CALL ME NAMES

That's right. The combination of ORGASM LOCK and CALL ME NAMES brought really interesting possibilites for me. Especially one that could save me from this jam. But it was not going to be easy. I had three days to do this, and everything had to go flawlessly.

I went to sleep, masturbating to the Gretchen's shoesniffing video and dreaming of the bountiful future of humiliating Gretchen some more.

Next workday started off normally. I ran into Gretchen in the hallway, but she just went red in the face and retreated back to her office. Guess memories of yesterday were still pretty strong. And thanks to my phone, they were eternal.

Of course, this wasn't ideal. My new plan involved multiple discussions with Gretchen, but that's alright, I already had a plan in place for that too. Ha. I really had turned into the quite plan-machine, hadn't I? Guess I just needed proper motivation.

First half of the day I wrote the friday's article. This one needed to be at least passable, so why not write about something I was passionate about? ...Oh yeah, you couldn't publish that stuff on a magazine. Best not to ruffle too many feathers at this point. I decided to write about some men's gloves that the magazine had been pushing lately. Honestly, I hated them, and this wasn't going to be nice, but it was going to be good.

After lunch, it was time to activate project Gretchen again. I knocked on her office door.

"Yes? Come in."

As I opened her door, she immediately stood up.

"You get the fuck out of my office. Now. Or I will take action."

I had a pretty clear idea what the standoff between us two was right now. Naturally, she didn't want the video published, but if I did do it, it wouldn't be the end of her life. No, it would have been the end of mine, probably. It would have been pretty easy for her to tearfully claim how I **** her to do that at gunpoint or something, and who wouldn't believe her? However, it would still be a humiliating video that would live forever in the internet. Also her submission score had come up since yesterday, so that probably helped a little too. So I could still push her with this, but no too much. And it's good we both had agreed to some terms yesterday.

"Now, Gretchen. Calm down. Let's just forget about yesterday, okay? Please just hear me out."

"Get. Out."

"I have today's article with me."

"Put in my email, you fucking pervert asshole."

"No no. That's not fair. And you promised to me you would be fair. The last two articles you gave me, you gave no actual criticisms about it. You just mocked them. I need to know what I'm doing wrong, I want to get better. So please. Let's go over this one together, and you can tell me where I'm lacking straight up."

Now, she could have pushed me and told me she would write her answer in an email. However, the important thing here was, what was my interpretation of "fair"? If she violated it, maybe I would publish the video? Or would the easiest way to diffuse this situation be to just criticize me in her office? It wasn't much of a choice.

She sighed. "Fine. Just bring it here already."

I brought her the two pages and sat down on the chair in front of her desk. Her face looked really sexy and pouty as she really tried to focus on your awful, awful text. It took only about a minute's silence for the first criticisms to come in.

"This first paragraph is pure trash. You literally go on two sidetracks in the first two sentences. If I was just a normal magazine reader I would have already put this down. It's hard to believe you're a professional writer sometimes."

"Yeah... That is a good point. Thanks Gretchie." (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (-46SP)

"And... Wait, what was that?"

"What was what?"

"What did you call me just now? Did you call me... Gretchie?"

"Yeah. I thought that's a cute nickname for you. Gretchie." (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (-45SP)

"Stop that fucking shit immediately. I don't like any fucking cutesy nicknames. No professional woman does, you chauvinistic piece of shit."

"Are you sure? Maybe you haven't heard the right one? How about... Gretchie-poo? Or Gretchkins?" (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (-43SP)

Different things started flashing on her face now. Normally in this situation I would surely only see anger, but this was something else. She twitched, and breathed a bit louder. And didn't seem super mad.

"That is extremely unprofessional behaviour, Jack. I don't know why you want to keep digging your own grave."

"Oh come on, lighten up Gretchie-doll! I'm sure you weren't always this stuffy! You probably were a real minx before you got here, right?" (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (-41SP)

She breathed heavily again. Was her face getting a little redder?

"O-okay. So now it's full on sexual harassment. You're as good as gone, you son of a bitch."

"Hey now babe, I don't think that's being fair, now is it?" I said as I started thumbing through my phone as an obvious reminder that I still had that video of her. She should remember her place better. (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (-40SP)

"J-just get out of my office! You got your criticisms, and clearly you can't even focus on the first one!"

"Yeah, you're right, it's sort of hard to focus with that insanely hot body in my face all the time." (GRETCHEN: +3SP) (-37SP)

"OUT OUT OUT!!!"

"Alright, alright. Easy babe. Don't get your panties in a punch. That is.. if you are wearing ones, you sexy bitch" (GRETCHEN: +3SP) (-34SP)

She threw the papers at me. However that's all she did, as she had to grip her desk and look down really hard. She was almost sweating, and looked like she really needed to focus now.

"We'll continue this tomorrow, right, pet?" (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (-33SP)

With that, I left her office before she could say anything back. Well, that wasn't a huge amount of progress, but the seeds were planted. Seems like that lust and pleasure thing worked faster than I even thought. Oh yeah.