Corporate Blackmail Goes Wrong

Dessie sipped her coffee as she reviewed the last week's financial reports from the breadth of her plush desk.

She was pleased with the rising figures that corresponded to the actions taken in her business strategy and aggressive methods to beat down her competitors.

A pleased smile was drawn on the face of this young and attractive executive of barely 24 years of age, who was lighting a cigarette and the sound of the nylon rubbing could be perceived at the moment she crossed her legs, took a pen to make some notes, called her assistant through the intercom to come and take a dictation for the elaboration of a memorandum that had to be executed immediately in reinforcement of the current commercial strategy.

The assistant would enter immediately bringing with her a box that had been left by a courier 2 minutes earlier indicating that the package had to be delivered as a matter of strict urgency. The young assistant quickly took the notes and made the quick dictation to immediately prepare the document requested by Dessie whom she would leave alone in the spaciousness of her office located on the 14th floor of that corporation's building.

Dessie could not help but be curious about that package that she would immediately open, it seemed strange to her to find a printed note with a series of very peculiar indications.

"I congratulate you on your efficiency and rapid promotion, your husband must be the happiest to leave you in charge of his corporate emporium in the city, while he is in China expanding his financial horizons for the next two months. There is a box with a radio communicator, activate it and place it in your ear."

The package had no sender information, she would take the tiny radio communicator which she would turn on and place it in her ear, for a moment Dessie felt like she was in a strange movie plot, for the tiny device reminded her of those used by the white house secret service.

-Now I have your full attention. - Said a voice of a certain darkness and metallic sound, it was not easy to identify if it was a man or a woman on the other side of the line.

-Before you say anything, first you are going to place on your desk a box that is inside the package, there you will find an envelope, but before you check the contents of that envelope, you must place there that elegant and expensive business suit that you chose to wear this day. -Said the voice.

Dessie couldn't help but be surprised and find the audacity of that ridiculous request amusing. - No way! -she said.

-Perhaps I did not express my indications clearly. This is not a request; I am giving you an order! And I expect you to obey my orders with the precision that you expect to receive from your staff. I see that you require encouragement, so first you can open the envelope and as soon as you see the contents, I am certain that you will be as obedient as the most loyal soldier who is accepting a mission.

Dessie took a puff on her cigarette and felt her nerves tingle as soon as she saw that the envelope contained some photographs of her in an extremely compromising situation with Eli Cohen, in the next picture she was with Lita Van Der Waals in a position of the same compromising nature.

A cold sweat began to dampen her forehead, moved by nerves and the agitation of her heartbeat, she would take another strong puff on the thin menthol cigarette.

- Impressed? Now you are going to follow my indications to the letter, unless you want your oral skills to become public knowledge, starting with your husband and your lovely mother-in-law, who without fear of contradiction has the ability to make your life a misery, mainly on the professional side.

-You don't understand, those pictures are out of context. - Dessie said.

-I fully understand the capabilities of that tongue and the allure of your nymph-like powers that have fallen prey to its dominance, not just those two prominent figures in the business world. I can cite more people whose tastes have delighted your palate and have been happy to enjoy the lush honeys of your sexually omnivorous womanhood. -Said the voice.

- ¡No, stop! -Dessie exclaimed as she grabbed the indicated box into which she slipped her coat and exhaling an air of reluctant annoyance, she would begin to unzip the expensive skirt that complemented her elegant business suit. The skirt gently descended from the brevity of her waist down the fullness of her hips and continued to slide down those long nylon legs until it stopped at the expensive high heeled Stilettos that shod her delicate feet, Dessie closed her large green eyes and contracted her full lips as she gritted her teeth, and tried to calm herself as she carefully folded her Italian couture skirt and tucked it into the box indicated by the voice.

-You know how to take care of your interests, I like you to be obedient and you should know that this is just beginning, now your assistant will call, ask her for a coffee and you will hand her that package where you just put your suit.

The loudspeaker rang at that moment, it was Silvia, the assistant, who announced the presence of a messenger who had to pick up a package urgently.

Dessie asked her to come in and asked her to bring her a coffee without sugar first. The executive looked down at her, she was extremely uncomfortable without her suit, the white blouse was too short to the point that it exposed a good part of the white panties and the garter belt with suspenders. She would take a seat to conceal herself from her assistant.

The beautiful Silvia entered with a cup of coffee in her hand which she would place on Dessie's desk, take the package she handed to the messenger and return immediately to remind Dessie of the meeting she had at 11:30 a.m. that same day.

- Damn it! Now you want to tell me how I'm going to show up at the meeting in this get-up? -said Dessie.

- Do you dislike showing up to your meeting in your panties that much? -said the voice.

- Of course, I can't show up in these panties!

There was silence for a few seconds.

-You're right, it would look very bad if you showed up in the shortness of those seductive panties, so you'd better take them off.

- You can't ask me to do that! -said Dessie.

Are you sure? Because I can complicate your morning in ways you can't imagine. You will obey! There is a thin box, there you are going to put your panties and bra, for the moment you are going to need the garter belt, we don't want those majestic legs to lose their elegance. I'll let you have the blouse and where you're going to replicate me again, you're going to have a very bad time.

Dessie sighed indignantly, she decided to remain silent, opened her blouse and with her hands reached for the clasp of the bra which promptly slid down the straps across Dessie's arms, the cups released two sagging firm and slightly tanned breasts in the same tone as the rest of the lovely smoothness of her skin, thumbs placed on the ends of the white panties which descended as Dessie flexed to that end at the directions of the voice in the earpiece. She exhaled again with some restrained anger, folded the panties making a triangle with them as instructed, placed them between the cups of the matching bra and carefully arranged them in the tiny box, which she closed and placed inside a drawer of her desk.

- Are you feeling better? Now I would like you to take a break before putting your blouse back on, I want you to walk towards the window and enjoy the beautiful city view from that beautiful glass tower where you work.

Dessie was trying hard to contain her displeasure and obeyed, she would walk slowly wiggling in the direction of the window, she drew the blinds to have a wide perspective from that place where you could see the city, the great river that crossed it and some boats that crossed the waters, she was nervous fearing to be seen by someone else from the nearby buildings.

-Why so serious? You should smile, you have youth, beauty, a body that drives crazy those who contemplate it and a nice landing strip traced in your pubic hair. I think before we go back for your blouse, we should fix that detail. You'll find a can of shaving foam, a razor and a bottle of Aqua Velva, you can shave in the comfort of your executive bathroom. Go on, don't waste any time! I want to see that spotless pussy when you get back to the window.

Dessie again held back her anger, walked slowly to her desk, picked up the indicated items and just as calmly walked to the bathroom attached to her office, shook the can and began to apply the lather to her pubis. Her breathing was a clear sign of her uneasiness, for the first time in many years she found herself stripped of control of the situation and it infuriated her to be taking orders from a person who evidently suffered from a controlling disorder who enjoyed humiliating her through dirty blackmail.

Dessie rested her leg on the bidet and began to carefully shave the strip of hair in her vagina, continuously rinsing the razor in the sink and continuing the shave, once there was not a single hair left in that area, she proceeded to rinse herself in the bidet, the cold water caressed her skin while her hand cleaned with the water any residue of the foam, this made her nipples begin to harden, she could not deny the pleasurable sensation that the cold water was causing in her body, besides the rubbing of her hands in such a sensitive erogenous area.

Her breathing became panting, her will abandoned her and that initial anger was transmuted into an inexplicable anxiety to relieve herself.

-Now it's only fair that you give yourself a hand down there, don't deny that shaving has made you horny, you know you mustn't replicate my orders, so I'll let you play with yourself until you come.

Dessie said nothing and would continue to touch herself for several minutes, her breathing quickened and the gleam in her eyes intensified, before long she was squirting in the dome of her guilty and lonely pleasure, as the strength of her whole body seemed to focus on that intense sensation leading her down the path that brought her in touch with the most energetic of her effervescent womanhood.

-Did it feel pleasant? Now rinse yourself very well, apply your after shave, I remind you that it's 20 minutes past 11. You don't want to be late for your meeting. -Said the voice.

A flash of anguish pregnant Dessie's spirits, who ran to her desk to put on her blouse, she couldn't help but feel stupid once the last button of the garment was in place, her nipples were still erect and this was evident through the fabric, the roundness of her bare buttocks and the flaming baldness burning in her vagina, reminded her how vulnerable she was, the fear increased as she had to leave her office to go to the boardroom.

- Are you afraid? Sure, you're afraid to parade your naked ass in front of all your subordinates. Do you want help? -said the voice.

- Yes, please!

-You know it could cost you dearly. -Are you willing to pay the price? -Said the voice.

-Yes. -Whatever it will be! But please, let me have a little dignity for my meeting.

-Dignity is something you yourself must have despite adversity, I didn't think you would lose it so easily, but I will spare you some embarrassment with your subordinates. -Said the voice. At that moment the lights went out in the whole building. -Now you can walk quietly to the boardroom, you have little time before people notice how spectacular your spherical, firm, exposed ass looks. -Said the voice.

Dessie, walked out of her office towards the hallway, she indicated to the people to stay in their cubicles and not to make noise, it was all due to an electrical failure that would soon be resolved by the maintenance staff, she accelerated her steps to the stairs taking advantage of the few minutes of grace that her extortionist granted her, a flashing of the lights, indicated that she had little time left to arrive. As she entered the floor, she repeated the same directions she gave to her staff as she left her office, everyone was silent and the tiny flames of some lighters could be seen somehow showing her the way.

Her heartbeat jumped in her chest like the pendulum of a mechanical clock, she immediately felt the floor cease to be at her feet and just felt a loud thump all over her body.

-I'm very sorry Mrs. Hutchinson, let me help you. -Said a young executive who was getting up and held out a hand to Dessie to help her up. A new flashing of the lights would illuminate everything for a fraction of seconds, Dessie saw the face of the young executive whom she would recognize immediately, she was terrified of the idea of what James Conners could have seen, she covered his mouth with her hand and said in his ear. -I'm perfectly fine, did you see anything unusual? Squeeze my hand if you did. -There was no such squeeze, Dessie exhaled a sigh and would tell him; now go back to your cubicle.

She instinctively placed one hand over her vagina and another between her butt cheeks trying to cover herself in case the lights suddenly came back on, she made it to the boardroom where after stumbling a couple of times in the dark, she would take a seat at the head.

The lights returned to normal and in a few minutes the people who had been summoned for the meeting would be arriving, all commenting on their experience of being trapped in the elevators during the blackout. The young brunette felt her nerves about to betray her and almost burst with terror as soon as Hilde Hutchinson walked through the door. An important member of the board of directors of the corporation that bears her family's name, a woman of impressive presence and refined natural elegance, she walked majestically with the haughtiness of her blonde presence dressed in a sober black Channel suit, holding under her arm a fine matching leather handbag, around her neck hung a discreet pearl necklace.

Hilde at 48 years old managed to captivate the astonishment and male attention as well as her presence produced the influence that led many women to an involuntary condition of insecurity and nervousness, even the youngest and most attractive ones who wondered what her secret would be to cheat age and show off that endemic freshness in her skin, Her facial expression could seem pregnant with sweetness and sophistication, which would be her personality for those who enjoyed her sympathy and affection, years ago she was pleased with the confusion of some people who approached her to ask for an autograph, believing that they were with Catherine Deneuve.

But it was also well known how stern her stern and unyielding personality was and no one around her dared to contradict or challenge her, so they appealed to her gentle side and affection for what she considered fair, it was well known by everyone in her circle how little sympathy she felt towards her daughter-in-law Dessie, who was barely a year old married to Max Hutchinson II son of the tycoon of the same name.

Dessie nervously placed her arms to cover the hardness of her nipples, she would stick her body between the table and the chair as soon as she felt the coldness of steel in the look Hilde gave her as soon as she detected her presence in the boardroom, the same coldness was felt in the greeting and disapproving look Hilde gave her daughter-in-law as soon as she did not rise like the others with her arrival.

The meeting would take a couple of hours and Dessie could not help her nervousness at the closeness with her mother-in-law, half way through the meeting Hilde would pass a note to Dessie; -I wish to talk to you at the end of the meeting, don't go away.

Dessie once again felt that icy contempt that her mother-in-law never had the slightest compunction to make her feel to evidence the deep contempt, she felt for her by considering her as; noxious to Max.

Then there was the fact that she was half-naked, how could she explain such a thing to her mother-in-law? It wouldn't be easy, besides fear was wreaking havoc on the whole architecture of her personality, Dessie was a millimeter away from breaking and her heart seemed to be tearing at her chest with the firm intention of escaping from there to beat calmly elsewhere.

-We all agree that the last commercial strategy has given us good results, I am sure that my husband Max and my son will be very pleased when they return from China, where they are working on a fruitful expansion, now I do not wish to take any more of your valuable time, go in peace and we will see you next week. -Hilde said, and then those present bowed their goodbyes to the elegant and distinguished woman and also to the nervous Dessie.

The door closed behind the last person who left the meeting room.

- What is going on here? -Hilde said angrily as she grabbed Dessie's shoulder and pulled her to her feet with such force that the delicate blouse ripped in such a way that it let out one of Dessie's sagging breasts.

- You have the gall of Messalina! Look at the nerve of you showing up practically naked to my council meeting! Hilde said energetically and arrogantly in her annoyance while tearing her reddened daughter-in-law's fragile blouse after slapping her.

- When I knew you at least you had the good sense to keep your panties on! I tolerate you in the position My son gave you, only because your efficiency is matched by the wildness of your carnal appetites. Don't think my husband and I weren't aware of your escapades! What do you plan to do when My son's erotic fixations with you follow the fickleness he tends to have with his hobbies? You need me to keep your place!

Dessie began to feel her emerald gaze watering as Hilde's relentless anger shook her to pin her against the table, she felt a resolute force in her mother-in-law's hand as soon as it landed on her back, it was impossible for her to try to stop it or even enunciate any argument in her own defense, she only managed to hold onto her arms that were on the table as Hilde removed her garter belt and sententiously ripped off her stockings, after removing the Stilettos from her feet.

-I'm sorry Mistress Hilde, there is an explanation for all this. -Dessie said in tears.

-Of course, there is, you filthy Meretriz! -Hilde said after slapping hard one of the round buttocks of the crying Dessie. She then placed a document on the table, accompanied by an elegant fountain pen.

-Take a good look at yourself, this is a foretaste of what awaits you if you ever cross the fine line your insatiable instinct leads you to. -Hilde said.

Dessie stood up and began to read a series of testimonials that were not unfamiliar to her, after several pages, there were a series of clauses that she found outrageous.

- You can't expect me to sign this document! Not after the voracious prenuptial contract your lawyers made me sign a year ago. I absolutely refuse! Dessie said forcefully, and for the first time in her life, she stood up to her mother-in-law's power.

-You're going to sign that document; you have nothing to fear. As long as you act like the devoted wife my son deserves to have. -Hilde said.

-Madam, with all due respect, there are laws that protect a woman after a divorce, you literally require me to sign my own death warrant, you can't just throw me naked in the street without giving me the right to literally nothing.

-You are going to sign it here, now or since you are naked you can start looking for a way to go home. -Hilde said as soon as she turned on the boardroom monitor.

Dessie rolled her eyes and began to tremble with fear as she saw the image projected on the monitor. 4 hooded men were subduing a man who appeared to be John Cummings, they began to undress him between two of them, while one held him down, the fourth slapped him. There was no sound, but John could be seen shouting something, he seemed to be begging for mercy.