The next morning I arrive at work later then usual, a tray of fresh coffee in my hands ready for the girls at work. I would usually start my mornings by catching up on gossip with the girls and then get to work. This morning I felt refreshed from a solid night sleep though and decide to skip the caffeine rush, instead passing the lattes to the girls in the break room. One of them complimented me on my shoes.
"Thanks! I bought them last night. Just couldn't resist." I said with a light laugh, giving a wave to the group as I walk back to my office. I have to admit my new black heels made me feel quite confident. I wore a simple black pencil skirt like the day before which hugged the curves of my yoga sculpted ass. A silky blue blouse draped over my frame and was tucked in conservatively too my skirt. My hair's combed back neatly in curls away from my face. Already the day was going well.
That is until I get to my office chair and my heart completely stops while looking at my computer. Someone has already turned it on and alight on the screen is several images of what looks like a dirty slut in an amateur porn flick, with her ass arched high in the air being rammed by a cock while her mouth is salivating for another. It is only when my eyes adjust to the screen that I realize the slut in the picture is unmistakably myself. My eyes widen as I look at the images, an audible gasp escaping my mouth. Instinctively, my hand rushes to the mouse and jolts it, and instantly the pictures disappear and are replaced by my home page.
The moment of relief does not last long as I look around my office to see if anyone was watching my mild freak out. I thought I had buried all evidence of that sex tape deep, deep in the files of my computer! I hadn't even known the frat guys were filming me, but I never expected the tape to ever resurface. Sheer panic washes over me at the thought of someone having found this. My entire reputation would be destroyed.
Reaching into the side drawer of my desk, I try to fish for my wallet to get out of the office, but my hand instead grabs a thick, rubbery object. As I look down, my hand clutches over my mouth in shock as I'm staring at a large, purple dildo placed in my desk. Below it, even more shocking though, is evidence of my own skimming of profits from the company. I slam the drawer shut in disgust and stand out of my chair, unsure of what to do next. Who had done this to me? And what did they want?
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