going to have to pay her as well?

   "Give me the robe." She said coldly.  Reluctantly he shrugged the robe
off his shoulders and slipped it off.  Her eyes coolly assessed his exposed
body, lingering on his crotch.  Brian forced himself not to cover up.  He
wasn't sure if this was something that Amber had dreamt up or just an
amusing game the redhead had come up with all by herself.  Either way
resisting would make things worse.

   "Tiny." Was all the redhead said before walking off with the robe.

   *****

   Brian walked into the deluxe suite with a sense of dread and a knot in
the pit of his stomach.  This was easily the most impressive room in the
whole sauna.  Up on the wall in one corner was a TV, switched on and
showing scenes from some porn movie.  Below it and taking up most of that
corner was a walk in bath.

   But the bulk of the room was taken up by a luxurious bed.  Sprawled
naked on top of the red satin sheets was Amber.

   "I'd recognize that dicklet anywhere." She sneered, making no effort to
cover herself up.  "Oooh look!  Little dickie is getting all excited.  Does
it like what it sees?"

   Brian nodded, licking his lips, his eyes roaming all over Amber's
exposed body.  Even her taunting only added to his excitement.

   "Hey." Amber snapped her fingers.  "Eyes up here loser.  You're late and
you'd better have my present with you."

   Brian raised his head to look Amber in the face as he held out his hand
showing the crumpled bills he had been holding since he left the locker
room.  Amber laughed.

   "What a good little boy." She taunted.  "Put them on the stand there and
go run me a bath." She stretched languorously across the bed.  "I just
finished entertaining a client and I'm all sweaty." Brian bit his lip,
staring at Amber's lush body.

   "Hurry up." Amber said coldly.  "Bounce that pencil prick of yours over
to the bath and get it ready for me."

   Brian hurried to obey.  He shook his head in disgust at his own
eagerness as he filled the bath.  Something about the force of Amber's
personally just made him want to do what she said.  Every time he glanced
over at her she was watching him, an amused smirk on her face.

   "You must really like looking at me today.  I think your dicklet has
grown.  It might even be 4 inches now." Amber laughed crudely.  "What are
you thinking about?  Are you picturing me with my last customer?  He was
big.  Very big."

   Amber slid off the bed and sauntered over to the bath.  Brian couldn't
take his eyes off her as she paraded past him and slipped into the hot
water with a moan.

   "Make yourself useful tiny.  Soap me." She commanded and he eagerly
obeyed.  Part of him was alarmed at how easily she was training him to obey
all her commands, but another part just reveled in the opportunity to touch
her."

   Reaching out with lathered hands, he timidly caressed Amber's shoulders,
his hands gently caressing her soft skin.  She moaned again, arching her
back slightly.  Getting braver, Brian's hands explored her flesh.

   "Mmm, not bad.  I could get used to this." Amber groaned, glancing over
at him.

   " Ooh baby, your dicklet is twitching again." She giggled, as her eyes
focused on his crotch.  "Do you like cleaning me off after I fuck?  Does it
turn you on perv?" Brian blushed furiously, and didn't say a word, his
hands still caressing his blackmailer's body.

   The door to the room swung open suddenly and Brian looked round in
horror as a scantily clad young woman entered.  His hands instinctively
dropped to cover his crotch.  The young woman quickly surveyed the scene, a
smile curving her pouting lips as she scanned his body.  Without a word of
apology or explanation, she sauntered over to the bath, taking far more
time than was necessary and handed a phone to Amber who took it with an
evil smile.  Brian stared at the familiar looking phone with growing alarm.

   "Thanks Rose." Amber said.  "Tiny, did I tell you to stop soaping me?"
Brian looked up from the phone in horror and the young woman gave a
high-pitched giggle.  Reluctantly he returned to rubbing soap on Amber.

   "That's a good little boy.  After all it's not like you have anything to
hide now is it?" Amber laughed and Rose joined in with another high-pitched
giggle.

   His cheeks flaming red, Brian worked his hands along Amber's thighs,
trying to ignore the way his erect cock was jutting out towards the young
woman.  Rose for her part, couldn't seem to take her eyes of it.

   "Smallest you've ever seen right?" Amber observed as Rose continued to
stare at him.  Brian fought the urge to squirm and hide from this intense
scrutiny.

   "I wonder." Rose murmured, reaching into a pocket she pulled out a
measuring tape.  "Just how small is it?"

   Brian looked at Amber in horror.  Surely even she wouldn't force him to
suffer through this new embarrassment.  But Amber just leant back in the
tub and smirked at him.  "You can wash me off now." Was all she said.

   Biting his lip, and trying to ignore the other woman, Brian took the
washcloth and slowly worked it over Amber's legs.  He gasped in surprise
and pleasure as Rose wrapped one cool hand around his shaft, expertly
milking his cock.

   "Just making sure this is as big as he gets." Rose said in response to
Amber's questioning look.  Brian whimpered as Rose gripped the head of his
cock unrolling the tape along his length.

   "Oh yes, this is definitely the smallest prick I've ever seen." Rose
laughed delightedly and Brian felt his toes curl with embarrassment.  "I
wish I could take a picture.  The other girls will never believe me."

   "Oh we can." Amber purred, holding the phone in Brian's direction and
pressing a button.  His mind fuzzy from humiliation and lust, Brian reacted
too slowly, his hands covering himself only after the damage was done.

   "See you next week Tiny." Rose laughed, blowing him a kiss before
sauntering out of the room.

   "What did she mean by that?" Brian asked nervously.  Amber's smile was
pure evil.

   "Rose did me a small favor, so I'll be loaning you to her next week.  It
should be quite an experience for you.  Rose specializes in customers
with... different tastes.  She has all sorts of ideas for you!" Amber
laughed at Brian's look of horror.  She lounged back in the tub, her
breasts exposed to him.

   "Are you going to start drooling?" She mocked, trailing a finger along
her cleavage as he stared at her.  Brian swallowed audibly, his cock
twitching and throbbing.  He couldn't believe how easily this woman
manipulated him.

   Amber stood and stepped out of the bat, droplets of water scattering in
all directions as she padded towards the bed.  Anticipating her next
demand, Brian grabbed one of the towels next to the bath and hurried over
to offer it to her.  She accepted the towel with a smile and he found
himself strangely grateful for her approval.

   "Such an obedient little man.  I can see you'll be easy to train." Amber
mused almost to herself.  "You know I was really just looking to take your
money this week, but turns out playing with you is just so much fun."

   Amber spread the towel out over the bed and lay down on her stomach. 
Brian stood waiting for her next instructions, his eyes captivated by her
exposed ass and pussy.  She lifted his phone in her hand and idly pressed
some of the buttons.

   "My, that pictured turned out great.  You can even see the numbers on
the tape!" Amber glanced back at him.  "Well?  What are you waiting for? 
Lick me!" It was an order that Brian was only too happy to obey.  Crawling
between her legs, he bent his head to her pussy.

   "Uh, uh, uh!" Amber giggled.  "My ass, lick my ass." Brian shuddered as
she wiggled her butt in his face.

   "It's your choice." Amber shrugged, waving his phone in her hand.  "Lets
see.  Who shall we send your picture to?" Brian ground his teeth
helplessly, trying to think of a way out of this.

   "Well?" Amber looked back at him.  Shuddering, Brian leant forward and
ran his tongue along the crack of her ass.  "Oooh, good boy." Amber moaned
as he pressed his tongue against her asshole.  "That's it." She squirmed
against his face.

   "Oh you're a natural ass kisser aren't you Dicklet?  Is this how you
keep your girlfriend happy?" Amber taunted him.  "You do have a girlfriend
right?" She smirked over her shoulder at him as his tongue probed her ass.
"Well?"

   "Um, sort of." Brian mumbled, pulling his face away from Amber's ass
long enough to answer her, his face red with embarrassment.  Amber rolled
over to watch him, her smirk widening.

   "Stroke your little dicklet for me." She ordered him.  Brian didn't even
hesitate, his hand reaching down to grasp and squeeze his stiff cock. 
Amber knelt up in front of him, placing her body only inches away from his.
Leaning in towards him, her lips brushing against his ear, she whispered.

   "It feels good doesn't it?  Squeezing your little prick.  What's your
girlfriend's name?  Mmm?"

   "Lynne." Brian blurted out before he even realized what he had done. 
His hand stroked his cock faster as Amber's presence overwhelmed his
senses.

   Amber edged even closer to him, her nipples grazing his chest.  "You're
such a horny little boy." She cooed.  "I think you'd do just about anything
to cum right about now, wouldn't you?" Brian nodded, barely able to think
through the pleasure.

   "Does Lynne know about your little problem?" Amber casually ran a hand
over his buttocks as Brian shook his head.  "Well... she's in for a big
disappointment then isn't she?" Amber laughed.

   Brian gasped, his cock twitching and throbbing in his hand as Amber
continued her teasing caresses, her words hammering at his fragile mind. 
He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

   "And that's why you came to me isn't it?" Amber was whispering in his
ear again.  "Because you want, you need a woman to touch you.  And no woman
will waste her time with that tiny cock unless you pay them." Brian
groaned, squeezing his cock, Amber's words almost more than he could stand.

   "And right now you really want someone to touch your dicklet don't you?"
Amber pressed her breasts against Brian's chest.  Her fingers caressed his
thighs briefly before gripping his wrist and pulling his hands away from
his needy cock.

   "I can take care of that for you." She cooed.  "Just ask."

   "Please." Brian moaned.

   "Ask properly." Amber teased.

   "Please... touch my dicklet." Brian whimpered, shivering with
humiliation and lust.

   "You need to cum, and you will." Amber whispered in his ear.  Her hands
caressing his thighs again.  "Just do one little thing for me." Her
fingertips grazed his shaft, making it jerk and twitch.  Brian moaned
helplessly.

   Amber raised the phone to his ear.  "Record a new message for me.  Tell
the world what a tiny cock you have." She laughed, her hand curling around
his dick, squeezing it ever so softly.

   Brian groaned, shaking his head, squirming at her touch.  Amber giggled.

   "That's all you have to do baby." She whispered." Say I'm Brian and I
have a small cock." Brian shuddered, closing his eyes, trying to clear his
head.

   "Don't you want to cum baby?" Amber's hot breath tickled his ear as her
fingers continued teasing his throbbing cock.  He whimpered, with need. 
"You can always delete it afterwards." Brian shuddered, taking the phone,
dialing with trembling fingers.

   "That's a good little boy." Amber purred, her hand squeezing and
stroking his cock now, making him gasp and pant for breath, his hips
thrusting towards her.

   "Hi, this is Brian and I have a small... cock." He blurted into the
phone before snapping it shut as Amber deftly worked his cock, taking him
the brink.

   Amber pulled the phone from his hands, releasing his shaft and slowly
laying back on the bed.  "Oh very good." She grinned up at him, spreading
her legs apart.  "Now start licking." Brian blinked in confusion.

   "Remember who's in charge here dicklet." Amber wagged her finger at him.
You don't get to cum before me.  Brian clenched his fists uselessly before
obediently lowering his face to Amber's sex and lapping at her pussy.

   "Mmm... that's my good little boy.  Don't take too long now.  You won't
get your phone back until I'm done with you." Amber laughed, her hands
pulling his face tighter against her cunt.

   Brian worked furiously, his tongue probing and teasing at her sex.  His
guts were clenched with fear as he tongue fucked his blackmailer.  He tried
to remember who exactly had his cell phone number as Amber writhed beneath
him, moaning in pleasure.  Finally she gasped and wrapped her legs tight
around his head, cumming on his face.

   "Not bad.  You really are a natural." She panted.  "You won't embarrass
me with Rose next week." Brian shuddered at her reminder that she owned
him.

   "Now, are you ready to finish?  I can see you are." She smirked again.
Crawling towards him, she reached out and casually grasped his stiff prick.

   "Make it quick little dick, I have clients to see." Her hand jerked his
cock roughly.

   Brian moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure at her roughness, but he
was too close to the edge from all the teasing.  In a matter of seconds his
cock spasmed and he shot cum onto the bed sheets.

   "A tiny dick and a fast shooter.  You really are fucking pathetic."
Amber laughed as she climbed off the bed, casually draping a robe over her
body.  Brian knelt, panting, on the bed as she walked towards the door. 
His body spent, his mind slowly clearing from the sexual fog Amber had
created.

   "See you next week loser.  Don't forget to clean up before you leave. 
You can pick up your phone at the front desk." Amber left the room without
even a glance in his direction, finished playing with her toy.

   Brian let his head rest on the bed, shuddering with a mixture of relief
that it was over and disgust at how easily she manipulated him.  He stared
at the pool of white cum that was soaking into the sheets.  Even at the end
she had denied him proper release.

   *****

   Leaving the building was even worse than the week before.  The women
were openly giggling and laughing as he slunk out of the door.  The greasy
fat man at the door couldn't keep the sneer off his face as he handed the
Brian his phone.

   It was obvious that everyone knew what Amber was doing to him and they
found it funny.  They were laughing at him.

   As soon as he reached his car, Brian pulled out his phone.  It wasn't
until he had recorded over the previous message that he realized he had one
voicemail already waiting for him.  His heart started pounding in his
chest. He didn't recognize the number.  Maybe it was just some marketing
call.  Maybe.

   Palms sweating, he pressed the button to play the message and raised the
phone to his ear.  There was a long agonizing silence before a familiar,
but distinctly flustered voice started speaking.

   "Ah... hi... Brian... It's Lynne." The message began, followed by a
nervous sounding laugh.  "Um... I'll call back." 
