"Gosh, no!" he says.

"Do I want you to fuck me?!" her boss says surprised! "Gosh, no, Ava, I'm a married man. I'd lose my family and my job." Ava is relieved because she didn't think you'd let her fuck him anyway. "And that's just too obvious, isn't it," he continued, "people are gonna expect me to be propositioning you right now. You're a slut, I'm a man. We'd get caught. Instead, here's an email address. It's not traceable to me." He hands Ava a slip of paper. The email address is written in block lettering. She wonders if he took care to not write in his own handwriting. "Send more photos there, Ava. Completely untraceable. No evidence. Then, we can just forget this incident ever happened."

Her boss looks at Ava and waits for her reply. She's just wondering what you'd want. But she assumes, considering you got her into this mess, that you'll be OK with this outcome.

"Any requests," Ava finally replies and they exchange a smile - both happy they've come to an arrangement.

You and Ava spend the rest of the week fulfilling the requests of her boss. Boobs - check. Profile of her on her hands and knees - check. Dick in mouth - check. Toy in pussy - check (you had her use a cucumber). Creampie - check. Each morning Ava blushed as she saw her boss eye her up and down knowing he was thinking of the photo she sent him the night before.

She found herself getting more attention from the men in the office in general. They were nicer, she got invited to happy hours more. The women were the opposite, they excluded her from their groups. One on one though, she found women opening up more to her. They talked more about their relationships and sought her advice more.