A Voyeur Pays the Price Ch. 04 (Epilogue)

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An eventful reunion for Peter, Heather and Claire.
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Part 4 of the 4 part series

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This is the epilogue to the 'Voyeur pays the price' series, and is similar in content to part three. If you liked that one, hopefully you'll like this. It goes without saying but obviously this is just idle fantasy, and isn't intended to condone such behaviour in real life. Hope you enjoy it!

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I was cold, in an unfamiliar part of town, and for the first time in months, really quite afraid of what was about to happen.

It was 5pm, and given that it was mid-January that meant darkening sky, bitter winds, and just a generally bleak atmosphere, even in this area. I was downtown somewhere -- my phone might know where I was going but without it I wouldn't have had a clue. This wasn't a part of town I generally went to, but it was where I had been... 'invited' to go.

Two days ago I had received a phone call from a girl I'd met only once before, a girl called Claire. Nice, friendly girl, you might have thought if you met her on the street. A promising intern, very attractive, maybe twenty years old or so. In any other circumstances a call from a girl like that would have been welcome -- certainly not something I got very often. But as it happened, I had a number of reasons for panicking slightly when I first recognised the voice...

I seemed to have finally found the address I had been given. I was in front of one of the new apartment blocks they'd built a few years ago -- modern, stylish, and fairly expensive from what I had seen. They certainly looked it from the outside.

This was where Claire had told me to come in her phonecall. It hadn't been a long conversation. She'd asked how I was, laughed before I could answer, joked that she'd missed me, and told me to be here, today, at 5pm. And then hung up. I liked to think I no longer had anything to be intimidated by when it came to... this sort of thing, but I hadn't expected the call, didn't know why she wanted to see me, and hadn't really contributed much to the conversation other than stammering out one word replies.

The last time Claire and I had met I'd been in something of a compromised situation. Claire had a boss, Heather, who at the time was blackmailing me into doing whatever she liked. On this particular occasion, that entailed dragging me to her office, inviting along her intern Claire, and humiliating me for Claire's amusement. I was made to strip, forced to perform embarrassing displays of subservience to them both and, as an ultimate final insult, made to submit to a mortifying and degrading ass fucking by Heather's strap-on dildo -- all while Claire giggled and joked and took advantage of me. That was one reason why a call from Claire, six months later, wasn't entirely welcome.

I sighed and pressed the buzzer. At least I was about to find out what this was all about.

"Hello?"

"It's me. Peter."

"Oooh finally. Come on up!"

The door clicked open and I stepped into the warmth. It's OK, I told myself, I'm protected, I have the ultimate defence against whatever it is they think they have planned...

You see, there was a second reason why I was anxious at this sudden contact. Heather's blackmail had come to a sudden end not long after the encounter with Claire, as I found a weapon of my own -- Heather was stealing from her company. I stumbled on the proof, and was able to put an end to Heather's torment in a rather satisfying way -- revenge. I went to Heather's suite, explained the situation, and subjected my once haughty tormentor to everything she had put me through; humiliation on camera, nude poses and, well, let's just say I didn't need a strap-on dildo to get revenge for the ass-fucking she had given me.

But then we had made an agreement -- we would never get in contact again, we would each keep our embarrassing videos, and this would be the end. If either of us broke this agreement, the other had everything they needed to destroy the other's life.

So why was Claire breaking that agreement, I asked myself for the hundredth time as I climbed the stairs to Claire's second floor apartment. Did she not know things had changed? Surely Heather would have at least told her enough to ensure she didn't get her into trouble. Did they both think they'd found some loophole, something to make my weapon useless? Was I about to have revenge dished out to me in the most brutal way possible?

Claire was waiting in the hallway when I reached her apartment, with arms folded and the familiar knowing smirk I had come to despise. Even dressed casually as she was, in loose-fitting T-shirt and jeans, she looked just as amazing as ever. It was just not a person I'd ever expected to see again.

"You're a little late, you might regret that later on!" she teased, before heading inside. I followed close behind. That was ominous.

"What do you mean?" I asked, uncertainly. Stay calm, I tried to tell myself, they can't touch you.

Claire didn't answer me, but headed into her living room. It was really quite luxurious for someone so young, and still just an intern. Everything looked new, and stylish. The TV on the wall was the latest model, and the dining table at the end of the room was furnished with expensive wine. The kitchen was adjoining and the smell of cooking food was immediately obvious. For one wild moment I actually thought Claire had invited me there to have dinner with her.

"Do you know what day it is?" asked Claire, pushing her long black hair from her eyes. I shook my head. "It's Heather's birthday!"

I let that sink in for a second.

"OK..."

Claire picked up a half drunk glass of wine from the counter next to her. "So, I've invited her to dinner here tonight Peter, as a birthday treat. She's always so busy, doing so much, I thought she deserved a treat. And, as a special birthday surprise, you're going to be our waiter!"

"Your... waiter?" Impossible hope stirred within me. Was this really happening?

"Yes Peter a waiter. You'll bring the food out, pour us wine and, well," she giggled, "we might have a bit of fun with you afterward. I think you owe her a special birthday show, don't you? A bit like last time at her office only, well, I think we can go a bit further for her birthday!" And with that she smiled knowingly, looked me up and down with a dismissive glance, and strolled into her kitchen.

This was too good to possibly be true! I let the facts wash over me, making sure I hadn't missed anything. Heather did not I was here. Heather was coming here and didn't know I would be here. Claire, apparently, didn't have the slightest idea that anything had changed since last time she had seen me. Claire was planning a repeat of our last humiliating encounter which meant that Heather would be breaking our agreement without even meaning too!

"Have you spoken to Heather much recently?" I shouted into the kitchen, hoping my grin wasn't audible. I had to contain myself, I couldn't let Claire know anything was amiss.

"Not much, she's very busy these days. Not that you'd know what's that like I suppose." She re-emerged from the kitchen. "Don't you work in some tin pot little computer shop?" I nodded, and tried to look browbeaten. Claire scoffed and started putting glasses on the table. "I bet you look through everyone's computer and jerk yourself off over the pictures on there don't you."

I said nothing. I thought it was funny she should bring up my choice of pornography, given that I still had the recording of my last meeting with Heather. I must have re-watched every second of that video a hundred times by now -- I even had it on my phone. Every shot of Claire's boss naked, every inch of Heather's body, was seared into my mind forever. Claire had no idea.

"Oh don't just stand there Peter, you'll need to get changed, she'll be here soon." She motioned over to the corner at a large shopping bag.

"An apron?" I said, pulling it out. It was a black one, fairly simple and plain -- I'd expected worse. "Shall I put it on?"

"Clever boy!" I bristled at the word 'boy' -- Claire was no older than me, probably even a year or so younger. I held back my retort, I needed to appear meek until Heather got there, and in the meantime I could decide what I would do when she got here. I pulled the apron over my head. "Err, no Peter. No. Just the apron. Clothes off first!"

I should have known, I thought with gritted teeth. I knew Claire found my embarrassment amusing so I feigned only the bare minimum necessary not to arouse suspicion as I once again found myself stripping on command. As I got down to my underwear though, with Claire's eyes darting up and down my slender frame, I couldn't help but feel genuine shame again. I knew tables would be turned soon enough, but for this moment, I was back in that office again, awkward, uncomfortable, and naked.

Claire grinned triumphantly when I pulled down my underwear. "Don't worry Peter, this is one night when you won't disappoint." I turned red despite myself and hurriedly pulled the apron over me. It was a little small, and of course it was completely open at the back. Claire made me turn around, and slapped me playfully on the buttocks as she breezed by.

"We all have a job we're good at Peter, and yours just happens to be being our little anal slut. Sorry!" She glanced down purposefully at the bag, and headed back to the kitchen, while I burned with anger at what she had just called me.

I looked down at the bag the apron had come from, the one she seemed so eager for me to notice, and found that sure enough there was more to it yet. I crouched down as best I could with the close-fitting apron tied around me and peered inside.

I tried to imagine what I would be thinking right now as I saw the contents, if I had never discovered those emails, if I had never gotten out of all this and if tonight really was going to be as Claire wanted. I'd probably be pretty horrified. The bag contained a varied assortment of adult toys -- various dildos, some with straps and of various sizes, butt plugs, a long rubbery chain which I recognised as anal beads and, at the very bottom, a large rubber fist and bottle of baby oil lubricant. This was what Claire had planned for after the meal.

I struggled to contain the fury that had broken over me. Claire, that bitch, took amusement at all this, she even wanted me to see this so I'd know what was coming. I could hear her cluttering around in her kitchen without a care, taking something out of a cupboard. Any second thoughts or mercy I might have had evaporated.

There was little for me to do over the next hour or so but stand around awkwardly. Claire wouldn't let me sit down but didn't really tell me to do anything either, nor did she pay me much attention. She seemed content to let me stand awkwardly by her bag of toys, taking glee from what she must have supposed was my mounting dread and humiliation.

She left for about fifteen minutes, disappearing into her room to get changed. Even after all that had happened there was a still a small part of me that was a little apprehensive of what Heather's reaction would be to all this. I don't mean to say that I was scared of her anymore -- seeing her do all those obscene things at my command last time had made her much less intimidating in my mind -- but she could be somewhat unpredictable and, well, there were two of them...

I couldn't help but give a small gasp when Claire returned. She was wearing an elegant, shimmering black dress that hugged her small figure closely and showed off a little more cleavage than I might have expected of her. Her sleek, black hair had been curled ever so slightly, giving it a wavy look. She looked stunning, extremely beautiful, and we both knew it. She smiled knowingly at my obvious stare -- men's worship of women was a running theme of hers.

"Like it?" she smirked.

"Yeah..." I mumbled stupidly.

The next ten minutes passed in a flurry of activity, at least on Claire's part, as she hurried to get the last minute things ready. I was rather satisfied to note that she looked more than a little stressed when she thought I wasn't looking. If she thought cooking for her boss was stressful, wait until she saw what was actually going to be served...

We both jumped when the doorbell buzzed.

"In the kitchen, be quiet," she hissed, shooing me out of sight. I almost felt sorry for her -- she was so sure Heather was going to be delighted to see her slave appear.

There was a tense silence, then muffled voices from the hallway. And then there it was - the voice I would recognise instantly anywhere.

"Oh Claire I love your apartment!" gushed Heather politely from the living room. She was really here.

"Oh thank you!"

I crouched uncomfortably in the kitchen and listened to them make small talk. It sounded like they hadn't had a proper conversation in a while. Claire was overly enthusiastic about everything Heather said, and even Heather seemed to have a warmth to her voice that I'd never heard. I suppose it wasn't a tone of voice she'd ever had cause to use on me.

"What are we having? It smells delicious."

"I've made some bronzed salmon -- it's nothing fancy." Claire couldn't hold back her laughter at this point. "I've actually got you a special birthday surprise too!"

"Oh Claire you shouldn't have!"

"Oh I'm going to enjoy it just as much Heather! Take a seat, I just need to finish something off."

I could hear a chair scraping, and the sound of Claire's heels making their way to the kitchen. She was beaming brightly when she came into view.

"Right," she whispered softly, laying the salmon on the plates with the rest and turning off the stove. "When I call you through you bring the plates out and set them down without a word." I nodded, tried to picture how Heather would react in a few seconds, and tried to hide my excitement for just a little longer. "Don't speak unless we speak to you, and you do everything we tell you to -- everything. Got it?" Another expressionless nod. Claire smirked again, giving me one last look before she left room. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you there'll be penalties for disobedience." And with a wink and a smile, she headed back out, the genuinely delicious smelling plates of food on the counter beside me. It was a shame, I thought idly -- they were probably never going to be eaten.

"I thought for your birthday I might get some hired help to serve the food," declared Claire triumphantly from the next room.

"Really?"

"Yes, he's in the kitchen now. I hope you like him!" I could practically hear the excitement and self-satisfaction dripping from her every word. "Waiter!"

Show time.

Plates in hand, my best attempt at a calm and blank expression on my face, I sauntered into Claire's living room.

They were sat at the dining table, Claire beaming and Heather looking around confused. It was very surreal seeing Heather again -- I'd watched our little video so much this past six months that seeing her now with clothes on was a little jarring which, funnily enough, had been my thought the very first time we'd met in person. She caught sight of me walking toward the table and didn't at first seem to recognise me. She looked beautiful -- that much was undeniable. She was just as dressed up as Claire, in a long, graceful red dress which, though far less revealing than Claire's, still showed off her athletic figure well. Her natural blonde hair, usually professional and tied back, flowed over her shoulders and pale, stern face. Who'd have thought we'd be meeting again?

I stared fixedly ahead as I approached the table, but the sudden gasp of recognition from Heather was unmistakable. I couldn't hold back a smile as I placed the food gently in front of first Claire, then her boss, and looked Heather straight in the eye. "Hello Heather."

Heather's expression was one of pure horror. She was frozen rigid, her cold blue eyes trying to take in the sight of me in my ridiculous apron and casual smile. We held each other's gaze for three long seconds while she tried desperately to work out what was going on and I relished the new role reversal.

Claire it seemed hadn't noticed anything unusual at all.

"Don't speak unless spoken to Peter!" she scolded me. "Do that again and I'll make you serve the rest of the meal naked. And wipe that grin off your face or we'll start tonight's 'festivities' early." Heather wrenched her horrified gaze from me and shot Claire a sharp look.

"What is he doing here?" she demanded.

"He's your surprise!" Claire seemed a little uncertain at her boss's less than enthusiastic response, but cannoned ahead cheerfully. "You've been so stressed lately what with the Blakeman contract and everything, I thought you could use something to take it all out on, and I know how much we enjoyed playing with him last time so we're going to have a bit of fun tonight!"

"What has he told you?" hissed Heather. She was gripping the edges of the table with white knuckles and at last Claire seemed to realise that something was seriously wrong. Her eyes darted confusedly between the two of us.

"Told me? Nothing, he- What's wrong, did you... did you not want to carry on messing with him?"

"Oh Claire... Claire... what have you done?" She had her head in her hands now, I knew she couldn't bear to look at me. Claire was suddenly looking seriously distraught, this was evidently not the reaction she had expected.

"I just thought we could have a bit of fun!" she protested worriedly. When Heather seemed unable to even bring herself to reply to that I decided to step in at last.

"Oh sorry Claire, did I not mention?" I chipped in with what I knew would be insufferable glee. "Your boss and I have had a 'bit of fun' ourselves since you were involved..." Claire looked anxiously to her boss.

"Heather? What does he mean?"

"I did some... things... that I'm not proud of," she said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah things like having her ass fucked on camera."

Smack. I knew I'd pay for that one but I didn't care. Heather had moved with lightning speed, leapt to her feet and slapped me as hard as she could across the face. "No!" she protested. It hurt more than I'd thought but I was satisfied to see she regretted it instantly. She seemed to be silently begging me not to tell her intern any more details.

"Heather what is going on?"

"He found out some things about me," Heather replied dejectedly. "Something which could get me in a lot of trouble. Then he came to my hotel and blackmailed me," she said, putting particular venom into the word. "Told me he'd go public if I didn't do everything that his sordid imagination could come up with." For an instant it almost looked like she was turning red.

"What did he find out..?" asked Claire. She had gone very pale now.

"It doesn't matter!" she snapped. "Peter we had a deal! We had a deal and I didn't break it -- please... please just go home and we'll forget this ever happened."

"Forget everything?" I gasped in mock astonishment. "I was ordered here by your intern, insulted, forced to dress up in humiliating clothes..." At this I made a show of turning around so that they could see my naked buttocks. Heather groaned. "No no, this is clearly against what we agreed."

"She didn't know!" Heather pleaded. There was a tense silence as both of them stared at me -- Heather desperate and afraid, Claire confused and horrified at the sudden turn. "Peter don't report me, you know I can take you down too..."

I smiled widely -- I had her.

"There will be a penalty," I said at last. Heather steeled herself.

"No, I already-"

"She doesn't have to do what you tell her!" shouted Claire in a very high pitched voice. Confused or not, I knew she hated hearing someone like me talk to her beloved boss like this. "I'm warning you!"

"A penalty for both of you," I added lazily.

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