A Wifes Dilemma Pt 16

Authors Notes:

I would like to thank Goof, my editor-in-chief, for editing this story. I couldn't have done it without your help!

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I woke to the sound of a beeping alarm.

I just need five more minutes

, I told myself, but my bladder realized I was awake and forced me out of bed.

After taking care of my overflowing bladder, I checked my phone. No new messages from Pop. It could be a good thing. I needed to get ready for work.

Ken had already left before my alarm went off. He has been so nice, making sure not to wake me up so I could get as much sleep as possible.

I felt guilty knowing all the things I had been doing behind his back and more than a little worried about what would happen if he found out. I had been struggling with this for the last couple of weeks. Nor did I want to stop or Ken or my family to find out.

"Life is so unfair," I grumbled.

I called Ken, and it went to voicemail, so I left him a message.

"Hey, Babe. I just wanted to talk for a few minutes before I left. I hope you are having a great day. Talk to you later. Love me."

At the end of last week, the company sent an email modifying the work-from-home schedules. It seemed that a few senior managers felt people were screwing off, so we had to return to the office indefinitely.

Looking around, I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

The drive into the office was uneventful, so forty minutes later, I was sitting at my desk, wondering what I would do today.

The project I had been working on was technically complete, and I hadn't been assigned anything new since I was only a few weeks away from maternity leave. My boss thought I was a lucky duck, getting eight weeks to lay around at home, paid for by the company. I was terrified that we couldn't afford to live after my leave ran out.

Ken assured me that things would work out. He had some kind of side hustle he was working on that would cover my salary. I wasn't so sure, and he wouldn't let me in on the details, which didn't do much to alleviate my concerns.

I was looking over the project closing report when my phone dinged. It was a message from Pop.

"Hey, slut. Where are you?"

I quickly glanced around.

"I'm at work,"

I sent back.

"Send me a picture."

I took a selfie and sent it back to him. It showed me wearing a black and white V-neck top and stretchy slacks.

"

Pretty tame."

"I'm at my desk in the office. I could get fired doing anything risky,"

I shot back.

"

Come on, show me those tits."

I looked around, listening to see if anyone was moving in the hallway. My cube was off the beaten path a bit, and generally, no one returned there unless they needed to talk to one of us. Since the downsizing, there hadn't been much reason to return there.

I dug my fingernails into my palms, trying to work up the courage to do what he wanted.

Standing up and looking around the corner, I quickly unfastened my bra and slipped it off from under my top. Stuffing it into my purse, I took a deep breath, slid the straps of the top down my arms until the top half of my breasts were visible, and took another picture.

The picture taken, I pulled the straps back up and sent the picture.

"

You can do better, Lisa."

I stood and looked around, seeing no one. I sat down and pulled the straps down until my breasts popped out, taking another picture. In the background, you can clearly see that I am in my cube, including my name tag. Pulling my top back up, I edited the photo, blurring the tag out before sending the picture.

"Much better, Slut. Take another one without your top this time."

"I can't do that! I'm at work! Anyone could walk past my desk. If I got caught, I would be fired on the spot. You agreed that we wouldn't involve work in the game,"

I texted furiously back, anger and excitement mixed together.

"

How much longer are you really going to be working here? A month, maybe two? Then you are out for six to eight weeks with little prospect of returning to this company, right? Even if they catch you topless in your cube and fire you, they won't give you a bad reference. They would be worried you would sue them for firing you because of being pregnant."

"I guess,"

I sent back. I wasn't as sure as he was about the reference thing. It would be their word against mine, but with how easy it was to sue companies, they might just give me the reference to avoid the entire mess.

"Tell you what. I will cover your salary for the next two months, plus two months of maternity leave, and give you a job afterward, making at least what you make now. How does that sound?"

I sat there, mouth open, and reread the text several times. I had come to know Pop over the last couple of months and developed a weird trust, but this was taking things to a new level. Did I want to work for him? So far, I had thought of everything I had done as a game. If I went to work for him, would that make me a prostitute? How would I tell Ken?

"I don't know. That feels a lot like I would become a prostitute

," I replied.

"Not everything I do involves sex, and what I have in mind for you would not be prostitution."

"I've only met you once in person. How do I know what you are offering is real?"

I wanted to believe this was a legitimate offer. It would take so much worry off my mind.

"Look in your top desk drawer."

Curious, I opened my center drawer and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so I opened the right-side drawer and found an envelope that hadn't been there on Friday. It had my name on it and was stamped confidential.

I broke the seal and found five thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills.

"Holly shit," I said out loud before clamping my hand over my mouth. I looked around again. Seeing no one, I quickly put the envelope inside my backpack and picked up my phone.

"How?" I texted, my hands shaking.

"The how isn't important. Consider it a signing bonus if you take the picture I want or severance payment if you decide to turn me down."

I thought about it for a few minutes, thinking about all the things the extra money could buy and how nice it would be to relax and enjoy being pregnant for once. Before I could change my mind, I took off my blouse and took a picture.

Fuck it.

I took several pictures around my cube. Leaning forward, my breasts hanging. From the side. I even set a timer and held my breasts up, a pouty look on my face.

That picture is what got me into trouble.

Just as the camera took the picture, Kimberly Jenkins, one of the HR assistants, said, "Hey, Lisa. I have some paperwork for you to sign..." She rounded the corner into my cube, catching me scrambling to reach my top.

She stood there for a second, dumbfounded, as she took in my naked upper body, trying desperately to hide my breasts.

Regaining composure, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before saying, "Come to my office when you get dressed." Then she turned on her heel and walked away.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

The thought kept going over and over as I put my bra and top back on.

With shaking hands, I sent Pop a text. I included the pictures since working for Pop might be the only job I have at this point.

"One of the HR assistants caught me taking the photos. She wants to talk to me in her office."

"Okay. Let me know how things turn out. The photos are hot, Slut. You should be proud,"

Pop sent back.

I stopped at the restroom, unsure, as nervous as I was if I could wait to go after this meeting.

I stopped in front of Kimberly's door and knocked.

"Come in," her voice drifted through the door.

I walked in, feeling timid for some reason. Kimberly was tall and muscular, with small breasts and a lean body. Rumor had it that she had been a weightlifter in college.

"Have a seat, Lisa," Kimberly said, toying with a silver writing pen.

I sat down, looking away from her gaze.

"I have been an HR assistant for over eight years working in a male-dominated company and thought I had seen everything. That is until I walk into a cube of a young software developer to talk to her about the upcoming maternity leave she has and find her posing for topless pictures."

Kimberly set the pen down in front of her and leaned forward.

"What were you thinking?"

I had prepared an excuse on my way over. I didn't know if it would work, but at least it was better than some guy on the internet wanted to see my tits.

"My husband wanted me to take some pictures at work to remember things before I left," I said. Even to my ears, it sounded weak. I just hoped she bought it enough to let it go.

"So you thought some topless pictures were appropriate?"

"No, ma'am," I said, feeling like I was back in grade school.

I had been looking down and didn't see the brief smile that graced Kimberly's face.

"If I hadn't walked in when I did, where would it have ended? Would you have taken all of your clothes off?"

"No," I assured her.

"Are you sure?" Kimberly pressed.

"No," I said after a few seconds of silence. If Pop had asked, I would have ended up masturbating in my cube. The game would have called for me to do it.

As if reading my mind, "How far would you have gone, Lisa?" Kimberly asked, leaning forward, her fingers in a steeple shape.

I felt her judging me and couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes. The honest answer slipped out before I could stop myself, "I don't know."

"Have you done this kind of thing before?"

"No," I shook my head, looking up and finding myself caught in her gaze. She was the predator in the room. Deep down, we both knew it. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat but couldn't look away.

"I'm adding this to your permanent file to document why we will terminate you with cause effective immediately."

Kimberly rotated the monitor customarily used to sign paperwork so I could see. It was a semi-nude image of me in my cube, holding my breasts up and smiling toward a shocked-looking Kimberly. It looked like I was offering myself to her.

The problem was that the photo could not have been taken by her, with her in it, not from the angle from which it was taken. There was a wall there.

"The photo isn't real," I said, getting pissed as I felt the walls close in on me.

"Oh, the image of you holding your breasts up is very real, and we both know it. The part of me being shocked was real as well. I was shocked. It was the very last thing I expected from you. A bit of AI and the two are now one image that experts would have difficulty telling the difference from a real photo. I might add experts that you don't have the money to pay for."

I could feel tears forming and didn't know if it was because of frustration, anger, fear, or just hormones from my pregnancy.

"So, instead of having to give you two months of pay for having the baby and then giving you a position to come back to that won't exist when you come back, keeping you around long enough to satisfy legal before giving you a severance package, I can terminate you today without any of that or benefits. My year-end bonus will be at least 10k bigger this year," Kimberly said, leaning back in her chair with a massive smile on her face.

"The icing on the cake is that I get to put this picture in your file and forget to redact anything for weeks while all the managers who want a copy download it. I'm sure they will share it with their friends, and you, you little fucking slut, will find it impossible to work after that brat pops out."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, tears flowing now. I had always been nice to Kimberly, even defending her to others when they said she was a bitch.

"I don't like you," she held up her hand. "Before you ask, I don't have a real reason. It might be your voice, perfect little figure, or popularity. It doesn't matter, really. Now, before the hysterics get any worse, get the fuck out of my office and clean out your desk. Security will check everything you take with you to ensure it belongs to you when they let you out of the building," Kimberly flipped the monitor and started typing, clearly dismissing me.

I sat there stunned for several seconds. This was the first time in my life I had ever been fired. Pop said he would give me a job, and the money he put in my desk would cover my paycheck for the next couple of weeks, but now I had no medical insurance and a baby due in less than two months.

I cleared my throat and looked at Kimberly, who kept typing and ignoring me.

"I'm sorry that I screwed up, and I don't know why I took the picture. Maybe it was hormones from my pregnancy, wanting to feel attractive. The point is, I have worked hard for the company and spent years going to school, and to have all of that taken away because of one minute of questionable behavior seems harsh."

Kimberly looked at me, "Why should I look the other way? It's sluts like you that make it impossible for a hard-working woman to get ahead without fucking her way to the top. How do I know that this was the first time you did this? For all I know, you fucked your supervisors to get where you are now."

"This was the first time. You have to believe me," I said, fresh tears running down my face.

Kimberly sighed, frowning, "It doesn't matter. Company policy is pretty clear on this."

"Isn't there anything I can do? Take a course or something? Get put on a PIP?"

Kimberly shook her head. "This is a sexual harassment case. There are no other options for how to address it other than termination."

I sobbed. Since there was no way to fix it, I stood and walked to the door. My hand was on the handle when Kimberly spoke again.

"I may have a way out of this for you," Kimberly said.

Hope pushed some of the dismal feelings away, and I turned back to look at her.

Kimberly had swiveled her chair sideways, tapping the pen on the desk.

"I'll do anything," I said, wiping my tears.

"Come here then," Kimberly said, motioning me around her desk.

I walked around her desk, curious to know what she wanted, and was surprised to find that she had hiked up her skirt to her waist, exposing a shaved slit.

"Remember when you said you would do anything? Getting me off is your new task every day at 9 am until you take off on maternity leave. I have already cleared it with your supervisor, so he is aware," Kimberly told me, looking like a cat who had cornered a mouse.

I was in shock, and it showed on my face when Kimberly started laughing.

"After I caught you, I knew you were either going to be between my legs for the next couple of months or fired. You're smart but a little mousy, so I was betting on the former. Either way, I was going to have fun today. I love crushing people almost as much as getting a straight woman between my legs. Have you ever licked a pussy?" Kimberly asked.

"Yes," I responded, the hope I had felt squashed by what she demanded.

"Really?" Kimberly seemed surprised.

"I experimented in college," I lied. Kimberly didn't need to know anything about the game I was playing with Pop. Just thinking about why I was here right now kind of pissed me off. He promised that work was off-limits.

"Well, I guess we will see if you remember anything," Kimberly tapped her pelvis, just above her clit.

"You will delete the photo, and everything will return to how you did before you walked into my cube this morning?"

"Yes, yes. Just get your cute little face between my legs before I change my mind."

I put one hand on her desk to steady myself and started to lower my body when I stopped and looked at her.

"How do I know you will keep your side of this?" I asked, looking deep into her eyes.

"Other than my word? You don't," Kimberly said, shrugging her shoulders, "but do you have an alternative?"

Knowing I didn't have a choice, I lowered myself to my knees and put my face between her legs.

I could smell her perfume as well as her arousal.

She is turned on

, I thought, noticing that her outer lips were glistening with her juices.

I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her pussy to my face, inhaling her scent before taking a tentative lick from her taint to her clit.

Kimberly moaned, running her fingers lightly through my hair.

"Just like that, Slut. Nice and slow," Kimberly said, moving her chair forward, gradually forcing me backward until she was close to her desk, and I was underneath it, my presence concealed.

I kept slowly licking as she requested, my tongue forcing her outer lips apart on its way from the bottom of her slit to her clit.

A knock at her door startled me, but a firm hand momentarily on the back of my head kept me licking her wet pussy.

"Come in," Kimberly said.

"Here are the reports you asked for," a deep male voice I recognized as Tim Hartford's said.

"Thanks, Tim, you're a lifesaver," Kimberly said, her voice normal with a hint of flirting.

"Anytime, Kim," Tim said. I heard a chair, probably the one I had sat in, being moved.

"How are the kids?" Kimberly asked.

Tim responded, "Anna is starting kindergarten in a few weeks, and Bobby will enter the second grade."

"I can't believe how big they are getting," Kimberly said.

The conversation went on for fifteen minutes, with Kimberly pulling my face away or pulling it back in to regulate my keeping her from an orgasm while talking to Tim.

"Well, I have to get back before they tear the place apart," Tim joked. I heard the chair move.

"Remember, Linda wants you to come over Saturday for lunch. She says it's been too long since the last time," Tim said.

I heard the door shut and felt Kimberly's hand force my face hard against her pussy. I sucked hard on her clit and felt her shudder as she squirted cum onto her chair and my face.

"Fuck that felt good," Kimberly sighed, releasing my face and sliding her chair back.

I used my fingers to clean up my face and crawled out from under her desk. Using the chair and desk, I could get to my feet.

"Clean up in my restroom," Kimberly instructed, pointing to a door in the corner of the room.

I washed my face and returned to find Kimberly already back at work.

I stood awkwardly, waiting until she looked at me.

"Be here every morning at 9 am. If, for some reason, I'm not here by 9:30, you can go back to your area and do whatever your supervisor has for you. Any questions?"

"No," I responded, feeling dejected.

"Good, now get the fuck out of my office," Kimberly ordered.

I got to the door before she said anything else.

"Lisa, if I were you, I would keep my clothes on in the office. Next time, I might not be able to work out a deal so you can stay," Kimberly informed her without looking up.

I sighed and opened the door. Walking back to my desk, I wondered, not for the first time, why I did what Pop told me to do. It always seemed to get me into trouble.

Because you get off on it

, the answer floated up from the dark part of my mind.

I stopped at the restroom on my way and, while in there, sent Pop the picture I had taken along with what I now had to do every day to keep my benefits.

I was almost back to my desk when he responded.

"Who is making you do this?"

"Kimberly Jenkins, an HR assistant,"

I texted back.

"I know her. Do what Kimberly wants for now while I work something out,"

Pop responded.