When I come to work the next day, my make-up is fresh and my eyes are clear. As if nothing ever happened. I’m good at hiding my hangover. You watch me acting all prude and uptight as if I haven’t fucked you right on the floor of the open space a few hours ago only. I ignore you, acting as if you don’t exist and I keep my eyes on my computer screen, a steaming cup of coffee with me.
I go to the restroom and you follow me. You pull me into a cleaning closet, your hand squeezing my arm and I wince in pain.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I ask you, my eyes throwing daggers at you.
I try to wiggle free from you but you only squeeze harder.
“Stop your holier-than-you act,” you say, your voice deep and slightly threatening.
“If you don’t let me go, I’ll report you to HR”
You laugh and I swear I want to hit you right in the face. My eyes are dark and I’m gritting my teeth, holding back a swear word. I’m about to hit you when you pull out your phone and hold it to my face, a video playing on the screen.
“I wonder what HR will have to say about that.”
I freeze as I watch the video, the surveillance footage of the open space, me riding your cock, my face clearly exposed to the electronic eye. Your face is hidden from the camera, but my tits and my face are crystal clear, the pleasure on my face is obscene.
“How did you-” I whisper.
I look up, slowly registering what I’m seeing means. You have a wicked smile on your lips, enjoying every second of my despair.
“Maybe HR wants to see this video.”
“No! Please!” I cry out. “No one can know about this.”
I can see lust filling your eyes as you put your phone down. My heart is beating fast in my chest, pumping blood that colored my cheeks red. My breath is shaking and I feel like I’m going to faint any second.
“But you look so good there, such a unique side of you.” you continue, ignoring my horrified expression.
You are enjoying every second of this, my fear and anguish are a delight for you. You know you have all the power now, you’re the one in control. I’m shaking my head, trying to wake up from this nightmare but as I look at you, I know that I’ve never been more awake.
“Please, delete this video, please, I’m begging you.”
“Now why should I do that? You’re stunning there.”
Your praise is so humiliating, your feign ignorance is torture for me. My eyes are watery as I’m pressing my hands together, pleading you to delete the video.
“I’ll consider deleting the video, but you’ll have to do something for me first.”
You’re saying this as if you’re doing me a favor, as if it’s an inconvenience to you as if you’re not having the time of your life watching me beg. Your cock is hard in your pants, I can see the bulge. If wanking you is what I need to do to save my reputation, so be it. I hear the tone of your voice, I hear the sexual innuendo. My legs are shaking ready to give up as I open my mouth. I’m ready to get on my knees, my hands going to the buttons of your pants when you stop me.
“Easy, slut! What do you think you’re doing?”
You laugh, seeing my dismay and your cock is throbbing hard as I stutter:
“Please, don’t, I’ll do it, I’ll do anything. No one can know about what happened.”
“You think a small blowjob is going to satisfy me? You gave me so much last night, a blowjob is meaningless. Nah, you’ll need to do more to convince me to delete that.”
Your tone is full of mockery, insulting, it’s as if you spit on my face. I’m on my knees in a cleaning closet, your hand on my head, petting me. Tears are rolling down my face as I look up to you, begging you once again.
“What do you want? Please, I’ll do anything. Delete this video please.”
You type something on your phone and my heart is about to explode. My hands are on your inner thigh, caressing your bulge through your pants as I’m pleading with you to not share the video. I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket and my hands are shaking as I pull it out.
“Come to my house this weekend, and I’ll consider slut.”
I look at my phone, I got a text from you with an address. Your hand stops petting me and you open the door, walking out of the closet, leaving me alone on my knees.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t2s4xn/the_drunk_intern_p2_blackmail