Stanley Smith

"I've got the fucking motherload!" You hiss in excitement to Dave, your coworker, as soon as you've managed to isolate him in the fire escape staircase.

"Spill." He demands excitedly.

"Trisha! She's got a fucking OnlyFans! I knew she was a whore!" You whisper giddily.

"No way!" Dave almost chokes on his morning coffee.

"LOOK!" You say passionately, holding your phone to his face, and opening up the gallery you've saved, full of photos and videos of another of your coworker's nudes.

"OfficeBabe23. Literally proudly stating that she works at an accountancy firm, right there in her username. The nerve."

You click on a specific thumbnail, and a video of her masturbating for the camera is blown up to full screen on your device.

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"She's in our fucking office! With Steve right there in the background, clueless! It's a fucking slam dunk, man! She's fucked!"

"You don't mean..."

"I'm going to send this to EVERYONE! She's ruined! She'll never work in the industry again! She'll be on the front page of the local papers tomorrow!"

Dave seems uncertain. "Dude, don't you think that's going a bit far? I think it's fun that you found this, but ruining someone's life."

"She has it coming! Look what a perverted fucking freak she is. Do you want her vag juice stinking up our office?"

"Slow down, Stanley. Think about this. It might even be illegal. And even if not, it's definitely immoral. This isn't the sort of shit you do on a whim."

You bite your bottom lip cheekily.

"What?" Dave says, unnerved.

"It might be a bit late for that."

"I'm not the first person you've shown." Dave realizes.

"Max. And Sam." You admit. "And after you, I'm going to find Steve himself, and... Woah!"

You meant to take a step backwards, but forgot that behind you was the fire escape staircase. Your foot meets empty air, and you tumble backwards.