And then Dan Jacobs had phoned her.

She looked down once more at the pictures. There was no doubt it was her. Her long blonde hair was tangled and her mouth was open in heat. She looked depraved.

"Oh my God," she said softly. "I don't understand. I really don't understand."

"It's simple," he said. "You took a little pleasure. Now you're going to have to pay for it."

"Blackmail," she said. "You want money?"

"Not money," he said. "I just want you to go to work for me. For six months. Then I'll give you the pictures and I'll move on to another town. It's safer that way. Just six months."

"Oh my God," she said again. "I'll pay you money. I'll do that. But I couldn't do that."

"You will," he said.

She didn't like the slow smile that came over his face. She tugged her skirt down and got off the bed. She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. At that moment she didn't believe him. She couldn't believe that he would ever part with those pictures.

"Don't go out the door," he warned. "Or you'll find your pictures going on sale in every bar in the country."

Then she knew he meant what he said. He was not bluffing. She knew what going to work for him meant, but she couldn't allow those pictures to be distributed. She turned around to face him once more.

"You win," she said. "Six months. That's all."

"I knew you'd understand," he said. "Now strip it off, bitch. We're going to have a little lesson to seal the bargain."

Before she had enjoyed the sex with him. She couldn't deny that. But now something else was happening to her. He was treating her like a common whore and it was both exciting and frightening.

She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Her bra was next. She shivered as she felt his hot eyes caressing her full tits.