Jennifer swallowed hard as her mind tried to reconcile what had been delivered to her. The pictures clearly showed her fucking and sucking what appeared to be the company CEO. The only person who could explain this was Sophie, may she could help defend her...
The buzzing of the phone snapped her out of her brief trance. She reached for the phone with perfectly manicured fingers and picked it up. Flipping it open, she held it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Someone has been a nasty little slut," Jennifer did not recognize the female voice, "There are instructions in your text messages. Failure to obey will result in your complete and immediate public destruction."
"What, why are you doing this? Who is this?"
The phone was already dead.
Jennifer fumbled with the antiquated flip phone, looking for the texts. She found them.
Her stomach sickened by the minute.
'You are a slut and a whore'
'Sluts must be trained. Whores must be punished'
'You will do what we ask or you will be punished'
'Your first test of obedience is simple. Insert the enclosed toy into that freshly fucked cunt'
'You are required to keep it there all day'
'Send a picture proving your compliance'
'Failure to comply will result in every employee, customer and business associate receiving the pictures showing how you got your promotion'
'You have 3 minutes to comply'
Jennifer could not believe what was happening. She began to panic. Her mind quickly scanned through the previous night. The party celebrating her promotion was the crowning achievement of her career. She remembered embracing Robert, the CEO. She also remembered how she ended the evening, fucking her young lover. His dominant words. Fucking her face. Being cummed on.
In a jarring moment she remembered the shoes. Both men wore the exact same shoes. The setup was almost perfect in its simplicity. Any objective person looking at those photos would see things the same way: Jennifer had sucked and fucked her way to a promotion. The photos in the folder in front of her would destroy both her career and Robert's career.
The phone buzzed again. A new text came.
'2 minutes'
Jennifer tossed the envelope into her brief case and picked up the box containing what she now understood as some sort of sex toy. In a state of panic, Jennifer strode her long legs toward the women's executive restroom. She opened the door and walked into the small sitting area just outside the stalls and toilets. She found the level of opulence in the bathroom odd for a telecom company, especially with only five women at the Vice President level.
Walking past the small couch and baby changing table, Jennifer opened the second door and proceeded to the first stall. She opened thin metal door and closed it behind her. She took the pink rubbery toy out of its box and held it in her hand, running her fingers over the smooth material.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she thought.
The phone buzzed again.
'One minute'
Jennifer took a deep breath. There was no time to think. She needed to buy time and figure out what to do. She had to find out who her enemies were and what they wanted. But first, she needed to rectify the immediate risk. She pulled the silk hem of her Stella McCartney dress to her waist and eased her white lacey thong down to her knees. Sitting onto the cold toilet seat, Jennifer spread her legs and pushed the toy against her bald outer lips. She was tight and dry.
Thinking quickly, she took the bulb of the toy and sucked it into her mouth, running her tongue around in circles to ensure it was evenly coated with saliva. She then reached back down with her left hand and spread her lips. Her labia spread open, still swollen from her marathon fucking the night before. She pushed the pink bulb in. Despite its hard fucking last night, her pussy was still quite tight and held the toy in place. Its 3-inch tail out and up, above her clit.
Jennifer reached down and began to pull her panties up but stopped, remembering her other instruction. She flipped open the phone, found the picture app and snapped a pic of the thing pink line extending from her vagina. She quickly texted it to the phone number of her tormentor. She received an immediate response.
'Good girl'
Jennifer quickly pulled her thong up and straightened her dress. She had no time to waist, her first staff meeting as an executive was about to start.
Jennifer walked into the large board room and exchanged pleasantries with each person there. A few kisses on cheeks, some light flirting and a bit of small talk took place until the CEO, Robert, entered the room. He took his commanding position at the end of the table and jumped right to the issue at hand.