Chapter 1

This happened to me about 20 years ago when I was in my early 20s. It was mid-morning on a Saturday and I had walked out of my apartment, headed to my boyfriend’s place, when my landlord Carl shouted out “Hey Theresa, nice tits!”

Looking over at him and his wife June, I made a show of looking at my chest, then back at them. Both of them were all smiles, so I figured there was a joke coming. “Thanks for noticing, but you’ve stared at them enough before without saying anything!” I walked over to the two of them.

Honestly, I sometimes pretend to be annoyed at guys ogling or commenting on my breasts, but I’m actually pretty proud of them. I’m at the border of a C and D cup (34 D, 38 C for any dudes shopping for their lady), and to me they’re just perfect - big enough without like rolls of fat. As Carl said, nice tits.

“Not this morning” he continued, drawing out the joke, “They looked great last night!”

“They look great every night!” I bantered back. June laughed, and it looked like I’d won this round.

“We saw Bobbie when she was leaving your party last night” June began to explain. “She had one of those video camera, camcorder things. She showed us a video of that boyfriend of yours lifting your shirt and flashing your bra, Mardi Gras style.”

Both the landlords seemed amused by the whole episode and let Theresa off with some gentle teasing.

“I didn’t ask Jack to lift up my shirt, and I sure didn’t want you to be showing everyone the footage!” I told Bobbie, flushing red. I’d detoured to her house right after I talked to my landlords. “I want that tape right now!” I demanded.

Bobbie stared at me with contempt. We’d never been friends, just part of the same social circle. She was short and pudgy with acne, and I’d always felt she was as ugly inside as she was outside. “You were loving it last night! You laughed right after he did it. I have a video of it!” she shot back. Bobbie was always ready for a fight, I’d avoided her in the past whenever I could.

All of this was new to me at the time. Twenty years ago there weren’t cell phones and people didn’t think about being recorded unless someone had a camera or there was a news crew with a massive commercial camera on a tripod around.

“Look Bobbie” I tried to reason with her, “You can’t take footage of my boyfriend flashing my tits and show it around town. I’ll call the police if you don’t give it back right now!”

Anger flashed across her face and I knew threatening her wasn’t going to get me what I wanted. “Check the laws, I took the video and it belongs to me! You don’t have shit on me. Call the police, I’ll let them have a good look at your boobs and we’ll all have a good laugh. After they’re done I’ll send a copy to the news station and see if they want to put it on the 6 pm broadcast!”

Desperately, I started to cry. I think she was right. At the time that whoever took the footage owned it. There weren’t any revenge porn laws or anything like that. I knew that the police would think I got what I deserved and so would anyone else who saw it. I had visions of having to leave town in disgrace or being the joke that everyone I knew had seen me with my shirt pulled up. “Please Bobbie, I’ll do anything, just don’t show that to anyone I know!”.

Her demeanor shifted from angry to predatory. “Anything?” she smirked.

I mentally tallied how much cash I had access to. I had less than $20 on me, but had just over $100 in my checking account. I started thinking about how much Jack might have - this was all his fault after all.

“You know I don’t have a lot of money. I can give you everything I have on me and come with me to the bank on Monday and you can have everything in my account. Please just give me the tape now!” I begged.

“I’m not interested in money” she sneered. “I really liked seeing your tits last night. Every time I watch the footage I look at the expression on your dumb, drunk face. You’re confused, amused, excited and embarrassed. It’s hot. I can’t wait until Tony gets home from work and I can show it to him.”