"Beautiful."
Danny Dent smiled, leaning back in the office chair, his hands clasped behind his head. On the screen was a perfect digital image of a petite blonde woman, eyes closed, peeling off her bold red blouse. No matter how many times he looked at the photograph, he was still amazed at the sight of the young, married Sadie Simpson performing a strip tease for their boss.
"Can't believe that bitch acts so tough with a chest like that!"
At the corner of the screen, crumpled in a ball at her feet was Sadie Simpson's padded bra. Without the extra padding, she had the most demure bust he had ever seen.
He clicked the mouse. The picture faded into a second image. This time the young blonde was kneeling in front of the elderly CEO, Mr. Fukszia. Old Man Fukszia's hands were tangled in Sadie's long, blonde tresses, his eyes closed in ecstasy as she performed what must have been one hell of a blowjob! The intrepid Danny Dent had only been able to capture the image from this angle, but with this added to the first picture, it was obvious who was sucking off the boss.
"Should have fucked her when you had the chance, old man."
Danny sat up in his boss' chair. He had bribed the night janitor to let him in and after that he had little difficulty accessing Fukszia's computer. Danny's hunch that the old man kept his password on a yellow sticky note proved correct. It had been easy to download the pictures and attach them to an email in his boss' name.
"I could send these to your husband. Do not reply to this email or I will. Meet me tomorrow night in the conference room. 11 p.m."
He typed in Sadie Simpson's email address and clicked 'send.'
"You've got mail," Danny cackled to himself until tears filled his eyes, twirling around in his boss' chair. He thought of the digital transmission twisting through the thin wires to reassemble those damaging images onto the unsuspecting young wife's computer.
The office was dark at that time of night. Sadie shook with a chill even though the office was quite warm. Few lights were on as she made her way down the dim hallway to the conference room.
***
She paused at the door, trying to calm herself. Sadie had not been able to sleep since that day in her boss' office when he had blackmailed her into performing that lewd blowjob. And now there were pictures!
She had wanted to ignore the disgusting images. But how could she? If her beloved Billy were to see those pictures, her marriage would be over.
Trembling, she turned the knob on the door and entered the dark conference room.
For a moment, Sadie felt that she was alone. Then, she heard soft whispers from the darkness. There was more than one person in the room with her!
With a click, brilliant fluorescent light flooded the room. Sadie gasped in shock as she squinted at the two men in front of her.
One was short and fat, his hair a thick, greasy black. She recognized him at once as Moe, a slick talker from marketing that she had noticed looking at her many times in the past.
Standing beside him, looking petrified at the slim young bride, was a sandy-haired youngster she recognized as the boy who delivered her mail. His name escaped her.
"Well, Sader, its good to see you're on time."
The petite blonde whirled around. Danny Dent stood tall and muscular, a superior smile on his face.
"What is going on here?" Sadie was confused. She had expected to see her boss, not the handsome office playboy.
Danny took a step towards her.
"It's ok, Sader. I understand how confusing this all must be. You see, Fukszia wasn't the only one who got to see a show yesterday."
Danny showed her the digital camera in his hand.
"He was making so much noise you must not have heard me knock."
Sadie shook her head slowly back and forth. "No. Oh, no!"
"Yep." Danny grinned. "Caught the whole thing. Fukszia's got money and power. There's lots of stuff he can give me to cut his face out of these pictures."
He set the camera on the conference table that dominated the middle of the room.
"You, though," he continued, "What do you have that could persuade me not to post those pictures all over the Internet?"
"You can't...you won't!"
Danny walked around the table, putting a hand on Moe's shoulder. Moe smiled broadly with yellow teeth.
"Oh, I can and will. Moe and my friend Timmy here loved the pictures, didn't you boys?"
Moe nodded, while Timmy smiled sheepishly.
"I bet I could make a lot of money on those pics. Especially if I explain how it was a young, supposedly faithful wife sucking her boss off for a promotion."
"That's not true! He was blackmailing me. Just like you, you piece of shit!"
Danny said nothing, removing more pictures from his back pocket. He tossed them onto the table; images of Sadie Simpson's sexy strip tease and subsequent oral infidelity caught forever on film.
"You say that, but those pictures don't show it. Hell, from that strip tease, looks to me like you seduced the poor guy! I'll bet hubby would believe any story he was told after he sees these!"
Sadie clenched her fist, rage infusing her body. Her shoulders felt tight with tension. She wanted to fight, to run, something. Then her eyes fell to the pictures.
There she was, on her knees, her boss enjoying her mouth. Another picture showed her removing her bra, revealing pert pink nipples. It never should have happened, but she'd had no choice.
Just as she now had no choice.
She lowered her eyes in shame, tears dripping slowly off her cheeks. Danny saw the young blonde's submission and slapped Moe and Timmy on the shoulders.
