Blackmail

Latasha calmed herself by grading papers. Her computer dinged, and she saw a new email. It was from fellow professor and her chief rival if any tenured position came up, Wendy Buecher. Latasha opened it.

I need to see you ASAP!

Latash rolled her eyes. The two barely talked and acted coldly but professionally. "Whatever," said Latasha. She graded two more papers then went to see Professor Buecher.

When Latasha walked in, she saw Buecher was smiling as if she was holding in a laugh.

Latasha plopped in a chair opposite the desk. "Well, what?"

"Oh, only this:" said Buecher as she spun her computer screen around.

Latasha's jaw dropped as she saw what was looping on the screen:

"Clearly, you didn't see me or the fact I had my phone peeking around the corner," said Buecher.

"Um, what are you going to do with that?" asked Natasha.

Buecher turned her screen back around.

"How about this for starters. You wear a loose-fitting skirt and a blouse that only comes down to the top of your hips. We rig the skirt to fall during class when you have your back turned. You have two options: have an anal plug with a jeweled knob in or you are wearing a pair of adult baby fetish diapers."

"You have those?"

"No, but I'm a bit kinky and have been to the sex shop over on Lafayette Ave, and I know they do. What'll it be?"

"And after I do it, you'll do what?"

"I'll think of more things. Don't worry, if you're fired, I don't have anything over you, so it'll be small bouts of humiliation. So anal plug or diaper?"