Blackmail

The message on the recorder was from Kevin. He told me that he needed me to come to his office right away, that it was urgent. I didn't waste time, but went straight there. He let me in and asked me to close and lock the door.

"There's something I want you to see," he said. Then he pulled up Media Player on his desktop PC and opened an MPG file from the hard disk. My mouth dropped open when the video began. It was obviously from his freakin vidcam, but what took my breath away was the realization that it was me in the video. Damn, I should've looked around that latrine stall for that stupid camera. He'd been filming us the whole time. Oh, he was in the video too, but only from the waist down ... there was no way anyone could tell that was Kev's torso, but that was definitely me on my knees sucking his cock.

I couldn't take my eyes away as I watched myself on that video. There was no audio, I was grateful, so no one could hear what Kev said to me when he was squeezing the last drops of jiss out of his cock at the end and wiping it on my face. I blushed beet red in angered shame and tears came to my eyes.

"Kevin," I sputtered, "why the fuck did you do that?"

"Oh, you should know why," he said, smugly, "blackmail ... I already have the goods on half the women in this place, now I have you too."

"Delete it right now, Kev!" I warned him furiously.

"Sure!" he said, and right-clicked the file and selected "delete" from the drop-down menu, "there ... it's gone. But you don't think I'm so stupid that I don't have another copy, do you ... or maybe several copies?"

My legs weakened when I realized the seriousness of the situation. I could barely breathe for several seconds, but finally pulled myself together enough to say, "Ok ... what is it you want from me?"

"We're friends, I would never use this against you ... it's insurance. It's to make sure we always understand one another. Don't worry. As long as you don't fuck with me, and pretty much do whatever I want" (he smiled when he said that) "you don't have to worry about anyone else ever seeing it. On the other hand, if you pull some shit like (and he named a guy who'd resigned suddenly a couple of weeks previously) I might have to e-mail copies of this to several people ..."

"Don't worry," I said, "I won't do anything."

"Ok ... uh, but what about the other?"

"What other?"

"The part about doing whatever I want you to? What about that? Do we understand each other?"

"That depends," I said, "I'm not gonna kill anybody or anything."

"Nothing like that!" laughed Kev, "I just mean can I count on you to help me out when I need it?"

"Yeah," I said, "what choice do I have?"

"None, really" Kevin replied. Then he added, "There is one thing you could do for me right now..."

"Ok ... what is it?" Pivoting his swivel chair to face me, Kev reached to the crotch of his jeans, and unzipped them very slowly. "Why don't you get down and kiss my dick?" he said.

I stood there, electrified, unable to move at first, breathing rapidly and wondering what the hell I should do. But what could I do? Would Kevin really send that MPG to people? I knew Kevin ... and I knew that he wouldn't hesitate. Yes, I knew Kev. One of the things I liked about him was that he didn't kiss anyone's ass ... his loyalty was to himself first ... and I knew he wouldn't hesitate to use this video to his advantage.

Totally humiliated by that time, I knelt on the floor of the office in front of him and shuffled toward him. He spread his thighs and told me to take his dick out. I did exactly as he instructed, pulling out his semi-erect cock and leaning forward to lick it.

"Get used to this" he said, "I'm gonna need this at least once a day, here in this office ... and when I call you, I want you to come right away, alright? I don't have a lot of time to fuck around ... you need to be ready when I am, ok?"

I nodded to show I understood, my mouth was too stuffed with cock to reply vocally.

"Oh," he added, "there might be times that I need you to service a client, ok? Just don't be surprised if you have to do two or three of us at a time." Again, I nodded.

"That's enough for now," he said quickly, "I just wanted to make sure we had an understanding ... I don't have time to finish this today." He laughed and joked, "Alright, you're hired ... you start tomorrow. I'll call you."

As I stood up, Kev put himself away and then turned back to his work. I stood there for several seconds until I realized, in great shame, that I was waiting to be dismissed ... as though I needed his permission to leave. Then I turned around, unlocked the door, and left ... hoping no one would see me come out. I knew my face was flushed red with embarrassment and I had tears in my eyes. I'd walked halfway back to my office before I realized that anyone who looked could probably see that I also had a hardon in my pants.

THE END

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