Your co-worker

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The next day at work you try to avoid her, but every time she's in your sight line you can't help but stare a little bit. The face you see is the same as the face in the video. You're sure of it. The face belongs to Bethany. You're not sure how to react to this.

Of course you want to do something, kinda, sorta. Although you realize that doing something is likely going to change your life and her life forever. Assuming it really, really is her. You keep telling yourself it might not be, even though you can't imagine anyone else in the world looks quite as much like Bethany except Bethany.

You try to think of a way to tell her that you know it's her, that you've seen all the videos. For a bit you tell yourself that you need a day to think up a strategy and then you'll tell her tomorrow. But you realize you may not have that chance. Surely others have been watching those videos, as amazing as they are. Someone may get to her before you can if you wait a day. Someone may have gotten to her anyway.

The scenarios play out in your head. If it somehow wasn't her in those videos you're pretty much losing your job to a sexual harassment claim. If it was her, but some guy... or girl has already found her, then you're out of luck, and she knows that you know, and she knows that you're a pervert. Quitting your job may be an option.

Or you're the first person to confront her and she immediately strips and tells you to fuck her right there at work. You'd still probably lose your job. Or she would. And then she could live in your basement as your fuck toy forever and...

Your mind can't help but go deep down a dozen rabbit holes. And eventually you know there's only one way to know what might happen. To actually do something.

Somehow it doesn't seem as dramatic or as egregious, you decide, if you write it down on a piece of paper. So you do. You take out a slip of paper and write "your cunt belongs to me now" on it. You consider yourself a pretty open-minded, kink-enjoying guy. But writing that down to hand to someone out of the blue, makes you more than a bit nervous.

But you tell yourself that it has to happen. It has to. It has to. You clutch the paper in your hand, trying not to sweat on it too much. And you wait for a moment when the two of you cross paths.

You find it. Your heart thumps.

You walk toward each other. She sees you hold it.

She knows you're going to give it to her. You can't back out now.

She takes it from you, but you don't stop. You keep going. You know she's reading it.

You wait for a response. Seconds seem like hours.

"Danny!" Her voice rings out, and you turn to look at her.

She stands there, her hand up at her mouth, covering a sweet smile. Slowly but deliberately she walks back to you. "You know" she whispers. Her whisper voice rings in your ears. It's exactly the same. Exactly. "You've seen them?" She asks, as if she needs to confirm what she's already said, what you've already answered. Because this isn't some crazy, kinky porn, this is real life. You nod. "All of them?" She seems sorta mortified, sorta turned on. She's not exactly projecting the confidence from her videos. Then again... real life... it's just different. You nod again. "Do you still respect me?" She asks.

And you're about to answer, when you realize the question may be more loaded than you expect.