It Doesn't Matter Anymore

"I hope you don't mind me taking you away from the office, Chuck. It's just that there are certain activities we can't engage in there that we can in a more private environment. If that's okay with you?"

She's talking about fucking isn't she? You don't want to feel presumptious but that seems to be the activity almost every other woman in Greenvale wants to engage in with you. So, since you've had a particular soft spot for Connie ever since she first stepped into your office, you are very excited about what she seems to be proposing . You just need to do your best to play it cool.

"Sure that's okay with me"

You wonder if Connie has a green book of her own back at her place like Mary Lou and Suzy do. You sure would love to go through every page of that with her.

Your personal assistant leads you on a short walk to her modest sized home which, as you might have expected, is neat, well ordered and spotlessly clean. She kicks off her shoes, unfastens the top button on her blouse and sits down on the couch in a more casual posture than you are used to seeing from her. She also seems very happy that the two of you are finally alone somewhere more cosy than the office.

She pats the seat next to her invitingly.

"Why don't you come and join me, Chuck. I think we'll be more productive if we're both comfortable and in close proximity."

There's something about the way Connie remains so prim, proper and professional even when she slides into seductress mode that really pushes your buttons. And you're pretty sure by now that she does want to fuck you. Someone as deliberate and considered with her words and actions as Connie is unlikely to be sending out those signals by accident. Under any normal circumstances such a situation would be heavenly, but you can't help but worry that you may have inadvertently turned your reserved and slightly conservative colleague into a nude centerfold girl for a national magazine. It is surprisingly difficult to feel guilty and horny at the same time.

You are initially confident you can lay your conscience to one side long enough for sex before breaking the bad news to Connie. But when you take a seat on the couch next to her and she cuddles up to you it becomes overwhelmingly apparent that she deserves better than that. You're going to have to fess up first and hope that by some miracle she still wants to sleep with you after you reveal that you're an incompetent fool who may have ruined her life and reputation.

"Um, Connie..." you stop her as she leans into kiss you.

"Oh dear, did I read your intentions incorrectly?" she pulls back looking rather embarrassed "I'm so sorry Chuck, you must think I'm so unprofessional and.....goodness knows what else"

"No, Connie. You read my intentions completely correctly" you reassure her "But there's something I need to tell you first."

"Well of course! You can tell me anything. We should never have any secrets from each other, my dear ride or die!"

Connie takes your hand in hers and gazes deeply into your eyes as she waits to hear what you have to say, which only makes it harder to deliver such horrible news.

"I don't want you to flip out and worry about this because I'm sure I can fix it. But the wrong photos got sent to the gentleman's journal."

"What do you mean, the wrong photos?" she asks with concern.

"I mean the photos that got sent to the publishers were the ones I took of you at the office at the weekend."

"WHAT?!" Connie stands up and exclaims in furious disbelief "Darn it! This is all John's fault! That man is such a buffoon!"

"Come on Connie, it wasn't only his fault"

"You're right as usual, Chuck" she sighs resignedly as she sits back down next to you "I have to share the responsibility here. I should have double checked the right photos were being sent before I posted them."

What?! No, that wasn't what you meant!

"No, it's not your fault at all Connie. It's not even really John's. It's mine!"

She shakes her head firmly at you and takes your hand in hers again.

"No Chuck, I truly appreciate the noble and selfless thing you're trying to do here but it would be absurd for anyone to blame you for this. It's clearly an administrative error and you're the creative talent. You're probably right that I was being too harsh on John, though. The more I think about it the more I've done this entirely to myself."

Thats insane! You feel sure you could randomly murder a Greenvale resident in the street and they would apologise for staining your clothing with their blood. Connie blaming herself for this feels worse than if she was mad at you. But rather than arguing over who was responsible for the mess you definitely caused you want to assure her it can be cleaned up.

"I'm sure I can fix this, Connie. I'll ask John to call the publishers and tell them not to use the photos of you and send them the ones of Marie instead. It should be fine."

Connie looked confused for a moment.

"Wait, so John didn't send the photos of Marie already?"

"No, only yours went. He's holding hers back for the next edition."

"So when the people he was talking to on the phone were being so enthusiastic about the girl in the pictures they'd received...."

"They were talking about you, Connie"

"Oh.." she pauses for a moment and the faintest of smiles plays on her lips "I suppose that's rather flattering."

"Of course, they went crazy for your pictures. The camera loves you and just about every shot came out amazing. But that's not the point. This was never what you wanted. I'll make sure those photos never see the light of day."

"No, no..." she puts her hand firmly on your arm "Then you might lose the bonus I heard John talking about, and maybe even your promotion.."

"A promotion? Already?" you ask in astonishment.

"Yes, but you didn't hear that from me. John's very excited about surprising you with it. I think he wants to do an announcement in front of the whole office when you're there so please do me a favour and act like you didn't see it coming. He came up with the idea a couple of days ago."

So John decided to promote you while you were bunking off work and screwing his wife. You should probably feel very bad about that but something tells you he wouldn't even mind.

"I can live without a bonus and a promotion, Connie. I can't live with you having those kind of candid photos out in the public domain againts your wishes."

"But it isn't against my wishes!" she suddenly blurts out with none of her usual considered demeanor.

"It isn't?" you ask in amazement.

"Not if I'm good at it. This could be a golden opportunity for me that so many other girls would dream about. Who am I to turn it down out of pure prudishness? And who wouldn't want to be remembered as the first model photographed by the great Chuck David, a true creative visionary and auter within hid field?"

Does she not remember choreographing the entire session herself while you pointed the camera at her and tried not to make your hard on too obvious?

"Well, if you're absolutely sure..."

"I've never been so sure of anything! Chuck, don't you see what you've done here? By sending in those photos to the magazine you've found a way to bring me out of my shell, give me confidence and open up a whole new world of exciting possibilities for me.." she corrects herself as she puts her arms around your neck and gazes dreamily into your eyes "..for us to explore together. Admit it Chuck, you sent those photos in deliberately didn't you?"

So now she wants to give you credit for the exact same thing she just furiously blamed herself and John for. What should you say? Maybe it's best to just tell her what she so obviously wants to hear.

"Was it that obvious?"

"Maybe it wouldn't be to most people" she smiles slyly at you as she tenderly caresses your cheek "But I think I'm getting to know and understand Chuck David pretty well. And the more I see the more I find myself falling for him. Say, why don't we have another photoshoot right now? An unofficial one."

"But I don't have my camera with me"

"Then use your imagination. I feel like this shoot could get a lot steamier than the one we did at the office. But these pictures really will be for your eyes only."

Connie gives you the sexiest of winks and begins to slowly undress as you mime holding a camera and make clicking noises while you aim it in her direction. Your only regret at the last shoot was that you didn't get to fuck her afterwards. You doubt that will be an issue this time.