Chapter 2

The header to the e-mail was nasty, and said "Your nipples look nice. I want to see more..."

Sandra could hardly wait for the meeting to end so she could get back to her office and read the rest of the e-mail. She was afraid to open the full message in the conference room as the person to her left or right might have seen the message. Maybe the blackmailer was sitting next to her; she was twisting inside with her uncertainty, would the blackmailer reveal her? What else would he ask her to do? Was it even a he?

She popped open the e-mail and read, "Your nipples look nice, now I want to see your tits, and I want to watch you masturbate for me right there in your office. I'll let you lock the door, this time, but don't fuck with me or I will make you do it with the door unlocked. If you are wondering how I can see you in your office look above your desk, you will notice a small hole in the ceiling tile that is a wireless camera that I put in place so I could keep an eye on you. Now let me see you make yourself cum. I like to watch, and I am going to watch you a great deal from here on out."

Sandra could not believe what the blackmailer was asking her to do. She was amazed at the turn her life had taken since this morning. She stood on shaky knees and headed over to her office door, the sound of the lock clicking sounded as loud as the shot of a gun to her hypersensitive senses. She moved back to her desk and sat down; she looked up at the camera she pulled up her sweater tank popping her tits out into the cool air of the office. Her sensitive nipples were dark, and stiff she reached up and rubbed them idly, and was surprised as the wave of excitement that flowed through her body to her clit. She hiked up the skirt that she was wearing and slid her panties down over her knees. She was surprised to find that her pussy was soaked with her cunt juice as she slid her fingers into her labia, running her fingers up and down her cunt lips, coating her long fingers with her pussy juice. As she grazed her clit her head exploded in pleasure and she realized that on some level being forced to masturbate was really turning her on.

Using her right hand she started stroking her clit in a circular motion, rubbing across the sensitive nub, increasing the pressure as her excitement grew. Her left hand was busy pulling and twisting her hard, dark nipples, pulling the hard tips to heighten her excitement. She dipped her long fingers into her cunt hole, alternating the stimulation of her clit with some hard thrusting of her fingers. Within a couple of minutes her breath was coming in gasps and she was on the verge of orgasm, she looked up at the camera and imagined some man, she thought about Steve Jenkins for some reason, pumping his hard cock while watching her finger fuck her cunt. The thought of Steve's hard cock took her over the edge and she brought herself to an intense orgasm, her hips bucking and her nipples swelling even more as she climaxed. It was all she could do not to scream in pleasure, but she was so afraid that someone would hear her moans of pleasure that she bit her lip to keep herself quiet.

She finally came down from her orgasm and took some tissue out of her desk to clean up the stick cunt juice that coated her chair. Her face was flushed and she knew that she must look a mess, and wondered if she would be able to get through the rest of the day. She finally decided that there was no point in working and she called her boss and said that she was not feeling well and headed home for the day.

Sandra got into the office early the next morning. She had hardly slept at all the night before and she was feeling tired and on edge at the same time. She had thought about her problem and had not been able to come up with a solution. She was greeted by another e-mail from her blackmailer as soon as she opened the e-mail program on her desktop. "I had a good time with you yesterday, but things have only begun. Keep your eyes out for the next game we are going to play."

Sandra felt a blackness descend upon her. How could she ever get out from under the threats of the blackmailer, this could go on for months, even years. She would always be vulnerable to his, if it was a he, demands. Her only hope was that the blackmailer would grow bored with her and just quit fucking with her. Then she had another thought, maybe there was a way to find out who the e-mails were coming from, or at least where they were coming from.

She headed to the office, if you could call the large room filled with servers, hubs, wires, and dozens of computers in various states of disrepair, of Ron Powers the company's network and hardware administrator. His office was located down in the basement next to the mail room. Ron was about thirty years old, dark long greasy looking hair, white pasty skin, a little overweight, glasses, and a perpetual scowl that came from people asking him to do the impossible all the time. Sandra could see his eyes drift to her tits and shapely legs when she walked up to him and she said in as friendly of a voice as possible, "I wonder if you might help me with a little e-mail situation, but I need your promise to be discrete."

Ron looked at her, his eyes fixed upon her tits, and said, "Maybe I could take a look at your problem in a couple of weeks. Unless you are broke down Mr. Jenkins is busting my ass to get the new server protocols up and running." Then he raised his eyes from her tits and looked her in the eyes with some curiosity and said, "What you been messing around with some porn or something? You need old Ronnie to erase some shit you don't want people to see?"

Sandra was at least relived that he would hear her out as she said, "Well it is of a more personal nature. Someone is sending me suggestive e-mails, but I am afraid it might be someone I report to. I want to know who it is without reporting it to HR, in case I want to handle it privately."

Ron looked at her and answered, "Privately huh! So what you are saying is that if this person is one of your bosses, or someone you find attractive you might want to play along with them, but if it is someone sort of repulsive, say me for instance, then you want to be able to go running to HR."

Sandra turned red with embarrassment as his comments hit not to far from the truth, and she did not know what to say. Ron continued to talk, "Well here's the deal my lovely management babe, if you want my help you got to give me something, something of a personal nature if you know what I mean."