Temptation

Temptation (Ch. 01)

soppingwetpanties

Thank you to WN for his twisted inspiration.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Chapter One

Arthur Cranston had the worst job in the world.

He was the Director of Personnel for the North American holdings of Lumière Paris, a luxury cosmetics and skincare brand owned by Véronique & Cie, a Paris based holding company owned by billionaire Véronique Moreau.

Lumière Paris had over eight hundred employees in North America and fifty retail locations in 23 states and three Canadien provinces. Over six hundred of those employees were women, and the vast majority, in Arthur's eyes, were beautiful.

Arthur was a quiet, methodical man, known for his kindness and compassion as well as the ability, when necessary, to make the hard decision. He'd worked his way up the ranks after graduating with a business degree from New York University, starting as an office intern. At age 47, he'd already put in twenty-five years as a model employee, usually at the office from early in the morning till late at night.

His personal life wasn't as neat and tidy. He married his high school sweetheart, Rebecca Collins, who unfortunately became sexually frigid over their twenty year marriage, resulting in an acrimonious divorce five years previous. It was unfortunate because Arthur was gifted with an overly active sex drive, though not in the traditional sense. His profile on Literotica, a well-known website hosting a vast collection of user-submitted erotic stories, listed his fetishes and interests as including female domination, cunnilingus, analingus, teasing, pegging and orgasm denial.

Rebecca never shared any of Arthur's "non-traditional" sexual appetites, and in the workplace Arthur would never dream of harassing a female employee. As a result, he lived a life of quiet desperation, seeking his sexual satisfaction from porn videos, erotic stories, and of course masturbation. Even though he was still a good looking man, trim and fit and still at his college weight, his work and travel schedule allowed little time for dating.

Arthur's one weakness was his prodigious appetite for porn, visual or written. He kept a personal laptop in his office and during his alone time (typically during lunch, which he took in his office) he was watching porn and reading erotic stories.

Why did he have the world's worst job? Because he was surrounded by beautiful women. He fantasized about them endlessly. Older, younger, big breasted, flat chested, he lusted after all of them, imagining being their slave, subjected to endless teasing and made to worship their bodies with his tongue.

Arthur's walk on the wild side began in a most innocuous fashion, a routine fire drill during the lunch break on a beautiful summer day. His office building was located in an upscale office park in suburban New Jersey, a short drive to New York City. All of the employees were herded out to a park area adjacent to their building, and it was there that Arthur spotted Trish Cooper, a young seductive blonde that Arthur hired as part of the company's sales team. Trish was on the tall side, thin with smallish breasts and long legs. Trish was the subject of many of Arthur's masturbation fantasies.

"Hey Trish, want to join me for a sandwich?" Arthur asked, pointing to an empty picnic table. He had his lunch in a brown paper bag. He usually brought two sandwiches, one to eat during lunch and one as a mid-afternoon snack. He was happy to share one with his attractive co-worker. Arthur wasn't aware that Trish had a thing for older men and was attracted to Arthur as well. So far nothing had come of it because Arthur believed that Trish was way too young and way out of his league.

Trish's eyes sparkled at Arthur's invitation.

"Sure, what have you got?"

Arthur fashioned himself as a foodie, using his lunch as an opportunity to experiment. He took out two sandwiches and a large bag of potato chips.

"I've got a truffle prosciutto and brie baguette that has a drizzle of truffle honey and fresh arugula and a lobster and avocado on a buttered brioche roll."

"Umm. Aren't you fancy?" the blonde said, pointing to the brioche roll. "I love lobster."

Arthur had to remind himself not to watch Trish as she devoured her lobster roll. Just watching the gloss of the butter drip off her lip and run down her chin gave him an embarrassing erection. He was happy they were sitting at a picnic table to hide his noticeable lump.

"What are you up to these days?" Trish asked Arthur. Arthur didn't want to tell her the truth. The truth was that he spent a good amount of his free time wondering what it would be like to be Trish's slave. His eyes narrowed as he stole a glance under the table, seeing her dangling her high heel off her dainty foot. He wanted to worship that foot.

"Oh, what?" Arthur asked, just coming out of his daydream.

"You... what are you up to?"

"Oh... nothing much. Just the same old same old."

His statement was in fact the bare truth. He was in a rut. But his eyes had gone to her blouse. A gust of wind had loosened a button her blouse enough that it opened and Trish's lacy white bra was visible, as well as her breast and part of her nipple. Arthur's eyes didn't move when he was done talking.

"Arthur..."

"Arthur..."

"What?" Arthur said, realizing that he'd just made a fool of himself.

"You're staring Arthur."

Trish went to button up her blouse and then stopped and left it open. She gave him a permissive glance. Arthur's penis was fighting to get out of his pants. He wanted desperately to dive under the table and lick her foot and then as high up as she would let him.

They continued their lunch, though Arthur spent most of the time listening to Trish talk about her yoga class and how buffed her instructor was and whatever else was in her stream of consciousness. He studied her body, watching her hands move, flexing her long slender fingers, and the fluidity of her body. For Arthur, this was a breakthrough. He had no idea that Trish might be interested in him. Now she was letting him look at her as an object of worship.

* * *

While Arthur was enjoying himself with some meaningful alone time with Trish, his personnel manager, Liliana Perez, a buxom Hispanic woman, was patrolling the office as a floor warden, making sure all of the employees had evacuated and the offices were secure.

When Liliana went to Arthur's office she tried the door and found Arthur had failed to lock it. She opened the door and noticed that his personal laptop was still on and in his haste to leave forgot to lock it as well. Liliana wasn't looking for trouble, but the prospect of snooping into her boss's computer was a temptation too good to pass up. She went into Arthur's office and shut the door. Arthur had paused a video he'd been watching and Liliana could see from the frozen screen that a middle aged balding man had his face nuzzled between the legs of a younger woman. It was tagged as an amateur video. She unpaused the video and watched as the man happily lapped at the woman's hairy pussy, probing with his tongue and sucking on her clitoris.

Liliana was no prude. In fact the opposite. She was a vivacious woman with a smart, dirty mouth, single, bisexual, with a reputation for suggestive clothing and promiscuous behavior. Her large, full breasts were attention getters and she knew it. But even she was shocked at the salacious nature of the graphic video. Her heart started beating faster when the woman raised her knees up, exposing her asshole. The man seemed overjoyed, first rimming her ass before using one finger, then two, to fuck it, all the while licking around the rim and forcing his tongue in the small gape between his fingers and her anal ring.

She realized her was already in Arthur's office too long. She stopped the video and rewound it back to where it was and then rummaged through Arthur's desk drawer to find a thumb drive. She found one still in the original packaging. She quickly downloaded the porn on his hard drive and then left his office just the way she found it, making a mental note to purchase a replacement drive and sneak it into his office before he missed it.

Her palms started getting sweaty as she walked away from Arthur's office, realizing what she'd done was a terminable offense. She was tempted to toss the drive into a trash container but the naughty side of her said no. She'd worked with Arthur for five years, ever since his divorce, and he'd been nothing but a perfect gentleman in the office, giving no clue as to his sexual proclivities. In fact Liliana thought he might be gay given the fact she'd never seen or heard of a girlfriend. Arthur was too good looking not to have one.

She tucked the thumb drive in a zippered compartment of her purse, the contents of which would be reviewed in the privacy of her office. She thought to herself that she was just satisfying her curiosity and would discard the drive after she viewed it. But a voice in the back of her head said that this was trouble.

* * *

Liliana liked to be sexually dominant, though she wasn't a Domme. She enjoyed controlling the action, and her pleasure, and found that most of her partners were willing to let her take the lead. Her fingers trembled as she plugged the thumb drive into the personal laptop she kept in her desk drawer. She knew it wasn't right but lacked the will to stop herself. It was just too tempting to see inside the mind of her boss, revealing his deepest and darkest secrets, especially when she thought he had none.

She reviewed the list of video files:

It's time to suck my butt, boy.

Lifestyle femdom - rimjob, golden shower

Domination face sitting and ass worship

Kiss my ass and then I fuck yours

2 mean girls - you will eat cum

The list went on and on. In total there were over fifty videos on the list, all with the theme of female body worship.

She then looked at the stories he'd downloaded:

Owned by Jen - John gets dominated by his wife and sister

Office Submission: New Conquest - Brianna dominates her male boss

Complete Control - someone wants complete control of Rory

The Pegging Session - Monique fucks her husband's ass

There were at least a hundred titles. And now knowing his Literotica handle, "AssLicker78," she also found a listing of his favorite authors and stories. It was a treasure trove of sexually explicit material, more than enough to blackmail him. The question she asked herself was whether she wanted to.

* * *

Arthur had a delightful time with Trish, laughing and joking while sharing his gourmet sandwiches. The time went by quickly, and by the time they'd finished they noticed everyone around them had already returned to the office. They looked at each other and laughed again when they realized the fire drill had ended long ago. It was the first time since his divorce that he'd truly felt a connection with a woman, though something told him she was different in some way - - the way she subtly granted permission with her eyes.

Arthur checked his watch and realized he had a conference call with the home office at 1 p.m. He had five minutes to get on the call.

"Gotta run," he said to Trish, wishing he was twenty years younger. To him, despite her subtle encouragement, she was the unattainable blonde. His wet dream. But like the other women under his leadership, it was strictly look and don't touch.

Trish was tempted to give him a kiss on the cheek but stifled the thought. It felt like a casual date, but he was her superior, and even a chaste kiss could be viewed as sexual harassment. Instead she put her hand on his shoulder and said "thank you."

Arthur sprinted to his office, getting there one minute before the Zoom call was scheduled to commence. It was with the new global HR director and all the other regional heads for their monthly conference call. He straightened the tie he'd worn special that day, knowing he had this call, and put on his jacket. He started his video feed and then folded his hands on his desk.

He noticed his personal laptop was open, though now displaying the screen saver, so it was locked. He chided himself for leaving his laptop open but relieved that the screen was locked, so no harm done. The call went smoothly. Arthur's turnover rate had decreased five percentage points over the past year and he was congratulated for beating his quarterly financial plan. The new global HR director, a French woman, had just been brought on. To Arthur she was insanely attractive. Arthur was pleased that his first call with her was a good one.

After the call was over Arthur locked his office door and entered the password into his personal laptop, wanting to finish the video he'd started as a reward for his outstanding call with his new glamorous boss. An alert popped up on his screen telling him there was unusual activity on his computer - that a significant amount of data had been downloaded from his computer.

Arthur's brain went into overdrive. His computer had been compromised. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said to himself as he dug deeper discovering the activity occurred at 12:14 p.m., right in the middle of the fire drill. His heart sank when he viewed the files that had been downloaded. All of his porn.

Somebody had him by the balls. He didn't know who.

* * *

Arthur climbed the corporate ladder because of his work ethic and his street smarts. He realized that someone had the upper hand on him and needed to even the odds. He went to his buddy, Valerie Kingsley, the Director of IT, a person he helped hire a few years ago. Arthur and Valerie bonded over their love of food, Valerie becoming an accomplished home baker during the pandemic.

Valerie was in her early 40's with jet black hair styled in a sleek, neat bob that framed a strong jawline and highlighted her piercing hazel colored eyes - - eyes that seem to analyze every detail and miss nothing. She was always impeccably dressed. Athletic in build, she carried herself with purposeful grace and spoke with a calm, authoritative voice. She was an avowed lesbian.

Arthur didn't know that Valerie was naturally dominant and had a young female submissive living with her. He also didn't know that she'd applied for the same position he did, Director of North American Operations, a title that demanded more respect and considerably more compensation as a member of the firm's international management team. As head of IT Valerie had access to virtually all information within the firm's network and easily figured out that Arthur, and two other men, were her competition, though Arthur, given his stellar track record, was likely going to get the nod.

Arthur dropped into Valerie's office under the pretense of sharing a focaccia recipe he'd just successfully made for his sandwich bread. Valerie was working feverishly on her computer, updating the security protocols for the company's data. There was a small breach a few weeks back and she was putting the final touches on her recommendations after canvassing the marketplace for solutions.

"Hey Arthur," Valerie said, seeing his friend making an unannounced visit. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. Wanted to give you this focaccia recipe from the

New York Times

. It came out great," he said, reaching over her desk to hand her a copy.

Valerie scanned the recipe and then the color photo of the finished product. "Looks yummy. Thanks for dropping it by."

She figured they were done and started to go back to work.

Arthur stood there instead of leaving.

"Is there something I can do for you?" Valerie asked.

"It's no big deal," Arthur started (meaning of course it was a big deal), "but I was wondering how I'd access internal security footage." Arthur knew there was a camera positioned outside his office.

Valerie's antennae went up at his unusual request. "Is there a reason you need it?"

"I forgot to lock my office during the fire drill during lunchtime and I think some stuff got moved in my office. I just wanted to see if anyone went in there. I'm sure it's nothing."

"Sure," said Valerie. "That should be easy to find. Why don't I download the thirty minutes we were out of the office, say between noon and 12:30? I can drop it by your office by the end of today."

"Great," said Arthur. At least he would know who he was dealing with, he thought.

* * *

Valerie was a bit of a geek but she wasn't stupid. Arthur played it cool in her office but she quickly figured out it was a big deal and that Arthur was worried, very worried. Arthur rarely made unannounced visits to her office and had never asked her for a favor before this one. If Arthur played it by the book he would have alerted the Director of Security, not her.

It was child's play to access the security footage. She locked her office door and viewed it. She could plainly see that Liliana had entered his office and exited less than five minutes later. Her surreptitious glances left and right when she exited the office and then secreting a small object in her purse told Valerie that Liliana had taken something of considerable value, enough to risk her job.

Valerie could have downloaded the security footage and handed it over to Arthur but again temptation took hold of her. She had until the end of the day to keep her promise so she decided to use the few hours of time to find Liliana. She wanted to know what was in Liliana's purse.

* * *

Valerie had only a passing acquaintance with Liliana. They'd seen each other at company Christmas parties and occasionally in the hallway. Valerie wasn't a real fan of Liliana's as her brash personality and the way she flaunted her breasts was abhorrent to Valerie's more reserved, calculated approach. Liliana's office was just down the hall from Arthur, but a long walk to her office. Valerie really wanted the promotion and wondered if Liliana held the key to acing out Arthur. She called Liliana in her office. Liliana was surprised to see Valerie's name pop up on her screen as her phone rang, not knowing why the head of IT would be calling her. She wasn't having any problems with her computer.

With the thumb drive in her hot little hands, a chill went up her spine as she wondered whether the call was related to her theft.

"Hello?" Liliana answered.

"Liliana. I have something I need to discuss with you in person. Can you be in my office right away?

Valerie paused before dropping the hammer. "And bring whatever it is you took from Arthur's office during the fire drill."

Liliana's heart dropped down to her feet. She was fucked. Truly fucked. Once Arthur found out she'd be terminated immediately, as in being escorted out of the office by security carrying a cardboard box with your few possessions. Humiliation on top of being fired. She really needed her job, and getting terminated for cause was practically a death knell for her career.

Liliana knew she had no out here. She had no leverage over Valerie as Valerie owed her nothing. She'd just have to face the music and be done with it. She so regretted succumbing to temptation when she saw Arthur's unlocked laptop.

Liliana was a dead man (or woman) walking as she made the long journey across the building to Valerie's office. As she went down the corridor she felt the eyes of her co-workers following her, silently chastising her for her weaknesses. Suddenly Liliana wasn't the vivacious outgoing HR manager. Now she was the employee who had the temerity to steal from her boss.