The Downward Spiral of Katelyn Haynes

Katelyn Haynes was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year. It all started in March when the red-haired, green-eyed 22-year-old was an intern at an accounting firm. A man at the company had pulled her aside one day and asked her to dirty a pair of panties. Katelyn chose to report him to the company Vice President Deborah Stanley, which to her dismay ended up being an error. It turned out the man had made the request because he was being blackmailed by the VP for stealing from the company. Instead of losing her pet she produced a file on Katelyn.

The file showed the intern had been downloading music and films using the company’s computer. Worse, it also showed Katelyn had been frequenting BDSM porn sites while on the job. Ms. Stanley gave the girl a choice, submit along with the man or else she’d send the file to her intern adviser. It would likely result in Katelyn's expulsion. for a good review from the internship, to preserve her reputation, and not be expelled, she agreed to the terms.

Unfortunately, the VP put the final decision regarding Katelyn's fate in the hands of the man. To her shock, even after she shamefully stripped and offered to do anything, he refused. Even with her creamy, lightly freckled skin on display he chose to ruin her academically because he deemed it nobler than being sexually exploited.

Ms. Stanley sent the file. As Katelyn was leaving in tears the VP handed her a card and told her to call the number on it if she had difficulty getting her life together after the fallout.

Katelyn was expelled from school for violating the University Code of Conduct. The online student paper caught wind of Katelyn’s expulsion and published a story titled: “Student Expelled for Viewing BDSM at Internship.” Google searches for her name brought up the story as the first hit. She tried to go home, but her strict parents, ashamed, closed the door on her.

Now Katelyn works as a waitress in the city. She rarely dates, because whenever her date Googles her name it gets very awkward. She lives in a small two-bedroom apartment with Eliza, a girl she found through Craigslist. Eliza seemed nice enough when they first met, but since then has proven to be lazy, mean, and a borderline alcoholic. Ever since Eliza found out why Katelyn was expelled from school she’s given her the nickname, “Perv.”

Last weekend, Katelyn made the mistake of inviting co-workers to a party Eliza had planned in their apartment. The night was going well, but after Eliza reached the level of obnoxious drunk it all fell apart.

“Oh my God, Kate, you’re still a complete perv!” Katelyn heard Eliza yelling from down the hall. When she went to see what Eliza was yelling about she was horrified to find her roommate in her bedroom with a group of people looking at her computer screen. Eliza had told them about the article and followed up by going through Katelyn’s browser history and opening the sites.

When Eliza saw Katelyn standing in the doorway she laughed and turned the monitor in her direction. It was a video of a woman with her hands bound being fucked over a bar in front of a group of spectators. She was wet with spit and cum but had a greedy grin on her face. “You’re into some kinky shit, Perv!”

Katelyn felt like everyone in the room was laughing at her. It already made her feel ashamed when she gave into her urges and looked at those sites, but being outed, again, overwhelmed her with humiliation. “GET OUT!”

She grabbed her roommate by the hair and dragged her through the door. Eliza stumbled and fell in the hall but kept laughing. Everyone else in the room followed Katelyn’s order and filed out. When she was alone in her room she slammed the door, locked it, and broke down in tears.

Work became intolerable. Her co-workers had adopted the moniker “Perv” when talking to Katelyn off the restaurant floor. She thought about going to her boss, but the experience at the internship made her insecure about trusting authority figures. She couldn’t quit, because she was already tight on money and rent was due in a few days.

Finally, after about a little more than a week of dealing with the at work, the restaurant owner called her into the back office before she went on break. Katelyn was a good employee and liked to keep her head down. She didn't interact with the owner often but he always seemed nice even if he occasionally stared at the women on the team a bit too long. He reminded her of Jimmy McGill from "Better Call Saul" after he goes into hiding as the manager of an Auntie Annie's pretzel shop. Similar mustache and glasses but a little bit rounder from taking too many samples in the kitchen.

"Lynn," he said and it made Katelyn bristle. He'd used 'Lynn' since her first day when he put it on her name tag. She corrected him and said she went by "Katelyn" or "Katie." He fixed the tag but continued to use "Lynn" because he thought it was funny, even four months later, and no matter how many times she asked him to stop. Eventually, she broke down and simply accepted it. He motions to the chair and Katelyn sits. "Lynn," he said again with an odd smile, "it's come to my attention that you've become a distraction to the rest of the team."

Katelyn sighs. She'd long worried the owner would find out the real reason she was let go from the internship. She had lied in the interview and said it was due to downloading music and videos on the company network. It was more of an omission than a lie. She simply left out the part about the browser history filled with BDSM porn. That and the attempt by the Vice President to her.

"I google all of my potential hires, Lynn," he continues. Here it comes, Katelyn thinks. "And I saw the article in your campus paper about why you were let go from the internship and why you left college. Honestly, it was part of the reason I hired you," he licks his lips creepily and his eyes roam from her face, down to her chest, and back up again. "Unfortunately, it seems the rest of the team has finally discovered your not very easy to hide secret...and so many more."

And many more? Katelyn starts to panic. Did one of her co-workers tell him about the party? Why would they do that?

"Tell me, Lynn, is this you?" He asks and turns the monitor of his computer to face him. Katelyn is horrified to see naked photos of herself on the screen. Her face is partially obscured by a Madri Gras mask. They were images she'd posted to RedditGW over the last few months whenever she was feeling low and needy for attention. She knew it was a bad idea but thought the mask would protect her. She was speechless but her facial expression told the whole story. What's worse, if he'd found those photos on Reddit he likely saw her exchanges on other parts of the site including the BDSM forum and her prompts on dirtypenpals.

"Hmmm," he continued, "I can tell. Your silence is an admission and, of course, the red hair combined with those full pouty, cock-" he coughs and interrupts himself "sorry, I mean those pouty, kissable lips are a dead giveaway. You have quite the browser history. No wonder your colleagues are talking about you."

"B-browser history," Katelyn stammers and averts her eyes toward the floor. Not wanting to see her naked body on the screen and ashamed to look at her boss.

"Oh yes," he continues "it seems Lydia somehow accessed your home computer's browser history, copied it, and sent it to everyone on the team. Damon was kind enough to forward it to me because he's concerned about you being bullied."

Katelyn's blood boils at the mention of Lydia's name. Lydia only started working at the restaurant a month ago and, even though Katelyn was perfectly nice to her, for some reason the new girl decided they had to be enemies. She'd always suspected Damon might be the reason. He was a sweet, handsome shift manager. Every girl who worked at the restaurant had a crush on him at some point, even Katelyn. And in recent weeks she began to suspect he might feel the same toward her. The only thing stopping her from making any move was her history and that google search of her name. Yet, she still flirted with him heavily, as did Lydia, but it was only Katelyn who seemed to receive flirtations back. Yeah, that was it, this was all jealousy. Damon hadn't been at the party, so he didn't see what happened but now he knew everything. EVERYTHING. Her cheeks burned as she wondered if this was her fate. To constantly be outed for her desires. What was wrong with her?

"Lynn, are you there?" He snaps his finger and Katelyn looks up breaking her spiral. "I forwarded you the email so you can see what your coworker had to say about you, but we need to think about your future at the restaurant."

"Fire Lydia!" Katelyn exclaims. The owner was startled by the sudden burst of emotion from the usually quiet girl.

"I can't do that. She's my niece. Besides, you're the problem here. You are a distraction to not only to my employees but also me. I can't unsee this," he says waving at the computer screen. Then he moves the mouse and brings up another photo. It's a picture of Katelyn, image cut off just above her nose so the viewers wouldn't see her eyes, flashing a butt plug in the restaurant bathroom mirror. She wore the plug to work only once as a dare. "As far as I know Lydia isn't bringing her kinks into the workplace. Did you really work an entire shift serving guests with a plug in your butthole?"

"Yes," for some reason she admits feeling small.

The owner makes a soft grunting sound when she responds. "I know you need this job, Lynn. Especially considering if you apply for anything else and they call for a reference I'll need to mention this incident."

Katelyn looks up in horror. Eyes wide, "no! you wouldn't! Please, you're right, I do need this job. I can fix it. I'll talk to Lydia. We can have a team meeting and I'll confess to everyone and apologize for being the way I am!"

Katelyn suddenly flinches as she feels the toe of a shoe sliding up her calf. She pulls her knees together. The owner laughs. "I'm sending you home early today, Lynn. And you're going to think about your future with this restaurant and how you'll..." his shoe pushes her knees apart "....convince me to let you stay on the payroll.

"I...I..." she stammers feeling the shoe try to find it's the way between her thighs. She pulls back in her chair.

"Shhh," he whispers. "Not another word. You'll walk out the door and come back for your shift in two days with a plan on how you'll make this right." He grins, "maybe your browser history can give you some ideas."

Katelyn doesn't need to hear anything else. She pushes back in the chair and away from his foot. As she does he slides his foot back under the desk and simply grins. She doesn't look at him while exiting the office. As she clocks out she sees Lydia exiting the kitchen.

"You bitch!" Katelyn says with fury in her eyes.

Lydia simply shrugs and pushes up her cheeks with a devilish smile. "Careful, Perv," she says, "don't let my uncle hear you using that kind of language while on the floor."

The red-haired ashamed girl huffs and turns to leave. As she's about to head out the door Lydia gets in one more jab: "Have fun humping your giant teddy bear tonight, hornball!" Katelyn's blood turns cold and she feels tears welling up in her eyes. She had forgotten all about the short humping object humping video she'd loaded to Pornhub after a night of too much wine alone in her bedroom. She was wearing a full bear mask she'd picked up at the local costume shop so her identity was concealed but, of course, anyone who had her browser history would be able to figure out it was her account. She'd always intended to take it down but every time she went to delete she'd watch it again and become overwhelmed with arousing humiliation.

She can't bring herself to go home. Life with her roommate hasn't improved since the party either and she can't help but wonder if Lydia sent her the email, too. Everyone knows her desires now. They're out in the open. Finding an empty park bench she opens the email on her phone and reads the message from Lydia to the entire restaurant team. All it says is "look at Pervs browser history! She's such a hornball! Those Reddit and Pornhub links are especially interesting. Totally NSFW! She's into EVERYTHING." Attached is a file containing a list of every web page she's visited over the last six months. Reading through the list she feels ashamed. Lydia was right. She was a pervert. She didn't know if she was actually into "everything" but she definitely explored so many kinks and spent so many nights in her room going deeper down kink-holes. Still. Even after everything that happened at college, she continues to struggle with her arousal and desires. And now she's exposed, again, but so much worse.

Katelyn feels the need to flee. She starts to pull out her credit cards to see if she has enough room to move away again. Try to start over. She seriously considers running away to another country. As she looks at her credit cards and counts her cash the card Ms. Stanley handed her on the first day of what would become months of humiliation and shame falls out.

She looks at the card. It was only a phone number and no words. In the lower right-hand corner were six additional numbers: 371113.

Katelyn was feeling to change her life, but was she enough to call an anonymous number provided to her by someone who tried to her? Should she run? Should she take the restaurant owner up on his offer?