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Tanner set the towels down, handed me my drink and shook hands with both of them. I could see he appreciated Kathy's pair of boobs. I could see why. They looked very nice; slightly larger than mine and on her smaller frame, they really stood out. She didn't seem nervous about flaunting them either, unlike me. I removed my cover-up and asked Tanner to spread some sun tan lotion on me before he did anything more. He spread some on my back and handed the lotion to me to spread on my front. Afterward, we all sat down and talked. We learned Stan and Kathy were from Charleston, South Carolina, he'd graduated from South Carolina five years ago with a medical degree and joined a successful family practice. Kathy had met him in college and she had her own Marketing business. He was thirty-three, she was eight months younger. They'd been married for four years, waiting until he'd joined the practice before tying the knot. We shared our particulars as well.

Stan said, "Brooke was telling me you plan on golfing tomorrow. Mind if I join you?"

"You golf?" Tanner asked.

"You can hardly be a doctor without golfing," Stan said, "though I'm not all that good yet. We have some great golf courses around Charleston. You two should try to get away sometime and join us."

"Sounds great. Maybe I can give you some pointers. I'm not too bad. A four handicap. My parents lived in Druid Hills and I've been golfing since I was in Junior High.

"You look like you're athletic," Kathy asked me. "Do you golf too, or some other sport?"

"I swam with the varsity swim team and played college volleyball," I responded. "No golf."

"Volleyball. With your height, I thought perhaps basketball, but volleyball makes sense too."

Stan and Tanner started talking SEC football and were in animated discussion about the merits of Georgia, Tanner's alma mater, and Alabama.

"Why don't we get into the pool and cool off," Katherine suggested. "Stan can talk football until he keels over from exhaustion."

I smiled to her and nodded. We climbed down into our little grotto and sank into the water up to our shoulders. There were a couple seats that allowed us to sit where we could keep and eye on our husbands and chat.

"So, what was the dumb thing which happened to put you in this predicament?" Kathy asked softly.

"My girlfriends and I had a bachelorette party the week before the wedding. I felt pretty safe there with my friends and all. My best friend collected all our cell phones and cameras. Tanner's sister got this male stripper for the party. They put me in a chair in the center of the floor and he started dancing, paying particular attention to me..."

"Don't tell me you fucked the stripper!" Kathy whispered.

"God, no!" I exclaimed. "I didn't really do anything with him. I didn't even want him there, really. By the time he got there, I was ready to go to bed. I'd had too much drink and it was late."

"What happened then?" Kathy asked. "So far this is the most boring bachelorette story I've ever heard."

"One of my friends had given me a vibrator, this little thing that goes in my vagina and hits both my g-spot and clit at the same time. I had it on me. I was dressed and everything. She told me I could wear it anywhere and it was kind of being demonstrated. I was getting close to an orgasm and signaled her to turn the thing off. She had the remote. But everyone was watching the stripper and his huge penis which was bare by now. He came dancing up to me just as I climaxed and my mouth was open, and he just put his penis in my mouth. I pushed him away, fell down on the floor and bumped my head. He was kicked out right away. Didn't even have a chance to put his clothes on."

"That doesn't sound so bad. Why not tell Tanner? You had friends to back up the story."

"He approached me right before the wedding ceremony with pictures and told me I had to suck his penis right then or he was going to send the pictures to Tanner, the entire wedding party and our parents. He figured someone would have a phone with them and would show the picture to Tanner and stop the wedding. I might have been able to convince everyone what happened, but probably not right before the wedding. Tanner or his parents might have postponed it until they got the straight of the story. People were there from all over the country."

"You sucked his cock on your wedding day?" Kathy guessed, "and he's still got the pictures."

"I don't care about the pictures he had," I said. "I agreed to his conditions if he gave me his phone with the pictures on it, and he agreed. I only needed to delay it until after the wedding. I could explain those pictures to Tanner after the ceremony. I figured I'd tell him after the honeymoon, and it would be over with. Apparently, he had help a second time and the entire incident was recorded again and there is no good explanation for it other than I wanted to get on with my wedding. He sent me a movie and told me he would be in touch."

"He's got a movie of you sucking his cock before the wedding?"

"Yes, and it's clear when it was. I'm in my wedding gown in the church practice room. The only time I could have done it is right before the ceremony. I thought I'd be done with it when I got his phone. This is a million times worse. I have no reasonable excuse this time. I know he's going to ask me to do other horrible things. I believed I would at least get through the honeymoon, without having to do whatever he has planned for me, but the text I just received was him telling me he's got a task for me. And I think he's here on St. Lucia."

"He followed you on your honeymoon?"

"I think so. I told him I couldn't do anything if my husband was around. If Tanner found out, my life was ruined and he no longer had control of me, and Tanner was with me. He said neither of the two people with me were my husband. He saw you and Stan with me."

"Fuck, that's creepy. You think he's around now, watching you?"

"I think so. I have to contact him when I'm alone. I guess that means I let him know when Tanner goes golfing tomorrow. If he's watching, he'll probably knows when Tanner leaves."

"Oh, Brooke. This is horrible. I'm so sorry. Are you sure you can't tell Tanner and have him forgive you?"

"I hoped so. On the plane, I asked him if he could forgive me if I ever did a dumb thing. He said he could probably forgive anything except me ever being with another man. I think if he were to know I fellated someone right before our wedding, it would devastate him and he'd leave me."

"But if you continue to be controlled by this asshole, you'll end up being with another man again; the very thing you're trying to avoid. If you come clean now, it's one time you messed up. If you keep going, it will end up being a lot more than once."

"I know. That's what's killing me. I was a virgin when I got married. I didn't want to ever be with anyone other than my husband," I told her.

"You were a virgin? How old are you?"

"Twenty-four."

"And the first time you ever...?"

"Was on my wedding day, two days ago."

"What do you hope to gain by letting this bastard control you?"

"More time with Tanner. That's all I hope for now. To get as much time as I can have him. I love him so much and to lose him would be the worst thing I can imagine. I expect it will come out sometime in the future, but if I can put it off for a few months, it's all I hope for now."

Kathy put her hand around my shoulder. "Brooke, your reasoning is faulty. If you don't think Tanner will forgive you for one stinking blow job now, how can you expect him to forgive whatever else this bastard puts you up to?"

"He probably can't. I know it's crazy, but at least I have Tanner for however long it takes him to find out."

"He could use you for a month or two, get tired of you, tell Tanner, and go on to his next victim."

"Or maybe he does get tired of me, but doesn't tell Tanner before he leaves. Maybe Tanner never finds out," I said.

"Knowing what you know of him now, does that sound even the slightest bit likely?" Kathy asked.

"No," I admitted, "he'll probably take great glee in telling Tanner everything."

"Then why give him more ammunition? More things to tell Tanner? Even if Tanner leaves you now if you tell him, the blackmailer wouldn't totally ruin your reputation. If you succumb to him more times, he can fuck you over a thousand times worse."

"I know. Honestly, I do. It's why I'm talking to you now. I have no one else to talk to about this stuff. Right now, I don't know if I can trust any of my girlfriends. I can't tell my parents what happened."

"What are you and Tanner doing later tonight? Do you think he'll force you to do something if we're always around. Would we be a reason for you to refuse a task?"

"I honestly don't know," I said. "I can let him know the next time he texts me and see what he says. Tanner and I are going to dinner at Barefoot at the Beach, and on the sunset cruise afterward."

"Really? Stan and I are going on the cruise tonight, though our reservations are at the Bombay Club Indian restaurant. We could change them though if you wanted us to stick around. We both like seafood."

"Could you? That would be marvelous!"

"Sure. Not an issue." She raised her voice. "Stan, change our reservations to Barefoot at the Beach tonight and make sure they know we'll be dining with Brooke and Tanner Mason."

"No problem, honey," Stan replied. "I'll take care of it right away." He pulled out his phone and changed things around.

"Thank you, Kathy," I said. "I really appreciate your help." I gave her a quick hug.

"We should probably put more suntan lotion on," Katherine said. "The sun is brutal in the sub-tropics. I can put some on your back if you'll put some on mine."

"I'd be happy to help given what you're doing for me."

"Let's dry off. It will go on better on dry skin."

I nodded and we both climbed out of the water. It appeared Tanner was already giving Stan some golf tips before tomorrows game. We both dried off and I rubbed some lotion on Kathy's back, including the back of her legs, then handed her the lotion so she could apply it to her front. She smeared a lot over her breasts which were whiter than the rest of her, though she did have some tan going on them, unlike mine which were whiter than cream. After Kathy finished her front, she started on my back.

"You haven't gotten into the habit of going topless like most everyone else around here," Kathy said.

"I did notice many of the women do go without their brassieres," I said. "I'm not sure I could do it, though. I'm fairly modest."

"I think most of them are showing off their new boob jobs," Kathy laughed. "Some of them still have the redness where their incisions were."

"Have you had a boob job?" I asked.

Kathy laughed. "No, honey. Mother Nature gave me these boobs. I swear it's the reason Stan married me. He's a boob man through and through. He really liked yours yesterday."

"I think Tanner likes yours too. I saw his eyes light up when he saw them."

"You don't care if he looks at them?" Kathy asked.

"I don't mind if he looks at beautiful women. I tell him he can look all he wants, but never touch."

"Do you mind if I undo your top for a minute. I should really put some lotion under the straps for when they shift position."

"Okay." I felt Kathy undo the hook in the back and I held my hands over my breasts so my top wouldn't drop off. She pulled the top straps over my shoulder and greased them, then put more lotion over where my back strap went. When she finished, she refastened the hook and readjusted my shoulder strap.

"You really have nothing to be modest about," Kathy said. "You have really beautiful breasts. I should know. I got a good look at them yesterday. You should be proud of them; high, firm and perky."

"Thank you, I think."

"Darling, never refuse a complement just because it comes from a woman. We know women's bodies better than men do. If I say you have great breasts, you do. A man will say it just to get in your pants. A woman will be more honest about it."