Katelyn agrees to soil the panties

Katelyn extends a hand, “Okay, but you better say something extraordinary about me to Mr. Gurlach. And pay me my $100 on Monday.”

You hand her the balled up panties, “Of course, you’re doing me a huge favor, so I’ll do the same for you.”

Surprisingly, she hikes up her skirt and quickly pushes down her panties in front of you. She steps into the satin panties and pulls them up. She moves too quick for you to catch a glimpse of anything, but you’re shocked by her boldness.

She smirks at you, “They’re sort of big on me. I hope they don’t fall down while I’m walking.”

“That would be embarrassing. Meet me back here at 1 p.m.?”

She just nods her head and walks back into the building letting the door slam behind her.

The next few hours pass slowly. There’s some guilt regarding what you’ve asked Katelyn to do, but at the same time, you feel a twinge of exhilaration at being able to **** someone yourself. You can sort of see what your blackmailer might be getting out of doing this to you.

1 p.m. finally comes and you head out back. Katelyn’s already there waiting for you.

“I think you’ll be pleased,” she says with a grin. You notice her cheeks are rosier than usual.

She hikes up her skirt and pushes down the panties slower this time. Almost slow enough that you catch a glimpse, but not quite.

She holds the panties out to you, “I spent the last 15 minutes in my car making sure they were well used.”

You grab them from her. They’re drenched in the crotch and they smell very potently of pussy.

One minute she’s acting shy and resistant, the next she’s getting off in her car, you have no idea what to make of this girl. Shoving the wet panties into your pocket all you can muster is, “Thank you.”

“Don’t forget you promised to say something positive about me to Mr. Gurlach and you owe me $100,” she says and before you can give her a reassurance she’s back through the door and into the building.

You give her a couple of minutes before you follow. Locking the door to your office you once again remove your pants. Unballing the moist panties, you can’t help yourself and take a good sniff of the intern's juices. She smells sweet and sour at the same time. There’s possibly a hint of lavender.

The scent is intoxicating and your curiosity is overwhelming, so you put the panties in your mouth and suck a little. You close your eyes tasting the intern's pussy and imagine she’s spread before you and you're licking her through the material.

Shaking yourself back to reality you get back to the task at hand and pull the panties back on. The material's wet and cold against your hard cock. Once your pants are on you send an IM to your blackmailer.

You: I convinced the intern to wear the panties. I’m wearing them now.

John’s Fate: I’m definitely impressed. How’d you get her to go along with it?

You: I had to threaten that I’d report she wasn’t spending her time working.

John’s Fate: Tsk, tsk. Abusing your power to get a young girl to give you dirty panties, that’s not a very moral thing to do, John. Alas, we already know you lack a moral compass. It’s how you got into this mess. Anyway, I will destroy two pieces of evidence as promised. Say “thank you.”

You: Thank you.

John’s Fate: Before we get to your next task I want to know if you enjoyed taking advantage of that poor girl?

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