**Chapter 2: The Blackmail**

Lamont's unease grew as Nathan's smile grew wider. He had a feeling that he was in trouble, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. "What's going on, Nathan?" he asked again, trying to keep his voice steady. Nathan leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lamont's heart was racing now, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He knew that look in Nathan's eyes, that tone in his voice. It was a look that said Nathan was in control, and Lamont was not. Without warning, Nathan pulled out his phone and started scrolling through it. Lamont's eyes widened as he realized what Nathan was doing. "No, Nathan, please don't," he said, his voice shaking. But Nathan just kept scrolling, a smug look on his face. "You see, Lamont, I took some pictures of you that day you tried on the dress," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "And I think they're just fantastic." Lamont felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He had completely forgotten about the pictures Nathan had taken of him in the dress and heels. He had assumed that Nathan was just joking around, that he would never actually do anything with them. But now, as he saw the look in Nathan's eyes, he realized that he had been wrong. Nathan was going to use those pictures to blackmail him, and Lamont was trapped. "Give me the phone, Nathan," Lamont said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Please, just give me the phone." But Nathan just laughed. "Oh, no, Lamont," he said, holding the phone out of reach. "These pictures are too good to delete. And I'm going to make sure that everyone sees them, unless..." Lamont felt a cold dread creeping up his spine. "Unless what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Unless you do something for me," Nathan said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Something that I think you'll find very...enlightening." Lamont shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, already knowing that he didn't want to hear the answer. Nathan leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I want you to do something that will make me happy," he said, his eyes locked on Lamont's. "And if you don't, I'll make sure that everyone sees those pictures. Your friends, your family...they'll all see you in that dress and those heels." Lamont felt like he'd been trapped in a nightmare. He didn't know what to do, or where to turn. He was at Nathan's mercy, and he knew that he had to do something to get out of this situation. But as he looked into Nathan's eyes, he knew that he was in grave danger. Nathan was not a person to be trifled with, and Lamont was at his mercy. He could only hope that he would be able to find a way out of this situation before it was too late.