Her heart jumps as she hears the chime of the door bell, a cold shiver runs up her body. Her mind screams at her to just ignore it, to sit her, pretend no one is home. But the fear of what he might do if she refuses his command overpowers the fear of what she knows she is about to do.
With shaking legs she rises from her chair, she looks down at herself, seeing the sexy underwear beneath the partly opened robe. She pulls the robe closed around her and loosely ties the sash, then heads towards the door. Even as she approaches the door the rational part of her brain is telling her to just take the package, don’t open the robe, how will the blackmailer know if she did it or not.
And with that thought in her head she eases the door open slightly, looking out. Standing there is a young man, maybe in his twenties, holding a small parcel and an electronic signature machine. He looks up as the door opens, a friendly smile on his face.
“Parcel for Annie?” he enquires as he holds the small package up, no more than a large envelope really.
“Thank you, yes I’m Annie” she informs him as she starts to reach out for it, thinking she may be able to take it without showing much more than an arm and her face.
“You need to sign here first” he tells her, holding out the machine. She goes to reach for it through the small opening she has left in the door, but even as she does, she starts to wonder if maybe this is her blackmailer, or if not, whether it’s someone who knows him, who will report back if she performed or not. Panic overtakes her that he may even now be thinking she isn’t doing as told and could be all ready to send that email he has threatened her with.
The panic is enough to make her react, to give her the strength to do what she knows she must. And so stepping aside she opens the door wide, just thankful that her front door is sheltered and no one can see it without standing where this young man is now.
She sees his eyes dart over her body, taking her in even in the loosely wrapped robe, but she knows the orders are to show the underwear too. And as she takes the offered machine from his hand, she lets a hand catch on the sash holding it together. Instantly the robe falls open, and she is almost pleased with the reaction, seeing his smile spread, seeing the delight in his face at the sight before him, making her realise that the underwear is as sexy as the blackmailer had told her. But her pride is quickly overtaken with pure embarrassment as the young man starts to ogle her more, letting his eyes linger on her chest and then her panties. But she knows better than to say anything or try to cover up, instead quickly signing the machine and handing it back to him.
“Thank you” she stammers as he take it from her, his eyes so obviously on her panties and not her face.
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