INDIRECT BLACKMAIL
Rosalind Blackwater's pussy turned hot as she realised the implications of just what she was reading became utterly apparent to her. The forty-two-year-old woman, who had never married judged this would be the key, the end to her search for a sexual partner to dominate. For the report submitted to her contained a glaring error, sure that nobody other than herself was aware of at this stage, and one that could be easily corrected to ensure it remained that way, which if everything went to plan, her plan that is, it most assuredly would do. Provided, that is, the person responsible for the mistake in the first place responded favourably with just what her devious and scheming mind came up with for him. Or, as it turned out, not for him directly. She wished for bedroom action yes, but it wasn't him she wanted in her bed, or to be more accurate, to be tied securely to it. For Rosalind wasn't married to any man for a very good reason, she preferred her sexual partners to be fellow females, not male. No, it wasn't young newlywed James Adams she desired, but his young wife, Olivia, whom she wanted utterly helpless in her hands and power!
James hadn't been married long, Olivia had been just his girlfriend when he had commenced his employment at the company where Rosalind was a senior manager, the very one directly responsible for the section where he performed his daily tasks. And had met young Olivia at the last year's company Christmas 'bash' where she had accompanied her boyfriend, they still weren't legally wed at that point, and immediately she noticed potential, sexual that is, in the beautiful young woman. It was abundantly clear that while she was totally in love with young James, but she was not in lust with him. Rosaland recognised the signs, that were all there, here was a closet fellow lesbian, only the younger woman just didn't know it yet.
Olivia was a thoroughly decent and honest human being, she wasn't attempting to deceive her man, just believing, like many people do, that sex wasn't the 'be all and end all' of life, just part of it. And she was quite content to allow James to do all of the running, making all the decisions within the bedroom, again as a lot of women do. And she responded to his requests to such a degree that he never questioned her or complained. But the predatory Rosalind could see signs, things that he, and her come to think of it, were completely unaware of.
Indeed, it was hard for Rosalind to keep her voice calm and business like as she summoned James to her office just before the company finished for the week, at around Friday lunchtime, for this was one of those companies who had longer hours during the rest of the week, in order to make Friday afternoon the beginning of the weekend. Somehow, she managed it, and he reported to her domain roughly half an hour before 'clocking off time.'
In summoning him Rosalind had explained that she needed to check and review some items of his recent report, putting him slightly on edge as he knocked upon her door. "Is everything in order, Roz?" He asked, rather nervously, using the term to address her that she had stated quite clearly that she preferred.
She looked him straight in the eyes, rising in her chair, as she stated quite clearly, "I'm afraid not, James. Some of your figures don't seem to add up. If this report is forwarded as it is, then serious questions will be asked." She then proceeded to point out the mistakes he had made, before informing him that she had not yet forwarded said report, and that it could be edited, before anybody outside of the room saw it, meaning that no lasting damage would be done to either James's position within the company, or the organisation itself.
"I won't be passing on this until Monday morning, which means I have the opportunity to correct the mistake that you made. However, I want something in return from you in order to persuade me to do that. I mean, if I don't and forward this report, complete with your mistake, it'll probably mean you losing your job. And, let's face it, you've just became a married man, and have just taken on that mortgage to purchase your first house together. Such a shame."
James gulped in pure fear, Rosalind had spoken nothing but the truth, especially the very real fact that Olivia and he had just purchased their first property, committing themselves to a mortgage, which they could afford all the time that James was in work. But if he lost his job?
"Anything, Roz," he uttered, "what is it you want me to do for you?" On her face, he noticed was a rather predatory smile, the sort that suggested she was expecting some sort of sexual favour. As did the rather suggestive manner in which she leaned forward. But did the prospect appear so outrageous? Sure, it meant breaking his marriage vows to Olivia, but maybe in this case the end justified the means. If going to bed with Rosalind was going to save his job, not to mention his home and marriage, was it a price he was prepared to pay?
Older she might well, but Rosalind Blackwater had looked after her body very well, and to put it bluntly she was still quite a stunner, sexy indeed. She also possessed an acute dress sense, she was always well attired, dressing herself in such a classy manner as if to fully emphasise the considerable level of sex appeal she displayed. You never know the clearly 'sexperienced' Rosalind might even teach him some 'new tricks' in order to spice up his love life with his wife, which was, he had to admit to himself, a little 'stale.' Yes, he decided, if sex with his older line manager was just what she was demanding here, then he was going to agree. Willingly.
The immaculately dressed Rosalind, a beautiful leather suit adorning her slim body, complete with a skirt just long enough to conceal whether the very sheer nylon upon her shapely long legs was in the form of stockings or tights, appeared to be suggesting just what James had deduced when she asked, in a soft seductive voice, "do you have any plans for this evening?"
"No, Roz, nothing specific." James answered truthfully. "I'm free to do whatever you want me to." Starting to become VERY excited, thankfully Rosalind's desk in between them meant that she couldn't fully observe the effect her suggestions were having upon a certain part of his anatomy!
"Good! You have now." She jotted something upon a 'post it' note, which James saw was an address when she handed it to him. Presumably her home location. "You will report here at precisely six o'clock this evening. Don't be late!"
