Author's Note: In the immortal words of The Troubador, I finished this story "Because both my fans requested it". I apologize again for submitting Chapter 1, then deciding to do a major rewrite of the story. It was unfair to make readers have to wait over two months for the rest. This story is completed and each of the four chapters will be submitted on successive days.
I forgot to let readers know that the story was about blackmail before the 1st Chapter, and was properly spanked. This time I'm making sure you understand, so please don't read it and be annoyed that it's about blackmail. This chapter also has a non-consent scene.
There have been a number of Literotica authors and readers who've given me help getting this just right (sometimes enough to make it seem more like torture). I can't thank all of them enough, but I figure putting there names up here is good revenge...er...I mean the least I can do.
First, thanks to Joesephus. He is a good man and an excellent author. I hope you're doing well, my friend. Wetapap has been tireless in offering me suggestions (you are my minister of sadism). AverageJoe, DocT1400 and Bart all took a look at this and gave me tips. Finally, AngelLove bailed me out with a last minute edit, finding mistakes that I couldn't believe were still there after reading this about 100 times. Please, for your own sake, don't ever ask me to be an editor!
Although I tried to make this chapter explain some of the events from Ch1, it may still be confusing to read without at least looking over the 1st chapter. All comments are welcomed as always, although the constructive ones are much easier to learn from. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that the story is about blackmail?
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"...Well you better make sure you bring her in line. She's useless the way she was last weekend." Bill listened to the frantic response on the other end of the phone for a moment. "I don't care, you need to scare the shit out of her. I know her kind, if you can break her, she'll go along with everything and you'll never have a problem with her again. You either need to bring her in line or you need to let her go. She's dangerous the way she is right now."
He listened to a few more apologies before cutting in, "Look Ryan, I have to go. It's your problem so you deal with it. I helped you find an out, you have to make it work. By the way, I don't want to have this conversation again, goodbye."
As he hung up the phone, Bill smiled to himself. He was intentionally hard on Ryan to make a point but he believed Michelle was far closer to breaking than Ryan understood. The night at the hotel was fun for him, but more importantly, it gave him the chance to get a read on her. This little housewife was so scared something was going to happen to her husband that she would agree to almost anything. Now that she was in this mess, she'd be too scared of losing him to ever come forward.
He thought fondly of how hard she tried not to enjoy herself. It made things much more interesting for him. Bill was all about power, and forcing a woman to bend to his will was the ultimate power. He was actually glad she wasn't some bimbo that went along with things, getting off on being dominated. Having someone truly innocent and unwilling like Michelle would be much more valuable in the long run...
Bill owned his own small company that distributed hardware for high tech companies. He organized smaller companies and gave them access to the big boys. His company was profitable, but it wasn't how Bill had made his fortune. His main occupation was the stock market. He had made millions from investing in some of the companies he sold to. To the casual observer it appeared that he made wise investments. The truth was that he had good sources for making his choices.
He had always been good at reading people. That asset helped him to get by in High School and College. He found people who could help him with classes and always seemed to find the one favor he could do for them that they couldn't turn down. Bill always found a way to deliver and turned those favors to his advantage. If it wasn't to get help with his grades, he would use his skills to earn extra money or often he just did it to work girls from the campus. He never had a shortage of hot young coeds staying the night, although rarely did any of them tell their friends.
When he graduated, he started at the ground floor of a software development company. Within two years he had risen to manage his own department. He used his contacts to start up his own company. Five years later, he made his first million. Instead of slowing down and enjoying his success, Bill used the money he had made to make his contacts very happy. Whether it was vacations, lavish gifts, or hookers for lonely businessmen, he seemed to always know the best way to get to the men he needed to further his own business. When he met Ryan, he sized him up in the first five minutes.
Ryan was obviously a weasel. He was ambitious, but too cowardly to take risks. Although he was smart, Ryan never worked hard enough to get what he wanted. He made it to his current position by a combination of sucking up and liberally bullshitting his superiors. Bill was amazed that no one had caught on. Ryan wouldn't have lasted a month in Bill's company, but he was exactly the kind of man Bill loved to meet.
Two nights later, high on coke with a hooker blowing him, Ryan bragged about finding a hole in his company's accounting practices. When Bill asked him what he planned to do about it, Ryan tried to talk big, but obviously wasn't going to take advantage of the opportunity. Bill spent the next 24 hours massaging his ego, feeding him with get rich stories and a constant parade of bimbos.
By the time Ryan went back to work, he had been instructed on exactly how to take advantage of the situation and minimize the risk to himself. Bill believed he would, especially after a crash course in how to move money through a series of off shore bank accounts which would make it incredibly difficult to trace. This would make Ryan permanently indebted to Bill, giving him access to information and technology that was worth far more than the pittance Ryan was making.
When Bill had received Ryan's frantic phone call right after the office party, he should have been furious. In a mindless pass at his employee, Ryan had done something so stupid that it endangered everything. That was the difference between the two men. Ryan saw a potentially career ending problem, Bill saw a great opportunity.
"Ryan, you can kill three birds with one stone," he began, trying to calm the panic stricken manager. First, you have the chance to push the blame off on someone else for the missing money. It's from her department, people would logically think she was involved. Pointing the trail towards her should be easy. You don't need to prove she did it, if anyone ever misses it, she'll have to prove she didn't.
"Second, you can get the chance to finally get into her pants." He smiled to himself knowing that Ryan's ego wouldn't let him resist the chance to dominate the beautiful woman who had rejected him. "Third, you can use her to ensure yourself the promotion."
Ryan had been practically crying on the phone. With Bill's assurances, he started believing he had a chance.
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As she sat at her desk, Michelle went over the events that started this in her mind. "There had to be something else I could have done," she thought. She had been punishing herself since the first time she let Ryan take her in his office. After the failed 'meeting', she spent the remainder of the weekend quietly telling herself that it wasn't her fault. Sadly, she knew it didn't make any difference. She had let herself be bullied into doing what Ryan ordered and now was in too deep.
She thought about going to the police, but what could she say, "Gee, my boss hinted that he had someone run my husband off the road, then ordered me to have sex? Oh, by the way, he has evidence that I've committed a felony, but I'm innocent...please believe me." She shook her head sadly. Ryan had shown her a printout that had detailed listings of write-offs, expenses and purchases that he said weren't real. He told her there was over $50,000 missing from her department in the last year alone.
It wasn't surprising, she worked in one of the departments overseen by research and development, which had an overall budget in the millions. She was not a money kind of person. Her skill was working with the employees, gently pressuring them to work harder. She had a knack for knowing how to coordinate projects to make things get done.
