Outsmart her (directly)

A woman's underwear reveals a lot of her true personality. Hers are more fitting for a kinky little brat than the prudish snob she pretends to be.

"It doesn't matter if you pull that video down. It won't change the fact that you're a bad girl." I state.

She blushes but still stands firm. "You think I'm bluffing? Enough is enough. I'm filing a harassment report. Say goodbye to your job."

I really hate this fake attitude of hers. Why can't she just lose herself and give in? Then again, I am having an effect on her. Maybe if I keep pressing her, I can make it through.

Looking to the beige walls of her office, I say "Are you sure you want to do that? I wonder what the company would think of you filming that video in your office. I mean the same color."

"You can't prove that."

"You sure about-"

Her hand then crashes into my face, the surprise of which sends me crashing to the ground, right next to her peep-toe heels.

"I warned you, but you didn't listen. Once I've dealt with that video I will deal with you." She growls.

I need to do something right now or I will get fired.

As she steps to my side, I grab her by her ankles with all that I have. She falls on her chest and I take advantage of her compromising position, putting her into a Boston crab hold. There, I throw her heels off with haste, exposing her nylon covered feet.

"What are you doing?" Jenny gasps.