BOUND BY LOVE AND BLACKMAIL

Juanita's POV:

"I got it, I got it, I got it!"

My screams of joy echoed rapidly within the cyber cafe, but the looks of disgust that were instantly directed at me from other customers prompted me to seal my lips and conceal my excitement and celebratory noises.

I had just gotten an appointment letter, via mail, from Danvers Tech, the biggest tech manufacturer in the country, to resume work the next day as the Personal Assistant to the CEO. Words could not describe how elated I felt, not just because I had gotten the job, but because it had come at a time when I desperately needed it.

I was barely scraping by; the electricity at my apartment had been cut off and all my gadgets seemed to have connived to develop faults at the same time, which was why I couldn't check my mail from my phone or home PC. Just today, I'd been fired from my babysitting job because the 4 year old I was caring for had begun to have scary nightmares of me. Incredulous. I'd come in here, hopeful, knowing that if the mail didn't bear the message I was expecting to see, I'd surely break down.

Using a computer here cost me a small portion of my overall savings, but for the news that I'd gotten a job which came with a company apartment and a monthly salary of $27,000, it was well worth it. My first instinct was then to break this news to Robin, my boyfriend, who'd been a lot of help to me during my distressing time. Getting out of the cyber cafe, I immediately hailed a cab.

"Where to, miss?" The driver asked.

"33rd Street. Drop me off just before the intersection," was my reply.

And so we began to move.

But, upon arrival at Robin's apartment, something felt immensely off: the lights were on and the door was unlocked; it wasn't untypical of Robin to be home by 12pm, seeing as he was a bus driver who alternated between shifts, but he never left his door unlocked.

Something wasn't right, and as soon as I stepped into the apartment, I discovered - to my dismay - what was going on: Robin was cheating on me; having sex with another woman. But not just any woman, though..My best friend, Xana.

Robin's apartment was structured such that if one came in through the front door, you would have to walk through a dark, short passage - which had no provision or outlet for a lightbulb - to get to the living room area, and when the living room lights were switched on, it was difficult for someone in the living room to see who was in the passage until they came through. So it was in this passage area that I stood, hidden by the shadows and stunned to my bones, as I watched Robin, the man I loved with every fiber of my being and who I knew I would do anything for, plow through the woman who I had called my best friend for the past 7 years.

I stood, transfixed, watching them and feeling invisible, as though I had meant nothing to both of them. And the hurtful part was that they were enjoying it.

"Robin, Robin, Robin!!" Xana, a slender blonde, screamed with pleasure.

"You asked for it, Xana, you asked for it.. All the times you'd been coming over on the pretext of wanting to say 'hello', dressed in skimpy clothing, enough to keep you clothed, but allowing me to see your tits.. You asked for it.. You.. Urrghhh, fuck!"

All the dirty talk had been going on as Robin had her pinned to his couch, the same one he usually pinned me against, and drove into her from behind. I could hear the clap clap sound of skin slapping hard against skin and from what I could see, they were both about to come.

Watching Robin vibrate like an epileptic patient as he shamelessly spilled into Xana, and seeing the disgusting look of satisfaction on his face afterwards, felt like watching a horror movie alone in a cinema, while being strapped to a seat in the front row. Up until this point, they didn't know they were being watched, so I decided to announce my presence.

"Hey, Robin, hey Xana," I said calmly, despite the tumultuous thoughts that were running wild in my head.

He spun around, alarmed, recognizing my voice and put his hands over his mouth.

"Oh, shit, honey this is not what you.."

I raised my left hand, as a gesture of "Don't", and the first tear escaped from my right eye.

"Robin.. why?" This was all I could say.

I looked at him, speechless and flustered, with his dick - which dangled in front of him - now going limp and his bare body, which had once fascinated me, now disgusting me.

"And, you.." I said, turning to Xana, but she didn't even care that I was hurt or that I was even there. She was gently putting on her clothes, unconcerned with the relationship she'd just ruined by spreading her legs. All the years of friendship, thrown down the drain. She knew how much I loved Robin, how much I'd loved her, and yet she'd done this, and had the gall to be so unapologetic about it.

Then I looked back to Robin, and he was still speechless. His silence had told me all I needed to know.