Before I begin, I should say that this is not a confession. A confession implies an admission of guilt, and I am not admitting to any guilt on my part. I took advantage of an opportunity and did what most people would have done in my situation, even if they would never admit it out loud. Besides, it worked out in the end.
It all started some time ago when I was just beginning my career. I had spent the better part of my adult life at university as I found myself needing to do so to advance in my field. I received a bachelor's and then went for my MBA at a top university with the intention of breaking into the business world. Somehow, the only job I managed to get straight out of college was as a math teacher. I did this for some time until I finally, after many interviews with my companies, I was given an entry level analyst position at a large financial company in the Big Apple. As such, I barely put in my two weeks' notice before I found myself searching for an apartment in New York City.
I began my new job immediately. My pay was decent, but not enough considering what I paid for my degree. Nonetheless, this was my foot in the door, and I intended to take full advantage of this opportunity. I arrived on my first day wearing my best suit expecting to have a somewhat boring first day. I did not expect, however, to find myself being shown around by the curviest woman I ever laid eyes on.
McKenna was only twenty-eight years old but she was already the head of her own division despite being the same age as me. The textbook definition of a big, beautiful, successful black woman, McKenna was a 42F in cup size (as I would later learn) but she wasn't fat, nor was she skinny. She just had a naturally curvy body and a huge spankable ass as well. It was honestly hard to determine if McKenna's ass or tits were bigger. She was the definition of an S-shape, and it was all natural, as evidenced by her tits jiggling and her ass swaying with each step she took in her high heels. McKenna was wearing a white pinstriped suit that did nothing to hide her curves and despite her blue collared shirt leaving only one button unbuttoned, she couldn't even hope to hide her body.
"Normally I don't show new analysts around myself," she explained, "but it seems we've had some issues with the new analysts lately. We had to let a few go which is why you were hired so late. Normally, we hire at the start of the summer, but that's how incompetent those idiots were."
I was trying to listen. I really was! But there was no way that I was getting through the tour without being distracted by her body. The only thing I managed to remember in the end was what cubicle I would be working in and that I would be reporting directly to her.
"And another thing," she added. "I don't date co-workers, so don't even think of asking me out. I know, I know, but two analysts already tried this month so it needs to be said. Now, if you need anything you can ask my assistant, Grant."
With that, McKenna left me to my cubicle and the numerous tasks she assignment me that day. As I worked, I daydreamed about her, but I soon had a new crush in the office: a Puerto Rican who was younger than McKenna and had only been working there for a year. Lacey was twenty-four and did not have her MBA but her background in data science made her a valuable asset to the company. As for her other assets, Lacey's ass was the start of the show. It screamed "spank me" and was slightly larger than even McKenna's ass. Her tits were smaller but still 32Ds and worth fantasizing over.
Throughout that first week, I found it difficult to focus on work with two hot ladies in the same department. McKenna's flat-out declaration that she would never date me was annoying. I was a decent looking guy. I may not have been the most ripped guy in the world, but I worked out from time to time, on the slimmer side of average, and just over six feet tall. Still, she never seemed to show the slightest interest in me, so I focused my attentions on Lacey. I spoke to her, brought her coffee regularly, and even started to borderline flirt, but then I found out she had a boyfriend. Some guy named Doug who she was getting serious with. Fuck!
Then, just over a month later, I found something that would change the power dynamic forever. McKenna and Lacey were on friendly terms and went out together from time to time. Of course, I was never invited, but on New Years' Eve the company hosted a party that evening and was nice enough to give everyone New Years' Day off. Rumor had it that this was because the CEO would need the day to nurse his hangover. Whatever. This was my shot. I knew from McKenna's assistant that Lacey had caught Doug cheating on Christmas Eve, and they broke up. I worked my way into the conversation and spoke with Lacey away from McKenna, but the look in her eyes told me that I would be disappointed.
"Listen, Ben," she started. "You're a nice guy, but you're not my type."
"What is your type then?" I blurted out. I was more than a bit tipsy by this point.
"I-Its complicated," she stammered, clearly drunk as well. "I-I just, I-I tend to date, I don't know."
"Lacey!" McKenna called. "You wanna go to that other spot?"
"Yeah!" Lacey called back, shooting me one last apologetic look before disappearing with McKenna. I took another shot of tequila and located my coat before getting in my car and following them at some distance. I didn't really have a clear plan and in hindsight it was probably a stupid idea, something I was growing more certain of as I followed them into New Jersey. Why the fuck were they going to Jersey?
Then came the fateful moment. A man staggered in front of their car on some backroad in New Jersey and they hit him. I immediately parked and turned off the engine. Recovering from the shock, I slipped out and hid behind some bushes to overhear Lacey and McKenna panicking, mostly because they were drunk driving and the man appeared to have broken his neck. Seeing an opportunity, I whipped out my phone and recorded the entire thing, including them getting back in their car and taking off towards the city. After sneaking back to my own car, I did the same.
The next day I reviewed the footage and checked the news. The man was indeed dead and the police were at a loss as to who committed the hit and run which killed him. I instantly realized I was in possession of the best blackmail material possible. After quickly making copies and putting in safeguards, I sent a copy of the footage to McKenna's personal email and told her to bring Lacey and meet me at my apartment in two hours or the video would go straight to the police. I grew nervous when I saw no response to my email, even an hour later. However, two hours after on the dot, the buzzer ringed.
"Who is it?" I asked over the intercom.
"McKenna," called a shaky voice. I buzzed her in. A few minutes later Lacey and McKenna were sitting at my kitchen table inside my small apartment.
"What do you want?" McKenna asked. "A raise? A promotion?"
"Its not a matter of what I want," I explained, "but rather who."
I looked pointedly at McKenna's tits. She scoffed and covered up.
"Anything but that," she hissed. I looked over at Lacey who was staring at the floor.
"Lacey, are you willing to spend the next twenty years in prison because McKenna is being a prude?" I asked. Lacey began to sob.
"You see what you've done?" McKenna asked harshly as she moved to comfort Lacey.
"What I've done?" I asked mockingly. "I'm not the one who got drunk and hit someone with my car."
"You were drunk driving too!"
"But I didn't hit anyone, and I didn't get caught. Also, good luck proving I was drunk. There's no video of me acting drunk, but you two are stumbling all over the place in this. Look!"
"I don't want to," Lacey cried.
"Shhh, it's going to be ok," cooed McKenna comfortingly.
"It won't, unless McKenna takes off her shirt."
