I was at work at eight o'clock this morning. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to find out what was in my mail. Christ, computers take such a long time to boot up when you're in a hurry 3; I logged in and checked my email. It was there. str8guy@frea.cc. I thought I was going to be sick. I was too scared to open it, and got up to make a cup of tea first. Then fiddled with my filing tray, paper clips 3; Any sort of displacement activity. I sat before the screen for a couple of minutes, just staring at his name, finger hovering over the keyboard, trying to convince myself to press open. When I finally did, it was because my finger slipped and I did it by accident. Story of my life - never take responsibility for my actions.

So I opened it.

A souvenir of the other night. It was fabulous. Can't wait to do it again. str8guy

There was an attachment, which I didn't want to open but knew I had to. Molly.jpg . How innocent that sounded. I clicked on it and the picture I knew would appear emerged on my screen. Me, topless, smiling at the camera. I quickly closed it down, deleted and trashed the email, and spent the day in a blind panic.

He was waiting for me when I went online tonight. I knew he would.

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Evening Molly. How are you tonight?

[Private Message]medusa>>> not too fantastic, thanx

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Oh dear, what a shame. Any particular reason?

[Private Message]medusa>>> don't piss me about. u know very well

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Ah! I take it you got my email.

[Private Message]medusa>>> yes i did

[Private Message]str8guy>>> You're not on cam yet. I miss seeing your pretty face smiling at me.

[Private Message]medusa>>> not putting it on tonite

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Oh yes you are

[Private Message]str8guy>>> You are if I say you are

[Private Message]str8guy>>> I don't think you have very much choice, do you?

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Cat got your tongue, little Molly?

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Okay, let me explain. You will put your webcam on now please. Immediately. Because if you don't, that picture will be emailed to everyone in your office first thing tomorrow morning. That'd be a nice thing for them to open up on a Tuesday morning, wouldn't it?

[Private Message]str8guy>>> I think you'd probably be spending Easter looking for a new job, wouldn't you Molly Hadley? A bit embarrassing when you have to explain to the family, too...

[Private Message]medusa>>> please, why are u doing this?

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Molly, put your cam on, now. Be warned, I'm firing up Outlook Express as I write.

I didn't have any option. I couldn't let him email that picture to everyone. I'm ambitious, a high flyer. One of the "bright new breed" as Geoff McCabe calls us. I'm going places. That picture would ruin it. I'd never be able to show my face again. I put my cam on and saw my face appear on the screen, pale and frightened. I smiled nervously, but it was more of a grimace that returned from the flickering screen.

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Very good. Well done. Now, put the cam on private.

[Private Message]medusa>>> dunno how to. Never done that b4

[Private Message]str8guy>>> Tools, options, click private. Select password. Let's use molly for your password. Easy to remember.

I did as I was instructed, feeling sick to the pit of my stomach. Immediately, a new box appeared on my screen, with str8guy's name on the title bar. str8guy wishes to talk to you it said. I clicked yes.

[str8guy has entered]

[str8guy] There you are. And how pretty you look tonight.

[medusa] don't patronise me

[str8guy] Not a pretty little thing like you, no. Heavens, I wouldn't dream of it.

He chatted in this vein for about ten minutes. I got angrier and angrier, but felt helpless. I couldn't just log off, or else he would send that damned picture out. So I just had to sit there and take it.

[str8guy] Well, I'm waiting.

[medusa] what 4

[str8guy] Please stop using that silly texting language. Use English. You're perfectly capable of that, you're a big girl now.

[str8guy] I'm still waiting

[medusa] what for

[str8guy] Tonight's performance. Take your top off.

[medusa] no

[str8guy] Molly Hadley, of Chestnut Gardens, Peterbank, who works in Chase McCabe Management, I don't think you're in a position to argue are you? Just do it, please. I'm getting impatient.

It was getting out of hand. I was caught in a trap - damned if I did and damned if I didn't. If I refused he'd send the picture out. If I agreed he'd have even more pictures of me. How did I get into this bloody mess? Feeling cheap and tawdry, I peeled off my tee-shirt and unhooked me bra. I sat down and saw the blur of activity on the cam settle into an aggrieved picture of my bared chest. Again, I sat topless on cam. And this time it felt much, much worse. Before was just a drunken flash, but this was a private show, for someone who knew me, but who I didn't know. I felt used.

[str8guy] Oh, very nice. Just how I remember them. Small but perfectly formed.

[medusa] u got what u wanted. Can I go now?

[str8guy] Molly! I told you! Stop texting! Use English, like a grown up girl.

[medusa] fuck u

[str8guy] Do you think it's wise to aggravate me? Given that I have pictures of you from Friday night and now tonight as well? Once could have been forgiven as drunken carelessness, but twice? Quite the little internet exhibitionist, aren't you?

[medusa] who are you? do i know you?

[str8guy] Yes, of course you know me. You see me every day. You saw me today, in fact, even spoke to me. Could you play with your nipples please? Make them stiff for me?

I went cold all over. Of course, I'd been thinking about this all day. Who was it? Somehow, I'd kind of persuaded myself that it was just an acquaintance, someone I knew casually, but not anyone I met often. Certainly not someone from work. I guess I knew that was bullshit, really - wishful thinking - but I tried to convince myself. None of this seemed so bad, that way.

But now that I knew, now that I knew it was someone who worked with me, dealt with me every day - had spoken me today, even - that made it much, much worse. The fact that someone was seeing me like this tonight, stripped off, and would then speak to me tomorrow, all official and business-like, without me knowing who it was - it makes me feel revolted just to think about it.

[str8guy] Molly, your nipples please.

[str8guy] I won't ask you again. I will close this box down and start emailing everyone in the office straight away, unless you do as I ask.

So what the fuck could I do? Virtually on automatic pilot, I lifted my right hand and started tweaking my nipple. I stared at the cam as coldly as I could, my faced blank. I didn't want to give the bastard the pleasure of seeing any emotion on my face. All the while, I ran through people in the office, trying to figure out who it could be.

[str8guy] Oh yes, that's lovely, Molly. Now the other one.

[str8guy] Mmm, delightful. Now both together

[str8guy] that's it.

[str8guy] twist them. hard

[str8guy] squeeze your tits

[str8guy] squeeze your little titties molly

[str8guy] nice, nice

[str8guy] show me a close up. your nipple

[str8guy] oh that's lovely. Very pretty. Quite stiff. Perky. Are you turned on Molly?

[str8guy] are you turned on Molly?

[medusa] no

[str8guy] I think you are. Pull the cam back now. I want to see your face and tits together again.

[str8guy] yes, lovely. Lick your lips for me

[str8guy] look like you're enjoying yourself

[str8guy] lips, molly

[str8guy] yes, that's it

[str8guy] you've got me all hard, Molly. Do you like that?

[str8guy] do you like to think that my cock is all hard from watching you play with yourself.

[medusa] no

[str8guy] imagine it. Think about it sliding into your mouth. Your tongue licking it. Sucking it, Molly. Are you thinking about it?

[medusa] no

[str8guy] yes you are, I know you are. Think - my big dick, in your hand, sliding it into your mouth. Lick your lips again.

[str8guy] oh yes, that's it. now open your mouth

[str8guy] excellent. form an "o" shape

[str8guy] yes, that's right. My cock sliding in there Molly. Think. Think about it. Can you picture it Molly? I can. My cock's big and hard, just for you.

[str8guy] do you like it?

[medusa] no

[str8guy] do you want my cock molly?

[medusa] no

[str8guy] squeeze your tits molly

[str8guy] yes good. I'm hard, Molly. Who made me big and hard

[str8guy] who made me big and hard Molly?

[str8guy] Molly, answer me. And twist your nipple again

[medusa] i did

[str8guy] who made it like that?

[medusa] i did

[str8guy] did what Molly. keep playing with yourself

[str8guy] that's it, lovely nipples

[str8guy] what did you do Molly

[medusa] i made you big and hard

[str8guy] oh god, yes you did. i'm going to come now. Think Molly - my come in your mouth

[str8guy] now

[str8guy] now

[str8guy] now

[str8guy] come

[str8guy] ...

[str8guy] mmmmmmmmmm

[str8guy] oh Molly, that was good, wasn't it?

[medusa] glad you thought so, wanker

[str8guy] You'll learn to be more appreciative, Molly, I can assure you. Thank you for your efforts tonight. I'll see you at work in the morning. Bright and early.

[str8guy] Just think, as soon as I see you, I'll be able to imagine those nipples - all hard and stiff for me. Sweet dreams, little Molly.

[str8guy has quit]

And the chat-box closed. I was left holding my tits, feeling like a whore, tears rolling down my cheek, panicking about what is going to happen next.