"Come in".
She walked into the room slightly nervously, noticing the fact there was a second glass of wine already poured on the desk. She was dressed conservatively in dark blue trousers and a white silk top, but they couldn't hide the shape of her figure, her full breasts and hour glass curves. She wasn't particularly tall and was nearing forty, but still walked with a sexual energy that caused men to watch as she strode past. Her shoulder length, straight brown hair was down, just the way he liked it.
"Wine?" he asked smiling, nodding to the glass on the desk.
"No thanks, I've just come for the laptop". Earlier in the evening as they hit the hotel bar after the meeting, he had offered to take her laptop to his room as it was closer, so she could stay drinking and pick it up later when they had all finished.
Dave was sat on the bed looking at something on his computer, so she walked over and stood near him, looking around for her bag. He was about ten years older than her, and possibly could have been attractive in his past, but was now beginning to look tired and wrinkled.
"Ah, there's no need to rush Debi". Dave smiled. "I'm sure you're going to want the wine at some point." He looked her up and down, seeing the patterned design of her bra through her top, and the fulness of the breasts it constrained. He could feel the excitement beginning to stir.
"No, it's fine. It's been a long day and I need my sleep." She smiled, a dazzling smile that hid the uncomfortableness she was beginning to feel, but made her even more attractive.
"Are you sure?" He turned his PC around so she could see a picture on the screen. Of her. In the office, passionately kissing another man whose hand was obviously squeezing a tit. That drunken moment at the Christmas party she thought no one had seen.
"I'm sure you don't want me to go sharing these with the big wide world," he said smiling, turning the pc around and beginning to type. "Unless..."
"Fucker. You can't do that. It's illegal for a start. Blackmail."
A dark shadow crossed his face, and he frowned. He suddenly became hard and business like, as she'd seen him before in so many meetings. He was not a man to compromise.
"Look Debi, I'm not going to muck around. I'm going to make you an offer. You have two minutes to strip to your underwear before these photos get sent from an anonymous mail account to some friends and colleagues. Or, you can walk away and we can see how you explain it at work, home and to the police if you really think you'll go down that route."
"I'm not doing it." She frowned, staring at him defiantly.
"That's fine, but now you're down to one minute thirty and counting." He held up his phone showing her a countdown clock. He smiled thinly. "In your own time. Your decision. You can walk away if you want."
"I said it's a no." She turned to go and walked towards the door. But when she reached the handle she stopped, realising what it could mean to her career and reputation. The wine was not helping her think straight.
"Just once?" she said quietly still holding the handle.
"For this photo, yes." He smiled to himself. This was too easy. "Thirty seconds to go."
She shook her head, trying to make a decision. Then, still facing the door he watched as she pulled her top over her head, revealing small tattoo on her back, and her white bra contrasting beautifully with her olive skin.
"Lovely tattoo," he said appraisingly. "Keep going. About twenty seconds to go".
"Fucker", she swore, but still kicked off her shoes and undid her trousers, pushing them down over her knees. As she bent to take them off she revealed the most beautiful, pear shaped backside, barely covered by a thin pair of lacy knickers.
She stood back up, still facing the door giving him a perfect view of her body.
