*** Nate's Evil Exploits is the tale of a sex-crazed bisexual sociopath whose job (and passion) is sexually exploiting people during corporate downsizing. ***
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Nate turned his attention to his calendar. His 10.45 was a junior purchasing officer named Nina Jacobs. Unfortunately for Nina, she was on Nate's cut-list. Her manager felt she was too soft on their vendors and didn't see a future for her in their department.
He Facebooked her and found she lived her life in public. Young, she wasn't used to protecting her information. He scrolled down and found she was looking for someone to date. She wanted a guy who 'liked reading, who smelled good, and who had ambition'. He could safely say 'check' to all three.
He scoured her profile, looking for something he could use to blackmail her, and found nothing useful. He went deeper. There were services that could pull browser histories from people who didn't protect their digital footprint, and it often provided a wealth of useful material.
Nate didn't do it often, as it was a personal cost to him, but Nina's staff photo showed a woman with long, blonde, silky hair and green eyes, and there was no way he was NOT fucking her in twenty minutes' time.
He scrolled through and found nothing terribly incriminating, until he caught sight of a site he hadn't seen before in his own online travels. 'www.useandabuseme.net'. And once he had that, he had everything he needed.
His office had an en suite, and he cleaned himself up and applied a light spray of cologne, then pulled his copy of Crime and Punishment from his desk drawer. Most people recognised Dostoevsky as famous literature, but he'd met very few who'd read Crime and Punishment. It was, frankly, a downer, but a great prop.
Nina was two minutes late. Nate checked his watch as she sat down, and gave her an alligator smile.
"Nina. How's your day going?"
"Okay." She looked nervous.
Her eyes fixed to his hand as he slid the copy of Crime and Punishment into his drawer. He could see by the way her nostrils flared that she could smell his cologne. A slight dilation of her pupils told him she liked it.
"Relax!" he said, folding his hands in front of him. "I aim to make this process as painless as possible."
"That doesn't sound good." She gave him a strained smile.
"Oh, sweetheart, it's really not."
She frowned. The days of condescending to women in the workplace being allowed were long gone by the time Nina had got her first job. She really wasn't sure how to react. It wasn't as if Nate was some sexist old pig she had to kowtow to.
"I'd rather you didn't call me sweetheart, if it's all the same."
Nate leaned back in his chair. "Tell me, Nina, if you lose your job, do you have an alternate stream of funding to tide you through to finding a new job? A boyfriend, parents you could move back in with?"
Her clear green eyes darkened. "No. It's just me. And my rent in London's astronomical, so if I lose this job and I can't get another one, I'm screwed."
He raised an eyebrow and she grimaced at her choice of words.
He grinned. "Swearing in front of me's the least of your problems right now."
He spun his laptop around to face her. She scanned the screen and he could see her mortification setting in as she saw her own face, her own profile, on the website Nate had found.
He spun it back to face him.
"So. We know what you like, love. The question is, how important is it to you to keep this job?"
"Blackmail? Seriously?" She stared at him, fuming, her hands resting on her slim knees. "What do you want?"
His favourite question.
"See that little boardroom table over there?"
She glanced behind her at the oval office table.
"What I want is for you to pop under it before the good Mr Powell comes in. And when I invite him to take a seat, I want you to make him very, very happy. So happy he's prepared to advise me to keep you on staff. At least until you can find something else."
She licked her full lips, and it wasn't just nervousness. Her profile on 'useandabuseme.net' said she harboured fantasies the likes of which Nate simply didn't have time to fulfill. But given that, he didn't think she was really going to mind doing as he'd asked too much.
As to Greg, well, Nate would soon find out just how faithful he was to his wife.
* * * * *
Greg arrived on time and took his customary seat in front of Nate's desk. As the day wore on, the man's expression was growing grimmer and grimmer. Nate was looking forward to turning that around.
"Hey, Greg, cheer up!" Nate pulled a folder across the desk to rest in front of him. "I thought we'd change things up. Now, my next appointment's with a 'Nina Jacobs', who, by all accounts, is absolutely fucking stunning.'
Greg's mouth fell open. "I don't think it's appropriate to—"
"Greg, have you, or have you not, fantasized about fucking her?"
Of course Greg had. You didn't work in close to proximity to a beauty like Nina without taking her image home to your spank bank. He'd fisted himself to climax to the swell of her breasts under her blouse more than once in the early hours of the morning. But he wasn't about to admit that.
"She's a co-worker."
Nate gave him a condescending smile. "No she's not. She's an underling who's about to get the chop. Admit it, you know it, I know it."
Greg sighed. Under the table behind him, Nina gave Nate the finger.
"But it's okay, I think I can buy her a stay of execution. Here, come over to the boardroom table. I want you to take a look at this proposal."
Greg took a seat at the table and waited to see what Nate had for him. Nate pulled a folder out of his desk drawer and brought it over. He sat down and pushed it across the table.
"Take a look."
He rested his head on one hand while the other man opened the folder. There was a photo in it of Nina—the one she used on her profile, of her blindfolded and handcuffed, sitting naked with everything on display to the camera.
Greg knew he should shut the folder, but he couldn't stop staring. Despite himself, despite knowing he was a decent human being, he felt an erection tenting his pants.
Something touched his leg and he let out a yelp. He stared at Nate, frozen as fingers slid up his thigh.
Nate leaned forward and took hold of his wrists, holding them flat to the table, as underneath it, Nina stroked Greg's bulge and took hold of his zipper in her slender fingers.
"Greg, I want you to know that what happens here today is between us. There are no cameras in here, and no one's going to judge you for helping a poor girl to keep her job."
"What the hell are you doing?" Greg stammered. His breathing grew faster as Nina slid her hands into his pants and pulled out his hardening erection.
"I'm doing nothing."
"Let go of me."
Nate shook his head. "No. You're a good man, Greg, I know you are. This is my gift to you. If I let go, you'll have to tell your wife you let another woman suck your cock. But if you can't defend yourself, it's not your fault, is it? And you won't need to tell her anything. You were taken advantage of. This is something that's happening to you, not something you're doing of your own free will. The only person who needs to know about this is your therapist. I can recommend a good one."
Greg closed his eyes as Nina's fingers circled his cock and started to slide up and down his length. The tip of her tongue circled his head and he let out a shivering breath.
"Now, Nina has a special request of her own," Nate said, dropping his voice. "When you're ready to unleash hell, she wants it all over her. She wants your cum spattered in her hair, dripping down her face, spread all over her creamy, extremely perky tits."
Greg gasped as Nina slid her mouth over his cock and started to bob up and down on him.
"Right now, she's naked under there. If you weren't such a good man, you could reach down and feel those firm tits you've imagined. You could grab fistfuls of her long, blonde hair and pull her right onto you."
Greg jumped and gasped again as Nina swallowed still more of him, so that his cock was almost completely engulfed.
Nate lowered his voice to a growl. "If you weren't such a dedicated husband, you could pull her up and bend her over this table and fuck her tight, dripping-wet snatch until you exploded from sheer fucking amazement at your good fortune."
Nina chose that moment to swallow the last of Greg's cock, so that it nudged into her throat. She held it there, jumping and twitching, then slid back off and plunged back on to him.
