AUTHOR = Georgepat
E-MAIL = pixfixer@yahoo.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © Copyright: 2006 by Georgepat EDITOR's NOTE - Part one of this story can be found at: Part 1. |
The next day I waited patiently until Sarah had arrived at her workstation, signed in and pulled her keyboard towards her. Her fingers flew rapidly across the keys as she accessed the net and signed in to her Yahoo mail account waiting to see what G had sent her.
She was disappointed because there was nothing there. I had erased everything he had sent the night before after I had read it and replaced it with an e-mail of my own. I watched carefully as she studied the screen in front of her and then clicked her mouse to open the only mail that she had.
I saw her eyes widen in dismay as she read my message and then she stopped reading and looked around the office with fear in her eyes. I tried to remain nonchalant as I studied her out of the corner of my eye but because of the position I now felt that I controlled, when she looked at me I smiled and gave her a little wave of my hand and a knowing nod of my head.
It was time to put my plan into action and I wasted not one second before I hit the speaker button on the intercom and asked her to come into my office. I saw her gather her pad and she smoothed her denim skirt as she got up from her chair and then walked across the hall and into my office.
"Good morning, Brian, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes Sarah, I do," I said in the best boss' voice I could muster and looked her straight in the eye, "It's come to my attention that you're receiving and sending inappropriate e-mails from our place of business. Is that true?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Brian. Who told you that?"
"Do you see an idiot sitting in front of you, Sarah?" I asked rhetorically. "I've watched you closely for the last few weeks and I know what you're doing. I know everything that you're doing and I'm very disappointed in you. I thought you were above all that but I guess I was wrong."
"I don't understand, Brian, what are you talking about?"
"Who is G, Sarah, and why is he so important to you? Is he worth your job?"
Her continued denials began to irritate me and I let my displeasure show. I was playing her like a puppet hung from a string and I couldn't wait until I pulled the right one that would open her legs to me.
"He's a friend, Brian. An Internet friend and that's all he is."
"Really?" I asked and leaned back into my chair, clasping my hands behind my head. "A friend?"
"Yes, just a friend and that's all."
"So, what color are they today, Sarah?"
"I beg your pardon."
"Your panties, Sarah. What color are your panties today?"
She stood there looking at me, her eyes wide and her lips turned in a half scowl, glanced behind her at the doorway and closed the door to the office with a soft snick.
"I don't think this is an appropriate conversation for the office, Brian, and could lead to sexual harassment charges against you," she said with venom injected into her voice.
"I don't think there'll be any charges of any kind brought up, Sarah, least of all by you," I said, as I handed her a stack of papers that I had printed this morning from some of the e-mails between her and G.
As she read quickly through page after page her face became flushed and I watched as a single tear ran down her cheek. Tossing the papers down on my desk she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.
"White," she whispered softly. "I'm wearing a white satin thong, Brian, with a matching white, demi push-up bra. Are you satisfied now?"
"Satisfied? No, not by a long shot, Sarah." I replied with a half smile on my face and motioned for her to sit in the high backed chair in front of my desk. "I want you to show me your panties, Sarah. Pull your skirt slowly up your legs and let me see them."
"Are you crazy?" she hissed.
"Show me, Sarah!" I said, as I picked up the stack of e-mails and neatened the edges against the top of the desk. "We wouldn't want these falling into the wrong hands, would we?"
"You bastard!" she spit. "You'd do that to me?"
"Do what, Sarah?"
"You'd blackmail me over this?"
"Call it what you like, Sarah, but yes, I guess I would. Now, show me your panties."
"But what if someone sees me?"
"Look, Sarah, it didn't bother you to touch yourself between your legs and rub your breasts at your desk or to go into the bathroom while you are at work and masturbate, so why should my request bother you?"
"You saw me touch myself?" she moaned and covered her face with her hands. "Oh my God."
Looking at her and seeing the total embarrassment and humiliation on her face, I was sorely tempted to call a halt to my plans but I had already stepped too far across the line. I saw this as a battle of wills. Hers against mine and since I held all the high cards at the moment, I knew that if I won this hand she would do whatever I wanted, anytime I asked.
"Show them to me, Sarah. I'm tiring of having to ask you. Pull your skirt up, spread your legs and show them to me."
"I can't, Brian, I just can't do what you ask," she pleaded. "Please try and understand . . . I . . . I have a family, a husband that loves me. Oh God, please don't make me do this."
I picked up the stack of e-mails and slipped them into an inter-office folder and wrote the name of the CEO of our company on the front, hit the intercom on my phone and asked an unknown voice to send a messenger to my office at once.
Before my eyes, her will crumbled like a solid wall of bricks slated for demolition and before I could rescind the order I had given, pulled her skirt up above her thighs, opened her legs and scooted her ass down in the leather chair, exposing her most secret parts to my view. I was ecstatic.
I had won the battle of wills with her by hook or crook, but I had won and she was mine.
A knock on the door signaled the arrival of the messenger and Sarah slammed her legs together and sat up straight in the chair, her eyes wide in fear.
"You wanted a messenger?" he asked opening the door a crack.
"Yes, yes I do," I said looking Sarah right in the eye. "I'd like you to hold this for twenty-four hours and then deliver it to the recipient if I haven't contacted you to cancel the delivery. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir, understood completely."
I handed him the inter-office mail and then returned my gaze to Sarah as he stepped out of the office and closed the door behind him.
"Twenty-four hours, Sarah. That's all you have until your career here has crashed and burned and your family learns of, shall we say, your extracurricular activities, unless of course you . . ."
"Unless what, Brian? What is it that you really want from me?"
"Isn't that obvious by now, Sarah?"
"Yes, I think you've made yourself perfectly clear on that, Brian." she said, as a gleam came to her eye. "You want to use the e-mails against me; for your own gain."
"How astute, Sarah. Now where were we before we were interrupted by that pesky messenger?"
"I was showing you my panties, Brian, like this."
She slid her ass forward and opened her legs wide, then pulled her skirt up to her waist. The white satin material of her panties was pressed tight against her pussy and I could see the outline of her labia along with the crinkly darkened area above her slit.
"Pull them aside, Sarah, and show me your pussy," I ordered, as I looked her straight in the eye.
She hesitated a moment and then with a small sigh, slid her fingers under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside. Her face was flushed and her eyes darted from my face to her crotch and then back to my face.
"Is this what you wanted to see, Brian? Does it turn you on to look at my . . . my pussy?"
"Yes it does, Sarah. Now touch yourself for me," I told her, as I opened a drawer next to me and removed a small digital camera, turned it on and brought it to my eye.
"Now wait a minute, Brian, that's going too far. I'm not going to allow you to take a picture of me like this."
"The way I see it, Sarah, you don't really have a choice in the matter. Remember, one phone call and you're history. Now do as I told you and touch yourself."
"You're a real bastard, Brian," she said, as her hand slowly moved to her pussy and she began to run her finger up and down her slit.
I shot the first photo and she flinched as the flash briefly illuminated the office. I leaned closer to her and took two more quick shots, both close-ups of her hand touching herself and then sat the camera down on the desk.
"Does it feel good, Sarah, what you're doing to yourself in front of me?"
She had her eyes closed as her finger continued to stroke her slit and I watched her face closely for any sign of enjoyment. Her eyes opened and she parted her lips briefly, a slight smile formed on her face.
"Yes."
"Yes what, Sarah?"
"Yes, it feels good, Brian. I didn't want it to, but it does."
I looked at my watch and saw that my lunch break was approaching. It was time to put the next part of my plan into action.
"You can stop now, Sarah."
"No, please wait a few more seconds. I'm almost ready to . . ."
Not believing what I was seeing, I watched as she placed her finger over her clit and gave it several quick rubs and then sighed deeply as her hips jerked several times and she came.
She removed her finger from her cunt and pulled her panties back into place, then tugged her skirt down and stood up in front of me.
"Satisfied now, Brian?" she asked, as she smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt.
"When you take your lunch break today, I want you to drive to the old warehouse you wrote about in one of your e-mails to G and pull your car into the doorway that will be open," I said ignoring her question.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Brian. I'm not at all comfortable with that."
"I don't really care a rat's ass if you're comfortable with it or not, Sarah. It's what I want you to do. You understand?"
She stood there and I could almost see her thought process as she glared at me and opened her mouth to say something but then thought better of it.
"Yes. I understand. May I go now?"
"Yes, Sarah, you can leave now," I said looking at my watch. "But I'll see you in forty minutes and don't you dare be late."
"I won't, Brian. I promise," she said, turned on her heels and walked out of my office. "I'll be there," she tossed over her shoulder as she slowly shut the door.
I watched her return to her desk and sit down in the chair, log in, and the first thing she did was to check her Yahoo mail account. There was nothing so she clicked on compose and sent a message to G.
She had never asked how I knew that she was getting those e-mails; she just seemed to accept that I did. I watched my screen as she typed her message to G.
I've been caught doing this G and I'm scared. He's blackmailing me into doing things that I've never done for my husband. He just had me spread my legs and watch me get myself off in front of him, in his office, and he even took a few pictures of me doing it.
Now he wants me to meet him in a secluded area during my lunch break and God only knows what he has in mind. What do I do?
She hit send and the e-mail was gone.
Ten long minutes later, his reply appeared and she hurriedly opened it.
I'm sorry that this has happened to you but I did warn you, didn't I? I told you that this was risky shit we were messing with and to be careful.
I don't know how he did it but he evidently did so we have to go from there. But Sarah, I have to ask you this and I think you know what I'm going to say, don't you?
Did you get off?
I watched as she leaned back into her chair, turned her head and looked directly at me and then returned her attention to her keyboard and sent another message to G.
Damn you, G, you always know too fucking much about me, don't you? Of course I got off and, by the way, he's watching me now as I type this message to you. My pussy is tingling and I want to put my hand down there and take care of it but I can't.
I leaned back into my chair, closed my eyes and pictured what was coming. My hand rubbed across the stiffness in my pants and I flashed ahead to the meeting at lunch and what was sure to happen. I had covered every base, every contingency, until I felt I was ready and nothing . . . nothing was going to stop me now.
THE END
