Wait for it

David told me I would hear from him about the job by the end of the week, so I gave him until the end of the week. When he did not call me to offer me the position, I called him. He was cold, rude and acting as if he barely remembered me.

"I am sorry ma'am, that job went to a more qualified applicant," he said.

"David, while I was sucking you off in your office, you promised that the job was mine," I said.

"That never happened, ma'am," he said. "And even if it did, it's your word against mine. You're just a dirty little cock sucking slut trying to suck your way up the corporate ladder. I am a successful and well respected business executive. I am a happily married man, there is no way anyone would believe I'd stoop to fooling around with a tramp like you."

I ended the call, a little saddened that it had come to this, but ready to handle things. I went right to Susan and Carla, telling them everything, even showing them my video. Part of me expected them to be mad and shame me, but they both understood. Both had been in the same situation before, except they had both walked away.

"We trained our entire lives to deal with men like David," Susan said. "As a guy, this isn't really something you were prepared for."

"Good job with the video," Carla said. "You can end his marriage and his job, maybe even get him arrested."

"Or we can own him," Susan said.

Thirty minutes later the three of us arrived at the company and demanded a meeting with Mr. David. Having three women, all dressed slutty, show up asking to talk to the HR manager didn't seem to phase the receptionist at all. She made a call and then told us he would be with us shortly.

A few minutes later David opened the door and led us into his office with a smug smile. Once we were seated he sat down in the chair behind his desk.

"I suppose Johnna has told you her crazy claim about some kind of sexual harassment thing," he said. "I am thinking you need to have her drug tested, I think she must be on something, because that never happened."

Susan didn't say a word. Instead she opened the video on my phone and slid it across the desk.

David saw me on my knees sucking his cock and his face went pale.

"Well look, I...uh...well..."

"Oh there is much more," Susan said.

"You promise, if I suck you off you'll give me a job?" I asked.

"Fucking right," he said on camera "Swallow my load hon and you'll be on your way to running the whole department by Christmas. But hurry up, I have another appointment in five."

"Fuck," the real David said. "Look, I have another opening-"

"She isn't done."

Then, on camera, I pulled out my hard cock and started stroking it.

"You're a fucking dude!" he blurted. "No fucking way, you raped me you sick bastard."

"What you did, Davy, was rape," Susan said. "We have it all on video. You offered a job in payment for a blow job. I am going to hit two buttons and this video will go to your boss and you will be out of a job. Then I will send it to the police department and they will likely want to talk to you. Then it will go to your living wife and everyone on your corporate email account, and everyone you know will see you getting sucked off by a transgender girl. They'll see how much you enjoyed blowing your load while she jerked off."

"I...I didn't know..."

"Doesn't matter, does it?" Susan asked. "It certainly looks like it on video."

"What do you want?"

"How many girls have you done this to, you piece of shit?" Carla asked. David just stared down at his desk.

"Answer her or I start hitting send."

"I don't know, a few."

"Just a few?" Susan asked, her finger moving towards the screen.

"Fuck, I don't know how many," David said. "A lot. I've lost count. I've been doing this for years, but it's not my fault these little whores thing they can suck their way into a good job."

"So it's these young women's fault you're a perverted asshole?" Susan asked.

He said nothing, but the fear on his face was amazing.

"Here is the deal, David," she continued....