[NSFW] The Panty Collector

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    Mrs Bonnie Smyler handed them over to the smooth-talking blackmailer with no small amount of trepidation. She knew the risks she had just taken in agreeing to slip away to his hotel room. She'd had her eye on him for months now, resisting his attempts to woo her. She knew his reputation as some type of philanderer. Her friends had intimated as much, but his charm was irresistible.



    It was late October and she'd been looking forward to the evening's fancy dress party. Her husband Kirk Smyler, a newspaper magnate, had dressed up as an American gangster, and she as his Moll. The party had been in full swing for the better part of two hours when she spied him, alone at the bar. She excused herself from her group of friends feigning her need to refresh her drink. She'd decided that tonight would be the night.

    He'd accepted the invitation knowing that Mrs Smyler would be there that evening. He'd spotted her the moment he walked into the lounge bar of the Ambassedeur Hotel. He'd prearranged the booking of a room with expectations of having one of the rich women for company this evening. He still hoped it would be Mrs Smyler though he doubted that that was very likely, given her resistance to his usually unfailing charms. He was up for it, eager to get his jollies with one of these rich bitches. He'd done them all, with one exception. Mrs Bonnie Smyler was a hard one to entice between the sheets. He'd been trying for months with no success and all but given up hope of ever doing so. His eye was on the blonde babe, Regina Mayfair, wife of the casino owner, Bradley Mayfair. This would be his third encounter with her and she was into bondage. He'd successfully been blackmailing her for nearly a year now. Sne was posting the package with the goods and money every week without fail, to her assigned PO Box number. Each of his conquests had their own dedicated PO Box, paid for by himself. It was time to reinforce his grip on her and up the extortion money. All of the young wives present here tonight were under his influence, each of them supplying his needs when called upon to do so, thus avoiding any scandal in their marriages. Mrs Smyler was the only exception.

    He seemed to be deep in thought when she approached the bar.

    "Good evening William," she said, smiling at him.

    "Ah!, good evening to you too Mrs Smyler," he replied, shaking himself from his reverie.

    "You seem to be deep in thought. Anything you'd care to share?," she asked him with a furrowed brow.

    "I was just thinking how lucky Kirk was to have such a stunningly beautiful wife," he replied, taking in her shapely form and beaming his brightest smile.

    "I know it's rather cliched, but I bet you say that to all the girls," she responded.

    "No Mrs Smyler, I don't. Not all the girls are as lovely looking as yourself. Especially tonight. You look absolutely ravishing."

    "You certainly know how to make a girl feel good, William."

    "You deserve it. In fact, I envy your husband his good luck in wooing you."

    "You seem very sure he wooed me. Maybe I was the one who snared him."

    "Same result."

    "Are you hitting on me Mr Hunter?."

    "Would it do any good if I was?."

    "You don't seem like a quitter to me, William. My father always said that he respects a man with dogged determination. Such a man is sure to make a success out of life. A Winner is a term he often used. Are you a Winner, William?."

    "Are you hitting on me, Bonnie?."

    "Could be I am," she smiled while raising her empty glass to the bartender.

    "Here, let me pay for that," offered William, hope building up as he looked at her in surprise.

    "Well thank you. That's very sweet, but I'd close my mouth if I were you. You look like a Goldfish out of the water," she said, laughing at his look of surprise.

    The bartender topped up her glass with a G and T, and slipped a cocktail stick with two cherries inside it, garnishing the edge with two slices of lemon. Bonnie Smyler took the glass from the bartender and thanked him. William paid him and returned his attention to this stunning woman. Something in her mannerism told him that tonight just might be the night he'd finally win over his latest victim.

    "Would you like my cherry, William?," she asked him suggestively while holding out the cocktail stick, centimetres from his lips.

    "I'd love to taste your cherry," he winked at her.

    "Then I do hope you have a room," she beamed back at him.

    "Oh dear sweet lady!, that I do," he responded with charm while taking the offered fruit in his mouth.

    "Then does it have a number?,"

    "Indeed it does my dear. Suite sixty-nine to be precise."

    "How very quaint, sweet William. Let me make my excuses to my husband and I'll check out this suite sixty-nine. If that's all right with you I mean?."

    "Absolutely perfectly fine with me," he responded eagerly, hardly believing his good fortune.

    "Then why don't you head on up to this suite sixty-nine and prepare us some drinks?. I'll be there shortly to inspect the linen," she beamed back at him.




    He checked the position of the concealed camcorder and switched it on to long play. He then checked the secondary back up camcorder and made a slight adjustment to the angle, when the knock came to the door.

    "IT'S OPEN," he shouted.

    Bonnie Smyler glided into the room, her shapely young form gracing his presence. He smiled at the stunning beauty. Taken with the grace in which she held herself. She looked at her surroundings, suitably impressed with what she found.

    "Why William!. Look at these mirrored surfaces. I never took you for the kinky type you know."

    "It was available so I just had to take it."

    "So you've entertained here before, I take it?"

    "I have. No point in denying it."

    "Anyone I know?,"

    William hesitated, unsure how she would react if he affirmed that question. He had no intentions of ruining his chances of getting his prize.

    "Oh come on William!. No point in denying it you know. You obviously knew about this room. I mean it's not as if this encounter will turn into anything more than what it is."

    "I just don't want to upset you any is all."

    "For goodness sake William. I'm hardly a novice. I'm well aware of what goes on in this sordid little world."

    "Then yes. You do know her."

    "Care to share?."

    "Regina."

    "Regina Mayfair?. I am surprised. Butter wouldn't melt in that prissy blonde's mouth if everything she said was true."

    "She's quite the adventurous type," responded William.

    "Oh do spare me the details sweet William. I really don't care what you two got up to in here. I think it would spoil the atmosphere."

    William took the drink he'd prepared on entering his suite and handed it to her.

    "Such a darling. Thank you," she responded while kissing him on the lips.

    "So it doesn't bother you that I've made out with some of your friends?."

    "Heavens no!. Why would it matter in any case?. I'm not about to leave Kirk for you, you know."

    "I wouldn't expect you to."

    "How disappointing. I'd rather hoped you would have found the idea worth the effort at least," she said pouting in a playful manner.

    "Oh it would be my dear Bonnie. But I couldn't offer you the luxuries that he can afford."

    "And do you think that that is all a girl cares for?."

    "Oh no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean you were a gold digger or anything."

    "Apology accepted. Now let playtime commence," she said while slipping out of her flapper dress.





    "Come on now!. Hand them over!," ordered William hand outstretched.

    "This is outrageous!," she responded while holding out her smooth, cream coloured, rubber panties.

    "You think so?. You know what really is outrageous Bonnie?. It's you being silly enough to give in to temptation and letting me fuck you while your husband makes small chat downstairs. Now that really is outrageous."

    "You are despicable. What possesses you to do such heinous things?"

    "What possesses you to commit adultery?."

    "That is different and you know it you, Cad!."

    "Is it really?. A Cad am I?. Well, let me be even more of a Cad because this is what you are going to do from here on in."

    "Isn't it enough that I have to let you screw me whenever you want?."

    "No it isn't. That's just a side benefit. The real meat is yet to be revealed, that is if you don't want me showing your husband these vids," he laughed while wiggling the mini discs in front of her.

    "What more do you want? You bastard."

    "No more than the rest of your friends provide. Every Friday morning, you will wear a pair of your sexiest underwear. You will keep them on all day until you retire. You will then place them, as they are, in a sealed plastic bag and post them to this PO box number," he instructed while handing her a small card with the number of the box.

    "You are sick!."

    "Now! now!. Much more of that and I'll have you do it every day. Along with the packaged panties, you will include one thousand pounds sterling in notes."

    "That is extortionate!. One thousand pounds every week?. What makes you so sure I can afford that sort of money?."

    "That's your problem Bonnie," he said while sniffing the gusset of her rubber panties.

    "You dirty fucking pervert William," she exclaimed as she pulled on her flapper dress.

    "I know Bonnie. A rich dirty fucking pervert at that dear," he responded, as she left the room, slamming the door behind her.

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