Confronting Marty

The next morning, Brandi gathered her courage and made her way to Marty's office. The gym was quiet, and the air was heavy with the lingering scent of chlorine. She knocked on the door, her heart pounding.

"Come in," Marty called out, his voice gruff. Brandi stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the messy, disorganized space. Papers and files were strewn across the desk, and empty coffee cups and food wrappers littered the floor. The only thing that stood out was the large, framed photo of Marty with a Michael Phelps, which hung on the wall behind his desk.

Marty turned to face her, a smirk on his face. "Brandi, what the fuck do you want." He rubbed his eyes blearily and sipped from a styrofoam cup of bitter coffee. "Doesn't your shift start in a few minutes?"

Brandi's voice trembled as she spoke. "Marty, I need to talk to you about something. It's important."

Marty raised an eyebrow. "Well, spit it out, then. I'm a busy man."

"It's about the video," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The one you posted online." She tried to sound tough, but it was hard to do that with someone whose dick has been in your mouth recently.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked. Marty's eyes widened in feigned surprise when Brandi pulled out her phone and showed him the video. "What the hell is this? I've never seen this before in my life," he said, his voice laced with indignation.

Brandi couldn't help but notice the slight smirk that played at the corners of his mouth. "It's you, Marty. You spanked me. Don't pretend you don't know what's going on."

Marty shook his head, his expression growing more serious. "I swear to you, Brandi, I have no idea how that video got out there. I'm as much a victim in this as you are. It's a disgrace, and I'm just as appalled as you are."

Brandi couldn't believe he was trying to gaslight her. "You're the one who posted it, Marty. Don't you dare try to make me think I'm crazy."

Marty's smirk grew, and he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Well, if you're so sure, then why don't you show it to the authorities? Let them sort this whole mess out. I, for one, would be more than happy to cooperate."

Brandi clenched her fists, her anger and humiliation bubbling to the surface. "You're a sick man, Marty. You know exactly what you're doing, and I won't let you get away with it."

Marty leaned forward, his voice laced with menace. "How do I know it wasn't you who filmed it?" Brandi hesitated, her heart racing.

She knew she couldn't let him continue to gaslight her. "It was you, Marty. I know it was. And I want you to take it down. Now."

Marty shook his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Not so fast, my dear. I want to see some proof. Put your phone on my desk, and let's see if I can find the video in your gallery."

Brandi's hand trembled as she set her phone on the desk. Marty picked it up, tapping and swiping with practiced ease. He chuckled, his eyes never leaving the screen. After a few minutes, Marty set the phone back on the desk, his voice taking on a more reasoned tone.

Marty's smirk widened. "I'm surprised you're not more thrilled with the attention you're getting, a filthy whore like you. I mean, it's not every day that you get to be the center of such a spectacle."

Brandi's cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. "It's not funny, Marty. You have no right to post something like that without my consent. It's invasive, it's humiliating, and it puts my reputation at risk."

Marty leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Is that so? And what do you expect me to do about it? I already told you that it wasn't me. You should be more careful throwing accusations around. Besides, it's already out there, Brandi. It's spilt milk. There's no putting the genie back in the bottle."

"I want you to take it down," she said, her voice firming. "And I want an apology. I deserve better than this."

"You should be grateful, Brandi. The person who posted the spanking video didn't go all the way and post the blowjob. That's a sign of mercy, in my opinion. But don't think this means you're off the hook. You've got to make this right."

"What does that even mean, making it right?" asked Brandi. This wasn't how she'd seen this playing out in her head, and was rapidly spiraling out of her control.

"Making it right, Brandi, means making sure this doesn't escalate any further. You should be relieved that the video is only on an obscure website, buried among an ocean of porn. It could've been all over your friends' social media. You're lucky it's not."

Brandi's eyes widened, and her voice shook as she spoke. "This feels like a threat. I'm in enough trouble as it is, and you're just reminding me that it could be worse. What am I supposed to do?" Brandi's face crumpled, and she began to cry. "I'll do anything to make this right."

Marty's shoulders slumped as he watched her, and he offered a small, sympathetic smile. "I know it's tough, but we'll get through this. It's just a matter of figuring out the best course of action and sticking to it." Marty leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. "I'll do what I can to minimize the damage. But you need to be prepared for the possibility that this could still blow up in your face."

He unzipped his fly and pulled out his tiny cock. Brandi's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're blackmailing me? You're a sick motherfucker, Marty."

Marty shrugged, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Motherfucker, huh? You need to watch your fucking mouth, little cunt, and treat me with some goddamned respect. Otherwise you might find a video gets sent to your mother. Call it what you want. But if you want your life back, you'll do as I say."

Brandi's heart sank. She knew she had **** but to comply if she wanted any semblance of a normal life. She'd have to find a way to outsmart Marty and put an end to his twisted games, but for now, she had to play along. Brandi nodded, her voice trembling. "I understand. I'll do whatever it takes to fix this. I just...I can't lose everything over this."