What's the price?

Jack’s heart hammered against his ribs. "Anything, Leia. Name it. I'll work weekends, I'll take a pay cut, whatever it takes."

Leia’s eyes narrowed, a predatory glint emerging. "Oh, I have something far more… interesting in mind than your meager salary, Jack." She leaned back against her desk, her arms crossed, watching him like a hawk. "I can make this disappear. Every trace of your colossal screw-up. No one will ever know. Your career will be salvaged, your reputation intact."

Hope, a dangerous, flickering ember, ignited in Jack’s chest. "Really? You can do that?"

"I can," she affirmed, her voice resonating with absolute certainty. "But in return, I want a night. A night with your wife, Sara."

The words hit Jack like a physical blow. The flickering hope was instantly extinguished, replaced by a cold, sickening dread. Sara. His Sara. Curvy blonde, big boobs, thick thighs. The woman he adored, the woman who had only ever known his touch, his thin 4-inch premature ejaculating cock. She was his world, his sanctuary. And Leia wanted her.

"What?" he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "No… no, I can't. That's… that's impossible. She wouldn't…"

Leia's smile was sharp, unapologetic. "Oh, I think she would. Or rather, you would ensure she does. You'll set the stage, Jack. And I'll play the lead." She pushed off the desk, walking around to her executive chair, her movements unhurried, deliberate. "Think about it, Jack. What are your options? Report this? You'll be ruined. Blacklisted. You'll lose your house, your car, your savings. Sara will lose everything she’s accustomed to. And then, she might just leave you anyway for being a financial failure."

She interlaced her fingers, resting her chin on them, her gaze unwavering. "Or, you give me one night. One single night. And everything goes back to normal. Except, of course, for the little secret we'll share."

Jack felt the blood drain from his face. The options were stark, brutal. His mind raced, a maelstrom of fear, anger, and utter despair. He loved Sara fiercely. The thought of another person, let alone a womanizer like Leia, touching her, defiling her, was a **** beyond words. But the alternative… the utter ruin of his life, his career, the shame, the potential loss of Sara anyway, to poverty and despair. He pictured her bright smile fading, her laughter silenced by the burden of his failure. He pictured their comfortable life dissolving into destitution.

Leia watched him, a silent, patient predator. She knew she had him. She saw the conflict waging in his eyes, the slow, agonizing surrender forming.

"She’s… she’s only ever been with me," Jack mumbled, the words a plea, a last-ditch effort to invoke some shred of humanity in Leia.

Leia merely arched an eyebrow, a flicker of something almost like amusement in her eyes. "All the better, Jack. A fresh canvas. I find innocence… exhilarating." She paused, letting the implication hang heavy in the air. "So, what's it going to be, Jack? Your career, your financial stability, your home… or one night of pleasure for me? The clock is ticking."