Natalie is confronted about her pay

Chapter 4: Caught Red-Handed

Natalie walked into the office that morning with a sense of authority she hadn’t even realized she needed. Her pencil skirt fit her curves perfectly, the gray heels clicking confidently as she made her way to her desk. She adjusted her white button-down, the top few buttons left undone just enough to subtly hint at the cleavage beneath, the fabric pulling tightly around her chest. The office wasn’t ready for her energy today. She felt alive, her mind still buzzing from last night’s interactions, the thrill of Bradley’s submission still fresh in her mind.

As she set her bag down and glanced at her phone, it buzzed once again. She glanced at the screen—Randall, the awkward IT guy, had sent a message.

Randall: Hey, Natalie. Can you come by the IT office for a moment? I need to show you something.

Her eyebrow arched slightly at the unexpected message. She had no idea what he wanted—he was a pudgy, mid-30s guy with glasses that always slid down his nose, his neckbeard perpetually in need of a trim. He had that quiet, nerdy energy that always made her think of someone who spent their days too wrapped up in screens and cables to have any real world sense. He didn’t strike her as someone who’d have anything worth listening to, but she had to play nice.

As she stood up and straightened her skirt, she glanced around the office. She was met with a few nervous glances from the lower-level employees, mostly men trying (and failing) to hide their stares at her curves. Natalie loved it. She knew the effect she had on them, even if they didn’t have the guts to say it. She was the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying.

She walked down the narrow hallway to the IT office. When she reached the door, she knocked lightly before stepping inside. Randall was hunched over at his desk, his glasses slipping down his nose as he typed something on his keyboard. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening, his fingers fumbling over the mouse. His office was a mess—papers, cables, and coffee cups piled up in every corner. Disorganized, just like his life. She stood at the doorway, arms crossed, waiting.

“Hey, Natalie,” Randall said, his voice a little shaky. He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses again. “Thanks for coming.”

“You wanted to show me something?” she asked, her voice smooth, with just a hint of curiosity. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her stance casual yet confident. Her button-down stretched slightly across her chest, and she could see his eyes flicker there for a moment. Pathetic. He was clearly distracted by her, and she could feel it.

“Uh, yeah, well...” Randall hesitated, clearly unsure of how to approach the situation. He pulled up a report on his screen, clicking through a few tabs, before turning it toward her. “I was going over the company’s financial system logs… and, uh, I found something. I think it might be important.”

Natalie took a quick glance at the numbers on the screen. At first, she thought it was nothing serious—maybe some technical glitch, a system error, but as she scanned the entries, she saw the transfers. Five thousand dollars. Then another three thousand. And then four thousand.

Her pulse quickened, but she kept her face neutral. She was good at hiding her emotions, especially when she had to play the game. This wasn’t the first time she’d dipped her fingers into the company’s coffers. A few hundred here, a few thousand there—nothing big enough to get noticed, she’d thought.

“What’s this about, Randall?” she asked, her voice suddenly cooler, more guarded. She felt his eyes flicker between the numbers and her. He was nervous, but not in the way she expected. It wasn’t fear—it was more like a **** attempt to be seen as useful, to be noticed.

“Well,” he began, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, “I backlogged a few of these random changes into this profile account and saw the profile account ID is yours. They’re pretty small amounts, but…” He swallowed. “It doesn’t look like it was an error, Natalie. This could be… well, fraud. Not only are you stealing from the company, you are stealing from these new hires.”

Natalie didn’t flinch, but inside, she was cursing. Damn it. She’d always been careful about covering her tracks, but she hadn’t anticipated Randall, the IT guy, being the one to find her mistakes. This could ruin everything.

“I—I could think it was unintentional, though. It’s possible that the system’s not logging things right. I could look into it more,” he stammered, his voice quivering. “But I just thought you should know.”

Natalie felt a slight twinge of annoyance but kept her expression professional. She was annoyed she got caught but now Randall was trying to pretend it wasn't intentional so he can save her from getting fired or worse.

“Well, I appreciate you bringing this to my attention,” she said smoothly, crossing the room to stand closer to him. Her body language was effortless—confident, alluring, but with a subtle air of superiority. She leaned over the desk slightly, looking at the screen just enough to make sure he saw the way her cleavage caught the light. “You’re just doing your job, right?”

Randall’s eyes flickered for a second, and for a brief moment, she saw him lose himself in the sight of her chest. Pathetic. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“I, uh... yeah,” Randall said, his voice barely audible now. “But, you know, I could delete the logs and erase the records. Make it look like nothing happened and reset your salary to what it was before. That would be the safest thing.”

Natalie gave him a genuine looking smile, but internally, she was pissed.

“Thanks for the help, Randall,” she said sweetly, her tone still professional. “I'm glad you were able to clear this up on your end."

Randall looked uncertain, but he nodded slowly, clearly relieved that she wasn’t angry or trying to make his life harder. “Alright. Just… just be careful, okay? You could get into some serious trouble if this gets flagged.”

“I will,” she replied smoothly. “Thanks again, Randall. I really appreciate you looking out for me.”

Randall nodded quickly, a look of gratitude on his face as she made her way toward the door. “No problem, Natalie. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Natalie turned to leave the IT office. Her pulse was still high from the adrenaline of the encounter with Randall. She’d played it smooth, as she always did. Randall was nothing more than a minor inconvenience, a nerdy little man who’d just proven how useful he could be. At least, for now.

As she settled into her chair and placed her purse beside her, she let out a quiet, almost satisfied sigh. Randall had been the perfect just awkward enough to be harmless, but obedient enough to stay in line and not ruin her. He didn’t know it, but he had just handed her a get-out-of-jail-free card, and she was feeling invincible. Her control was absolute.

She smiled to herself as she entered her PTO request, something she’d been looking forward to all day. The thought of slipping into a luxurious spa, away from the office, away from the noise, and just unwinding for a few hours was a delicious idea. Tonight was already planned. Her girls, the bar, the attention, the power. The city would be hers for the night.

But Randall wasn’t finished.

Randall was left in his cluttered little office, his fingers still hovering over the keyboard. His glasses were pushed up to his nose, his fingers dancing over the keys. The hum of his desktop computer filled the otherwise silent room. But Randall was focused on something far more important than work now.

He reached for his phone, his thumb grazing the screen as he opened the private album. His fingers tapped the screen with surprising steadiness as he accessed Natalie’s hidden photo album, the one she thought no one had access to.

Every scandalous, risqué video, every sultry photo she’d recorded of herself, all of her Feeld endeavors and domination activities, all in Randall's hands now.

Randall let out a slow, almost imperceptible laugh. It wasn’t just the photos that made him smile, it was the knowledge that he now had complete control. All those daring selfies she’d sent, all the videos of her playing at dominance, of pushing men to the edge, it was all there. And he had all the proof.

A smirk curled across his lips. The power had shifted. Natalie had no idea he was watching her, stalking her, and waiting for the right time to get her. She just assumed he was the awkward, nerdy IT guy who couldn’t even make a move without stumbling over his words. She had no idea that all along, Randall had been watching, studying her every move. And now, the tables were turned. She had no idea how far he would go with this.

He leaned back in his chair, the satisfaction of the moment washing over him. The knowledge that he could ruin her with a single click of a button gave him a sense of dominance he hadn’t felt in years. But Randall wasn’t done playing the game.

The thought of what he could do with all this power was intoxicating. He imagined how she would squirm when she realized that her secrets were no longer her own. The type of woman Natalie was, was the type of woman Randall dreamed of dominating and using. Her cocky persona, her entitled behavior and her bitchy attitude were going to be set straight.

It wasn’t just about exposing her. It was about reveling in her submission, about taking the reins from her, the woman who had spent so long believing she held all the power. Now it was his turn to control the narrative.

Randall smirked again, his fingers now poised over his phone. He knew he had all the cards, and Natalie had no idea how deeply he had just inserted himself into her life. Her secrets were his to command, and he was going to have fun with this.

As he settled back, an idea began to form—a plan for when she least expected it. Natalie thought she was in control... but it was time to remind her who was truly calling the shots.

It was time for some fun.