All characters are over 18 years of age.
Lawrence parked his Chevvy in the company lot and walked the hundred feet or so to the front door. He passed Randy's SUV and just the sight of it gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach. The sessions in the boss's office had been almost every other day and his demands had become as much about prying into their private life as they were about acquiring very revealing images of his wife. It had become clear to Lawrence that Randy was building an insurmountable threat against Elizabeth and himself and the payout could easily be disgrace, divorce and financial ruin for both of them if the man chose to make that happen.
Elizabeth of course, had no idea that Randy now had an impressive collection of her naked photos as well as several pairs of her sexiest panties. It would have devastated her to know that Lawrence had picked those garments out of the dirty laundry hamper to give to his boss. Her husband understood fully how humiliating that would be for his conservative wife but, in the end, felt he had no choice. Still, her privacy was important to her and such an egregious intrusion would be an unforgivable humiliation. To have her find out that her consummate embarrassment was facilitated by her loving husband would make it much, much worse.
Randy was enjoying the control he'd developed over the young husband. There was no doubt the young wife was the feature attraction but it was fun to see just how far her husband could be induced to go. Each step drew him further onto that so-called slippery slope where he could lose everything important to him, especially the woman he loved. Now that he had set the hook so firmly, Randy never missed an opportunity to point that out. As he looked out his office window and watched the employee cross the parking area, he felt smug about the situation. He wondered whether there was anything Lawrence wouldn't do to keep his growing problem a secret. Whenever Lawrence got complacent Randy found a way to scare the crap out of him. It was a game and he was the master player.
Elizabeth was folding clothes out of the dryer and putting them away in the dresser drawers. She was a girly girl who liked colorful feminine under things with lots of satin and lace and ribbons. Her bras and panties were mostly in sets from Victoria's Secret so when something was missing it stood out. For two wash days, the soft lemon colored bra had rested on top of the dryer waiting for the matching panties to turn up. They were one of her favorite pairs and she couldn't accept that they were just "lost". She'd even gone through Lawrence's armoire to make sure they weren't mixed up with his things. Now the pink, boy-cut pair was also gone and that made a total of four pairs in four weeks that were AWOL. Lawrence was going to be wondering why she was spending so much on underwear all of a sudden.
The office was quiet when Lawrence shoved his briefcase into the alcove beside his desk and called his computer to life. There were a half-dozen emails in the inbox and another half-dozen annoying discards in the spam file. He saw an email from Randy and another from home. He opened Elizabeth's first. It was only a few words but they knotted his stomach. "Saw you'd called from the office. Sorry I missed it hon. Call me back after the hairdresser about 11 if it was anything important." He hadn't called and his thoughts went turbo trying to figure who had. No one in the office had the house number. They'd all call on his cell if they wanted him. Only Randy had the number for the land line at home.
He clicked on the email from Randy and the mystery was solved. "I tried to catch you before you left this morning. I needed some information and thought if you'd already left, I could get it from Elizabeth, but she wasn't home either."
Lawrence hurried down the hall to Randy's office and knocked. He was agitated and hardly said good morning before he queried "You called my house?"
Randy smiled innocently. "Yeah. I got thinking and wanted to know your wife's bra size. I don't think you ever told me. I figured if anyone would know it would be her."
"Jeezuz Randy! You can't just call up my wife and ask her something like that. What the hell is she going to think?"
"She's probably going to think that you're not as discreet as she'd like you to be," he laughed. "I might have to explain that I already know a lot about her you from and the size of her tits is no big deal."
"Look, Randy, I'm asking you please don't fool around like that. You have to realize there's a lot at stake for me. She would throw me out and sue my ass if she ever knew what I'd shared with you."
"Did you bring me something?" he said, feigning boredom and changing the subject.
"In my briefcase," Lawrence muttered truculently and clearly annoyed.
"Go get it and let me see."
Lawrence was still upset when he pulled a lacy pair of soft pink boy-cut panties from his briefcase. Looking around to make sure no one was watching he stuffed them in his pocket and returned to the boss's office.
Randy was pleased and pressed them to his nose. "When did she take these off?"
"Last night. She wore them all day."
