Her Boss, Her Blackmailer ()

{if Meek = false}Ultimately, the worries you’d expressed to Kaori hadn’t been paranoia.{endif}{if Meek = true}Ultimately, you should have tried to do something.{endif} He had no intention to stop at unwanted flirting. Two weeks earlier, your wife told you about a more direct incident of sexual harassment. This time in the form of unwanted touching. She’d told him no, but he was very slow to stop.{if Meek = false} Again, you’d tried to pressure her into letting you intercede. This time, she almost relented. However, she balked at the last minute.{endif}

This had proved to him that she’d never fuck him of her own volition. She hoped that this would be the end of it, even if it meant for a harsher workplace. What neither of you expected was how far he’d go to get past her “no”.

The day before the call, he’d called her into his office and placed a folder on his desk. Inside was every scrap of **** material he had collected. He made your wife read through it all. The entire time, he leaned back in his chair with a vile smirk on his face. He meant to make her his office fucktoy, whether she consented or not.

Karoi told you that the mere thought of it made her want to avoid the place entirely. She’d always been nervous about going to work, back when it was full of regular coworkers. Now, every time she walked through the door, she was knowingly entering the wolf’s den.

Your wife paused to consider the consequences of what you’d both just accepted. She knew that her reputation, at work, was going to be brutally impacted. Could she really trust her boss, presently the least trustworthy person alive, to be subtle about their liaisons? If he didn’t want to hide what was going on between them, there was no way that she could. Everyone was going to be entirely convinced that the two of them were having an affair.

And while they would be mostly wrong about that…they wouldn’t be entirely wrong.

“Mph…you know, maybe I should just quit. I liked working there. If I stay, though, everyone will look at me like I’m some sort of…er…some sort of slut. That I’m, uh, doing stuff with him for a raise. I was already worried they thought that. Back when it all wasn’t so bad…”

She shook her head rapidly, disabusing herself of the notion.

“No. I’m so dumb. He wouldn’t even let me quit anymore, would he…? I just have to do this. Only a few months and then back to normal…”