Why not do both?

An hour later, after making a few calls, you put your jacket on and leave your office. Lisa looks up as you come out, her face meek and frightened.

"Get your things. It's time to go," you tell her. She grabs her purse and coat and stands, biting her lip doubtfully.

"It's not too late to change your mind. You can go home and forget about it and I'll go back in my office and send out some pictures and videos."

"No!" She looks terrified. "I'm not changing my mind. I'm just...scared."

"You should be." You gesture to her to walk with you, leaving the office through a side door and walking to the elevators. She stands silently beside you, her fingers fiddling with her purse. In the elevator she leans against a wall looking dismayed, casting periodic glances at you.

In the parking garage you lead her to your car and hold the door open for her. She has to pivot to get in, spreading her thighs and giving you a brief glimpse of her shaved pussy before she straightens her legs. You get in the car and start it, driving out of the garage. Glancing over at her you can see that she's crying softly, her tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Chandler. I'm such a stupid little slut. I don't even know why I took your wallet, it was such a stupid thing to do. I'm so sorry," she whimpers pathetically, her head hung low in shame.

"You're going to get the chance to pay for it."

"I'm afraid...afraid that I'll get hurt...the three of you fucked me very hard...now you say eight people will use me...I'm scared they'll hurt me..."

"You'll have to take your chances."

"The person you're taking me to see, the party planner. I suppose they're going to fuck me too."

"Wouldn't be surprised."

"Couldn't I just fuck them and and fuck you as much as you want and that could be all of it? I'm really scared, Mr. Chandler." She puts a hand on your arm, looking at you with a tearful, beseeching face.

You pull over and smile cruelly at her.

"I'm not sure why you're having so much trouble with the concept, Lisa. Either you come to the party and get used and taken by whoever wants you, or your pictures and video are sent to your friends and family. I'm not going to keep debating this with you. Choose now, once and for all. Party or pictures?"

She looks stricken and tearful as her last ploy fails. "Party," she replies, as you put the car in gear and drive home.

At your condo your help her out of the car and escort her up the stairs, opening the door to a quiet house. Lisa looks around in curiosity, then at the stairs with some alarm as she hears footsteps descending.

"My, my, what have we here?" your wife asks, stepping down into the hallway. Her honey blonde hair hangs loosely around her face, and she wears a tight cotton top showing off her bra-less breasts. A pair of tight shorts complete the ensemble, displaying her toned legs. She smiles at Lisa in welcome.

"I'm Laurel, John's wife. I understand you're going to join us at our party tomorrow."

Lisa looks surprised, glancing from you to Laurel as though searching for answers.

"You needn't be so surprised, dear. John told me all about what happened. You are a silly little bitch to get yourself in his clutches. He's a wicked beast and never overlooks a chance to take advantage of a girl."

"Did he tell you what he did to me?" the brunette asks.

"That he fucked you, then called in some friends to make a three way slut out of you? Yes, he told me all about it. He knew it would excite me, the evil man. Looking at you I'm surprised he's not still fucking you. You're a very sexy little bitch, dear." She gives the surprised girl a hug. "Now lets get you cleaned up a bit. Can't have you looking all teary eyed. Come along dear," she says, leading the younger woman away to a bathroom. You watch the two of them sway down the hallway and smile.