A knight in shining lingerie.

"Wait a sec, that's not how blackmail works! It's an extortion tactic, you don't simply release the photos— what do you really want, Frost?"

My auburn haired rival chuckles, "Touché, Fāng, you got me. This is just a show of force; my girls here want to see you humiliate yourself, so if you want these pictures deleted," she flourishes her camera in a Machiavellian taunt, displaying to me the compromising snapshots of my own glistening vagina, "You're going to do whatever I say… like naked jumping jacks for that hunky new receptionist in the lobby."

"What?! No! You can't!!"

"No? Please Ming Zhao, I can make you do anything I want." Her smile spreads, "At least… if you want these pictures gone."

"I, I–" crap, she's got me there. I don't see any methods of escape, or any apparent loopholes; it doesn't seem to me like I have any options beyond shivering here and bending to her whims.

But, a potential salvation presents himself.

Ahab bursts forth from my quarters, dressed in only a skimpy, sheer panty. They're not just women's lingerie, but my lingerie, although… he looks incredible in that lacy purple number, winsome to say the least. I feel my face smolder, turned on and ashamed as this gorgeous man witnesses me at my lowest; his visage floods with sympathy, knowing all too well the indignity I'm going through.

Standing with what little pride he can muster, cheeks already a vivid crimson, Ahab turns around to face my bullies on my behalf, "Y-you can't do this to her— w-whatever it is, stop. Before I make you."

His 'threat' doesn't take. One of the salacious paper clerks yanks the scintillating lingerie down to his ankles and knocks him over to strip them off, ending Ahab's campaign as a hero when his penis springs into view for the cameras— and the ecstatic squad of businesswomen holding them. They cackle, whoop and wolf-whistle while snapping rapaciously away at his dangling sex; he falters, shrinking into himself as the women's taunts overwhelm him, his goods on erotic display.

"Ooh~ looks like this snack has a meal between his legs!"

"Woo-hoo! He's way sexier than Helen said."

"Hahaha! Look at him blush— but that hunk has nothing to be ashamed of!"

"I don't know why he isn't covering that juicy dick, but I love him for it."

"This is why I love my job- <3"

Once the bashful barista has finally regained the sense to cover his prodigious junk, Frost resumes her monologue, "Now these are some nice dick pics! Hahaha! We can humiliate two birds with one stone— Looks like your boytoy will be joining you in the lobby, Ming Zhao~"

"Wait?! Her too!?" Ahab asks, leaping back upright.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to make Miss Fāng here suffer. I've got her pussy on this camera, so she either humiliates herself, or loses her reputation."

Ahab's expression turns severe, but…