Practice the time-honoured lawyers' tradition of bullshitting

"Uh, hi, Sabrina." You try to siphon any potential creepiness out of your voice. "I just... found this... on the Internet... somewhere."

Sabrina doesn't seem to hear you, though. Turning red, she puts her hands on her forehead. "Ohhh my god. I can't believe this. I'm so stupid. Why did I even log in at work?"

"Well I... was just making sure you hadn't left without... uh... turning off your computer, and..."

"This is so bad." Sabrina sinks to the floor. "I'm so screwed if anyone finds out about this." She looks like she's about to cry. You've never seen her anywhere near this devastated before. Now you're starting to feel really guilty for snooping in her private stuff.

You take a deep breath. "Look, I --"

"I'm so, so sorry." Sabrina stares up at you with shining green eyes. "Pleeease don't tell anyone about this. I'll do anything."

"Jeez, okay. Relax. I'm not an asshole. I don't want to get you fired." Then, you pause. "Wait, did you say anyth--"

"Oh, thank god. You're such a great guy, John." Getting to her feet, Sabrina starts to compose herself a little. "I just... this is so humiliating. I never expected someone I know to see any of this."

You frown. "Your username is literally 'Sabrinathevirgin'."

Sabrina tucks her hair behind her ear. "Well, I figured there are a lot of Sabrinas out there. I don't know. It seemed reasonable at the time."

Hesitating, you say, "Is it true, though?" Looking at Sabrina's gentle curves and perfect smooth skin, it seems impossible. "Are you really a virgin?"

"Yeah. I haven't really dated since high school." Sabrina tilts her head. "Is that weird?"

Probably shouldn't mention her natural beauty. "It's just that, if you're posting this kind of content..."

"It's just a hobby, really." Still blushing, Sabrina takes a seat on the other side of your desk. "I don't even make that much money from it. I only have a few subscribers."

"Only a few?" The image of her pink pussy spread under the library desk crosses your mind. You make an effort to avoid staring at her body. No way she's not popular... "Really?"

Crossing her arms under her chest self-consciously, Sabrina sighs. "The dirtiest thing I've posted on there is a ten-second video of me showering. I can't compete with the actual, you know, pornstars." She gestures at the office around you. "Besides, I'm not really struggling for money. I just do it for fun."

"Then why do you risk putting it online?"

"That's part of the fun. I like the idea of strangers seeing me, you know, on display, laid bare..." Sabrina gulps. "Uh, sorry. I must sound so gross. I don't know why I'm telling you this."

You laugh a little and shake your head. The panic of being discovered must have made Sabrina a little lacking in self-awareness. Hearing her talk like this is fascinating. And arousing. "No, go on."

"Well... I grew up in a pretty modest family. I always fantasized about showing myself off, strangers seeing me naked... and worse. The thrill of exposing myself, trying to be as lewd as I can without being caught, has always gotten me excited." Sabrina shrugs. "When I started living alone and going to college, I couldn't help but try out some of those fantasies. It's really dumb of me, I know. I should have more self-control."

Trying to come up with a clever way to turn this in your favour, you say, "Everyone has their kinks. Yours is pretty harmless, honestly."

Sabrina smiles. "Until I get caught."

"That hasn't happened yet, though, right? You must be pretty good at exhibitionism if you've kept it secret this whole time." You add, "Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't published any of this stuff. It's pretty..." What's a synonym for 'sexy' that doesn't make you sound like a creep? "...high quality."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah, totally. Imagine, if you ramped up your content, all the money you'd get." You notice Sabrina looks conflicted. "And all the eyes on your body."

"True." Sabrina taps her fingers together. "What about my face? I don't want this coming back to me. Not everyone's as nice as you. One of the videos even shows where I live."

"That can all be cut and blurred before you publish it." Then, you have a stroke of genius. "I could help you with it. Two people checking it means double the security." And double the erotic value, if you have your way.

Finally, Sabrina nods. "Actually, I might take you up on that offer," she says in an increasingly business-like tone. "I'd really appreciate that, John."

"Hey, no problem." You sense a window opening to invite her around for the night.

Just as you open your mouth, though, Sabrina stands up. "I should really go. Today's been crazy." Her embarrassment coming back, she seems to want to end the conversation.

"Only doing what I do best," you mumble to yourself as Sabrina walks away.

Getting to basically collaborate on Sabrina's homemade porn is a better outcome than you were expecting, at least. Still, you wonder how far you could have gone if you'd blackmailed her. It's not easy being a decent human being.