The Blackmailer Part 3
Below is Part 3 of my story The Blackmailer. For Part 2 please visit http://newauthoronline.com/2013/06/09/the-blackmailer-part-2/
Mr Thompson sat in the back of the black cab watching the world stand still. The London traffick was snarled up as usual and tempers where getting frayed. Horns sounded and the air was thick with drivers cursing their fellow road users. Mr Thompson smiled when he remembered how the congestion charge was supposed to have done away with traffick jams. Following the introduction of the charge there had been a reduction in the number of vehicles using the capital’s roads, however people gradually got used to paying to drive in central London and the congestion returned.
Pedestrians weaved their way through the stationary traffick. Little ants going nowhere. Stinking dregs of humanity who deserve to be preyed upon by intelligent and ruthless operators such as Mr Thompson. “blessed are the weak for they shall inherit the earth”. What a sick joke, “blessed are the strong for they shall prey upon the weak and rule the earth”. The great mass of humanity was stupid and fearful, prey to manipulation by ruthless blackmailers such as he. Whatever their social status all men and women reacted like dogs in the face of blackmail, by rolling onto their backs paws waving in the air in submission to their master’s demands. He was the master of his victims. Mr Thompson said “jump” and they responded “how high?”
The trick with blackmail was to find a winning formula and employ it without mercy. Mr Thompson had used Mandy successfully on three previous occasions. The fear of being labelled a paedophile, of having one’s picture splashed all over the media and name on The Sex Offender’s Register was sufficient to ensure that his victims paid up. He cast his mind back to his first encounter with the girl
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The girl sat on the stained matress. Mr Thompson tried not to think about the stains or the smell of sex which hung in the air. Instead he concentrated on the young girl. She sat there in what appeared to be a genuine school uniform and looked about 15 or 16 years of age.
“Don’t you want me? You asked for a schoolgirl and here I am, I’m all yours” she said lying back on the bed her skirt riding up provocatively.
The man continued to stir unblinkingly at her. Those blank empty eyes made her flesh crawl. She’d seen weirdos in her time but their was something particularly unnerving about this bloke. The fact that he haden’t said a word since entering the room gave her the creeps.
“How old are you? I don’t want to break the law” he said after what seemed an age.
“I’m 18”.
“Got any ID?”
The girl raised her eyebrows. She’d never been asked for ID before. Her heart sank. Was this guy a copper she thought her hands fumbling in her handbag. She drew out her driver’s license and handed it to the man. He studied it intently
“OK so your legal but you look like a little schoolgirl. Your just what I’m looking for”.
“For fuck’s sake just get on and screw me then and I can get onto the next punter” she said the anger rising in her.
“How would you like to earn £1000?”
“Forget it I’m not having unprotected sex however much you offer me. Everything is with a rubber”.
“I’m a businessman. You sleep with men, you keep the money they pay you and I’ll give you £1000 for every guy you fuck, oh and I’ll need some photos of you in that uniform”.
The girl sat there open mouthed for a full minute. Eventually she spoke
“Why??
“its none of your business and, by the way I’ll take pictures while you screw the punters”.
“Fuck off mate!”
“OK I’ll give you £2000 for every guy you sleep with. Think about it. Heres my number” he said handing her a slip of paper with a mobile telephone number on it, “and, just so you know that I’m not a time waster take this” Mr Thompson said handing over £800. “Maybe here from you” he said getting up to leave.
On the evening of the same day his mobile had rung.
“Its Mandy. I’m up for it, that is if you’ll still give me £2000 for each bloke I do?”
“Yes. We need to meet to sort things out. Shall I come to your flat?”
“Yeah, you can come over now I’ve finished working for the day”.
Once Mandy had agreed to entrap guys Mr Thompson had moved onto the next stage. While in prison serving a sentence for fraud he’d met James a man who specialised in credit card fraud. James fitted skimmers in cash machines. When a customer entered their card to withdraw cash the skimmer would copy the card details. James would later remove the device and produce cloned cards which he’d use to go on expensive shopping sprees. James also had a sideline in forged documents and it was to his skills as a forger that Mr Thompson turned. For £900 he received a fake birth certificate in the name of Amanda Jenkins indicating that she was now aged 16, the same document which had caused the colour to drain out of Charles’s face. No one in their right mind would go to the police Mr Thompson thought. What would they say?
“Oh officer I paid for sex with a 16-year-old girl and I’m being blackmailed”
“Really sir do you know that it is an offence to pay for sex with a person under the age of 18? I’m arresting you under The Sexual Offences Act 2003”.
Of course where a man to go to the police and they where to investigate Mr Thompson’s “business” he would be arrested for blackmail and the police would discover that Ms Jenkins was of legal age. however none of his victims was going to go to the police because, as far as they where concerned they had broken the law and the thought of being labelled a sex offender and, even worse a paedophile scared them to death. They would pay up, they always did.
