|After Office Hours (Erotic Blackmail)
The sexy little stripper that swung around the pole was a good girl by day, but when a lawyer from her day job catches her naked, he decides he wants a private dance. In his office.
How can she say no to him after he threatens to show her boss the photo of her, naked and writhing on stage?
Warning: Contains blackmail and coercion from a sexy man that takes more than he bartered for. This contains blazing hot adult material and is 3,500 words long – just enough to fully enjoy on your lunch break.
I did not want to be at work today. Sure it was a regular doldrums day, but it was also Monday and I’d been working the night before. I kind of live two lives and, well, they don’t really mesh. Today I’m sitting on my ass, taking phone calls from people with legal emergencies for people who don’t have time for them. Last night I was swinging off a twenty foot pole.
The city I live in is small, though. Some people would probably call it a town. I had to have known something like this would happen, but I was playing the odds, and when I was averaging a few easy hundred dollars a night, even when it was slow, it was hard to listen to caution. Wise, wonderful caution.
When he first came up to my desk around ten, I knew what he was going to say before he’d opened his mouth. I’d been up all night, rolling over the possibilities of what would happen. If he’d pretend he didn’t see me there. If he’d go to my boss. Apparently he chose the third option.
My eyes rose to his and I hated him for that smug, knowing smile. Still, I was the receptionist; had to play nice. I smiled, pretending I had nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Good morning, Alex.”
“Good morning, Alyssa.”
I frowned. So it was going to be like that.
“Bridgette,” I corrected him, and he looked a little taken aback, his face screwing up.
“Oh, sorry, I just thought that’s what they called you last night.” It was a mock apology and beneath the surface, I was seething. Still, I smiled politely.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Alex.” There was a bite to my voice, even beneath the pleasant veneer and I hoped it was enough to get him to back off.
“I know it was you,” he looked around the office. My desk was pretty segregated from the rest of the staff and I knew no one could overhear us. They could see us, though. “My question,” he righted himself, “is how much you want me to be the only person who knows,” he smiled. It was a cocky grin, and I suddenly found him less attractive than I had before. Maybe it was just because he’d soured my mood, or maybe the pragmatism of wanting to keep my job was suddenly winning out over the glory of fast money.
“Even if I did know what you were talking about, you couldn’t prove anything.” I was determined. I just wouldn’t dance for a while, that’s all. Lay low. Make due.
He gave me a nod and that smile of his. I didn’t know how he was single, but I did know that much. He had a nice smile. I leaned back, more relaxed at his apparent acceptance, giving him a light smile of my own, “Is there something you need?” I tried to sound as professional as I could muster, but it was still a bit shaky. I was too tired for this.
He paused before giving a little nod as he reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a phone. I looked up at him curiously. Was he hoping to get my number? He looked at it a few seconds, and then frowned at me, “I bought this thing a few weeks ago, but I just don’t really get a few things,” he glanced at my own Smartphone, next to my keyboard.
“I was wondering if you could just show me how to set a wallpaper on it. I wanted something a bit flashier.”
I didn’t really like where this was going, and I gave him a shrug, looking back to my computer. I willed the phone to ring, but it remained silent as he looked at the phone again, flicking a few things and smiling, “Ah, there it goes.”
He leaned in, across the little reception desk, lowering himself to my height so close that I could smell his after shave. He showed me his new background, smile widening, his blue eyes piercing into me, devouring my secrets, “What do you think? Proof enough?”
Ouch. He got a full face shot. Well… that and much more. There was no doubt it was me and he now had me as his phone’s wallpaper. He shrugged, his suit jacket rising and falling with the motion, “I think I’m just going to keep this up for a while,” he snapped his arm back, looking at the phone before tucking it into his pocket.
“I just hope your boss doesn’t ask to borrow my phone. She does that sometimes, you know? Doesn’t like making personal call on her landline and refuses to buy one. Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing?”
His grin was feral and I knew he was serious. “I mean, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind what you do outside work. That’s totally your own business, right?”
It wasn’t really a secret that my boss and I had a few misunderstandings about what being at work meant. And what working meant. And what I was getting paid for, exactly. I was trying to be on my best behaviour and not slip up, but I knew any excuse and I was gone – my retirement plan with it.
I couldn’t look at him just then, and he knew he’d won.
“So here’s what you’ll do,” he said in that dark voice and I simply nodded along dumbly. I’d been so stupid. So careless. Still, I refused to shed a tear, and at five o’clock, I knew I had no choice.