As Conrad approached her desk, Debbie prepared herself to get pissed off. She hated Conrad, absolutely hated him. He was an arrogant prick, and he was fairly high up in the company's food chain. Debbie always made an effort to give Conrad a hard time whenever she could.
"Good morning Conrad, forget how to turn on your PC while you were gone?" She asked with false sweetness.
"Very funny. No, I forgot my password. Please change it for me." He returned, thinking to himself that even her expensive maroon business suit couldn't hide her portly figure.
"OK. I'll change it to something you can remember until you get back to your desk." Debbie told him, having an idea. Usually she changed people's passwords to "password", and they would log on set their own new choice. Conrad deserved special treatment though.
"Alright, it's done. I've changed your password to 'bad memory', all one word."
"Very funny." Conrad told her, making sure she could tell from his face that he didn't think it very funny at all before he turned and stomped off.
"Make sure you remember to change it." She called after him, chuckling lightly at the chance to make Conrad's day even a little bit unhappier.
Back at his desk Conrad tore into the workload that had piled up in his absence. Just returning all the voice mail and e-mail took him several hours. It was an hour after quitting time when he finally felt satisfied that he was caught up. He glanced out of his office door and saw that the outer offices in his department were deserted. He closed his door and fired up his web browser, it was time to have fun.
Debbie waited until over an hour after quitting time to check if there were any connections to the server still open. She had maintenance to do that required she take down the server, and she wanted to wait until there was nobody connected to it. There were still three users connected, so she went back to reading the news on a popular web site.
A half hour later, Debbie checked again and there was still one user connected. She was getting pretty bored, and wanted to get home and watch her taped soaps. She clicked on the button that would let her see who was still connected, and found it was Conrad's machine. She thought about just disconnecting him, but then decided to take a peek at what was on his machine instead.
She mapped a drive to Conrad's machine using the hidden system share that every drive in Windows NT has associated with it. Looking at his hard drive, she wasn't sure where to probe around. First she looked at his e-mail, but it was all pretty boring office stuff. Next she used an image browser to see what was in the cache of his web browser. She practically fell off of her seat when she saw what Conrad had been looking at.
Image after perverted image showed on her screen as she marveled at the sort of twisted pervert Conrad must be. In his office, Conrad was visiting his favorite sites, saving every image he liked to his hard drive. He had a PC at home, but he loved to surf at work where he had a fast LAN connection to the internet.
There was only one type of porn he was looking for, images and stories about women sitting on men's faces. In the picture he was looking at at that moment, a beautiful blond was grinding her bare ass in some lucky guy's face. What he wouldn't give to be that guy.
Debbie quickly found Conrad's entire stash of images by searching his drive for files with the .jpg extension. He had several *hundred* megabytes of images stored in a deeply nested directory. And .txt files that were kinky stories too. After reading a few, Debbie opened up the backup software the company used, and told it to back up Conrad's entire machine.
Conrad cursed as his machine seemed to slow down even more. For some reason it had been running slower than usual for the last half hour. Finally it started to behave normally again. He switched to another of his favorite sites and started browsing.
The backup of Conrad's machine complete, Debbie hid the DLT tape away. Conrad would be fired for sure. She smiled at the thought of how humiliated he would be when she busted him the next day. Still connected to his machine, she had a kinky idea as she looked through Conrad's stash. She copied a few choice images off to her machine, and then began setting up scheduling the print job. She set it for a five minute delay, and then she stood up and started for Conrad's office.
Conrad practically jumped out of his seat when Debbie knocked on his office door. He panicked, and frantically dashed to close all his browser windows and adjust his erection in his pants so it wouldn't show.
"Come in." Conrad was extra pissed to see that it was Debbie who had surprised him at this late hour.
"What do you want?" He asked her. She didn't answer, but instead stepped inside his office and close the door.
She'd timed it just perfectly, and the light on the top of his laser printer started flashing as she turned to face him.
"What the-what's going on?" He demanded as the printer began printing.
"Look and see what you're printing." Conrad was astonished at the sight of the facesitting images that were coming out of his printer. He had a sinking feeling as he realized how much trouble he was in.
"I noticed some unusual activity, and look what I found." Said with a nasty smile.
She had set up the images to print to his machine's printer for dramatic effect.
"Please Debbie, don't tell anyone about this." He quickly started to plead with her.
"I'm sorry Conrad, but this is totally against the corporate IS policies. I've backed up your entire machine to the servers, and you're sure to be fired unless...."
"Unless what?" He asked eagerly.
He would give her how ever much she wanted. He knew that if she exposed him his career would be ruined.
"I *really* like the idea of seeing you publicly humiliated. But if you do *everything* I say, right now, I might just settle for humiliating you in private."
"What do you mean?"
Debbie picked up one of the pages from the printer and dangled it between her thumb and forefinger. "This. I want to do this to you." She told him.
Conrad's cock twitched in his pants in spite of himself. Even though he hated her, now more than ever, the thought of actually being facesat in real life turned him on. His own perversion disgusted him now. He wanted to be dominated by a beautiful blond with huge silicone pumped tits, not some fat frumpy computer geek-ette whose body was shaped like a pear.
Even her expensive maroon business suit couldn't hide her shape. But he couldn't let her ruin him. He decided he had to do it.
