You make a pitch to Mr. Chapman.

Walking with confidence, you march straight for Chapman's office. The no underwear tactic seems to have lit a fire under your butt... or maybe it's just breezy in here. You begin to wonder if it was such a bright idea to throw away your bra and panties when you could have just stuffed them in your purse. Going back would be embarrassing though if that business lady is still in there. Besides, you've already decided that there will be no going back today. At the door to his office, you straighten out your dress, feeling very fresh with nothing covering you from below, and knock on the door.

"It's open," calls out the man inside.

You open the door to find Ernest Chapman. A middle aged man with graying but still brown, short cropped hair in a slim business suit.

"Jane! Stephanie told me there was an emergency. What's going on?" Ernest asks.

You look at the man. Your neighbor for several years now. How long has he been cheated on? Does he know? There's only one way to find out. You take a deep breath. "Ernest... there's something you should see..." you say cautiously as you pull out the flash drive and pass it over to him.

He looks at it curiously and stick it into his computer. It loads up after a minute and the video starts to play. Ernest's eyes bulge out of their socket. He gets up out of his seat. "What is the meaning of this?!" he blurts out indignantly. So, he didn't know after all.

Ernest walks over to the door and makes a quick check outside before locking it closed. He turns to you and asks in a low voice of concern, "How long has this been going on?"

"I've known for at least a year..." you admit.

"And you didn't say anything?"

"I uh... well, I didn't have proof... I kind of suspected," you backtrack.

"Well, this is more than enough to do something about!" Ernest replies sternly. "I'm calling my wife!"

"Wait," you say, "What are you going to do?"

"That woman thinks she can make a fool out of me? Then she's got another thing coming to her! She can find herself another sucker to fool around on, we're through!" he raged on before stopping and gritting his teeth. "But her father owns the company..." he drops his arms, defeated. "She thinks she can get away with things like this because she can. I can't touch her."

"How about we get them back another way?" you offer.

"Another way?" Chapman asks with raised eyebrow.

"Do you find me attractive, Mr. Chapman?" you ask.

"Well, you are a pretty woman, Jane and I appreciate the gesture, but come on now, let's be above our spouses on this," Chapman protests, but you can see his eyes linger on your body.

I just need to motivate him enough to go along with it... you think to yourself.

"I find you to be attractive too, Ernest..." you start. "You and me share a common pain. We were cheated on. Shouldn't we at least have each other to console over this?" You attempt to pose it in an alluring manner with your shoulders back and hips slightly angled much like you see runway models do it. Ernest hesitates. The suggestion must still be ruminating through is head. The moment of truth has come. You slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor, leaving you naked before your neighbor. He stands dumbfounded at the sight. You take a bold step forward and feel your heart pounding. You still need to sway him over, but he hasn't kicked you out yet. "Come on, Ernest, let's fight fire with fire... if you can't beat them, join them!"

You put a hand on his shoulder and your other hand takes his and guides it up to your breast. Ernest doesn't jump you, but he doesn't back away either. He stands in shock as you moan softly, crane your neck and stretch lithely under his touch. You can see the desire in his eyes being held back only by his common decency. It gives you a rush of adrenaline knowing that you're having this sexual influence on the man. Your hips sway more seductively as you press closer to him. Your thigh rubs up against his groin sensually and you are thrilled to feel the stiff appendage hidden underneath the fabric of his pants. You lean in and kiss him under the chin, then nibble his ear before whispering into it, "No one needs to know..."