"Meet me @ the dam 4 lunch- noon." I read the text and the butterflies started flapping around in my stomach. Damn it. I thought this was finished. I didn't know how to reply. Of course my first thought was, 'Leave me alone asshole! I'm done!' Instead, I turned my phone upside down and tried to ignore it.
Focus Katie, focus! I turned back to the computer in front of me so I could reconcile the numbers in front of me. I had to finish this report for my next meeting. *ding* While most 20 something year olds loved the sound of incoming texts, I have learned to hate that sound. I loathe it with a passion. To me, that sound represents my own personal hell. But I guess I brought that on myself. Mostly.
I quickly finish my report and hit save. Then I nervously glance at my phone. "Say yes Sir and confirm you received my text. PS: it shows you read my text 25 minutes ago." I quickly replied back, "got it." I looked at the clock - only 5 minutes to make it to my meeting. I locked my computer screen and rushed down the hall to the conference room with a copy of my report. My part of the presentation was near the end.
As my boss began to address the team to go over last month's collection numbers, my mind drifted back to the text. I wondered how long Eric, a coworker, was going to blackmail me. Three months ago, he discovered a huge accounting error I made. An error that should have cost me my job. Luckily, he found it before my boss discovered it. When Eric came to confront me, he found me asleep at my desk. He snapped a picture before waking me up.
I had a sick kid at home and sleep was almost nonexistent for several nights in a row. I was still fairly new at my job so I couldn't call in sick. I guess it all finally caught up with me. Hence the error and sleeping at my desk. When Eric told me he fixed everything and covered for me, I was extremely grateful. I offered to buy him lunch as a thank you. I couldn't afford to lose my job since I was a single mom, and I really needed the health insurance for my son. The devil smiled and said lunch was a great idea - he would drive. Couldn't afford for me to fall asleep at the wheel he joked.
Eric said he knew a great place for lunch. He drove us out to the edge of town and pulled into an alley. I've never been to this part of town before. "What's the name of the restaurant we're going to," I asked. Eric stopped the car in an empty parking lot.
"We're not eating at a restaurant," he replied. "I plan on eating you for lunch." With that statement he leaned over, grabbed the back of my head, and planted his lips over mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him away and smacked him hard across the cheek. The bastard laughed. "Have it your way, Katie dear. I know our boss would love to see the picture of you sleeping at work and proof of your accounting error. Let's go back to work and get this over with."
I looked at him with horror as he put his seatbelt on. I weighed my options. The job market was tough these days, and I had mounting doctor bills coming due soon. In a tiny whisper I asked, "What do you want from me to keep quiet?" That was the beginning of selling myself to the devil. The worst part about it though was for every part of me that mentally hated selling my soul, there was an equal physical part that desired our escapades. And that is what tore me up the most.
My mind came back to the present. The meeting seemed to race through to the end as the clock sped closer and closer to noon. A few minutes before it was time to leave, I grabbed a bag from under my desk that I kept strictly for these meetings with Eric. I quickly changed out of the suit I wore to work and slipped on a short black mini skirt that only covered my ass cheeks if I stood up straight, and a black tank top with a built in push up bra that took my already generous boobs and pushed them in and out until my cleavage was all a person could see when they looked at me. I put my hair back into a high ponytail, and slipped on a long jacket that coved me up and walked as quickly as I could to my car in the 4 inch heels I was required to wear. I drove to the dam and pulled up next to his car.
Eric acted a gentleman and helped me out of my car. I removed my jacket as instructed, and he led me up a little path close to the dam's overlook and turned me around for a deep kiss. As he did, his hand wandered over to my ass. The skirt was pushed up as he roughly squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled me in closer. I could feel his cock hardening between us. "Your text said said ok, and not 'Yes Sir' as instructed."
"I'm sorry," I stammer. Shit! I knew this wasn't going to be pretty. He led me over to a nearby tree and told me to pick a switch. "Please don't do this Eric...Sir. I'm so sorry!" I begged and his smile grew. I knew that smile. Shit, shit shit! I better stop before it gets worse. I quickly picked a thin flexible branch hoping it wouldn't hurt too much. Eric took a rope out of his pocket, tied my wrists together, and used a separate rope to tie it around the binding and secure it to a large branch over my head.
Eric rolled up his sleeves, giving me a nice view of his strong forearms. He told me to spread my legs wide. I obeyed. I felt a breeze blow up from the river and heard the horn of a tugboat nearby. A shiver ran up and down my body. Partly from the breeze and partly due to anticipation. Eric took the switch I picked out and slowly traced my body with it. He started at my bound wrists attached to the branch above my head a lightly grazed it over my skin.
