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Thursday

Rob woke up to a wonderful sensation; Bren was licking his cock. This is the only way to wake-up, he thought, then he looked down. It was Tracy!

He really didn’t care at the moment; she had a delightful technique. Her teeth lightly caught the edge of the tip and she pushed her tongue firmly on the tip, then pushed him past her teeth and lips while her hand squeezed the base. Rob groaned and he could feel her smile. Bren was in the doorway, "I guess he woke up?"

Trace took her mouth off and stroked him firmly with her hand. "Yeah, and it took him long enough. I thought he was going to cum in his sleep." She took him deep in her mouth again.

Bren came into view, then leaned down and kissed him. "Tracy decided to come over here and eat breakfast."

Tracy sped up her up-and-down hand movements and seconds later he exploded. By the time she lifted her head, Rob felt drained, but that was only the beginning. Bren came down and kissed Tracy; they were sharing his cum! There is a name for that, but that doesn't do the eroticism of the act justice.

Then they had the nerve to kick him out to get a shower while they took over the bed. By the time he got out, two very sexy women were cuddled, obviously from some quality lovemaking. "So how was breakfast?"

Tracy looked at him. "That reminds me, I’m starving."

Bren laughed and asked him to cook a big breakfast while they shared the shower. How could he refuse?

They came down arm-in-arm. Rob served breakfast and joined them. "Actually, Hottie, I came over to discuss an unreal proposition your wife made me the other night."

"Is she propositioning strange women again?" He turned to Bren. "I thought we talked about that?”

Trace cracked up; Bren smiled. Tracy continued, "Baby doesn't have to proposition me about sex. She can have me anytime and anywhere she wants me."

"I wouldn't say that; she might surprise you!"

Trace smiled sweetly, "She already has." Brenda blushed at that compliment. "No, silly, the incredible living arrangement offer she made out of the blue." Now she looked a little nervous.

"So when are you moving in?"

She looked shocked. "I can't believe this. I could be a criminal, a sexual deviant, a druggie, how can you invite me into your home? People like you don't really exist!"

"Do you have a criminal record?"

"Hell, no!"

"Do you abuse drugs?"

"Robbie, I'm a pharmacist. I know better."

"You aren't one yet, so let's make that a requirement. Your cute little ass stays in school and you graduate!"

She still looked stunned as he continued, "As for being a sexual deviant, we already know you are, so what's the problem?"

She snickered and then got serious. "What do you want from me? Maid service, cook, laundry, sex slave? What are the strings?"

"No strings, no demands. You're one of us now and we aren't doing this to take advantage of you. We love you. Amy loves you. Dave wants you. Their kids think you are great. Move in whenever you want; you and Baby can plan it out."

"What if I want to be some of those things once in a while?"

"You can do or be whoever you want, just do it because you want to, not because of any obligation you think you owe us."

She sat there and stared at her plate. They let her mull it over. When she looked up there were tears in her eyes. Bren slid over and hugged her as she started crying.

Even a lummox like Rob recognized tears of happiness, but he still hated seeing her cry, or anyone cry.

Amy took that moment to walk in, earlier than normal. As you would expect, she joined in the cry-fest even though she had no idea what was going on. A bunch of kisses later, they finally calmed down.

Aim asked why the waterworks. Tracy told her, which started off another round of crying, screaming, and kissing. Rob stood up and they looked at him. "I'm going into the office before I start regretting that decision." They laughed and went right back into crying and whatnot.

Almost an hour later, Trace and Aim came in arm in arm. When they started in with the thank you’s, he told them to knock it off. So Trace got in his lap and kissed him, her face still streaked with tears as he hugged her close while Amy acting like the mother-hen and clucked over both of them.

"Aim, call Dave and have him ready for step two."

"Do they know?"

"Oh, they know something’s wrong, but they think it's a system problem. They unplugged their phone last night, so I guess they got some more calls."

Tracy asked, “What have you been up to?”

"I just reset the page people go to for a problem, and then I swapped their system email address with their home phone."

"Subtle, very subtle. Why not just drop the bomb and fuck 'em?"

"Tempting, but if we scare them, they might bail — with copies of stuff, then they can blackmail people for years. We want to shut them down if we can."

Aim got off the phone. "He got another email from the bitch ordering an appointment after work; we figured she would do something. Dave’s nervous, but ready, willing, and looking forward to it! The kids and I need to be out; can we come here?"

"Of course, bring your suits and we'll have a nice evening swimming and burn some chicken. Trace, why don't you come too?"

"Okay, can I start moving some stuff?"

"That's up to you, whenever you want to. I can help when you need it."

Amy said, "We can help too."

"No," I said firmly. "Not until our neighbors are dealt with; you don’t know Tracy well 'officially'. I don't want Joanie or John to get any ideas until it's all over."

Aim frowned. "Party-pooper."

"I gotta be dreaming; this stuff just doesn't happen,” Tracy sat there bemused.

Rob grinned at Aim and then pinched Tracy's butt. She shrieked and launched herself straight up, then stood there and rubbed her very fine ass.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that." She glared daggers at him. "You too, Sexy," she directed at Amy who held her stomach as she laughed hard.

Dave was set for step two. Rob decided to initiate step three. He shut down the main server for a few minutes and added a couple of scripts to their messaging application. He brought the system back online; now every email message that came in would be forwarded to everyone with a mail account. Since that included some very personal traffic - pictures, stories, contacts - it was going to be a lot of fun to watch. He also added John's and Joanie's work emails to the address list so they could share in the fun. One last change —he added their work emails to the help/support page so people could voice their displeasure.

He watched the email traffic for a minute and saw only five messages a minute coming in, but that was pretty early in the day on the East Coast. Rob bet traffic would get much heavier later.

He snickered to himself and decided to join Amy, who was sunbathing on the deck. "You know, the eye in the sky is watching you play with yourself?"

"Awww, I was hoping it was you watching."

"I was busy arranging more mischief. This will give them a clue that something is very wrong with their site, a real clue." He told her what he did and she laughed again. He sat down next to her and they chatted about everything but Joanie and John. For a while, it was like none of it had ever happened.

"Can they see this video later?"

"No, I changed the parameters so the system can see but fails to record anything from the outside cams. The ones in the house are set to record, in case something interesting happens."

"How many cameras do they have running?"

"Too many! They have one each in their living room, bedroom, kids' rooms, and the guest bathroom in the upstairs. In the basement, each room is wired except for a small storeroom. There are also several outside. Normally the cams are set to record. I set them to just monitor.”

“Have you been looking at any of the crap on there?”

“Some, Joanie has a dairy-like file on each blackmail victim, although she calls them by less polite names."

"How does she refer to Dave?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"I already know what she planned for him; how much worse can it get?"

"She refers to him as “John's cock-toy”. I almost missed it because she doesn't call him by name. But the timing of the file and the entry describing her conversation in your backyard told me that's who it was."

"What a bitch! And what makes me madder is I liked her. I thought she was so great!"

"I know, baby; she really had the wool pulled over all our eyes. What kills me is all the crap going on in our own neighborhood and we didn't see but a tiny part of it."

"Hey, I am not 'baby'; I am 'Sexy'!"

He laughed, "Don't I know it! That was an endearment, sexy, not a case of confusing your identity."

She slid over to one side and invited him to join her on the lounger. He declined and invited her into the house. "I would hate to give Andy a heart attack if he wandered by. I think it's time to add some taller trees to block off the street better. I hate fences, but a nice privacy fence might look pretty good right now...about seven feet?"

Amy got up; anyone looking couldn't help but see the admiration in his eyes for young and sexy Amy. Her bathing suit was smaller than she normally wore and it showed off her body so nicely. Knowing Rob watched, she stretched her arms high and twisted her torso around to give him a nice view of her. He whistled in appreciation. The suntan oil gave her skin such a smooth and shiny look. His cock stirred as he remembered exactly how she felt in his arms. They walked back in and she headed upstairs to his bedroom. He was surprised, but not entirely. She was now family and entitled to go anywhere she wanted. Rob locked up and followed.

She had pulled the comforter and top sheet off the bed and stretched like a cat. Against the white sheet, her tan looked even darker. She rolled over and stuck her ass in the air, stretching her back more like a feline than any woman had a right to be able to do. When she looked at him, she licked her lips and smiled one of the most incredible smiles. It was pure sex, and it said, “Come hither and fuck the hell out of me!"

In some ways, Rob could understand wanting to capture a picture of a moment for posterity. Seeing Aim, in her small bikini, lying against a white sheet, with that sexy smile was a true work of art.  But the picture wouldn't capture her smooth motion, almost a sensual dance, the way her legs moved as she lifted her ass in the air. A static image would lose so much. Even a film would miss the spicy scent—a combination of Bren's perfume, suntan lotion—and Amy's arousal had to be experienced to be believed.

Joanie and John were forgotten as he knelt on the edge of the bed and took Aim's feet in his hands. Her skin warm from the sun. He pulled her feet slowly, her knees slid down and that magnificent ass descended down to the bed. The cheeks of her ass actually dimpled as she tightened them up.

He ran hands up her legs. Aim purred, a sound that seemed to run right up his spine. When he reached her ass, he untied the strings on each side of her bottoms and folded the material down and pulled the suit bottoms up and off. The pressure on her pussy caused her to raise her ass with a hiss of pleasure.

He straddled her, then untied her top and pulled it very slowly out from under her.  He knew how that would rub across her nipples. Rob smiled to himself, got up and walked to the head of the bed. With intentional slowness, he looped the ties from her bottoms around her wrist. She didn’t say a word, but her eyes were impossibly huge. He tied the other strings to the post. If she really wanted to, a quick twist would release her arm, but she didn't try. He did her other wrist, and she pulled testing the limited range of motion.

"Don't pull too much or you might ruin your suit."

She relaxed her arms but tensed again when he rubbed her back, ass, and legs. A sensual massage - the suntan lotion worked to help, and soon she purred again. Every time his hands reached the top of her thighs, she would open her legs, and then give a disappointed sigh as he moved away. Her scent and the slowly spreading wet spot told him how excited she was getting.

"Stop teasing me and fuck me already. You are driving me nuts."

He kissed the small of her back and nibbled at the top of her ass. Helping her up to her knees, her legs stayed partly spread, which opened her pussy to him so sweetly. He kissed her ass cheeks and she pulled at her restraints, trying to get enough purchase to push back at him. He touched her pussy and slipped two fingers in quickly, which caused her to gasp. He slowly fingered her wet pussy; in moments, she wriggled wildly as she tried to get herself off.

"You know what I want."

"Not that again? You and Dave really have a thing for my poor ass."

"There is nothing poor about this ass." He gave it a little smack, which made her jerk to the limits of her restraints.

Looking at her bound wrists, she said, "You know, I'm not too sure about this."

"So free yourself if you want."

"Not yet, but I might."

"Well, until you make up your mind..." On that note, he pushed her cheeks apart and started to tongue her ass, and ended at her tightly closed flower. He rimmed her slowly which brought a wonderful groan from Aim.

"That feels so good, but it seems so dirty... Don't stop!"

He smiled, which isn’t easy with your tongue sticking out, but he listened to Aim; he couldn't help it. He kept up his assault on her ass until he could tell she was close. "She gets so wild the closer she gets!"

Amy kept pushing back as hard as she could, but he teased her with his tongue. Her arousal filled the air like perfume and the soft silkiness had him fully excited. As she came close to an orgasm he removed the fingers and stopped touching her, letting her calm down a bit.

"Why did you stop?"

"Just making sure, Aim; things might be a bit sore."

"Oh, it fucking hurt, but right now it would hurt more if you didn't."

He went to the nightstand and got some lube, Rob looked down at her. Her back was partially arched, her slim but strong arms pulled up, her bathing suit stretched to its limit. He smiled at that, but was sure they could deal with that challenge... later.

Placing some of the lube on his cock didn't affect it any, even though it was cold. He squirted a small amount right on her little bud which made her scream at him. The cold made her jump and shiver, but as his finger penetrated her, she calmed down quickly.

Lining up his cock, he pressed it into her bud, which opened reluctantly. As the head entered, Aim's head came up again as she hissed painfully. He stayed still and didn’t move while she adjusted. She did so slowly, but the pressure on his tip was like a satin glove—firm, yet soft.

She put her head down after several long minutes and he pushed a little deeper. She was unbelievably tight. Rob remembered making love with a virgin in college, but they had nothing on Aim's ass! Her muscles felt like they were fighting him, but at the same time, she pushed back against him.

Slowly he went deeper and deeper until he felt his hips come together with her ass. He was in!

"Fuck, you are huge. Please wait a few."

"Alright, but only because you said please."

As she lay there, he once again marveled at how she looked. Her muscles sculptured her legs and ass and showed off her tiny waist. He looked at the two of them in the dresser mirror and he caught her as she looked as well. She smiled that sexy grin and wriggled her ass a tiny bit. Taking that as a signal, he started slowly pulling out. She groaned, a long low groan right up to the point he stopped with just the head inside her. It felt like she was trying to push him out, so he slid back in nice and slow. She let out a throaty "Ooohhh!" which turned back into another groan when he changed direction again.

That's exactly what it was like—a groan followed by an “Ohhh”, one right after another. Aim clenched at the ties, tugging them hard. In an effort at self-control, Rob thought, 'I guess she won’t need that suit again.'

She started to cum, and her ass seemed to get even tighter and tighter if that was even possible. She fell down flat, taking him with her; for a second, he thought she would tear it out by the roots. As it was, he couldn't stay in her at that angle and popped out, still hard as a rock. A few strokes along the crack of her tight ass was all it took for him to cum all over her lower back.

Aim was out of it completely, so he untied the ties and grabbed a quick shower. When he walked back into the bedroom, he started to laugh. Aim had put her suit back on but needed a good sixty pounds to fill it again. It was stretched out pretty bad. She threw a pillow at him.

That started her laughing as she hit the shower. She came downstairs for lunch and wore a pair of Bren's shorts and one of his tees. It was huge on her, but she still looked sexy as hell.

"My suit's a wreck. As punishment to you for that, Bren and I are going shopping!"

Rob laughed. "Sure, like that’s a threat!"

"We're taking Tracy and one of your charge cards."

He gulped like a dying guppy.

"Anyway, how goes the war?"

"Not bad. Joanie's mailbox at work must be full; it's rejecting messages now. John must be deleting his as they come in. The systems routed over 300 mail messages already, some with some large attachments and the pace is picking up. I think people are complaining."

Aim started laughing. "300 messages! Oh my God!"

"Yeah, but now they know something is definitely wrong with their system; it'll be interesting to see what they do."

"What can they do?"

"Well, they could ignore it or they can go as far as shutting the whole system down. It all depends on what they think the problem is."

We heard a car turn the corner so we looked out and saw Joanie's car go by. They grinned to each other and took their lunch to the basement to watch.

They saw Joanie enter her basement server room in a rush. She went over to the main console and logged in. She tried to access a couple of admin functions, but she couldn’t seem to find them. Rob and Amy snickered as she dialed her cell phone.

"It's me . . . I don't know what the hell is wrong . . . I can't get into the mail servers to fix it,” she paused and listened.

"No, I didn't type the wrong password."

"Fine, you come and fix the fucking thing. But if I get one more fucking email, you are in deep shit. What about shutting it all down?"

"I know all about the paying customers. I've been getting their goddamn emails all morning."

"Fine, fine. Just get it fixed. My IT manager at the office is pissed off at me, the stupid little geek. Has yours done anything?"

"Oh, your asshole thinks it's funny. Well, fuck him, another annoying geek."

"No, I didn't change anything."

She hung up and railed a bit at the universe. "Goddamn computers, so stupid they appear smart. Goddamn John, he's supposed to keep up with all this. Double-goddamn Kurt for not being here when I need him."

"Kurt! There is a new name." Aim and Rob rummaged through all the crap they downloaded and didn’t find a “Kurt”. "I bet Kurt is their computer geek."

"Huh?" Amy looked puzzled.

"Someone built that system for them. They aren't very computer illiterate, but someone does the real work — like design, architecture, and probably upgrades."

"Should we worry about 'Kurt'?"

"It wouldn't do us any good. If he's in their address list then his mailbox is as full as any of the others. The difference is he would know this isn't a minor error, but someone hacked in."

"This isn't legal?"

"Neither is blackmail, sexy."

She got real pensive as they watched Joanie leave and go back to work. When the kids got home from school, they had them do their homework and then let them talk themselves into swimming. Sometimes things worked out for themselves. Rob had some chicken prepped when they saw first Joanie, then John, and finally Dave come home.

Just as the chicken went over the coals Dave came over and then Bren came in with Tracy. They knew the cameras were still on, so they assumed they were being watched and sat back for a relaxed evening. Dave smiled a lot, so Rob guessed they would get the details later.

For public consumption, Bren formally introduced Tracy to Aim and Dave. Andy wandered by to say hi so they made sure she was introduced to him as well. By tomorrow, most of the neighborhood would know Rob and Brenda were taking in a boarder. Rob bet Andy never saw Trace’s eye color!

By nine PM, the kids were pretty tired. Amy parked them by the TV upstairs and the group sat around to basement in council.

Rob gave a rundown on all the activities, including the email switch. Everyone rolled over that one. Then Dave told about his little tête-à-tête.

"She showed up right after I got home. She didn’t even knock, just walked right in like she owned the place."

"Get the hell out of my house!"

Joanie stopped in surprise, ''So he's going to try and bluster his way out of my clutches—like hell," she thought. Aloud she said, "I thought we had an appointment?"

"We did, but what gives you the right to just waltz into my house?"

Joanie held up an envelope. "Imagine how little Amy will feel once she sees this."

"Imagine how Amy will feel when she discovers how you've been spying on us. Imagine how Rob and Brenda will feel when they learn about it. Imagine how happy my lawyer will be to slap a million-dollar lawsuit on you for violating my privacy. Imagine how those cuffs will feel when you sorry ass is hauled away for blackmail."

Dave's voice got louder and louder with each sentence. He also stood straighter and slowly advanced on Joanie who backed up without realizing it. "Now get the fuck out of my house. You do your worst, and we'll see where this ends up, bitch!"

Joanie retreated in confusion. Nothing like this had ever happened. The fish was hooked; they never escaped; they usually just worked the hook in deeper.

"Wow, Dave; that was great."

Amy and Brenda hugged him from both sides while Tracy looked at him in admiration.

"Well, that should shake them up a bit."

"What do you think they'll try next?"

"I don't know."

Tracy jumped in. "If they were smart, they would drop the whole thing. If they want to push, Joanie will go after Amy next."

Amy added, "That makes sense. Will they show my flashing?"

Tracy answered. "I doubt it. Her little book says aim, no pun intended, for the heart. She went after Dave to get you. Officially Dave doesn't know this. If she wants you, what about threatening Dave? Could you be talked into things to protect Dave?

"Oh my God. If I were ignorant of all this, I might get in trouble."

"And five minutes under her cameras, you would be a victim for years."

Aim looked at Rob. "So how do we play it?"

"Let's make it irresistible and give her a shot. How’s your acting ability, Amy?"

She thought for a minute and said, “If you are thinking what I think you are thinking, I love the idea! Let’s set her up!”

A few minutes later, Amy and Dave headed home through the backyards, carrying the kids. As they got home, Amy 'realized' she had left something at Rob's. She cut across Joanie's yard and saw her inside and waved a friendly wave. Joanie returned it hesitantly.

"John, Amy just went back to Rob's and she waved at me. Obviously, that asshole didn't say anything."

"You don't know that."

"Fuck you. I have been interested in that little slut and Rob got to her first. I am going to get her right now."

"Joanie . . ."

"Fuck off, you damn wimp. You don't fucking tell me what to do. If you are nice, maybe we can still land Dave for you. But not if you act like this."

John shut up; he knew nothing would deter his wife. 'She is also furious with Dave,' he thought to himself, 'If she does win, maybe she'll vent on him and leave me alone for a while.'

Joanie grabbed her envelope and sat out on the deck. She saw Amy leaving Rob's with a bag. "Hi, Amy."

"Hi, Joanie. It's a little late to be hanging around on the deck; mosquitoes are gonna be rough soon."

"Oh, I just stepped out. Actually, I wanted to say hi."

Amy stepped up on the deck and sat with Joanie at the table. "Well, hi. It's been a few days. You should have come over and joined us. We met Brenda and Rob's boarder."

"They are taking in a boarder?"

"Yeah, a student over at the college. She's a friend of Brenda's who’s into a little financial trouble. Brenda offered her a place for a while. Apparently, she and her boyfriend just broke up. You know how it is."

"Oh yeah, I remember being in college and having to play those games. I don't envy her. I'm surprised Rob would go along with it. I know he likes his peace and quiet."

"I think tonight was kind of a trial run to see how they got along. My kids think she's great. I like her too."

"And Rob?"

"Well, she didn't throw up his beer, and she actually liked his wine, that port."

"Oh god, Rob will put up with anyone who drinks that sweet crap."

Joanie and Amy laughed together, and then Joanie got a serious look on her face.

"Amy, there is something I want to talk with you about."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, Dave did something really awful and I don't know how the neighborhood will react."

"What happened?"

Silently, Joan pulled out the pic of John.

Amy studied the picture. "Are you sure that's Dave? It barely looks like him. I can't believe..."

"Oh, it's your husband, all right; in fact, there is a video clip which is a whole lot more graphic and shows a much clearer facial shot."

Amy stayed silent. Her hand shook, apparently in anger. "That's Rob's patio, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"So he was peeping on Rob and Brenda?"

"I don't think Brenda was home, but I think we both know what he was looking at."

Amy looked up.

Joanie continued. "He was watching you and Rob. I guess you were going at it pretty hot and heavy."

Instead of denying it, Amy just looked at her. "What game are you playing?"

"No game; I am deadly serious. There is a lot you don't know about me, but there is something I want. If I get it, no one else will ever see this print or that clip. Dave could be arrested for public exposure and public indecency. You would be ruined if his work found out about this."

Amy sat there looking at the picture. She dropped her shoulders. "What do you want?"

"I want you, Amy. I am bisexual, and I want you."

"All this just to make a pass at me? You disgust me. Why the hell didn't you just ask me; you have to blackmail someone to get laid? I thought we were friends!"

"We are friends. If we weren't, then this picture would have been all over the internet and Dave's office. The cops would be knocking on the door. I figure if I do this for you, you can give me something I want."

Amy stood, "We were friends and you try and pull something like this. We have been neighbors for years. I can't believe you would do this. If you wanted to warn me as a friend about something Dave was doing, fine. If you think I am fucking Rob, we could have talked about that. Hell, if you wanted me, you could have just asked. Who the hell knows? I might have said yes. But this is unforgivable. I wouldn't touch you for any reason now, and I certainly won't let you touch me. Go to fucking hell, you bitch!"

Amy strode off the deck in anger. Joanie was shocked. Two in one day! "This is crazy, Amy. You know how much damage this can do to you?"

"It's better than dealing with you!" Amy screamed at the top of her lungs. Brenda came out onto the deck. She called, "Amy, are you okay? I heard shouting."

"I'm fine, Brenda, but you better ask that bitch next door about the fucking game she's been playing. But tell her if she comes near me again I will kick her fat ass."

Brenda looked over just in time to see Joanie retreat into her house. She waved at Amy as Amy went inside.

"Rob, that was perfect. Now Joanie is really confused. Dave dumps on her, Amy dumps on her. Their websites dump on them. This is so great."

Rob sat on the couch with Tracy in his lap. Bren came over and kissed them both. “We watched the whole thing and heard part of it. Amy was perfect!”

Bren sat down and watched as Rob jumped the cam to the image in Joanie's basement. John was at the main console still trying to gain access.

John said, "I was watching; you screwed that one up. I bet she tells Dave. If he's already talked to his lawyer, he's going to be really steamed now."

"Shut the fuck up. I know that. Have you fixed the website?"

"No, I can't get access either. I think Kurt did something remotely."

"That SOB. I'll kill him the next time I see him."

"He said he was going to be gone for a while, I think this is his going-away message and we'll never see him again. Do you know if he moved out of his apartment?"

"How the hell would I know?" Joanie threw herself down on the bench against the back wall. “Fuck this fucking place. What the hell is going wrong? Dave finds a spine and Amy is madder at me than him for whacking-off watching her and Rob. Kurt screws up our website so we are seeing all the mail and the goddamn phone calls."

"Speaking of the phone calls, we had another a few minutes ago. Things are getting worse."

"How the hell can they get worse?"

"Two people complaining about all the mail they are getting?"

"WHAT?" she screeched.

"It seems everyone is getting the mail and the only way they have to complain is to call our home number. We had fifteen messages before the machine was full — all angry and all demanding refunds."

"FUCK! That goddamn Kurt! How the hell is he doing this?

A pop-up message appeared on the screen. :JOHN OR JOAN GO TO THIS URL: www.*****.com/**.html"

"What the hell?"

"Kurt's playing games. Go to it, you prick."

The browser opened up on a beautiful picture of Joanie sucking on a cock, and it wasn't just any cock, but a huge cock that certainly didn't belong to John.

"Oh fuck, how did he get this?"

I don't know, but someone has it. And they posted it on our system. Shit, someone else has manager rights. We are so fucked. Kurt is the only one who can reset the admin password. I don't know how."

Joanie shoved him out of the chair as a request for chat pops up.

“Kurt, you bastard, I will ruin you for this.”

“Is this Joanie the bitch, or John the bastard?”

“This is Joanie you asshole, Mistress Joan to you, you fuck."

“Not any longer, you stupid bitch. Life, as you knew it, is over.”

“What do you want?”

“It's time for you to close up shop. In the morning your customers will be able to view their favorite sites again, only this time both of your offices will be listed as the focal points. People will be able to call your work to complain about your website. Isn't that delicious?”

“I know how to blackmail people, you fuck, what do you want?”

“Let me tell you what I have done. First of all, I have a complete back-up of your site. Every picture, every diary, every chat. I have your blackmail material and even your own encrypted files showing how you did it. The cops would love this. And so many people would be perfectly willing to rip you two to shreds.”

“So what? My material will get you in some interesting trouble with your job, you stupid little pervert. Hookers are your speed, remember! Your boss and your family are going to fucking love that!  I still have your stuff on DVD, in my safety deposit box.”

“So we each have something the other wants. I'll meet you in front of your bank in the morning, right after opening. If we go in together and you give me those discs, I'll give you one with the commands needed to fix your stuff, and all this will go away.”

“Fuck you, you bastard.”

“No choice here bitch. You were getting so boring anyway.”

Joanie screamed!

“What is your bank, bitch?”

Joanie told him.

“See you in the morning, have a good night.”

"Fuck Kurt, anyway, who needs the disks? He was getting too wimpy out for any real fun. I am going to kill him tomorrow."

"Joanie . . ."

"Crap, another wimp heard from. I've had enough tonight. Sleep down here in the playroom. I want some privacy where I can think."

John eyed the computer with great suspicion but decided not to share his thoughts with her.

Rob, Brenda, and Tracy watched and laughed the whole time. “That network message-send worked great. And she is so convinced we were Kurt, whoever he is.”

They toasted themselves then went up to the bedroom for a nice gentle nightcap of loving sex.

The morning started with a 6 AM phone call, Cyd.

"Hi handsome, we still on for later?"

"Sure, come on by, but don't count on seeing Joanie, she has lots on her mind right now."

"I bet she does, you can fill me in later."

"OK, Cyd, later."

Bren stirred, which got Tracy up. She stretched. "You know, I don't need a room, just let me sleep here every night."

"You can sleep here whenever you want, but you'll need someplace for the marvelous bed Brenda told me about!"

"Oh, I guess so."

They quickly kissed each other awake and decided to use the big tub to shower together. Tracy is such an uninhibited personality, and positively contagious!

Rob checked the computers. Not a lot of activity last night, but hundreds of requests to deactivate accounts. If all of these people paid the full year's access fee, they would cost the assholes some serious pocket change. “Good!” He stopped the auto-mail forwarding and just forwarded all the cancellation and refund requests to their emails, and made sure to auto-reply to the individuals so they know whose email address to contact.

They had breakfast on the deck, and behaved themselves for a change — just in case anyone peeked. Rob was looking forward to getting used to this!

"So what are the plans for the day?"

"Well, you two are heading to work."

"Not me, I have a class this morning. I’m supposed to work from 2 till 9 or 10, but I told them I was moving and scheduled it off, hopefully, I won’t miss all the fun."

"It won't be real visible fun. I just think it's either now or never. We can let things die down and see if Joanie will make due on her threats, or push things to try and gain the upper hand. I think we have them over a barrel, and they have no idea."

"Yes, but how to close it out?”

"That's the tough part. We set our goals and the only way to reach them is to nail them to a wall."

"What about Kurt? And Joanie's meeting right after the banks open."

"You know, thinking about her standing right in front of a bank with a CD that might have questionable stuff on it makes it real tempting to just call the cops, but I can't do it. Let her stand there sweating and we'll see how she reacts."

"Dave did tell me everything else was set with our bank officials, we are in business."

"What business is this?" Tracy asked.

"That one is a surprise, Tracy, dear. If things go well, you'll hear about it. It’s not directed at this stuff, but something else."

"Hmmm, you still trying to protect me, Hottie?"

"Damn straight, Slutty. Baby, Sexy, Horny, and I decided to work this one in the dark. We'll surprise you with it later!"

"Hrrrmmphh, you know I hate surprises."

"Awww, because I love them!" Bren said and hugged her.

"So what's next, Robbie?"

"We let Joan stew over her bank visit. With any luck, she'll bring the CD home and maybe we discover who Kurt is."

Bren and Tracy headed out; Aim came over after the kids left for school. They spent most of the morning on the computer and cataloged some of the crap. About 10:30 Joanie tore around the corner. Obviously pissed off about something. Rob grinned at Aim and turned on the link, they watched her storm in the house. She headed right downstairs.

As she logged in, Rob said to Amy, “I think she was looking for a chat from Kurt”. Not wishing to disappoint her, he logged in and said:

“Good Morning, bitch, did you do your chores?”

Joanie was visibly fuming. “I was at the bank, you asshole, where were you?”

“I decided the bank was too public. Do you have the CD with you?”

“What kind of a fucking idiot do you think I am, it's back in the box.”

“That just means you have to go get it. When I am sure you have it, I'll be in touch. In the meantime, you might check your work email. I guess some of your customers are more than a little annoyed. They are canceling their accounts and demanding refunds. I hope your bank account can stand it.”

“What the hell did you do now?”

“I just started forwarding more mail, this time anyone demanding a refund. At last count, you've lost fifteen percent of your customers. I guess not everyone has realized just how far mail sent through your system has spread. And for some reason, they seem to think you and John are running this show. I wonder when the first lawsuits will follow.”

“They can't sue us for what you have been doing?”

“Oh, they certainly can. This is America, land of the lawsuit and legal torts. You are hip deep in things and the only records are of a valid system admin taking actions. How can a system be hacked when I am an authorized administrator? Right bitch?”

Rob signed off before he got annoyed and let something important slip. Amy and he retired to the deck to get a little sun and talk about anything but this crap with Joanie.

Amy went home to do a few things, when Joanie came out on her deck, very annoyed. Rob wasn't sure how to play this one, so he decided to leave things alone and catch a quick nap. “I figure Amy would be back soon and Joanie and Amy weren't likely to ever co-exist anymore.”

A few minutes later he heard someone come up on the deck. He was surprised to hear Joanie's voice.

"Robbie, you got a minute."

"Sure Joanie, what's going on?"

"Too much, but I need some advice. I think I screwed things up."

"Okay, what's the deal?"

"Our security system shot a pic of Dave doing something nasty. When I tried to talk to Amy, she over-reacted and now she hates me."

"I know she's mad, but she didn't give me the details. What do you think I can do about it?"

"Just ask Amy to that I am sorry and not to worry. I just screwed up and I would hate to lose her as a friend."

"I can pass on the message, but you know her pretty well. Once she makes up her mind, it's hard to change her direction. The good part is she's usually right. You must have screwed the pooch bad!"

"I did. And I have some other problems and I don't want to worry about Amy."

"What else is going on?"

"Oh, some stuff on our computer. I don't know how that's going to work out, but it seems we were hacked."

"Hell, that sucks, call the cops?"

"No, I would rather not do that. A lot of people can get hurt — including Amy and Dave."

"Amy and Dave? That must be some security picture. But your best bet is to get the cops involved. If you have been hacked they should be able to locate the hacker and if it's causing a loss of money, they can throw several books at them."

"I was wondering if maybe Cydne can help?"

"She's a real pro, but you have to talk this one over with her. She’s good, but if you aren't playing things perfectly straight up, she'll let you fry! She has ethics and I have never seen her violate them."

"Ok, I may talk to her when she comes over. How are your plans firming up for your new venture?"

"Oh not bad. A few partners and I are thinking about some real estate investing. It looks like we might be able to pick up a few private properties and set-up a nice management arrangement for them. The new computer gear will support that."

"Partners, I thought you would be working solo for this one?"

"No, this requires more capital than I have. It's not definite; we are looking for our first property."

"I thought maybe capital was a problem, I heard you have a new live-in."

"Damn rumors get around fast here. Yea, she's a friend of Brenda's who needed a place at an affordable rent. She's a student and works practically full-time. Brenda likes her, so here she is. Amy thinks she great, she's a little younger than Amy and I think they'll get along just fine. And of course, the most important reference, Amy's kids think she's wonderful."

"I heard she drinks port?"

"Oh, I know where you got that tidbit. Yea, she does like it which, of course, speaks very well of her."

Joanie shivered, just like the old Joanie.

"Now If I can get her weaned off of that American horse-piss she drinks and into a decent beer she'll really be perfect!"

Joanie laughed. I have forever called her beer just that. She has all sorts of pet names for my beloved Guinness as well.

"I better go before Amy comes back and tries to throw something at me."

"OK, Joanie."

"Bye."

A little after she left, Amy came back up. "I saw the dragon lady leave. What the hell did she want?"

"She wants to bury the hatchet."

"I know exactly where I want to bury it."

Rob gave her a rundown on the conversation and she looked amazed. "She asked you?"

"She has no idea I'm involved. I think she was either trying to defuse the situation with you so she could concentrate on other things. Or maybe she was setting the stage in case the fallout became public, and she thinks Brenda and I might stay on the sidelines."

"Too fucking late for that."

"You know I love it when you talk dirty. It's funny she didn't mention her suspicion of us. She still believes we are screwing around, so I'm surprised she didn't try anything with that little tidbit?"

"Yea, that's out of character for her. How will she play this?"

"No idea, Sexy. This is getting complicated!"

"I'll say! So what's next for us?"

"Nothing except thinking. I wasn't planning to involve Cyd anymore, but Joanie's given us a nice opening. The question is what do we do with it?"

No ideas came to mind and Amy needed to head home, so Rob headed out to take care of a few things. Brenda came home and decided to stick around. Cyd was due in anytime and he certainly wanted to keep her away from Joanie. In some ways, he was glad for someone like this Kurt, because it gave Joanie a target. He was worried about her connecting Cyd with what was happening. When he got home Brenda and Cyd were chuckling. Cyd looked at him with a “You bastard" look.

"You pain in the ass. Here you have been carrying on with your neighbors and a sexy little twenty-something while the rest of us thinking you were so impeccably perfect." She said it with a laugh.

Bren didn't really need to chime in, but she did. "Oh he is perfect, wait till Amy tells you who did what to whom that first time. He actually tried to avoid it."

"You're kidding; he wasn't jumping at the chance for her?"

"Nope, the Boy Scout still lives. He just didn't let it interfere with the finer things!"

"And you, I am amazed. I knew you had a wild streak, but this?" Cyd laid her hand across Bren's arm and squeezed it a little. The unspoken message was there, the question was what Bren was going to do about it. Cyd and Bren, Rob’s knees got weak as he thought about it.

"So when do I get to see Amy again? I remember her being a little mousy — in personality, definitely not looks."

"She'll be by later, but first things first. Joanie wants to talk to you, I told her to come over anytime."

"That's interesting, I wonder what’s up?"

"I think she's looking for help. She mentioned a computer problem."

"Oh, that's rich. You are the asshole who hacked her system and she's looking for you to help her?"

"Actually Cyd, I think she's looking more for you to help her."

"Shit, I don't want to touch her system again. I wonder why she's coming over here. Is her husband home?"

"I doubt it, but with their current headaches, he might be."

Joanie appeared as if on cue at the back door.

“Knock, knock.”

"Come on in Joanie. You know Cyd of course." Bren acted like such a nice neighbor, but I could tell from her posture she wanted to tear Joanie's eyes out. Joanie was too preoccupied to realize it.

"Hi Brenda, Cydne, Rob. Look I really have a problem and I was wondering if you can help me."

We sat around the kitchen table while Brenda poured coffee.

"OK, Rob and Brenda, I don't think you know this, but John and I run a website from our home. It's not exactly a family-oriented site."

"You run a porn site?" Brenda sounded astonished, a real hammy astonished.

"Yes, you could call it that. We make quite a nice little bit of money with it. Cyd saw it last week."

I turned to Cyd. "You mentioned a nice set-up, but you never did tell me what they were doing with it."

"I can't, it's against the rules. You know me, hidebound to a fault."

"Alright Joanie, why are you telling us now?"

"We've been hacked. I think you two might be able to get control back from the hacker."

"Can't you just shut it down?"

"Sure, but then all the users will want refunds. You have no idea how expensive that would be."

"Since you set it up, you should have all the master passwords. You shouldn't have any trouble regaining control and then you can hire me to beef up your security."

"Well, the largest problem is that the person who set it up for us is the one hacking us. He's threatening all kinds of trouble. He's even started forwarding things to my work. The networks guys at work are going to kill me."

"Oh shit. You got hacked from the inside. I assume he has all the passwords?"

"Yes. All the accounts have been reset and the passwords I do have just gives me regular user access."

"That's tough. Your best bet is for you to rebuild the servers from scratch. A complete re-build, you can't even run a restore because your hacker would just jump right back in. You don't need my expertise for that."

"Damn, I was hoping for an easier way. A complete re-build?"

"Complete. And I wouldn't even restore data files, who know what traps your hacker may have left. You will have to start clean. A new website — no content unless it's been verified as clean."

"Damn him to hell. That would take weeks. Our customers will freak out!"

"There is another option, go out of business."

"Tempting, but we'll still be liable for refunds. We're not incorporated, no protection. And the hacker already made sure the customers all know who we are."

"That's interesting, will people on a pay-for-porn site actually take legal action?"

"Some will, some always do. Some are already threatening."

"Can you afford it?"

Amy and Trace came in from the deck and froze as they saw Joanie.

Joanie turned around and saw Amy. She didn't seem to recognize Tracy, which was a relief in Rob’s mind.

Dave came in as well. The only thing missing was John. But it didn't matter. Brenda's patience had far exceeded its limits.

"You have no one to blame but yourself."

With those words, all our we planned went out the window. Bren just couldn't stand it any longer. Patience was never her strong suit. I quickly looked at Amy and Dave; they were as resolute as Brenda sounded. The game ends here and now!

"What? Brenda, it's only a website."

"I don't give a shit about your website, you stupid bitch."

Joanie looked shocked.

Amy hit her from the other side. "Blackmail is such an ugly word."

Joanie looked at her.

I added to the flow. "And spying on your neighbors is even lower."

Joanie turned to me and started to open her mouth.

Bren took the reins again. "It's time for you, and that bastard you're married to, to leave out our little community. Sell your house; get the fuck out of here."

"You can't . . ."

"Hell yes, we can! You and your childish games get the hell out."

"Brenda, we've never done anything to you."

"Not directly, but to our friends and neighbors, you certainly have. You crossed a huge line when you went after Dave and Amy."

Joanie tried her ace not realizing it was impotent. "How the hell can you protect the woman screwing your husband?"

There was a bit of a pause, and then Brenda burst out laughing.

"Laugh all you want but I saw this wimp." She pointed at Dave, who bristled at her words. "He was beating off while these two were fucking in your basement."

Brenda laughed so hard tears were coming out of her eyes. "You stupid bitch, Dave wasn't jerking off at Rob and Amy, he was watching Amy and me!"

The rest of them actually broke up at the look on her face.

"You and . . .”

"Yes, you fat cow. He was watching Amy and me. And if I knew he was there, I would have invited him to join us. He's a great fuck!"

On that note, Amy went over the Brenda and they hugged.

Cyd watching with huge eyes and Tracy had a similarly huge smile.

"You couldn't just walk up and ask us. You had to play these stupid games. Hell bitch, if you wanted to join in we might have let you. Up until your true colors came out, we thought you were pretty terrific. But now, you can just kiss my ass!"

Joanie looked around the room and her whole manner changed to a dangerous thoughtfulness.

Tracy stood by Dave, her arm around his waist. "Don't even look at me, I just moved in and I’m learning so much about the neighborhood now. I think it will smell much sweeter after you are gone."

Dave just looked at Joanie with disgust.

She looked at me and I smiled a huge evil smile at her. Cyd was grinning now, taking it all in.

"Just wait until everyone hears about this. You think you can dictate to me. You are worse than anything I've done."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," I said as I slid a picture of her, being ridden. I followed it by another of John sucking a cock and getting fucked in the ass at the same time. "Care to see the video?"

"YOU!" she shrieked!

"Hell yes! I needed to see just what you had and what you have been doing with it."

"You can't do that, what you did is against the law."

"Like your activities have been above reproach, I hacked your site all by my little lonesome. I was in it even before Cyd paid you her visit. You are disgusting and we have all the proof we need. The city is going to be very interested in the laws you broke running this site from home. The cops will be very interested in your blackmail records, all of them."

Cyd smiled, "I would have helped if they needed it, but you set up your system in such an idiotic way. I think your buddy built it that way hoping you would get hacked."

Tracy snickered, but didn't join in."

"Get the fuck out and tell your asshole that the site is down as of now! Plus you have seven days to sell your fucking house or all this goes to the cops."

"You all did this to us? But...” She looked like a suffocating fish.

"It's no worse than what you have been doing to some of our friends and neighbors. You are arrogant and well as stupid. Imagine how your office would love to see this one, or the thousands like it. How about all the blackmail victims discovering that you have lost your teeth? They are going to be very happy."

She shut her mouth with a snap, deflated now of even her anger.

Dave jumped in, "Rob; let's buy their house as our first property."

"That's a great idea. OK, bitch. Dave is one of my partners. We'll make an offer of the Fair Market Value for your house. We'll even throw in enough to cover your computer system in the basement. Anything else you are stuck with. That's it, get the fuck out, and go explain to the other bastard the good news! Make sure he understands. One slip and his office, your office, the city, the cops, and all your victims get to pick over your bones."

She stood, turned, and found herself face to face with Amy.

Amy looked up at her; it looked like a rabbit standing up to a bear. Joanie couldn't meet her eyes. "I thought you were so great. I also thought you were my friend." Amy reared back and slapped Joanie right across her face, knocking her to her knees. We were all shocked!

Amy turned her back to Joanie and for a second Rob thought she might come off the floor at Aim, but all the fight was out of her. She got up slowly, listlessly, and headed out the backdoor with her hand over her cheek.

We laughed, and that laughter followed Joanie home. Tracy cleared her throat. We all looked; trust Tracy to force a gear change.

"Last one in the Jacuzzi has to bring drinks." She said it as she ran to the stairs, clothing disappeared as she went.

The rest followed in a blizzard of clothing. Rob not sure who was last, but a Guinness appeared in his hand so he was happy. The six of them squeezed into a four-person Jacuzzi, Amy on Tracy's lap, Bren on Dave's, and Rob got his first good look at a naked Cyd as she sat on his. They paused, more of a tension breaker than anything else.

That was when Aim started crying.

Tracy hugged her close. Amy cried on her shoulder. "It hurts."

"I know, sexy, she betrayed your trust and friendship."

Amy sniffed, "No, not that. My hand, I think I sprained my wrist hitting her."  That set us all off even as we were hugging her.