Chapter 35: Leo Spills the Beans!

Afterwards we had a leisurely shower before he cooked breakfast for me. Afterwards as we sat back on the bed, drinking our coffee, I asked him what Carl was up to and told him of my concerns

What he told me was scary, upsetting, and made me cry with anger and the betrayal!

I had been an idiot in not seeing it before.

He told me that Carl had a wide circle of business and social contacts and had spread the word that he had a “beautiful, nympho white teacher who would do anything and everything and loved groups at a bargain basement price!”

He continued with the horrendous news that most of my activities had been recorded. And he was discussing their sale with several individuals and groups.

I was wearing a man;s dressing gown and wrapped it right around my body and tightened it as I considered the options.

What I would have liked to be able to do was to go to the police and say I had been duped and could they get the pictures back without any publicity.

I knew there was not a snowball’s chance in hell of any part of that happening!

When I told Leo of this thought he was initially nervous until he realised I was just listing it and had already discounted the idea.

He looked mournful as I said about not seeing Carl again and I knew he had a real soft spot for me, quite apart from the sex. Moments later I realised how much of a soft spot it was.

“I’ll get them for you, Mo!” He said.

I looked at him.

“What do you mean?” I asked cautiously

He continued “I can get the videos and photos. He keeps it in his office and copies in his house and I can get both!” He replied “There is stuff on people’s mobiles that I can’t do anything about, but the main stuff is easy for me to get.”

I looked at at him with some concern “What will Carl do when he finds they are missing? Won’t he know it was you? Will you be in any ... you know! ... trouble?”

He laughed.”Carl will go absolutely ape shit!” he chuckled. “He will call me every kind of disloyal knucklehead under the sun!” He laughed again.

“He will accuse me of thinking through my dick and stuff like that and that I have let some “blonde bimbo” wind me around her little finger!” He paused and despite his colour, I could tell he was blushing.

I put my hand on his bare chest – he wore only a bath towel wrapped around his waist – and asked “Would he hurt you or fire you or both?”

A look of sheer amazement came over his face, then he began laughing. I sat on the bed, propped up by the pillows, totally bewildered as wave after wave of laughter washed through his body.

His face was one huge sunny beam as he explained.

“Carl can’t do anything to me! It may not look like it from outside but really we are friends and business partners. Carl will get very sore with me, but he is not going to do anything to me – certainly no violence of any sort, apart from verbal!”