Sandra got into the office early the next morning. She had hardly slept at all the night before and she was feeling tired and on edge at the same time. She had thought about her problem and had not been able to come up with a solution. She was greeted by another e-mail from her blackmailer as soon as she opened the e-mail program on her desktop. "I had a good time with you yesterday, but things have only begun. Keep your eyes out for the next game we are going to play."
Sandra felt a blackness descend upon her. How could she ever get out from under the threats of the blackmailer, this could go on for months, even years. She would always be vulnerable to his, if it was a he, demands. Her only hope was that the blackmailer would grow bored with her and just quit fucking with her. Then she had another thought, maybe there was a way to find out who the e-mails were coming from, or at least where they were coming from.
She headed to the office, if you could call the large room filled with servers, hubs, wires, and dozens of computers in various states of disrepair, of Ron Powers the company's network and hardware administrator. His office was located down in the basement next to the mail room. Ron was about thirty years old, dark long greasy looking hair, white pasty skin, a little overweight, glasses, and a perpetual scowl that came from people asking him to do the impossible all the time. Sandra could see his eyes drift to her tits and shapely legs when she walked up to him and she said in as friendly of a voice as possible, "I wonder if you might help me with a little e-mail situation, but I need your promise to be discrete."
Ron looked at her, his eyes fixed upon her tits, and said, "Maybe I could take a look at your problem in a couple of weeks. Unless you are broke down Mr. Jenkins is busting my ass to get the new server protocols up and running." Then he raised his eyes from her tits and looked her in the eyes with some curiosity and said, "What you been messing around with some porn or something? You need old Ronnie to erase some shit you don't want people to see?"
Sandra was at least relived that he would hear her out as she said, "Well it is of a more personal nature. Someone is sending me suggestive e-mails, but I am afraid it might be someone I report to. I want to know who it is without reporting it to HR, in case I want to handle it privately."
Ron looked at her and answered, "Privately huh! So what you are saying is that if this person is one of your bosses, or someone you find attractive you might want to play along with them, but if it is someone sort of repulsive, say me for instance, then you want to be able to go running to HR."
Sandra turned red with embarrassment as his comments hit not to far from the truth, and she did not know what to say. Ron continued to talk, "Well here's the deal my lovely management babe, if you want my help you got to give me something, something of a personal nature if you know what I mean." |