Josh awoke with a start at the sound of the alarm. His morning wood throbbed, sticking straight out from his body as he pulled himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
Coming slowly to life like the pre-dawn light creeping into his room, he suddenly remembered that he had been dreaming about Dana.
In the dream, they were somewhere far away...another town, Josh thought. Dana was dressed in a powder blue skirt, high heels and matching blouse...while he had been stark naked.
The fictional dream-town had been populated with people going about their daily business, and he'd walked along, completely naked next to Dana, while they stopped and gaped at him.
Now awake, sitting on the bed, he tried to shake the images from his consciousness. But his cock felt like a chunk of hot iron between his legs, pulsating and throbbing at the memory of the dream.
It was Monday morning; four days after Dana had informed him of her little secret...that she'd been capturing him on video, naked in his office, stroking himself, by using his own webcam.
She'd then proceeded to blackmail him, making him strip naked in her office in front of her, before parading him through the building and out onto the upper parking deck.
Josh's mouth felt dry.
The entire experience had been humiliating.
She'd made him stand there; totally nude, in front of all the tall building windows and masturbate, right out in public. While he felt pretty sure that the buildings had been mostly empty at that time in the evening, still, there was no way to be certain if anyone had actually seen him or not.
The following day at work, nobody seemed any the wiser, and Dana had been absent, leaving him to his own mental torture throughout the day.
He questioned every look, every comment, desperately trying to see behind them...wondering if the person he was talking to at any given moment knew about his dirty secret.
He didn't stay late that night. He didn't know if he could ever stay late again.
The weekend had been pure hell.
Josh had busied himself trying to push it from his mind. Still, it was always there, standing silently behind him, like some giant, grey monster, waiting to spring on him at the first false move.
At least, that's how he felt.
So far, at least, Dana had seemed to keep her promise. Nobody at work had yet given any open indication of knowing about his situation.
That was good, of course, but he wondered if it would stay that way. Dana had promised him it would as long as he did as he was told. And he had.
Little had he known though, at the time, that would involve being totally nude and jerking off out in public for her while she masturbated in her panties.
The sight of her returned, and his cock responded by jumping a little. His hand instinctively went to it, feeling it.
Snatching his hand away, he shook his head to clear it.
Secretly, Josh thought Dana was gorgeous. In fact, she was probably the hottest woman he knew. Her blue eyes pierced him. The swell of her cleavage teased him...he longed to see those magnificent breasts fully bared.
He thought about how she had looked at him in her chair...legs spread wide, peering up at him from under her dark bangs, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
His cock pulled at him again.
Moving to his computer, he shoved his thoughts away again and sat down, going about his daily before-work routine.
At this point in time, he had no idea what to do about Dana. It was unfair for sure. If anyone were to find out that liked to strip and jerk off to porn in his office, he'd be fired and probably blacklisted.
With a year to a possible vice-presidency, Josh could ill afford that. But he also didn't know how far Dana would go or whether he could take it.
Opening his browser, he checked his personal email.
The first one on the list was from Dana.
Josh froze.
His heart stopped.
Coming to life again, slowly, he clicked it, and waited nervously as it opened.
"Hi sexy," it read. "Sorry I wasn't there on Friday...wasn't feeling well. Hope you had a great day. Can you do me a big favor today Joshie? Please don't wear anything under your clothes today...no underwear or undershirt. See you at work, Dana xoxo."
This was crazy.
Josh read the email over, several times in disbelief, hoping somehow, insanely, that it would somehow say something different.
But it didn't.
He felt sick to his stomach.
Dana was clearly crazy, and dangerous.
His cock hurt, pressing upwards into the keyboard tray. All nine inches of it pounded and throbbed, begging for attention.
He thought of Dana standing in front of him in the parking lot, as he knelt, naked, stroking himself.
She'd spread her luscious thighs, sliding a hand into her panties...then, she'd fingered herself in front of him, moaning and cumming as he pounded himself to oblivion. Her blouse had been open, exposing a goodly amount of cleavage to his greedy eyes, right down to the tops of her swollen aureola.
He'd cum harder than he could remember cumming before, shooting his orgasm out in long ropes, over and over, right at her feet.
Standing, he shoved the chair back and closed the keyboard tray, slamming it harder than he wanted to, as his swollen organ bounced in front of him.
"Jeezus fuck!" he shouted to the room.
He was angry with himself.
How the fuck could he have gotten himself into this situation in the first place?
Years of busting his ass...kissing ass...working 50 and 60 hours a week, sucking up to clients...the endless cycles of bullshit...and now, with the prize in front of him, he stood to lose everything...all because this crazy bitch had filmed in jerking off at work.
She was crazy, and he hated her for what she was doing...but...each and every time he thought about her...how beautiful she was...his mind wandered to her fingers in her panties and her nearly-exposed breasts...every time he thought about how she forced him...his cock swelled hard, betraying his anger.
There seemed to be nothing he could do about it.
Glancing at the clock, he saw he'd better hurry.
Grabbing his slacks, shirt and tie from the closet, he laid them on the bed. Taking a slug of mouthwash, he ran a comb through his hair and opened his underwear drawer.
Then, he closed it.
Donning his clothes, he felt the strange sensation of his naked cock against the inner material of the leg of his slacks.
Ignoring it, Josh left his apartment and headed to his car.
Finding his spot on the parking deck, he waited alone in front of the elevator. As he entered, there was four of him reflected in the mirror-lined walls.
Just days ago, they had reflected a very different scene: A totally naked Josh, touching himself while a fully-clothed and intoxicating Dana stood so close, nearly touching him, as she whispered hotly into his ear.
As his cock rose, free of constraint into the front of his slacks, Josh tried again to wipe Dana from his mind. But he feared that the elevator would forever make that impossible.
Making his way along the carpeted hall, Josh passed the secretary area, remembering how Dana had teased him there, asking him what it would feel like if all the pretty girls in the building could see him naked and hard.
Josh was trembling by the time he reached his office.
Turning into to it, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Dana was waiting for him.
Standing in front of his desk, Dana smiled at him. She was wearing an incredibly short black skirt, pumps, and a tight, white, button up blouse. She's pulled her beautiful dark waves back into a severe ponytail that hung down her back, leaving her long bangs hanging free over her forehead...her beautiful blue eyes were on fire as she greeted him.
Josh couldn't help noticing that she wasn't wearing pantyhose. Her luscious bare legs disappeared into her pumps.
She was absolutely indecent...and so fucking sexy.
"Hi hottie," Dana smiled.
In spite of himself, Josh's cock thickened.
"Dana...please..." he started, already in weak protest.
"Mmmn," she cooed, sweetly, running a hand over her bare thigh, and sticking her tongue out at him..."Dana please...I like that."
"Did you do as I asked sweety?"
Josh fell silent as she waited.
"Well? Did you?" Dana pressed again.
"Yeah, uh, yes..." Josh stammered, embarrassed.
His cock was beginning to form a tent at the front of his slacks, as Dana gobbled him with her pretty eyes.
"Lemme see." She said flatly.
"Dana..."
"Joshie, let's get this straight again okay?" Dana said, seriously.
Opening her hand, she showed Josh a thin, black flash drive, resting in her dainty palm.
"Remember?" she teased with a naughty wink.
While he could have easily snatched the drive away and overpowered her, he'd been through that a million times and each time led to a very bad outcome for him.
"Right here?" he asked weakly, swallowing hard.
"Right here babe," she smiled back.
Josh moved to close the door.
"Leave it open Josh."
Swallowing hard a second time, Josh loosened his belt with trembling hands while Dana eyed his crotch.
Josh was terrified of exposing himself in the office with the door open...but his cock pressing hard into his slacks.
"C'mon, Josh," Dans said greedily, "I wanna see that big, fat cock."
Opening his fly, he pushed the waistband of his slacks down slowly to his knees in front of Dana.
His dick sprang up, bouncing slightly in front of him...lined with thick veins, they swelled with the blood rushing through it. The head of it was already turning an angry purple.
In spite of his fear of being caught, he was excited...it was becoming difficult to breathe.
Dana sucked her breath through her teeth.
"God it's so big," she said, admiring it.
"But babe," she said suddenly, breaking into a fit of laughter, "I only meant for you to unzip your pants and show me."
Josh turned three shades of red and grabbed quickly at his slacks to pull them up.
"But since you have them around your knees," Dana giggled, "drop 'em to your ankles."
Josh froze.
"Dana," he began, stammering, "but the door's open...what if someone comes in?"
Suddenly, Dana shifted her weight to one foot. Resting her hand on her bare, outer thigh, she moved it closer to her crotch.
"I know," she said, heavily, "isn't it exciting?'
