Facing the music - Option One

4:30 p.m. arrives and your email has been eerily silent. As you pack up your things to head home and find out your fate you run escape scenarios through your head one more time. You can't help but wonder what you would have done weeks ago if presented with the choice to destroy your life or Ashley's life. You weren't on the best of terms when this all started but now, now all you want is to be with her and continue on this amazing lust-filled journey - nothing else. As you head out the front door of your office building, you hope she feels the same as you.

You pull into your driveway half an hour later. Parked in front of your garage is a black Ford Crown Victoria. One man is leaning against it smoking a cigarette. Another stands in front of him. They turn toward you as you pull up behind them. This isn't good, you think. The flight instinct kicks in, but as you look over your shoulder to reverse back up the driveway another car pulls up and blocks you in. The man leaning against the car stands up straight and flicks his cigarette across the driveway onto your well-manicured lawn. The other man approaches your car, one hand on a Glock sidearm at his hip and the other making a "roll down your window" motion. You push the button to lower the window.

"Mr. John Doe," he says more than asks. "We're going to need you to slowly exit the vehicle with your hands up and then place them on the hood. Understood?"

"What's this about?" you ask.

"Please, Mr. Doe, we can talk once you're out of the vehicle."

Hesitantly, looking over your shoulder once more and seeing a third car is parked on the street and at least four officers are surrounding you, you do as he says. As you place your hands on the hood they move in. You hear "John Doe you have the right to remain silent..." as three sets of hands grab your arms, twisting them behind your back. Everything after that moment is a blur as you realize Ashley sold you out. You're too heartbroken to protest, especially when you look at the house and see the drapes of the kitchen pulled aside and Ashley watching it unfold. You can't tell if she's sobbing or laughing.

It isn't until after your arraignment two days later that you find out how badly she sold you out. Considered a flight risk, the court sets your bail at $1 million. You have no idea if the embezzled money is still safely stored in your hiding place or if the blackmailer took it, so you have **** but to cool your heels and wait for trial. After your arraignment, your wife visits for the first time. They put you in a room together alone and the first thing she does is slap you across the face and yell at you. "Where is she you philandering bastard?"

"Who?" you ask holding your aching jaw. She had quite the left hook.

"Ashley! Where is she? The police said they spoke to her after your arrest and she said she was fine waiting for me to come homr. When I made it home not only was she gone, but so was your computer. No one, not even Cindy, knows where she is. I thought maybe she might need to clear her head but after three days I finally filed a missing person report before coming to talk to you. WHERE IS SHE, John?"

You shake your head. She chose your blackmailer over you. Your babygirl abandoned you to be someone else's submissive. "I don't know."

Melissa is visibly shaking with anger. "Is she involved in this...this corporate embezzlement? Did you make her destroy your computer because it was evidence?" She sobs. "How could you ruin our lives like this?!? My life. OUR DAUGHTER'S LIFE?!"

You don't have an answer. You're completely shattered. You sit at the table and look down. "I'm sorry, Melissa," you manage to whisper.

"Oh, you will be sorry. You're never coming home John. You're going to spend a long time in prison." She slams the door as she walks out. You break down.

She was right. The case against you was airtight and your former employer showed zero sympathies. They rejected every single plea deal making it clear the President of the company was outraged at both the theft and the affair with his wife.

As for the investigation into the disappearance of Ashley, you were a suspect for a time. It was clear they spoke with Paul Drummond because they asked about Ashley being naked at home and giving him a blowjob. You acted like you didn't know. They'd also interviewed Cindy who said Ashley was being blackmailed into doing everything. You had to deny everything. Even though you were angry at Ashley you didn't know if she was in danger with the blackmailer. It appeared that the leads dried up and you hoped, wherever she was, she was living her best life.

Surprisingly, those memories of being blackmailed alongside Ashley were what got you through your days in prison. Your thoughts were about her and the fantasy life you could have lived if she didn't sell you out. Ashley being completely submissive to you in a beach house somewhere. But every time those metal prison bars slammed shut and you climbed into your hard cot reality would come crashing down. You're a pervert and a criminal. Congratulations, John.

~ THE END!~

(if you want to know how Ashley came to this decision there's an epilogue)