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Chapter 3 by bananamango212 bananamango212

What's next?

Susan Gets More Than She Bargained For...

She was right. It was only the beginning.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Pritzker," a security guard at the door greeted her, "trying out a new look I see?"

Susan wanted to scream. Of course he would notice her, looking as ridiculous as she did. "Y-yeah, just a new change of pace."

"It's not like you to be late. You better hurry upstairs," smiled the security guard clearly staring at her skimpy outfit, "there seems to be something major happening."

"T-thanks," smiled Susan, hoping her cheeks weren't too red.

She quickly strode past the guard's desk towards the elevator, trying her best to avoid eye contact.

Pressing the up button, the elevator quickly opened. Thankfully, the car was empty. Susan pressed the button for her floor and closed her eyes as the doors closed. She took a deep breath.

"I don't know what else you have in store for me, but you won't get away with this," she hissed, keeping her voice low.

The man's laugh rang out. "That's funny, babe. You think you can do anything to stop me?"

"When I find out who you are, you'll regret it," growled Susan, her fists balled at her side.

"Oh, I'll bet. Well, let's test that resolve of yours. Turn around, bend over, and lift that little miniskirt of yours. You're to stay like that until the elevator doors open.

"What?! You can't be serious!"

"Afraid so. And if I see you moving from that spot, I'll release everything to the media and online with the press of a button. Got it?"

Susan gritted her teeth, raising her miniskirt before turning around and bending over.

"Excellent," the voice replied.

It felt like a much longer ascent than usual being **** into such a position. Susan was left alone with her thoughts. Her stomach in knots, she glanced nervously over her shoulder, hoping nobody would be waiting by the elevator doors.

The bell suddenly rang, startling her as the doors slowly opened..

Caught off guard, she remained bent over with her skirt hiked to her waist. Taking a quick peek, her heart sank. There were people. She felt her face flush as they saw her bent over with her skirt around her waist, exposing her thong-clad bottom and the puffy lips of her labia through the thin fabric of her string bikini.

"O-oh my gosh, s-sorry. I..I d-dropped something," lied Susan with a stammer.

Quickly pulling her skirt down, she bolted from the elevator. She could feel her cheeks burn as she heard snickering behind her.

"That was great!" her captor's voice chimed, "and now, I'm going to give you a break. Also in your office, you'll find a special present. For now, you better hurry to the conference room for the major announcement."

Susan hurried through the busy cubicles to her private office. As she walked, a few co-workers and friends stared at her, their mouths hanging open. Susan wanted to disappear. She ignored their comments and questions, hurrying straight to her office.

Putting down her belongings, she was about to head towards the conference room when she noticed a box on her desk.

To her horror, as she opened the box, the present turned out to be a large vibrator and a bottle of lube. She was just about to call her captor to yell at him when the intercom buzzed.

"Ms. Pritzker, we need you in the conference room right now."

"Y-yes. Be there shortly," Susan replied, still stunned by the latest twist in the bizarre day.

Just as she was about to head over to the conference room, her blackmailer spoke.

"Hey, sweetie, I changed my mind about the break. Before you head over to the conference room, I want you to insert the vibrator into your pussy. I'll let you choose the vibration settings. Oh and you better do it quickly or someone might come in. Bye."

Susan's mouth went dry. This had gone too far, but she knew she had **** unless she wanted her reputation and career to be destroyed.

Picking up the vibrator, she pulled her string bikini aside and inserted the tip of the vibrator into her vagina.

With a little push, the vibrator easily slid into her. The feeling was a mixture of arousal and shame. Susan bit her lip as she turned the vibrator onto its lowest setting.

Quickly adjusting her clothes, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before heading towards the conference room.

Does anything embarrassing happen in the conference room?

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