Chapter 2: Bearing the consequences

Sandra felt as if her whole world had collapsed. She went to bed but had no sleep.

The next day at work, Sandra pretended to be calm, but she was far from calm. As soon as she had free time, she would type in to find: “cyber ​​blackmail, fraud, sex video blackmail...” and a host of other key terms into her browser in the hope of finding more information on the internet. Everything she read indicated that cases could only be resolved through the police. Sandra decided to contact the police department and arranged a meeting with Chief David Steiner. Since they both only had time after working hours, they agreed to meet in a cafe. David arrived just in time. After greeting each other, Sandra began to talk with great difficulty about what the problem was, and David listened carefully. She told him all the important details.

“So he didn’t ask for money or any other service,” David, the police chief, asked.

“That’s right,” she replied, nodding her head.

“That’s a good sign. Then we can wait to see how the situation will unfold, and when necessary, then we will report the case officially and intervene. For now, we will not officially open the case, but I will start an investigation. Give me the data of these guys,” David instructed, and Sandra complied.

“With things like this, money or some other service is usually asked during the first contact, so I deduce that this case is not so dangerous and gives us time to react. Of course, it isn’t pleasant and harmless. Mr. X is clearly not a classic attacker, a criminal. You said he mentioned a good relationship or friendship?” David pried deeper.

“Uhum, yes,” Sandra nodded.

David outlined his plan: “Here’s your advantage. In the next conversation, try to get closer to him. Let him feel the friendship growing. Don’t make him angry in any way, be kind to him, and procrastinate as much as you can. If it is one of the above guys, then we will solve the problem, but if it’s someone else, then we have to be careful. I will start something today, and you will act as I told you tonight. Tomorrow we can meet here at the same time, and you need me to copy the videos so we can find out who was filming and how it was done. We may even be able to identify the cell phone.”

Sandra was much relieved and thanked him profusely, then went home. She was impatient. She painstakingly explained her absence from going to bed together with her husband, justifying her new position at work and communicating with clients from other time zones. She went to the home office and immediately opened Skype after 10 p.m. Soon Mr. X appeared and they started texting.

/Hey, how are you?/ Mr. X inquired as if it were a social call.

/I’m fine, are you?/ Sandra replied, mustering up all her courage with a fake smile in her voice.

/Well, I could be better.

/Can I help you?/

/Well, you can./

/Tell me how./

/Well, I’m tired of watching these videos of yours and jerking off. I’d like to see you naked now./

/Um, so do you like the video?/

/Yes, very much so./

/May I know how old you are?/

/Why do you ask? I see that you don’t care about age./

/Yes, that’s true./

/Okay, since you let three young guys fuck you, I think you could do something for me too./

/And what do you like most about me?/

/Like everything, but your huge tits, for sure./

/Hehe... /

/Come on, turn on your camera and show me your tits./

/Oh no, you see them in the video./

/Don’t pretend now. You let the boys tear you apart, and now you won’t even show me your tits. Mind you, this is not a request but an order. Turn on the camera./

Sandra didn’t want to, but she remembered what the policeman had told her, so she turned on the camera.

/And now take off your shirt./

Sandra took off her T-shirt but kept her bra on.

/Now take off your bra./

/But everyone is at home, someone can come in./

/If you don’t want the recordings to go online, then do it!/

Sandra took off her bra. Huge tits showed up on camera.

/Oh, how big. Mmmmm./

Sandra was embarrassed. There was no communication for a few moments.

/Uh, this was great. We’ll meet there later tomorrow. At midnight. OK?/

/OK./

/Good night./

The next day Sandra and David found themselves in the same place. Sandra handed him the footage and told him what had happened last night.

“None of the three of them have been in the same place in the past two days between 22:30 and 23:00, but there is one much bigger problem,” David announced, and Sandra looked at him expectantly. “On the day of that event, one of the three was having his 18th birthday on that very day. This is a challenge, and administratively it cannot be bypassed if we officially open the case. Some prosecutors may want to argue that he was still a minor and that would be very embarrassing for you.

“Oh, my God, what should I do now?” Sandra panicked and wrung her hands.

“You have two choices. Either hire a private detective, or I’ll deal with it in my spare time, of course, unofficially,” David offered.

“Please, I’ll pay you as much as you want.” Sandra latched onto the offer.

“That’s out of the question; that would be bribery and corruption. I’m bored here anyway, and it seems to me that you are a person who needs my help,” David graciously declined.

“Oh, thank you so ... so very much.” Sandra felt a bit lighter knowing David was going to help her.

“Tomorrow at the same time,” David said as a way of saying goodbye.

Sandra could hardly wait for midnight; she almost fell asleep by the time Mr. X started his call.

/I would like to see your tits today. And it’s best to hurry because it’s late./

It was much easier for Sandra to comply the second time around, and she immediately bared herself and showed her tits.

/Now let’s see your pussy./

/Do I really have to?/

/Yes, you must. Or else I WILL keep my end of the bargain./

Sandra took off her skirt and panties. At his command, she turned the camera to her pussy and began rubbing her clit and pushing her fingers into her cunt. As soon as Mr. X was satisfied, he wished her good night and arranged the next appointment. And so it went all next week. Sandra no longer had such a hard time with cybersex, although Mr. X’s wishes were becoming increasingly demanding. She became his slave; he chose what she was to wear and what to be satisfied with. He made the most of it almost every night while masturbating, and Sandra managed to reach an orgasm every time. Mr. X was sometimes rude and sometimes gentle, and sometimes he treated her like his girlfriend and sometimes he treated her like a whore.

The investigation progressed slowly. David first realized that the sex tape had not been taken with a cell phone, and then he became even more worried. Still, he had to clear something up about Boris, Vito, and Dino. He waited for them when they were done with work one day and intercepted them at the exit of the building.

“Hi guys, do you have 5 minutes for me? I have to ask you something,” David stated brazenly.

“Okay, we’re listening,” Boris replied, assuming a somewhat leading role.

“We can sit on the waterfront. I believe you don’t want anyone to see you talking to a cop...”

“You’re right,” Dino agreed while the others were nodding in agreement.

They sat on the waterfront, and David started by stating the facts: “Okay, guys. This is how things stand. I know about your night at the hotel with Sandra.”

The boys turned pale. There was silence, and David continued. “I fully understand you, and I don’t blame you or her for what happened. In fact, I don’t care who does what and with whom as long as there’s no violence or crime. You are grown people, and you have to behave as such. I guess it’s clear to you that you should never tell anyone about it at the cost of your life. Sandra was kind to you and let you enjoy her.”

A long silence ensued, which was broken by Boris first. “We promised each other that no one would ever know anything about it. We all swear.”.

Vito backed it up quickly. “That’s right.”

You know if others find out about it, you could be convicted of rape. I don’t need to say how much the prison sentence is for that. If anyone finds out about this, Sandra’s life will be ruined, and she will be able to get away with saying you raped her, and then all three of you will spend your youth in prison. There you will learn what rape is,” David threatened.

“We are aware of that, and surely no one will find out. Not from us,” Boris assured David.

“Now tell me, do you have any pictures or videos of that event?” David pushed further.

“No,” Boris answered at once, followed by Dino: “We don’t.”

“I didn’t see anyone take pictures. Well, we’re not that idiot. Sandra works with us, and her son is our friend,” Vito explained somewhat indignantly.

David upped the stakes. “Would you be willing to let me look at your cell phones now, or would you prefer doing it more officially?

Vito handed over his cell phone, and Boris and Vito did the same.

“Okay guys, I trust you, and I hope you’ll continue to act like adults, like real men. And ... really good fuckers never brag about their successes. David was almost certain of his suspicions that these guys really had nothing to do with it. But then where did the video come from? Who filmed?

“Are you sure no one was with you anymore, and no one could see you?”

“One hundred percent,” all of the guys answered, Boris taking the lead again.

“Okay, guys, I trust you. Maybe I want to ask you something else these days. You can go now.” David curtly dismissed them.

“So did something happen?” Dino ventured his question that has been plaguing all their minds.

“Goodbye, and thank you for your cooperation.” With that, David left, never bothering to answer Dino’s parting question.

David tried to put the puzzle together, but so many pieces were missing. During that time, Sandra had sex sessions with a stranger almost every night. How much longer will it last? Mr. X had more and more wishes, and more and more often Sandra had to fulfill them. David took a day off and headed to Lapor at the Palace Hotel. He came to the front desk.

“Good afternoon, I’m Inspector Steiner. May I be free to ask you a few questions?”

“Yes, if it is in my domain,” the receptionist answered.

“I’m interested in what room 355 looks like.”

“I’m afraid I can’t help you because that room is busy now.”

“And is the layout the same for all such rooms?”

“Yes, on this floor all triple rooms have the same layout.”

“Could I take a look at one?” David broached the subject he had gone to the hotel for.

“Unfortunately, this requires the approval of my boss.”

“Um, if I went to the station now, it would take a long time to get a warrant...” David said mildly, and the tension was palpable.

David opened his wallet, removed the police badge, took out 50 euros, and held both out to the receptionist. “Can it be solved like this?”

The receptionist took the money and mumbled, “Follow me.”

They came to the same room where Sandra spent the night with the boys. David studied every detail carefully. He concluded that the scenes could only be filmed from the right corner of the room, where the table was. David took out his wallet and another 50 euros and handed it to the receptionist.

“Can you check if there was a service in room 355 during the night or in the evening of 7.6. or not?” David asked in a friendly tone.

“Not even with the best of intentions. It is about the privacy of the guests, and there is no chance of you finding that out from me,” the receptionist firmly voiced.

“But you can tell me who was on duty that night. Right?” David insisted.

David pulled out another 50 euros. The receptionist took it and put it in his pocket.

“Come.” And they went to the front desk again. “What date did you say?”

“7th of June,” Davis replied promptly.

The receptionist opened a book and David watched. After a short time, he said, “The night shift was Miriam Lenic.”

“Thank you very much. When is her shift again?”

Receptionist smiled. “She no longer works here.”

David was caught off guard. “Oh, so how’s that?

“I don’t know. I just heard she got a better job at the Saturn Hotel in Sidar.”

“Thank you very much for your cooperation,” Davis said as he turned away and walked out briskly.

David returned to Sidar. The next day, when he had no business commitments, he began researching. He soon learned that the owner of the Saturn Hotel was Valentin Manola. Then he began to sniff around. He went to the hotel and inquired about Miriam Lenic. He found out she was working the night shift tomorrow night.

Late the next evening, David began to hang around the hotel waiting for the right moment to corner Miriam. He only entered when no one but the receptionist was at the reception desk. At the front desk sat a skinny girl with black hair tied into a ponytail. She acted as if she were in her late twenties or early thirties. He approached her.

“Good evening, how can I help you?” Miriam, the receptionist, welcomed him.

“Are you Miriam Ledic?” Davis asked directly.

“I am.”

David took out and showed the police badge and introduced himself: “I’m Inspector David Steiner.”

“How can I help you?” Miriam replied coldly.

“I have to ask you a few questions. Do you want to come to the police station, or can we do it here?”

“Um, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. What is it about?

“First, let me ask you how you are managing here. I know you only recently started working there.”

“Well, it’s OK. I’m satisfied.”

“How did you manage to get this job? I didn’t see any notices posted or an ad looking for workers.”

“Well ... I don’t know. I just heard they were looking for workers...”

“Do you know Mr. Manola personally?” David asked more determinedly.

“Yes, uh ... no, I mean I know him now.”

“And you didn’t know him before you were employed?”

“Well, I didn’t.”

“OK. So, on the 7th of June, on Saturday, you worked the night shift in Lapor at the hotel.”

“I guess so,” Miriam replied with an air of indecisiveness.

“Did you have to provide any room service?”

“I probably did; there were a few requests every night.”

“Do you remember visiting a room on the third floor?”

“I really can’t remember.”

“Try to remember until tomorrow. Do you want me to send you an invitation to come to the station, or would you prefer me to visit you there?”

“Hm, during the day I have a lot of work here...”

“When do you work the night again?”

“In two days.”

“I’ll see you then.”

David had a feeling he was on the right track. He could easily have interrogated and learned the truth from Miriam or taken her to the station for questioning, but this was still not an official case, so he had to work like this.

During all this time, Sandra was sexually exploited daily by Mr. X. Virtually, of course. It was no longer a problem for her to do whatever he wanted. Well, she enjoyed it in a way, especially when Mr. X dared to show her his huge tool. Sandra tried to ask Mr. X not to have contact almost daily but to limit it to once a week. Mr. X did not agree to that. Sometimes he would even contact Sandra during office hours so she had to go to the toilet and masturbate for him.

David visited Miriam again and continued where he had left off two days before.

“Well then. Miriam, did you have room service in the triple rooms upstairs that night? Were you or not? I mean, I can find it out in another way. I will go to Lapor and look at the room service records, but I really don’t feel like filling out all the paperwork and traveling there when you’re already here. You do understand, don’t you?”

“I think I had a room call...” Miriam started haltingly.

“For a room with 3 guys and a woman, right?”

“Um, maybe that. I don’t really know.”

David put some pressure on Miriam. “You don’t look like a senile person who has lost their memory.”

“Yes, I think it was that room.”

“And what did you take in there?

“I think it was champagne.”

“That’s what they ordered or someone else?”

“Um, I don’t know; I really don’t remember.” Miriam was starting to panic.

“Miriam. You obviously don’t understand the seriousness of the situation. Try to remember; search your memories! A crime took place in the room! Do you want to be a suspect because of your stupid and ambiguous answers? You’re the only one who came into the room, and you know what that means? When my colleagues come to you, they can persuade you to say anything. They can persuade you to admit what you did not do. Do you watch crime series on TV? You know what I’m saying is possible! To avoid this, be honest with me at this initial stage of the investigation. Here’s my number, and call me. Think about it: do you want to spend the next life paying expensive lawyers to defend yourself from something you didn’t do? Or would you prefer to tell me the truth and be calm?” After his tirade, David was gone.

He knew he had played well and that Miriam would call him. During this period, the city was gradually filled with tourists. The beaches were no longer empty, the streets were full until late at night, and the bars and restaurants were open longer. Even David had more work to do than in the previous period. That was when she called him. Miriam called his number in the afternoon—just as he expected. They arranged a meeting at the end of the pier near the lighthouse.

“And what could I be accused of?” Miriam asked apprehensively.

“I am neither a judge nor a prosecutor. It depends on them. I’m an investigator,” David replied in his usual, cool demeanor.

“And what exactly happened there?”

“You know I can’t talk about it while the investigation is ongoing. Have you decided if you want to help with the investigation or hide the evidence?” David asked harshly.

“Well, I’ll help because I’m not guilty.”

“So if you’re not guilty, then what’s the problem? Why did you try to lie to me?”

Miriam cried then and hiccuped, “I just did what they told me.”

“Calm down; let’s start over. Who told you what?” David hit a sympathetic note.

“I was at the front desk. The disco was closed, and there was no one left in the lobby, and then a lady came.”

“Which lady? Do you know her name?” David tried to keep Miriam on track.

“I don’t know her name. She was in the company of the minister the whole time. An older lady, I think she’s from the government, and she’s the mother of my new employer.”

“All right, and what did she tell you?” David prompted Miriam.

“She asked about me, how much my salary was, whether I was satisfied with my job, and so on, and then she offered me 200 euros if I could take the champagne to that room. I agreed. I took a bowl of ice and glasses, went to the bar for champagne, and prepared everything. She paid for the champagne and gave me 200 Euros. When I was ready to leave, she put a ribbon with a button on the bowl and told me that when I put it on the table, the button must be facing the other corner of the room. I knew it was a camera, and I refused. I returned her money. Then she said that her son owns the hotel and will hire me on much better terms. I honestly wasn’t happy at the Palace. I wanted a change of job, and I agreed.”

David was emphatically humming, but Miriam started crying again. “I know I’m guilty, but I didn’t think anything bad was going to happen.”

Miriam was all in tears. David hugged and comforted her. “It’s okay; I understand,” David murmured sympathetically.

“Will I be charged? I will definitely get fired now...” Miriam hung her head low in desperation.

“No, honey, this conversation didn’t happen. I will try to protect you, I promise. You can call me at any time to talk,” David told her reassuringly.

David was pleased. He was on the right track. He went home and devised a plan for how to proceed. The next day he arranged a meeting with Sandra.

“I have a lead. I can’t tell you the details, and now I need your help,” David broke the news enthusiastically.

Sandra was hopeful. “I’m listening.”

“First tell me what your relationship is with Mr. X.”

“Well, I guess it’s okay, but it’s more and more demanding. He always wants me to undress. Also, I saw part of him. I mean, that thing. Young and very ... very big...” Sandra recounted somewhat breathlessly.

“Hold on a second. So you have concluded that this is a younger, hm, hm, gifted person?

“Yes, as far as I could see.”

“No tattoos or other features?”

“No, none.”

David was determined now to see this to the very end and unveil the plot. “Tomorrow you will request a meeting with your boss, and you will tell her everything.”

“Hm. I’m not comfortable with it, but if I have to ... I’ll talk to Sofia.”

David clearly had a plan. “Yes. It’s of utmost importance. It’s like inserting a Trojan horse.”

Sandra asked Sofia for a private talk, and they agreed to meet for coffee during the lunch break. Sandra was calm and slowly told Sofia in detail everything that was going on from the incident in Lapor to the last contact with Mr. X. Sofia listened to her carefully. She didn’t look surprised and didn’t show disgust in any way.

“Um, this is a fucked-up situation, and I’m so sorry. You have my support in everything. I don’t judge you, and I fully understand you. I even envy you, haha. Of course not for this situation, but...” Sofia ascertained.

Sandra was relieved. “Thank you, you are very reasonable.”

“Good thing you called the police. In my opinion, it was definitely one of them who did it. Do you want me to do anything?” Sofia offered.

“The policeman said that I was not to do anything alone. He is watching out for me,” Sandra replied.

“Yes, of course. If you need days off, tell me. You can take as much as you need.”

“Better not. I think less about it when I work.” Sandra massaged her neck, evidence of how stressed she really was.

“Yes, that’s right. Nothing ... I have to go, and you be strong and sober. Everything will be fine; don’t worry. Let me know if there is any news.”

Sandra informed David, and he told her that now she just had to wait for the development of events. In the meantime, he contacted Filip, his former colleague from the cybercrime office.

“Hello, friend. What’s up?” Filip asked, picking his phone up on the second ring.

“I need a favor, privately,” David said in hushed tones.

“I’d be very glad to, friend, but I’m at the airport now. I’m going on vacation. Is it urgent?”

“Well, it is, but I will manage. I won’t bother you. Enjoy your time off.”

“I’ll get back to you when I get back,” Filip promised.

David needed Filip to hack Sofia’s cell phone. David didn’t want to do anything without proper information, so he resigned himself to waiting patiently. He had other things to do anyway.

It was past midnight. Sandra was waiting for Mr. X to call her home office. But Mr.X did not respond. Not that night, nor the next few days. Sandra waited in the office every night, but Mr. X had disappeared. Sandra was happy, but it felt as if she were missing something. Instead of Skype and Mr. X, Sandra went to search on porn sites for the first time in her life. Watching porn, she fingered her pussy until she came.

A few days had passed, and everything calmed down. As if nothing had happened. Sandra went to bed at the same time as her husband. They practiced marital duties again. Sofia and Sandra talked nearly every day—which was a new element in their relationship. Sofia assured her that it was all over and that nothing more would happen.