I came here for answers and I won't go before I know more.

The biker leader slowly removed his hand from my mouth and finally free from the smell of leather, I inhaled deeply, enjoying the unlimited access to air. In the meantime, he was already accessing my handcuffs and releasing my wrists. He did this in a very professional way, never putting his hands anywhere on my body where it wasn't necessary. So, this isn't about sex? After this talk about my fetishes I at least expected him to cop a feel of my breasts through my top, which would have been very awesome...I mean -ful...awful! Confused, I wriggled about on my chair to find a more comfortable position and await what he had to offer to me.

Instead of talking to me, the biker got up, grabbed his beer and without a hint of an emotion walked past me to a dartboard placed at a wall roughly 12 ft. behind the chairs. *What strange kind of game is this? I turned my head from left to right, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on, but nothing seemed to happen until I suddenly heard a somehow familiar sounding voice from behind.

"I'm glad you decided to stay Veronica." A tall man wearing a hoodie, which covered his face walked out of one of the shadowy booths right behind the billiard tables and sat down in the chair the biker just left. I mustered him from head to toe. Based on the physique he could be the voyeur, but then again, I didn't see the guy well enough to be absolutely confident about that.
"You look magnificent in this outfit. It really highlights your curves even more. I knew you were hot, but wow." I really wanted to know who this depraved bastard was now.

"You still don't know who I am, do you?" Slowly he pulled his hood back and... damnit I knew this guy! This was G, the new programmer "genius" my boss hired from the company's German subsidiary. They pretty much gave him every privilege he wanted because they were **** to sign him. Oh, excuse me, I work as a project assistant for an international IT-Consulting company He even got his own office with built in air conditioning system and a personal refrigerator while I have to share with two colleagues.

"You sick little pervert! I... How did you do all that and why me?" I was about to slap him in the face, but he must have anticipated my move and simply tilted his torso backwards, causing my blow to get me off balance and nearly falling on the table between us. He started laughing, then pulled a black smartphone out of his bag. He pushed a button and I instantly clapped my hands behind my back. I had no idea why, but it somehow seemed to be a much more appropriate thing to do, than to slap someone.

"As my ...assistant...told you, I have an offer for you." He smiled at me and I have to admit that although his smile had something evil in it I also found it kind of attractive. „ I will answer your questions, if you behave neatly… and manage to beat me in a game of pool billiard."

As I have always been a fem-nerd, me and my friends have visited loads of billiard dives during our student life. I even perfected some of the most difficult trick shots and once made 2nd place in a local competition. I just couldn't lose, could I?
"But if I win, you will have to stay here and enjoy at least one cocktail with me." A free cocktail? Seems like I really can't lose, can I? Besides, if these guys would have wanted to hurt me, they had plenty of chances already.

"I accept! You won't stand a chance!" He pushed his phone again, before he gallantly led me to a rack at the wall. Five queues were lined up neatly. "Have the first pick, bimbo!" Again, he put on that arrogant smile. Did he really just call me a bimbo? "I'll beat that smug out of your face after I handed you over your balls in this game!" I weighed the queues carefully before picking the one that seemed to have the best balance. In the meantime, G had ordered two bottles of beer from the barkeeper.

I had the first shot, sinking two of the bigs. "Woohoo..." I took a sip from my cold beer, which made my successful shot taste even better. I managed to sink two more until I accidentally also holed one of the smalls. Smiling I put my hands in my hips. "See how a real pro plays this game, Noob!"
G aligned his queue with such a bad technique, that I nearly started to feel sorry for him. The resulting shot ended with one of my bigs and the white ball in the same bag and the programmer looking frustrated "Hmm... Maybe it wasn't that much of a great idea to play against you after all."

Lines of worry appeared in his face as it was my turn again. Only two more balls and I could sink the black eight, winning the game against this arrogant bastard. I holed the remaining two bigs with ease, but the eight was blocked by three of the remaining seven smalls. I decided against the risk of sinking too many of his balls in my...in the bags... and played the white safe to a spot that **** the programmer to try a nearly impossible shot.

I felt excited. Playing pool reminded me of some of the best evenings I ever had in my life. Plus, I was winning. The endorphins rushed through me. G looked troubled "Wow...this looks pretty bad for me... I guess it's only fair to answer your questions. I thought you're the hottest chick in that company since the first day I walked in there, V." I blushed a little after that compliment. " I wanted to know if you’re also an interesting person, so I hacked into your social media accounts. I've seen and read some quite fascinating things about you, but what really ignited the plan was the fact that I found your chyoa account." He knew chyoa? But then again: Why am I even surprised? I mean he's a computer nerd, isn't he?
"I've been reading and writing stories on chyoa myself...my username is Gufflsupp. Author’s note: I thought to bring my own depraved mind into this is only fair, since Vertigo is offering her virtual alter ego to play with too. Of course, not everything you read about my alter ego here is true.” Reading your stories and seeing your fetishes I knew we could have a lot of fun together."

What a sick bastard! Luckily, I was fast enough to hit the record button on my phone when he started this monologue, so most of it has been recorded. When the cloud storage upload tool gave me the “100%: Upload complete”-message I replied: "Well I'm sorry to ruin your plans weirdo, but I won't stay here any longer. The police will find this very interesting though.” I triumphantly grinned at him, knowing that I didn't only win the game, but also had him by his balls with his obsessed voyeuristic behaviour.

He had his phone in his hand when he shook his head. "Hmm...you're alluding to that voice recording you just finished uploading to mystorage.co.uk?" WHAT THE HELL? How could he know that? I thought I was discreet enough in recording.... He must have seen my puzzled face before he answered…
"Babe, I'm a programmer, your phone is an open book to me and guess who coded that spyware you recently downloaded? And don't even try to delete it, you'll be wasting your time." The smug grin returned to his face. "I on the other hand have some very interesting footage of you myself." He pushed a few buttons on his phone and a flat screen mounted to the wall became alive.
Clearly visible in 4k was the parcel courier handing me over the package containing the clothes I wore now. A few seconds later my mounds were filling the whole screen. The bikers stopped playing darts and instead started to cheer loudly. Although I felt embarrassed it kind of turned me on to see so many men appreciating my body. "You know I could just send this to every mail address in the office on Monday and you could do nothing to stop me..." He took another sip of his beer"...but I am not an evil man. I only want to give you what you desire. So, I suggest we play another round with a lot more interesting wager. For every ball you sink, I'll delete one video I have from you. To be fair: I currently have three. For every other ball you sink I'll give you 100 Pounds...and if you win the game I'll clean up your phone and leave you alone for the future. Sounds good?" Another game? After he lost so badly? I will crush him!
"What will happen if I lose?" "Well, since we both know you can't offer me money...I'd say you have to offer me something worth a hundred pounds…I think a good lap dance might be worth a hundred pounds. But that would only cover the first ball of course… Well we’ll have to think of that when it comes to that point I guess, but I’m sure we’ll find some other way you could put that delicious ass of yours to use."
Whaaaat? Did he really just ask me to give him a lap dance? Now that's why this was all set up in the first place... C’mon V... just stand up, go home and call the cops. But then again, this naked video of me will go viral and everyone will have seen it and I will lose my job and winning shouldn’t be hard since he was a damn bad billiard player......damnit...what shall I do?