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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Helene Blackmailed
ISBN # 1-4199-0493-0
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Helene Blackmailed Copyright© 2006 Elliot Mabeuse
Edited by Shannon Combs.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: January 2006
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written
permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-
3502.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This book has been
rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-
rotic), and X (X-treme).
S-
ensuous
love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.
E-
rotic
love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall
word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find
objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated
titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.
X-
treme
titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,
stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
H
ELENE
B
LACKMAILED
Elliot Mabeuse
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Taurus: Ford Motor Company
Volvo: Volvo Personvagnar AB Corporation
Helene Blackmailed
Chapter One
The windows of the motel office were dusty and fly-specked. The neon sign was off
and there were weeds growing through the cracks in the asphalt of the parking lot,
nearly deserted now in the late afternoon sun. There were only a few cars here, a big
van, a Volvo, and a Taurus wagon. Helene had her choice of parking spaces. She parked
behind the van where she wouldn’t be seen.
She had come straight from work so she still wore her smart business suit, the one
that turned heads at the office, and the concrete steps felt gritty under her shoes as she
walked up to the second level, her purse clutched in her hand. She was way out of place
in this part of town but she didn’t care about that now. She was flushed with anger and
embarrassment and she just wanted to get this over with and get out of here as quickly
as possible.
She’d left work as soon as she was able to make an acceptable exit from her last
meeting of the day, but even so she was twenty minutes late. Silly, waste-of-time
meeting, something about departmental productivity, the same old bullshit. She’d sat
on the edge of her seat, feigning rapt interest, yet all the time her face had been on fire
and her mind burned with the photos she’d just seen in her email. They’d made her feel
naked and exposed, as if the men and women sitting around her putting up their slides
and giving their presentations could all see right through her, could see her as she was
in the photos, reclining half-naked on her rooftop with her top off, her hand inside her
bikini bottoms, face turned to the side in obscene pleasure as she masturbated. One shot
especially—her heels drawn up and her knees apart, her back arched over the beach
towel as her naked stomach knotted in the throes of a racking, self-induced orgasm.
What the hell had she been thinking?
5
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Helene Blackmailed
ISBN # 1-4199-0493-0
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Helene Blackmailed Copyright© 2006 Elliot Mabeuse
Edited by Shannon Combs.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: January 2006
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written
permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-
3502.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This book has been
rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-
rotic), and X (X-treme).
S-
ensuous
love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.
E-
rotic
love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall
word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find
objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated
titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.
X-
treme
titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,
stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.
H
ELENE
B
LACKMAILED
Elliot Mabeuse
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Taurus: Ford Motor Company
Volvo: Volvo Personvagnar AB Corporation
Helene Blackmailed
Chapter One
The windows of the motel office were dusty and fly-specked. The neon sign was off
and there were weeds growing through the cracks in the asphalt of the parking lot,
nearly deserted now in the late afternoon sun. There were only a few cars here, a big
van, a Volvo, and a Taurus wagon. Helene had her choice of parking spaces. She parked
behind the van where she wouldn’t be seen.
She had come straight from work so she still wore her smart business suit, the one
that turned heads at the office, and the concrete steps felt gritty under her shoes as she
walked up to the second level, her purse clutched in her hand. She was way out of place
in this part of town but she didn’t care about that now. She was flushed with anger and
embarrassment and she just wanted to get this over with and get out of here as quickly
as possible.
She’d left work as soon as she was able to make an acceptable exit from her last
meeting of the day, but even so she was twenty minutes late. Silly, waste-of-time
meeting, something about departmental productivity, the same old bullshit. She’d sat
on the edge of her seat, feigning rapt interest, yet all the time her face had been on fire
and her mind burned with the photos she’d just seen in her email. They’d made her feel
naked and exposed, as if the men and women sitting around her putting up their slides
and giving their presentations could all see right through her, could see her as she was
in the photos, reclining half-naked on her rooftop with her top off, her hand inside her
bikini bottoms, face turned to the side in obscene pleasure as she masturbated. One shot
especially—her heels drawn up and her knees apart, her back arched over the beach
towel as her naked stomach knotted in the throes of a racking, self-induced orgasm.
What the hell had she been thinking?
5
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