The unfamiliar presence of another person in Ted's bed in the morning turned out to be a pleasing diversion, but unfortunately is was a weekday and both he and Jayna had to get to work. Jayna had rushed home before going to her job and Ted just barely made it to work on time, the sex they'd had in the shower had been distracting, slippery and full of laughter. Laughing was something else he was unaccustomed to.
With Jayna hovering close all morning, Ted hadn't been able to copy any of the photos they'd taken the night before off his computer or camera to bring to work, so instead of uploading a new image to Arthur's computer, Ted put all his digital defence programs on Yellow alert, knowing things were going to come to a head soon. If Arthur didn't catch Ted with Jayna, discover the saucy images of her on the screen saver collage or find out about the image of her attached to all his outgoing emails, Arthur was going to get caught for embezzling. The embezzling Ted had framed the big man for.
With many of his plans protected from sudden discovery, Ted set things up so that with a few clicks of a mouse, or presses of his smart phone screen he could erase any connection to him and what was happening to Arthur. In the physical world, Ted began shutting all the doors to the hall outside his office door and kept his office door shut. Hacking the security computers, Ted programmed them so that the doors opening would alert him and attract the security cameras to switch from wherever they were roaming to record his hall, office door and the inside of his office.
When Arthur at last came down to intimidate Ted, the alarms warned Ted and he pulled a file cabinet drawer out toward his chair from either side of himself, pretending to look for files. When Arthur barged in and pushed Ted's desk against the wall, the open drawers stopped the desk from pinning Ted to his chair with his own desk.
"How did you put those photos on my computer you fucking pervert?!"
"Holy shit Abraham! You almost crushed me!"
"I will crush you, you fucking dweeb! Where did you get those pictures of her?!"
"What pictures of who?"
"You know who! I will shove your tiny dick down your pathetic throat if you've touched her!"
Arthur was preparing to come over the desk, rage bulging his eyes and turning him crimson.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Security had been alerted by the banging sounds of the doors Arthur had slammed open and shut. Their office was at the other end of Ted's hall.
"This fucker put perverted pictures of my daughter on my computer!"
"What?!" Ted's artificial shock was perhaps a bit over the top, but the security guard was looking at Arthur so missed the poor performance.
Arthur didn't.
"Don't play stupid. You know I don't even know how to edit that photo thing! You fucking did it!"
"Look Arthur, you can't physically assault people in the office!" The guard was speaking as if Arthur was a reasonable person, but the big man was too far gone for reason.
"Did you hear what I said? My daughter!!" Arthur was screaming. "Pervy pictures of my daughter! He put them on my computer!"
"We can talk about it, but first you have to calm down."
"Fuck that! I want him fired! No! I wanna fucking throttle him first! Then fire him!"
A second and third security guard arrived. They got Arthur to leave, one stayed with Ted to get his statement.
"I just have to save my work first."
With nimble fingers he set loose the program that erased any potential connection from his devices to Arthur's and deleted the gambling sites he'd created, the entire photography website and the ads he'd created for Jayna's social media. The program would spent the next thirty minutes devouring all manner of loose programming threads while Ted spoke with security. Saving his actual work as the guard came around the desk to look, Ted appeared to be doing exactly what he said he was. Then he put his PC to sleep and followed the familiar man back to the security office.
Most of his efforts weren't necessary for these early stages of investigation, no one else in the company would have any way to discover what Ted had done. However, when things became a criminal investigation, which they would when the embezzlement was discovered, then he wanted his tracks well covered.
The pair of them were interviewed by HR and security, then both sent home while recordings were reviewed. Ted being the kind of person he was, had dates and times for them to search the tapes to discover incidents of harassment by Arthur.
Riding his bike home, Ted received an alert on his phone. Riding with his phone clipped to his handlebars, Ted could see his speed, pedal rate, map of where he was and plot routes if he chose. It pinged him when Arthur's big, white pick-up truck got within thirty metres of Ted. The device Ted had planted in the rear, right wheel-well of the huge truck didn't have much range, but enough to keep Ted safe.
Pleased to see Arthur so close, Ted calculated where his nearest trap was set up and immediately veered off the road he was on to take a shortcut through a park Arthur couldn't follow through in his big truck. As the large man zoomed around the perimeter of the park looking to head Ted off on the other side, Ted cut behind the truck to another egress from the park that would be a short cut to Ted's goal.
Sprinting on his bike, delighted to have a reason to ride as hard as possible, Ted raced to a long bridge over a small river. The bridge had a sidewalk on the side with no handrail between the road and the sidewalk. Racing his bike on the road, Ted watched his phone, calculating the moment he needed to get off the road. Just as Arthur's truck closed the distance charging toward the speeding bicycle, Ted hopped his bike up onto the sidewalk with a long-practised bunny hop without losing any speed. Riding along the sidewalk he dodged Arthur's truck. The truck's tires squealed and bumped the curb violently, passing by Ted, only missing him by a few feet.
The moment Arthur's truck moved past, clearly speeding far over the limit for the bridge, Ted hopped back off the sidewalk onto the road and grinned as the policemen usually stationed on the far side of the bridge angrily signalled for Arthur to pull over, radar gun in hand. Slowing to below the speed limit himself, Ted cruised past a furious Arthur who was shouting out his window pointing at Ted as the cop walked up red-faced and shouting back.
Around a corner, Ted called all the newspapers and reported a violent interaction with a police officer at the bridge in question. Arthur might not take a swing at the cop, but it was going to be on the news that night if he did.
Given his unexpected free time due to being sent home, Ted proceeded to edit photos of Arthur's daughter sucking Ted's cock, then the pair fucking. By the time he had finished choosing the best, touching them up in his editing program and creating a thumb-drive for Jayna to keep, Ted was eager to see her again.
The excited girl rushed over when he called. As he showed her the very best photos, they sat close, touching intimately as she gaped at the amazing pictures.
The first he showed her was a close up of her face with her bared breasts right at the bottom of the frame. The light carved artfully placed shadows across her body, highlighting the curve of her breasts, the hard points of her nipples. The light framed her smooth face in clean lines that sharpened her soft youthful features, idealizing her visage into its most perfect form, each detail of her face captured at its optimal angle and relation to the other elements of her countenance. The raw perfection of her youthful beauty was frozen forever in that image and Ted was proud of his photography, even if had been a lucky shot.
The other, even more compelling part of the photo was her expression, the naked yearning for approval written in every line of her expression radiated from her in palpable waves. The nudity, vulnerability and beauty of the subject pierced the viewer with compassion. Even Ted, with his limited access to normal human emotion could see there was something special about the look on Jayna's face, but the girl herself stared at the photo for a long time clearly moved by it.
The next photo he showed her was a close up of her from behind, the shots where he'd instructed her to touch herself. The light was harsh and created deep shadows between her buttocks as he zoomed in on her sex. Having Jayna lift both buttocks meant he saw everything from her distant her vulva to well above her anus. The light glinted off the wetness gathered on her labia, the lurid pink of her inner tissue gleaming from her dewy lubrication as Jayna exposed her most intimate parts to his lens. The sordid, sleazy photo attempted to make art from smut, it was a gynecological extreme yet managed to strike a balance between filthy and fancy.
The owner of the pussy on the computer screen squirmed uncomfortably as she studied the image, and Ted relented and moved on to the next image.
This picture was an extreme close up of just her face from the moment Ted had asked Jayna to kneel and masturbate for him. The expression on her anxious face caught the struggle between lust, obedience and guilt so perfectly they both spent a long silent moment studying the photo. The complexity of her expression, the layers of emotion took a while for the viewer to fully comprehend. The slightly furrowed brows, excited, far-away-looking eyes the flush of her smooth cheeks, the flare of her cute little nostrils and the softly puckered, 'oh' shaped lips took the observer on a journey of sensations as one interpreted the expressions and imagined what one might be experiencing in order to make that face.
Once again the image was in clean focus, the light just right and the connection between model and photographer clearly strong. The technical aspect of the photo were as well executed as the subtle, nuanced reaction on her face, two parts in harmony, drawing the viewer in.
The following photo elicited a gasp from the subject, but then a long, deep silence as Jayna took in the image filling Ted's large computer screen. The splayed limbs strewn across the floor captured the writhing ecstasy of Jayna's climax as she lay on the floor masturbating. The full body shot exposed the moment of climax so perfectly Jayna blushed looking at her orgasmic extremity in lurid detail. The girl in the photo had one hand jammed between her clenching thighs, the other groped her breast, dimpling the soft flesh with clawed fingers. The skater's toned legs flexed as she dug her heels into the floor and lifted her hips, buttocks clenching, abdominals taut, as her ass lifted from the floor.
