Sam couldn't help but grimace a little at the girl, but he thought for a moment about sending her away before finally saying, "Come in Bailey, and thank you."
Bailey didn't hesitate at all as she entered the house she'd spent quite a bit of her youth in. Sam couldn't help checking her out, in her shorts and tank top, with a bikini as underwear. Bailey was a pale, freckled face who generally wore a lot of sun screen under the sun. As soon as he closed the door she rounded on him with a hug and a smile. "Emma wanted me to give you that hug since she couldn't, and wanted me to make you breakfast."
He cringed a little and looked down at her as she broke the hug. "That's great Bailey, but before you do that, we need to talk."
Bailey couldn't help but notice that he sounded a little odd, and with a look of concern on her face she made her way over to the couch. "Is everything alright?"
She knew she could call him Sam, but her parents had raised her to be respectful of her elders so she'd always addressed him so formally.
"Yeah. I mean, no, not really." He couldn't find the words so he did the only thing that made sense to him. He just handed her the letter.
Sam sat down and watched nervously as the girl read the letter. It seemed to take her a long time, as though she was reading it several times just to make sure. Finally Bailey looked up and said, "I was afraid this would happen."
He was surprised. He doubted that the letter was genuine (even though the pictures were obviously). With a bit of concern he asked, "So what's going on Bailey?"
The teen let out a long sigh. "Well, as you know for my eighteenth birthday I got a new laptop. Well, it wasn't brand new, my parents couldn't afford one this year. Apparently where ever they got it, someone had already hacked into it. It started out simple, apparently they got pictures of me in my room changing and stuff like that, then one time they got a video from afar of me on my bed masturbating.
"From there the blackmail really started. They made me perform for a video once a week, and every night about ten minutes before I went to bed I had to pose for a photo in whatever way they wanted. I'm sure the pictures come from those."
She looked hesitant for a moment, wondering where they might be before Sam spoke up. "I only saw the top one Bailey. I haven't looked through them or the DVD either."
The expression on Bailey's face was one of forgiveness. "Thank you Sam for being considerate, but I suppose it won't matter since you're going to get to see and feel a lot more of me than the photos and videos would provide."
Sam was stunned into silence for a moment--'did she really just say that?' he wondered to himself. The fact that she actually used his first name was completely missed by him. "Are you saying you're going to go through with it?"
She stared at her best friend's father with an incredulous look on her face--he was about to stammer in response before she finally said, "Go through with it? I don't see what choice we have? They've threatened to ruin you if you don't, and who knows what they'll do to me if I refuse."
Bailey stood up and looked to the front door. "I'll be back in ten minutes Sam," she said, heading to the door and exiting the house without waiting for a response.
To say the wait to see if Bailey was returning, or if possibly police would be knocking on his door was rather agonizing for Sam. On the one hand, he'd watched Bailey grow up from a kid into a very cute young woman. And sure while he'd try to catch glimpses of her body in revealing clothes or swimwear when he could, he never actually thought about fucking the girl.
His front door opened and Bailey returned, now with a backpack in hand she quickly set on the couch. She returned to the door and closed it, locking the deadbolt as well. She looked at Sam and took a deep breath. "So I brought my laptop over--so that way if the blackmailers are paying attention they can see the first bit of things to know we're both cooperating."