Author's Note: To get background on the characters, please read the previous chapters. Thanks to everyone for all the kind comments I've received so far. Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, or if it is offensive to you. All characters are fictitious. All events are fictional. Any similarities in this story to real events or people are unintentional.
The next morning Suzanne dressed in a conservative business suit and returned to the office as ordered. But she didn't know how she would get any work done.
It was impossible to concentrate. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her humiliation the night before. She was appalled at the memory of how she had danced so wantonly, then fingered herself like a cheap slut until she was begging him to take her.
And to make it worse, the bastard had it all on tape.
She had to find a way out of this nightmare.
Suddenly the private phone on her desk rang.
She collected herself and answered it. A chill went down her spine when she heard the voice on the other end of the line.
"Good morning, Suzanne," Tom said.
Suzanne sat in shocked silence.
"Now don't just sit there," Tom said. "Talk to me."
"What do you want?" she spat. "If I ever find out how you are doing this to me I'll..."
"Now, that's not the attitude I want," Tom cut her off. "You'll have to pay for that tonight, but I don't want us to get testy now. I was just calling to see how you enjoyed our evening together."
"I hated every minute of it," she said.
"Suzanne, let's be honest," Tom said. "You must have enjoyed it a little. I could have sworn I felt you cum."
"That's only because you made me," she said.
"You can believe what you want for now, but we have some other business this morning," he said.
"I thought you weren't coming over until tonight," she stammered.
"I'm not, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun," he said. "I stopped in last night and left my video equipment under my desk. Go out into the main office, pick it up and bring it back to your office. Then, set up the tripod and position the camera so it is facing your desk. I'll give you some time to set up, then I'll call back."
Click. The line went dead.
Suzanne wanted to run out of the office and get away from this madman, but she felt herself moving towards his desk.
She was sure every eye in the office was on her as she reached under the desk and pulled out the video equipment. She carried it back to her private office and closed the door.
Like a prisoner preparing her own execution, she set up the video equipment as ordered. Then she sat back down at her desk and waited in misery. Her eyes kept being drawn to the camera as she contemplated what new horrors lie ahead.
Back at his apartment, Tom knew that waiting would be agony for Suzanne, so he went out for breakfast. He returned home an hour later and placed a call to Suzanne's private line.
Suzanne willed herself not to answer, but could not prevent her hands from picking up the phone.
"Hello," she said tentatively.
"Is everything set up the way I asked?" Tom inquired, knowing that it would be.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Good," he said. "Now, go switch on the camera and put this call on the speaker phone."
"No, not the speaker phone," Suzanne said. "What if someone hears?"
"What do I care about that?" he said. "Now, do what I asked."
Without another word, Suzanne walked over and turned on the camera then hit the speaker button on there telephone."
"Ready, Suzanne?" Tom said cheerfully.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Good," he said. "I felt bad thinking about you waiting all day to cum again, so I've decided to help you out. I want you to start rubbing your big tits through your clothes."
"At least let me lock the door," she pleaded.
"No," he answered. "The fear of being caught will add to your excitement."
Her pliant mind took that statement as a command and she felt a tingle in her crotch as she started rubbing her breasts.
"Now, reach your hands inside your blouse and bra and play with your nipples," Tom said.
