Mandy awoke the following morning having had almost no sleep at all. On seeing the tape of her and Bernard and hearing what Ted and George had to say she felt physically sick and had run from the house. Upset and very angry she came straight home, turned her phone off and went straight to bed unable to believe how her situation seemed to keep on getting worse.
As she showered herself she felt the knot of worry in her stomach, she shouldn't have run out like that, making them angry was not a good idea and she hoped she hadn't given them reason to carry out their threat.
She had always wondered if they would really hand over the tapes to anyone as that would mean bringing their fun to an end, but now with this new tape it was far too risky to call their bluff.
"Perhaps they would tell the police and just move on to someone else," she thought to herself. She didn't know it but she was giving them too much credit, not realising that it all came about in the first place by a chance encounter and nothing had been planned.
Knowing full well that she was bound to hear from them today and so worried was she that they might be angry with her that she thought she had better dress for work in a way that they might approve of if they saw her.
Having been told by George to wear stockings before she decided it would be a good idea to wear them again, just to be on the safe side.
Being a girl that doesn't like to wear the same thing two days running the stockings she chose were a champagne colour, far more suited to the white underwear she had picked out for that day.
She admired herself in the mirror, her white lace half cup bra held her huge tits high and seemed to hold them out as an offering. Making up the set were the matching lace panties and suspender belt that fastened onto the lace trimmed tops of her stockings with shiny metal clips.
She knew how sexy she looked as she brushed her hair back into a pony tail and couldn't help feeling a little smug at the thought of how men found her completely irresistible.
She finished the look off with a short beige skirt that fitted perfectly, tight but not uncomfortable. On top she wore a simple plain white cotton t-shirt that clung as tightly to her narrow waist as it did to her 34F tits. She knew if George or Ted saw her looking like this there was no way they would even consider letting her go.
Just as she was about to leave she turned her phone back on, she had two messages just as she suspected. The first was a simple message from George telling her to call him as he had something he wanted to discuss, the second of course was Ted.
His contained more detailed instructions of what he wanted her to do. He was on an early shift and so was already at work but she was to go to his back door and inside a plastic bag she would find his video camera. He wanted her to take it to work and make a recording of her and this Walter the weasel character that George had told him about. He warned her of the consequences if she didn't make it look good and finished with a simple order, "I want to watch you giving him the time of his life!"
She was shocked, the whole point of pretending to be asleep yesterday was so Walter wouldn't get the wrong idea and think she wanted him. Now however with this new tape they had she had no choice but to do as she was told no matter what Walter might think.
As she walked to work oblivious to all the usual ogling looks she got from almost every man she walked past she couldn't believe that the two dirty old men would soon have yet another video recording, only this time she was going to actually make it herself!
That morning at work Mandy kept herself busy while all the time wondering how she was going to carry out Teds instructions. Walter was such a creepy little weasel and the thought of letting him get his dirty old hands on her filled her with disgust. She knew it would have to happen at lunchtime when everone went out for an hour and Walter went to the tea room alone as always.
As lunchtime drew closer Mandy became more and more nervous, she so desperately did not want to do this. Every time she glanced across at Walter he would look away obviously feeling worried over what he had done yesterday and wondering if she had any idea what happened.
The skinny nervous little 58 year old was experiencing a mixture of feelings. Firstly he was indeed worried that she may have some idea of what he had done, but as the morning went on and nothing was said this seemed to fade. Secondly he couldn't help sneaking glances at her, she turned him on so much that he had a constant erection in his grubby underpants. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and found it hard to believe that he had actually fucked her, him little old Walter, and her the incredibly gorgeous and sexy young Mandy, who would have ever thought it! He wished he could stand on the table and tell everyone, especially all the guys, just imagine how jealous they would be.
Lunchtime came and everyone except Walter left the office to make their way to the local bar where they spent every lunch break.
Mandy hung back until everyone was gone, she then turned on the video camera that was in her bag and pointed the lens out through the zip opening.
"I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," she thought.
"Oh I can't be bothered with going for a drink today," Mandy said to Walter as she entered the tea room.
Walter looked up surprised, was she talking to him? She never spoke to him other than for work. He was both pleased and disappointed to see her, pleased for the obvious reasons but disappointed because he had been waiting for this hour to enjoy a nice private wank.
She placed her bag on a chair next to the door so the camera would catch everything that happened in the room. She then slowly walked across the room to the counter the other side to put the kettle on.
Walter watched her over the top of his newspaper, her proud outward thrusting ass looked fantastic in the little beige skirt. Again he could make out the outline of her suspenders through the tightness of the material as it stretched around her upper thigh.
She knew he was watching her, "yeah you wish you dirty old pervert," the gorgeous 20 year old thought to her self knowing full well that she was of course going to have to grant that wish.
He couldn't take his eyes of her and thought how it would be to just reach out and run his hands over that incredible young body.
"Y....you feeling b...better today?" he nervously asked.
"Oh yes thanks, oh and thank you for taking me home," she politely answered. As she turned to look at him she caught his eyes on her ass for a second before he quickly looked up to her face. Even then she noticed he couldn't stop glancing down at her tits as he spoke.
"Oh no problem, a....any time, i...if you feel that way again j...just let me know," he stammered.
"Thank you," she said with a smile as she turned back to making her cup of tea.
"Hope we've got some milk," she said as she went to open the fridge. It was under the counter and, knowing full well what was on his mind, she bent at the waist, keeping her legs straight as she peered inside it.
Walter reached under the table and grabbed his aching cock through his trousers to give it a much needed squeeze. The sight of her ass as she bent over was incredible, the hem of her little tight skirt raised just enough to give him a glimpse of her lace stocking tops. The sight was a dream come true and was driving the dirty little weasel crazy.
As she straightened up she knew she had to get a move on or there wouldn't be time to carry out Teds order. In a flash an idea came into her head how she could do it, she had to just bite the bullet and get on with it, she knew she had no choice.
"The other girls have said you're going to fire me for all the time I've had off lately," she blurted out. It was all lies of course but she had to have a reason if she was going to have sex with him, she couldn't have him thinking she wanted it.
"W....what?" he asked her somewhat surprised.
"Please don't," she begged him, "I can't afford to lose this job."
"B....but I'm n....." he started.
"Please!" she again said, cutting in on him.
He turned on his chair to face her and looked into her beautiful eyes completely puzzled not knowing what to say.
Being painfully shy she knew he wasn't about to seize the opportunity like the others would. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't fire me," she pleaded as she crossed the room towards him.
His eyes moved from her face down to those gorgeous huge tits stretching the white cotton t-shirt to the limit as they gently bounced with each step. As she got closer he looked lower at the sexy little beige skirt stretched tight across the front of her firm thighs, its length only just covering the lace tops of her champagne coloured stockings.
The pathetic little weasel grew both nervous and excited as she approached, her body was just so incredible he desperately wanted more than anything to get his grubby little hands on it.
"I....I'm not going to fire you," he said with a nervous gulp.
"You're not?" she cried knowing she had to do something now or it wasn't going to happen. So, unable to quite believe what she was about to do, she made her move.
"Oh thank you, thank you," she said pretending to be so pleased. In an instant she sat herself down on his lap, crossed one leg over the other, threw her arms around his neck and with one more "thank you," she gave him a huge hug.
His excitement grew and grew as he felt her gorgeous ass instantly pressing down on his painfully hard cock. As she held him tightly, his face buried in her neck, she knew the disgusting little old creep would be getting turned on, but that was the plan and she had no choice other than to continue.
"I've been so worried," she went on, "how can I ever thank you enough?"
