Jackeline was not especially beautiful, sexy or fuckable. In fact, she was a normal woman in her early thirties, with a regular face and a regular (albeit slim) body. Don't get me wrong, she was not to be dismissed... She is dark-skinned, as tall as me, slim and with a pretty face, and even more when she wears contacts instead of her glasses. Her full lips are always painted red, and she has a nice smile. But among the receptionists of the building I work in, there were others that would be better targets, since they were or much more attractive than Jackeline or more responsive to my approaches and therefore easier to fuck.
The question here, though, is what makes you horny. For me, that's the prudish, married, faithful ones, like Jackeline.
Every day when arriving I greeted her, and she answered me without looking into my eyes, being polite but making a point of not giving much attention. The same happened when I left, with her way of answering making it very clear that she would never give me enough space to try anything. And it's important to say that I wasn't the only one - she never, ever gave space to anyone, being always professional but clearly imposing a very hard limit so to avoid anyone making a move on her.
But unbeknown to her, this was exactly what made me want so bad to fuck her...
I thought I would never have the chance, though. I knew she was married with kids, and I knew that, although on the poor side, she was not impressed even by the money of the much more richer guys that sometimes have tried to hit on her, and therefore she would never be impressed by my somewhat rich self.
But life sometimes surprise us.
That day I needed to arrive early to finish some reports before noon and, as soon as I walked out of the elevator, I turned to say hello to her. She wasn't on her usual spot, though, and I have already started to walk towards the glass doors that separate the corridor from the work cubicles when I heard her voice, clearly agitated, telling someone:
- But how? How can we get this money until the end of the month? It's impossible!
Her voice was coming from the corridor that leads to the toilets. As the receptionists were not allowed to speak on their mobile while working, it was common to find one of them standing in that corridor, that had no cameras pointing to it, to call someone when needed.
I halted immediately and, turning around, walked slowly and silently towards the corridor, stopping a few meters before reaching it so she could not see me. After a pause, where the person on the other side of the line was speaking, she continued, her voice starting to crack, nearly crying:
- How could you do that to me, mom? How? Now I will lose the house, and I don't even have the money to pay rent. Carl is unemployed, and with the girls my payment isn't even enough to put food on the table.
The call continued for a few minutes, and using the little pieces here and there I found out that a year before she had signed some papers her mother asked her to without reading them, as her mother told her they were about her late father's pension. IN reality, she put her house as a guarantee for a loan her mother took to open a business that, now, had gone belly up, and her house would be auctioned if she didn't pay ten thousand dollars until the last day of that month.
Now, let me say that I never, ever thought about blackmailing someone for sex, first because I have no problem getting pussy (someday I'll tell you about Rhonda and Kamilla, other receptionists I fucked), second because it was not something I thought my conscience would let me do.
But, as I said, Jackeline's prudishness was like an aphrodisiac to me.
When she finally ended the phone call, she was crying, still in the corridor. At this point, my brain (and my other head) had already formulated a plan, a devious one, that would end with her not losing her house, and with me very, very happy. Walking as if I weren't aware she was there, I covered the small distance to the corridor and turned, feigning surprise when I saw her crying, leaning against the wall. She was startled to see me, and trying her best to control herself she stopped crying and tried to go back to her work spot, but before she could pass by my side I said:
- Jackeline, are you crying? What happened???
- No... No, I wasn't.
- Yes, you were. - I said affectionately. What is happening, can I help somehow?
She couldn't control herself anymore and started crying again. I got closer to her and, touching her arm, I said:
- Please, tell me what happened. I can't let you get back to your table like that...
She was probably so sad she couldn't avoid telling me the truth anymore:
- I... I'm having some problems at home...
- What problems? What is it? - I continued with my friendly tone.
- I... I don't know if I should tell... I don't want to take your time...
- Jackeline, come on... - I said softly - You're clearly preoccupied. Let me at least hear what it is, maybe I can help.
She seemed to think for some time, while I got some tissues from my backpack and handed to her. After wiping her eyes, she finally said:
- My mom... She lost some money in an investment where I was a guarantor, and now I have to pay. As I don't have the money, they will auction my house...
Her crying restarted, but harder this time. I let her cry for a few seconds before asking:
- How much?
- What?
- How much do you need to pay?
- Ten thousand... And I have no savings, my husband... He has been unemployed for some time...
I didn't answer her, so I could observe. The fact she was still there, by my side, suggested she thought, in her desperation, that maybe I would show her a way out of that, as absurd as it could be at that point. After some time, as I didn't say anything, she finally started to move, saying:
- It's best that I go back to work...
I stopped her, holding her arm softly, and said, as if I was thinking about something:
- What if I could help?
She looked at me with an expression somewhere between surprise, hope and shame, and after a few moments she said:
- No... No, I couldn't...
- Yes, you could. It's my money, nobody has anything to do with it.
- But... But it's a lot of money. How will I repay you?
- You will not. The money will be yours to keep.
Her eyes widened even more, and she opened her mouth to say something but didn't. At this point, my cock was hard, and I could fuck her there and then. I knew, though, that I needed to tread carefully if I wanted to succeed.
- You... You would give me the money? Why? - she asked, confused.
- Look, Jackeline... What I will propose is a one-time-only offer. If you say no, it's no forever, If you say yes, though, you will be able to save your house for your kids. In fact, I will give you more than the ten thousand - I will give you fifteen thousand, so you can save some money and be prepared if something unexpected happens.
