Don't do it

"Fuck no," you say. You have your pride. You aren't going to debase yourself to the level of this little prick for a job you don't really like in the first place. "Go fuck yourself, Junior. I'm not anyone's bitch." As soon as the words are out of your mouth, it begins to settle in that you're probably going to be out of a job soon. Jesus Christ, what convinced you that masturbating at work was a good idea?

The smile on Junior's face disappears almost instantly. "Fine," he says petulantly. "Fuck you, too. I was giving you an easy way out of losing your job, but if you're going to be a bitch about it, I'll take it upstairs to Gemma right now and see how she feels about it."

He spins on his heel and begins storming away and up the stairs. No way in hell will Gemma forgive you if she sees those photos-- you're already basically out of a job. For a second, you consider calling out to Junior, but you rethink it quickly. If he's going to ask you to suck him off, what can you really do to change his mind?