Thinking about the cum soaking through the panties and making it look like you pissed your pants is a humiliation you decide is not worth taking. You feel fairly confident that even if Katelyn says "no" you can use your position of authority to convince her to let the request slide as if it never happened. So you decide to leave cumming in the panties as a last resort and come up with a way to convince the intern to dirty your panties. It helps that if you succeed two pieces of evidence will be destroyed. The faster you get out from under the blackmailer the sooner you go on living your life.
You slip the panties off and put your pants back on. You ball them up and shove them in your pocket while walking out your office door.
You quietly approach the red-headed intern from behind and see that she's chatting with someone on Facebook.
"How's Facebook, Katelyn?" You say.
Her arrow quickly moves up to the corner of her browser and closes it out leaving the database in front of her. She spins in the chair and looks up at you.
"Mr. , uhm, hi, I swear I've only been on it for, like, two minutes. It's my friends birthday..."
You shake your head in disapproval, "Can it with the excuses, Jenna. I need to speak with you outside."
She deflates, but stands up, "Okay, Mr. ."
She follows behind you as you lead her out through the back of the building. As you face each other she looks at you with pouty lips and tries to put on puppy dog eyes. You're pretty sure that somewhere between her desk and the outside one of the buttons on the top of her blouse came undone giving you a better view of her freckled breasts.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. , I try, really I do, but I just get so distracted. because the work is sooo boring. Please don't tell, Mr. Gurlach. I was going to stop surfing as soon as he came in for the day."
You smile at her, "Listen, Katelyn, I know Tony keeps telling you to call your superiors Mr. and Ms., but please, when we're alone you can call me . And I'm not here to punish you, necessarily, as I have a little problem and I think you can help me out."
She cocks an eyebrow, "I'm listening...."
You clench the panties in your pocket as you prepare to make your pitch, "So my buddies and I are in the middle of a scavenger hunt of sorts and the winner gets $500. The current objective is to see who can..." you pause and pretend to be embarrassed "...eh...who can go out to the bars this week and convince women to give them their panties."
You notice Katelyn shuffle her feet and look down at the ground. The conversation is clearly making her uncomfortable.
"The deadline is tonight and I just found out I'm tied for first place. All I need is one more pair of panties."
Not looking up at you she says, "So...you brought me back here to ask for my panties?"
The once flirty girl suddenly looks reserved and shy. Apparently her offer to Tony "to do anything" for a good review wasn't sincere. You start to wonder if you've made a mistake.
"No, not at all," you pull the panties out of your pocket and hold them out to her, "I bought these on my way to work hoping I could fake it, but my buddies would never believe they were worn by a woman. They lack...ah...a certain...smell."
She looks at you quizzically.
"So I had the stupid idea of asking you if you'd wear them until lunch and give them back. In exchange, I'll give you $100 and attach a statement to your file about how you were invaluable helping me out on some important work task."
She twirls her red locks, "I dunno."
You tried really hard not to add any threats, but the hesitation doesn't make you happy, "...and I won't tell Tony you spent all morning on Facebook."
She lets out a sigh. |