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Subject: {ASSM} Jills New Job 14 <*> {Jill Saunders} (M+F blackmail)
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Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:10:01 -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 14 (of 14)

   I went to sleep straight after my bath and I wake up at 9am feeling
refreshed.  I get dressed and head straight to work.  I have my phone on
but I don't get any messages, even though I planned to ignore any I am
still relieved.  At my desk and my floor of the office is almost completely
deserted, I do spot one other sad worker in a corner.  I sit down and log
into my machine, then without pausing I log into the server, it all goes
smoothly.  Thank God they haven't changed the passwords.  I go straight for
the folder with the video files, they are all there, plus of course many
more from the additional days that have passed since I last logged in.  I
begin scanning them.  After about 30 mins I hit the jackpot - I find the
video I have been hoping for.  The date on the video is a Friday and the
time is late afternoon, most of the video shows Adrian and I sitting at my
desk working.  I have deleted all the videos of me seemingly encouraging
Adrian to look at my tits and me playing with my pussy under my desk with
Adrian watching and me having Adrian suck my tits.  This one seems like a
normal day without any of that going on, then after an hour or so I get up
and walk off leaving Adrian at my desk, he also gets up when I leave but
then appears to watch me go.  He sits down again in my chair and starts
working on my machine, it is only for about two minutes, all the time he
keeps glancing up in the direction he watched me leave.  Then he appears to
be finished with whatever it is, he looks at the screen once more, appears
to click on something and switches places back to the chair he was on
before.  Nothing more of interest happens and soon I walk back into view
and sit down again and we appear to carry on working.  The date stamp and
time on the video when Adrian was working on my machine covers the period
that the incriminating email to BCS was sent from my machine.  I have
evidence it wasn't me.

   I copy the video to my machine and then to a memory stick.  I decide to
leave that video on the server.  Sure that I have deleted all the videos
with my bits showing I log off.  They may have copies of course but I have
what I need to get away from Steve.  I must think about how I can use it to
make him suffer like he has made me.  I go home without hearing anything
from Steve.

   I am undecided about how to handle Steve, I want him to be punished but
is the law enough?  I could do what he threatened me with but it might not
work because of a technicality or lack of evidence.  The video after all
shows Adrian and not Steve, will they be able to make a solid link to
Steve. I don't really know what Adrian's involvement has been or the person
he addressed the email to at BCS.  I draft an email, I use the subject
"Illegal Disclosure", I start "To whom it may concern" and go on to state
that Steve has been blackmailing me with the email to BCS which I
supposedly sent but which I have video evidence showing that I did not
send. Implicating Steve in the process even if he didn't press the send
button.  I send my draft to Steve's email address thinking hang the
consequences for him if someone in IT picks up the email.  Within minutes
my phone rings, I pick it up, it's Steve.  He says "Hello" his voice is
shaky.  I say "We will see, meet me in the lobby, by the front desk at home
time" and hang up.  I work a little late just to make Steve sweat.  When I
get down to the lobby its gone 30 minutes after the end of the work day,
Steve is there.  I tell him to walk with me and head out the lobby into the
street, he follow me.  I head towards the station, Steve starts to talk but
before he gets very far I say "Shut up Steve" and he does.  After walking a
minute in silence I say "I don't know what to do about the very bad way you
have treated me - be quiet!".  I add the end bit just for good measure. 
"For now I am going to bide my time and consider my options, in the mean
time I have some errands I need run and I just don't have the time.  Would
you mind helping out?" I carry on before he replies, "Drop by my building
tomorrow morning before work, I will leave a bunch of clothes with the
night watchman, I need them dry cleaned." We are at the station now and I
go in without further comment leaving Steve at the entrance.  On the way
home I ponder what I should do with Steve, I have decided to use him to run
errands for me and see what develops.  If I see that there is enough
evidence to take him down for sure I will hand him over to the companies
legal department.  In the interim I will let him ponder his uncertain
state, possibly he will even lead me to the evidence I need in the mean
time I'll keep him busy helping me out.  I decide not to approach Adrian
and rather see what develops on his side, Steve will surely tell him what I
found and have threatened to do.

   I get up in the morning feeling refreshed, no longer burdened by what
Steve may demand from me.  Out of the window I see Steve arrive and fetch
my clothes, good boy I think.  I must punish him much better I know, but I
have time and leaving him in limbo while I decide what to do will hopefully
be very good punishment on its own.  At work I see Adrian, he avoids
looking my way but doesn't seem too concerned otherwise.  Dave has been
very good about my strange behaviour and I have developed a soft spot for
him in amongst my now hard interior.  He has acted normal around me in
spite of the decidedly odd things I have asked him to do recently, he
hasn't demanded to know what I am doing in a typical boorish arrogant male
way.  I decide that I will suggest we go for drinks and try to get to know
him a little better.  Later in the day Dave asks me about the black device,
I decide to allow chance an opportunity to serve Steve his just deserts.  I
tell Dave to follow up the problems he is having with the manufacturer, and
I tell him that he is welcome to mention the data feed we found.  He looks
at me for a moment with a very serious expression on his face, I look back
at him and then smile warmly and mouth the words "thank you".  He looks a
little embarrassed but smiles back at me.  Later I hear him on the phone to
the manufacturer, it seems that they are saying they will immediately send
a replacement and can he please send the one he has back.  After the call
he comes over to my desk and says in a low voice "They want me to send them
back this thing?" I say "That's fine, I have what I need, thanks", I reach
out and give his hand a quick squeeze.  If only he knew how I had been
used, he probably wouldn't want me touching him.

   On Wednesday morning I get to the office to find I have a new meeting in
my diary for 10am.  It is with someone called Ben from the security
department, "Ooops" I think "here we go." Someone has found the videos or
the emails and it is all going to hit the fan.  My hand will be forced and
Steve will get fired at the very least, hopefully he will be sent to jail
but I don't know what evidence there may be.  I have mixed feelings as I
head for the scheduled meeting room.  In a way I am glad that I will not
have to sit on the evidence I have and will have a conclusion to the Steve
episode, one which will surely see him being punished in some way.  But in
another way I am worried about how much will come out about what I have
done under Steve's blackmail.  By the time I reach the meeting room though,
having thought back over all I have been put through, I have decided that
Steve and Adrian must pay even if it causes me great embarrassment.  I
shouldn't face any legal problems or lose my job as I most certainly would
have if Peter, who ultimately got me into this position, had not been
appeased.

   I open the door, head held high, nipples standing proud with the bars
through them which I have quite come to enjoy, and go in.

   The End (for now)


   

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