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Subject: {ASSM} Jills New Job 05 <*> {Jill Saunders} (M+F blackmail) 
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Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 10:10:06 -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:
   /files/Authors/Jill/

Introduction:  This is a part of a completed story.  It gets a
lot heavier still which may not be to everyones tastes.


Jill's story - Part 5


He slides a photo out from under his forms and turns it around
putting it in front of me.  The tables are very close to each
other in this place as in most busy popular coffee shops, the
people next to us are no more than two feet away.  I quickly grab
the photo and curve it away from our neighbours towards the
window.  I stare in horror at it.

It is a very clear shot with me as the primary subject.

I am sitting at my desk looking at someone standing close on my
right, their head is cut off by the top of the photo.  The photo
is straight on with me in the centre vertically and horizontally,
it looks like two different pictures pasted together with a glass
desk separating them.  The most distinct object in the bottom
half are thick pussy lips being held open by a hand which has its
middle finger extended down the slit.  The finger is slightly out
of focus or smudged.  Maybe it is moving too fast for the shutter
speed.  The top half, above the glass desk, shows my top half in
a smart looking blouse which appears almost normal except maybe
it's slightly loose.

Steve is tapping the table in front of me, I look down and
immediately grab another photo he has put there.  In terms of the
setting, the scene is very similar to the previous one, two
people and a glass desk.  The pose and wardrobe are different,
with the distinctive split between top and bottom being
maintained by the bisecting desk.  Here the bottom half shows a
decent pair of legs in suit pants, crossed in a feminine lady
like fashion. The top has a similar elegance of pose, sitting up
straight shoulders back etc.

Except it looks like the subject, me again, has been caught in
the process of taking off their jacket.  It's off the shoulders
and half way down my upper arm.  From there the picture turns a
little more erotic, there is again a man standing next to me but
he now has his arm stretched out and across my chest ending in
his hand, of course, which is cupping my left breast.  My right
hand appears to be holding his hand to my breast.  Again I am
looking up towards the man in the photo.

After taking this all in, in about 10 seconds, I quickly look
down at the table to check if any further pictures have
materialised there as if by magic.  None have.  I hold the two I
have with the picture side to my chest and look at Steve
reproachfully.  Once he sees he has my attention he pulls out
another piece of paper and puts it in front of me, it's not a
photo thank goodness.

It looks like a printed email, which it is.  It's from me and is
addressed to someone I don't know, but I recognise the domain
part of the address, its BCS.  It says, "Hi, I have attached the
roadmap for the project I told you about the other day. HTH".  I
can see the attachment has the name of one of the projects I am
working on in my new job.  Below the email is a photocopied
newspaper article, its headed "City firm espionage leaves white
collar staff doing hard time".  I skim read it, it's about my
current company and an employee that was prosecuted for giving
away company confidential documents and sent to jail for two
years as a result.  I go cold, going from being acutely
embarrassed to feelings of deep suspicion with no middle ground
has left me very confused about what's going on.

Steve is just sitting looking at me, a slight smile on his face.
Not a happy smile, a cruel one.  He makes as if he is closing the
file and clumsily pushes it off the table onto the floor, I see
several photos fly out onto the floor.  I practically jump off my
chair onto the floor and grab all the pieces of paper I can,
frantically throwing my head from side to side to see if I missed
any.  People near by look down at me in surprise.  When I am sure
I haven't missed anything I stand up and sheepishly look at the
people still looking at me and smile feigning innocence.  They
soon carry on with their own business.  Steve stands up and says
shall we go somewhere a little less exposed.  I nod my head.  He
says "follow me", it sounds very much like a command.

We walk out the coffee shop and around the lobby towards the
back.  There are 5 phone booths here, they're a relic from before
the day of the mobile, in the past they were probably used by
clients to make important calls.  Steve indicates one and goes
in.  I follow him, the door closes behind me.  The booth is only
meant for one person, there is a desk which is the width of the
booth and takes up a little under half the space.  It has a
standard IP phone sitting on it as well as network and telephone
sockets. A comfortable looking fake-leather office chair with
wheels and arm rests takes up most of the rest of the room with
little space to manoeuvre in.  Steve sits on the edge of the desk
and indicates the chair for me.

We're far too close for comfort in here.  I don't want to sit
down, I glare at Steve and I think where to start, I say "I never
sent any such email" and pause, he looks at me but says nothing.
I continue "I don't know where you got that from or what you are
playing at" I stop short of threatening to call security for the
moment, "but either you tell me what this is all about or I call
security", in the end I do threaten calling security not knowing
what else to say.

Steve continues looking at me and then says, "sit down", he says
it as if it is a command, I don't like his tone at all but I do
sit down casually as if that's what I wanted to do anyway.  Steve
is looking at me, it looks like he is weighing up what to say
next.  He starts "I am security, that's how I got the email.  We
monitor all new employee's email accounts for the first six
months.  Yours has been most interesting."

I reply, "Then you know someone has been blackmailing me". Steve
just looks at me, he holds out his hand, I'm still holding the
folder, I hesitate but then hand it to him.

He opens it up, sorts through the mess of papers that I threw
back in after picking them off the floor and finds the one with
Adrian using his hand as a human bra. He holds it out to me, he
says "Looks like something I'd like to do myself."

"Fuck you" I say.

He cocks his eyebrow at me and says "Do you watch TV?  Have you
ever seen the series Oz?". I have, it's about a prison, it seems
very real to me, all too real.

I say what I have been thinking now since I first saw them,
"where did you get those pictures?".

He looks at me and says "I am not a patient man, but I realise
that your position may take a while to adjust to.  You don't have
a while.  Adjust now.  I am taking some risk here in not
immediately bringing you to the attention of the head of
security. While I hope that it is the right decision for me and
will have its rewards which out way the risks, I could just as
easily not take any risk at all."  It seems clear what he wants
but it's just too clinical. What does he expect me to do, get my
tits out right here in the booth with only a thin sand blasted
glass partition between us and the lobby.  Steve is also a total
stranger, I had actually got a little used to Adrian over the
past weeks but Steve I have never met in my life.

Steve gets up, sighs and opens the door, I say "where are you
going?", unconsciously putting my hand on his arm to stop him. 
He looks down at my hand, I remove it, then he looks pointedly at
my chest, from tit to tit through the blouse, then back to my
face, he shrugs and starts to move out the door again.  I quickly
say "close the door", he looks sideways at me, smiles his cruel
smile, steps back into the booth and closes the door.

Reseating himself on the desk he folds his arms and looks at me.
I lift my hands to the bottom of my blouse, today I am wearing a
fitting white blouse which has many small hooks instead of
buttons holding it closed, I find the first hook.  Pulling the
two sides together I release the hook and move up to the next. 
Still looking at Steve who is now watching my hands, I undo the
next hook and so I make my way up.  By the time I have reached
the bottom of my tits my bare stomach is in view.  I hesitate
briefly but then carry on, my bra covered tits pop out before I
reach the top.  When my blouse is completely open I reach up and
under the back for my bra clip and snap it open, the bra springs
forward releasing the pressure keeping my tits in check, the cups
go loose around my tits.  I leave my bra hanging down over my
tits and sit back in the chair.

Steve says "Don't waste my time".  I sit forward and slip my
blouse down over my shoulders and off, then my bra straps and my
bra falls away.  My tits are free in the office air once again. 
Steve gives a low whistle and stares at them, "They really are
very nice indeed".

"Thank you" I say before I can catch myself.  My nipples harden
with the cool air exposure.

Leaning back against the partition at the back of the desk, Steve
says "It looks like you have got me a little excited".  I can see
he seems to have an erection pushing up the front of his pants. 
Oh god I think, what does he want now, but I know what he wants.
He says "I think you should sort the problem you have created
out.  Or you can spend the next two years with a wardens stick
every day and night".

I don't look at him, he has opened his legs wide, I ease the
chair forward in between them until it is against the desk.  Then
I reach forward for his belt and undo it, I am feeling very angry
but don't know what else to do, I haven't had any time to think.
I undo his pants button and unzip the fly.  His underpants push
up through the gap, I peel them back exposing his hard penis
which rises up even more without the underpants holding it down.
I must think about this clinically I tell myself, it is just an
organ and me, I can deal with it.  I take hold of it in my right
hand, folding the fingers around the shaft.  It feels warm and
soft, that's what it is I tell myself a warm and soft human
organ.  I run my hand up to the tip and then down to the base and
up to the tip and down to the base again.  I curry on doing this
almost mesmerising myself with the concentration I am exerting to
treat this act as simply me and a human organ with needs.  My
 hand is creating a little too much friction, I lean forward
sliding my tits over the desk and take the head in my mouth, I
slide my lips down the shaft to my hand which is gripping the
base, then I slid my lips and hand together up the shaft until my
hand wraps over the top of the head.  Twisting my hand back and
forth around the head and then the shaft as I slide it back down
again with my lips and warm moist mouth following closely also
twisting as they do.  I know previous organs I have dealt with in
this way have really enjoyed it.  I carry on sliding up and down
the shaft all the time twisting my hand and mouth around it as I
go.

It seems like only the tenth stroke of his penis when Steve grabs
my hair and yanks my mouth off, hoarsely he says "keep your hand
going".  I start pumping with my hand again, he says "bring those
tits up here".  Using my left arm under my tits I lift and push
them forward between Steve's legs.  He reaches down with both his
hands and takes a nipple between each hands fingers and squeezes,
then he pulls them towards him distending the nipple and tits. I
clench my teeth but don't make any sound. "Keep going" he says,
then "I am going to come, make sure it's on your tits".  I pull
his penis forward until it is bent slightly over my tits and keep
pumping. He explodes with cum shooting straight up and falling
onto my tits, some of it hits me on the chin and drips down.  I
keep pumping and he cums some more until he lets go of my left
nipple and grabs my hand stopping it from pumping.  Some cum
oozes out of the tip and runs down the side of his shaft, 
Steve's head is resting back against the partition
and his eyes are closed.  He is still firmly gripping my left
nipple and holding my hand still at the base of his shaft.  He
lets go of the nipple but holds the hand, still with his eyes
closed he says "clean it up.. gently!".

Looking down at my hand wrapped around his shaft and the come
still oozing out I almost retch. The spell of the organ and me is
broken, it's now Steve and his penis and I don't like it.  He
reaches with his left hand and grabs my head and pulls it
forward, I open my mouth and let his penis slide in, once again
it is just a penis, cum and me.  I take his softening shaft in my
mouth right down to my hand, then closing my lips around the
shaft I slide my mouth up the shaft keeping all the cum in my
mouth.  I swallow, his hand releases mine holding the base of his
penis and I pump it slowly up his shaft bringing the cum still
inside to the tip.  As I see it forming I put just my lips around
the head and lick and suck it off.  My hand is also covered with
cum.

I sit back and look at the cum on my tits which is starting to
run down and around the globes.  I don't have my bag or any
tissues with me so I rub the come into my skin to make it dry and
stop it from dripping onto my clothes.  When I think it is dry
enough I grab my bra off the floor where it has fallen and put it
back on over my sticky tits, then I put my blouse on.  In the
mean time Steve has examined his red spent penis and put it back
into his pants, he is now sitting back looking at me and seems
quite pleased with himself.  I stand up and look down to check I
look vaguely decent then I open the door and walk out without
looking back at Steve.  If he says anything I don't hear it.  It
is 12:00 noon now and I head back up to my office, I am hoping
that most people are out to lunch.  When I get up to the office
it is quiet and I grab my bag and jacket and head straight out
again.  I decide to go home and call in to say I have fallen ill.

To be continued.

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