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Subject: {ASSM} Jills New Job 10 <*> {Jill Saunders} (M+F blackmail)
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Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:10:02 -0500
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The attached work of erotic fiction is intended to be
entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal.  If
it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read.  This is a
copyrighted work.  Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited
without the express, written permission of the copyright holder,
excerpts may be posted as part of a review or posted to
free-access, non-commercial archive sights.


   Copyright 2007, 2008, 2009 by J.  Saunders.

   If you are an editor and wish to publish this story
   contact me at: jillsconvictions@yahoo.co.uk

   This and other works may be found here:
   http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Jill/


Introduction:  This is a part of a completed story.  It may not
be to everyones tastes.



Jill's story - Part 10


I get into work very early but Matt is already there, seeing me
in early he decides to discuss some work.  I don't get a chance
to check out the videos any further before the office is full and
the normal work day has begun.  Damn I think, I am worried that
Dave will cause something to be done and whomever is controlling
this, possibly Steve, will move the evidence I need to prove my
innocence and the lewd videos of me before I can delete them. 
But I can't risk logging into the server during normal office
hours.  I tell Dave that I am still getting to the bottom of the
device problems and will let him know soon, hoping that this will
delay him from pursuing it further himself in the short term.

I don't hear from Steve all day, but as has become usual I get a
message at the end of the day, it's not the usual demand to meet
him, instead it says "I am away today, check your drawer for an
assignment."  Hmm, I check in my draws and find an envelope, it
has a printed slip that makes my heart drop, it says "Dave it a
nice guy, lets share your body with him.  Get Dave to finger you
tonight and take a picture with your phone to prove to me you did
it."  Christ, I don't know how I can do that, I don't even know
if Dave finds me at all attractive.  I must act quickly if I am
to have a chance at doing this, Steve is a vindictive bastard and
I do not want to push him at all when he has nothing to lose and
could get board of his toy and decide to get rid of me anyway -
jail does not appeal to me - there are many things I would do to
stay well clear of the criminal justice system.  I walk over to
Dave's desk and start discussing a couple of aspects of another 
project we are collaborating on, then as casually as I can I 
mention that I am going to the bar up the road after work, if he 
is free why doesn't he come along.  He doesn't seem to find it a 
too surprising suggestion and says "Sounds like a great idea, it 
will be good to talk about work in a casual setting for a change."

I think, with any luck you will be fingering your work college in
a casual setting.

At the end of the day Dave is packed up and ready when I am, he
suggests we walk up to the bar together.  On the way I am a
little more flirty than I normally would be, walking close to him
and allowing my hand to brush his arm or shoulder as we walk and
talk.  Trying to let him know that he is in with a chance if he
wants one, and I need him to want one but I don't want to scare
him away by being too over the top.  When we get to the bar I
think that to get him to act quickly is going to be difficult, he
is probably not the kind of guy to go sticking his fingers into
girls pussys on the first night, never mind in public.  The bar
is not full, there are tables and couches available.  Dave orders
us drinks while I find a table in a moodily lit corner.  I am
going to have to get him to drink a fair bit to be forward enough
I think, and I am going to have to handle it carefully not to
chase him away.  He comes back with a beer and we sit down
opposite each other.  We easily slip into small talk about work, 
I don't try to direct the conversation and just let it flow, hoping 
it wont dry up.  I needn't have worried as it seems we get on very
well, I am at ease talking with him and he seems to be the same
with me.  I purposefully drink my first drink quite fast, when it
is finished he notices and asks if I would like another, which of
course I do.  He downs the rest of his, not wanting to look like
a softie and heads off to the bar.  I can't let myself get drunk
I need to keep a handle on the situation.  Dave comes back with
our drinks.  I sip mine as we continue to chat, I notice this
time Dave is drinking a little faster as he relaxes.  Good I
think.  He heads off to the restroom, I think I will dump what's
left of my drink, which is most of it, and get another round,
hopefully speeding up Dave's drinking.  I head to the bar putting
my almost full drink down at a table along the way.

By the time I get back to the table with the fresh drinks, Dave
is back.  He sees me coming and smiles, he says "Have you had a
tough day at the office?".  I reply "You wouldn't believe how
tough it has been lately!"  We clink our glasses together and
drink a toast.

Later on the place has got busier and noisier, I have moved
around to his couch so that we can hear each other better.  We
have had a few more rounds and he is looking and sounding
decidedly more relaxed than he normally does.  I am enjoying
talking to him and flirting, it has been a long time since I did
that with someone I like.  Every now and then I rest my hand on
his leg, he has got quite used to that now.  I can see he is
thinking about making a move to kiss me but perhaps is unsure of
the pace at which things are moving between us.

Eventually when the place has got even more packed and we are now
squeezed onto just a corner of the couch he makes his move, I
kiss him back warmly.  He kisses me eagerly, knowing now for sure
that I am interested.  I allow myself to get lost in the moment
and enjoy the passionate kissing, rubbing my boobs up against his
chest feeling my permanently erect nipples bending and rubbing
through my thin blouse.  My nipples are aching to be pinched and
nibbled.  But I must focus, I need to get a picture of Dave's
fingers in my pussy.  Thinking why I am doing this at all cools
my mood at the same time that it heats it.  The image is
appealing but the reason is anything but.  I need a light place
to get a picture with my phones camera.  I whisper to Dave,
"Follow me", then stand up and head out the bar, Dave follows. 
We kiss outside and I say, "I know a place close, it's not
romantic but it is private."  He says "Lets go". We hurry down
the road, with me leading the way.  I take Dave back to the office,
it is open 24 hours, he is looking surprised that we have come
here, I take him to the phone booths at the back of the lobby.  I
push him down into the chair and close the door behind us, I
straddle his lap and kiss him some more.  Realising that my skirt
is now around my thighs with my legs splayed wide, I sneak a look
down and see my pussy lips squeezing out of the slit panties.  I
hope Dave doesn't think I am too much of a slut!  While we kiss I
take his right hand with my left and guide it to my pussy,
without looking down he finds my lips and rubs his fingers up and
down the slit anticipating his next move. He slips two fingers
into my pussy.  I already have my phone ready in my right hand. 
Breaking our kiss, I lean back to get some light onto my pussy. 
Careful to keep Dave facing up, I angle the phone camera lens
towards my pussy now being pumped by Dave's fingers and press the
 button a few times, as quickly and carefully as I can so as not
to be obvious and then slip the phone into a pocket.  I lean back
a little further and allow Dave's gaze to wonder, his eyes travel
down my body until they reach my plush pussy, mesmerised he pumps
it with his fingers.

I suddenly feel degraded, I have just taken pictures of Dave, a
man I like, fingering me, for a man I hate.  It kills my mood.  I
kiss Dave again, but this time without the passion and more in
apology, then I stand up. I say to Dave as way of a reason "We
mustn't get carried away in here, if you carry on doing that to
me I will be screaming the place down in minutes."  I can see he
looks abashed, I try to consol him with another kiss.  Then I say
"Lets get out of here", I can see he doesn't know what to do
about his pussy juice slick fingers, hoping he washes his hands
often I take his hand and put his fingers into my mouth and suck
and lick off the pussy juices.  I smile wickedly at him then turn
around and open the door and pull him out after me.

Outside I turn to him and say that I hope he will forgive me but
I must go home now, alone.

At home I check the pictures I took with my phones camera.  They
have come out well.  My pussy shows clearly, in one of the shots
you can even see that Dave's fingers are slippery from my pussy
before they plunge back in.  I choose a shot and send an MMS to
Steve.

I oversleep, it must be the alcohol that I am not used to. It's
now past the early time I set my alarm for in order to get in
before anyone else so I could check out the server.  I head to
work and get there just in time for the official work day start.
Dave is already at his desk, I smile at him and sit down at mine.

I have a message from Steve waiting for me, it says "you should
be a pro, and I don't mean photographer", he also has more
demands "Today you will have Dave finger you in the office, at
one of your desks.  And I want a photo of course."

I like Dave actually, but he is going to think I am a slut soon
if he doesn't already I am sure.  Later in the morning I decide
its time to get it over with.  I go and sit down at Dave's desk
moving the spare chair around to his side.  He smiles and says
hi, I say hi back, then I say "Bring up that network scanner
software".  Dave dutifully loads it up.  I look at him without
smiling and say "I am going to tell you something about the
traffic we can see coming from this black device.  You are going
to find it hard to believe and a lot to take in in one go.  I
need to know that I can trust you not to do anything about what I
will tell you unless I ask you to." Dave's face turns serious and
he looks long and hard at me, then he nods.  I say "I also wont
be able to answer all your questions now and I'd like you to
please accept that."  He nods again.  "Right, ok, that traffic is
a video feed from a camera in the black device." Dave does look 
surprised.  I continue "Whats more is that the footage
from that camera has been used to blackmail me".  Now he looks
shocked.  "That's all I can say about it for now.  I have a plan
to stop the blackmailer, when I have executed it I will tell you
more about it.  There is one more thing I need from you.  I like
you Dave and I need you to know that I am not a slut."  As I
finish the sentence I quickly glance around the room to see if
anyone is walking around near us, then I take his hand, lifting
my skirt with my other hand I open my legs a little and place his
hand against my beaver which is squeezing out of the slit
pantries.  Dave looks at me with an expression on his face that I
can't read.  I gently rub the back of his hand up and down my
soft pussy lips.  He responds by extending his middle finger to
push in between the lips up against my clit. I let his hand go
and he continues to rub my pussy.  I edge forward on the chair
 causing my skirt to ride up and putting some light on my bare
pussy, then I pull Dave towards my lips to give him a kiss, as I
do I reach for my phone which I have already set on camera mode.
I kiss Dave and without him noticing I angle the phones camera
towards my pussy and press the photo button a couple times hoping
nothing is in the way of the shot.  Then I end the kiss, I look
at Dave and think, yes I do like him indeed, pity I have to be a
crazy secretive slut with him.  I push the chair back moving out
of Dave's hands range, my pussy was starting to get excited but
this is not the time or place.  I say "Thank you, I will explain"
and head back to my desk.

Back at my desk I check the pics, there are a couple usable ones
which clearly show the office furniture, I MMS one to Steve.
I vow not to read another message from Steve today but I don't
hear from him anyway.

It is the weekend and I plan to come to the office tomorrow when
I should have lots of time to go through the videos on the server
and find the evidence I need to stop Steve from having a hold
over me.  I just hope that it's there.

To be continued.




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