Subject: Compromises - Followup (nosex)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: September 13, 2009
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Summary:
Recently I wrote about how I was forced to have sex with my boss to keep my job.
Admittedly, I ultimately enjoyed it and if it hadn’t been for the circumstances
surrounding everything, I might have even thought about doing it again. That
said, something had to be done about the situation before it got any further out
of hand.
Note: This is for those people who follow my diary and may be curious as to what
happened after my last diary entry. There is no sex in this entry and for those
with vivid imaginations, I doubt what happened is what you “hoped” for.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – How I Got Here
Chapter 2 – Options
Chapter 3 – What I Did
Chapter 1 – How I Got Here
==========================
Don't worry, I’m not going to repeat everything that I just published a few days
ago in my recent diary entry “Compromises”. Just a brief word for those who
have no idea what this is all about...
Ever since I was a little girl, my goal in life was to be a school teacher. My
dad is a lawyer and my mom was a nurse but neither of those professions
interested me. For me, teaching was really the only thing I ever considered. I
worked hard in school, got good grades, suffered through four years at a strict,
conservative college to get a good degree, and finally achieved what I’d dreamed
of – I became a teacher. Albeit, my first position was only temporary, filling
in for a teacher on medical leave, but I had hopes of it becoming permanent.
The pay was crap and the benefits non-existent, but it was a teaching job
nonetheless and besides, it would look good on my resume when I reapplied to one
of those larger schools with huge waiting lists for teachers.
Since I was fourteen and first had sex with the sixteen year-old brother of one
of my friends, I’ve always been sexually active, to put it mildly. Actually,
most people who know me call me a slut – a moniker I actually take pride in as
it says people think I’m sexy and desirable. However, regardless of my
personal lifestyle, I’d always tried to keep it separate from my professional
career. To me, sucking a guy’s dick to have him take me out and pay for a good
time is one thing, putting out for a teacher to get a better grade is another.
If I was going to be a teacher I wanted to make it based on my hard work and
skills –not my sexual prowess.
With that in mind, when my new career hit a speed bump (actually, it was more
like a mountain), it was because exactly what I didn’t want to happen, happened.
The guy I once thought I might marry broke up with me. His family were good
friends of the family of the school administrator where I was working and so he
used the opportunity to pass along some personal information about me and my
family. While nothing that would harm me or my dad (thankfully my boyfriend
didn’t know about THAT relationship), it was enough for the administrator to
meet with me privately and ask for my resignation. Officially I resigned for
“personal reasons” but we both knew as long as he was in office that my teaching
career was on hold – if not forever.
Well, it turned out his term ended sooner than anyone expected when he had a
sudden heart attack and was forced to resign. Assuming his replacement wouldn't
know the details of my departure, I applied for my old position back. As it
turned out, he DID know but rather than turn me away, he used that knowledge to
blackmail into having sex with him as a condition of my employment. Under the
circumstances, I didn’t have much choice so I did what I had to do – what any
girl would have done in my shoes.
Being the new administrator was married to a hot fox with two daughters, had he
simply hired me and then later made a pass at me, the odds were I would have
gladly had sex with him. Indeed, he was exactly the type of guy that turns me
on when it comes to having recreational sex. He was taking a HUGE risk in
fucking me and even better, to want me that bad when he had a wife at home as
hot as she was and as sexually open as she was just made it all the better for
me.
Unfortunately, there were several things that turned this from being what should
have been something fun and exciting to a nightmare that upset me and made me
look for whatever I could do to stop it. The issue for me was that it involved
my job – as in whether or not I had one. Making sex a condition for my
employment was exactly what I did NOT want to ever happen so he was forcing me
to enter into something I never wanted.
That alone would have been enough but then there was my “rule” about fucking
married men – only do them once. Doing a married guy again is like shooting a
deer after it’s already down from the first shot. It’s the fact he cheated on
his wife in order to have sex with me, that he put everything on the line
because of his lust for me, that his wife had no idea what I was doing with her
husband – those are what turn me on when I have sex with a married guy. After
the first time, it’s just another a rerun where you already know the ending.
Also, I have no desire to be some guy’s mistress where basically he gets all the
benefits and I get nothing but having to skulk about worrying that his wife will
find out – and she inevitably will.
With Mr. Eisenberg, there was a third strike in that I spent almost a week in
California with his family this past summer at a church convention. He forced
me to go so he could fuck me a few times while we were there. It only
complicated things as I got to know his wife personally and thus she shifted
from being the faceless, clueless wife at home to a woman with thoughts and
feelings. Maybe we weren't quite friends but still, she was no longer someone I
could just brush off when he was cheating with me.
When I started school this fall, Mr. Eisenberg and I didn't even have any sort
of real discussion for the first few weeks until last Friday when he told me to
meet him in his office after school for a “performance review”. Well, he wanted
to review my performance, that was certainly true, but it was NOT my teaching
skills that were in question. There was never any doubt I would pass such a
review – nor any of the others he implied would be scheduled in the future.
What upset me the most when it was over wasn’t even the fact that he had made me
do it in order to keep my job. THAT was bad but there were something far worse.
No, what really upset me was how I reacted once things got started. It was like
I hadn’t had been fucked in ages instead of just under a week ago. It was like
once things got started I couldn’t control myself and I became exactly the dirty
slut for he desired, even to the point I literally begged him to fuck me before
it was over.
On the drive home from my “review”, I swore I would find an answer to this
situation. I knew it couldn't continue as eventually we would be found out –
these things ALWAYS become public knowledge sooner or later. As for his career,
I didn’t give a damn about his but I WAS worried sick about mine. Plus, he was
married and so there were all those complications as well. The key questions
was, what could I do? It’s not like I had all that many options.
Chapter 2 – Options
===================
When I mentioned my situation to a guy I knew from on-line that I talked to a
lot (he’s not on my website anywhere so don't bother looking), he had three
suggestions for me in an email that soon followed out chat...
Dear Kelly,
After thinking about your situation with Mr. Eisenberg, I had an idea - why
don't you talk to
your father about it? He is a lawyer, right? So he could advise you as to
what sort of legal
grounds you may have to do something about it. Plus, since he loves you,
he will
understand the predicament that has occurred and not be judgmental of you
in any way.
As I see it, your choices are:
1. Try to make him stop through threats of legal action. In my mind this is
the best choice
but also the riskiest
2. Try to make the best of it until you can get another job - in doing that,
you can keep
making excuses as to why you can’t do it with him that often and/or make
it as
unenjoyable for him as possible.
3. Tell him you don’t mind doing it with him as long as he doesn’t threaten
you with your
job (like you said that’s how you felt), In my mind, this is the worst
choice....it seems to
me to be very contrary to so much you have told me about your beliefs.
I am here to help you with this however I can Kelly.
Love,
Xxxxx
Although I had thought pretty much along the same lines at first, I had to
reject all three options. The first, threaten him with legal action, would have
certainly worked but would also have dragged in lawyers and investigators who
would be sure to make my past sexual history a part of the case and who knows
how deep they might be able to go. It was way too risky.
The second choice would have worked great – IF I only a few months to go before
the year was over but I now face an entire school year so there’s no way I could
stall him off that long. All he would have to do is file an unsatisfactory job
performance review and I would be history – as well as blacklisting me from
every other school in the future.
The last choice I actually seriously considered for quite a while. It would’ve
been relatively easy, just give in to him the same way I’d done so far. When
the school year was coming to an end, I could always apply for another job and
leave no worse for wear. Besides, it wasn't like I didn’t enjoy him fucking me.
If I could somehow cast aside my principles for just six to nine months, I could
probably have some good times while keeping my job intact.
Well, in the end I decided I couldn’t do it. I may not be perfect and I know
there are times when I act counter to the things I claim to believe in but who’s
perfect? There’s a difference, though, in doing something “wrong” out of a
moment of weakness or lust and doing that same thing in a premeditated way that
you had time to think about and make an informed decision. Until this situation
with Mr. Eisenberg had developed, I had never taken the easy way out by using
sex and this was no time to start. There HAD to be a way out of this without
becoming a total hypocrite.
Maybe it was a sign as the answer came to me in church. The sermon was boring,
as usual, and my mind was drifting off thinking about my situation with Mr.
Eisenberg. It didn’t help that my dad hadn’t been feeling good this morning so
I didn’t get my usual Sunday morning fuck before church. Needless to say, I was
pretty horny sitting in the pew next to my cousin and Aunt Linda. As usual, I’d
left my panties at home and with my legs crossed I was feeling a bit itchy down
there between them. Since I’d been fucked by Mr. Eisenberg a couple of days
before it had been this way – alternating between being horny as hell and
totally disgusted with myself. Right now I was at the “horny” end of the
spectrum and it was all I could do to keep from putting my hand between my legs
and masturbate. Not that I’d never done it in church but it was at times when I
could be a little more discreet about it.
One of the fantasies I had a number of times was fucking Mr. Eisenberg in front
of his wife and then having her join in. She was really hot for her age and the
couple of times I’d seen her dressing while we were out in California were
enough to make me wish she wasn't so straight as a ruler. Her female instincts
allowed her to recognize me as potential threat (which I was, from her
perspective at least) and she had made it plain to me in no uncertain terms that
I was to keep my hands off her husband. Well, she didn’t say to keep my mouth
off, did she?
It was while I was thinking about what it would be like to 69 with his wife when
it struck me. SHE was the perfect solution to my problem. No, I didn’t think
even for a moment that this would be a sexually-oriented solution – she’d made
it perfectly clear to me where she stood on girl-girl sex (an abomination in the
eyes of God among other things). The key for me was deciding how she would
react if she knew her husband was indeed cheating on her with me. I’d gotten
the idea this past summer that while she plainly suspected that he WANTED to
fuck me, she didn’t have proof he DID so she never said anything more. Hmmmm,
so what would she do if she HAD the proof?
I had actually first worried about this very thing back in the spring when Mr.
Eisenberg and I first did it. A the time, my thoughts instinctively took on the
“neuter and divorce him for everything he has” reaction. However, I was
probably biased by what I would do if my future husband ever was so stupid as to
cheat on me. For me, there is no more evil a sin that a man can commit against
his wife than the act of adultery (or vice versa for that matter). Thus I could
never forgive my husband if he were to go out and cheat on another woman behind
my back. Even WITH my knowledge, adultery is adultery and I can’t think of any
situation when it would be excusable, even if both of us supposedly agreed to
it.
Now, as I thought more about it (in between thoughts of her tongue on my pussy),
I wondered if perhaps I’d misread her reactions. There was also the fact she
had two daughters and a family life that would be hurt by a divorce, not to
mention the humiliation of having to deal with the publicity of what her husband
had been doing with me – and right under her nose in some cases. Maybe....
just maybe... she could be the answer to my dilemma.
That afternoon I thought about it some more and I finally came to the point I
had to make a choice between two unsavory options. Option One was clearly the
coward’s way out. I could do nothing and just let him fuck me for the rest of
the school year. That had the advantage of being easy plus I enjoyed having sex
with him. It was bad in that it went against everything I stand for and believe
in and it would taint my teaching career forever. Then there was Option Two:
tell his wife. This was a LOT more risky in that she could go ballistic and
create a public spectacle, ruining both of our careers and possibly exposing my
own family to harm. On the other hand, it would be standing up for what I
believed in and I knew that if it worked, I’d be able to look myself in the
mirror and be proud of who I saw.
Was there really a choice when I came down to it? Once I made up my mind, I
knew I had to do it and get it over with before I chickened out. If I let
myself have sex with him again, and who knows when he might demand it – it could
be tomorrow for all I knew now that he’d broken the ice so to say at school. As
much as I might say otherwise, at least I was honest enough with myself to admit
that I might never be able to stop myself if we did it again.
Chapter 3 – What I Did
======================
With a firm resolve I dialed their home phone number and thankfully his wife was
the one to answer. She sounded surprised to hear me – and for that matter, why
not as I was probably the last person on Earth that she ever expected to call. I
didn’t say much, just asking that she meet me at a local restaurant for a few
minutes to discuss something important. She didn’t even ask me why, just
quickly agreeing and then hanging up without further comment. It was all so
quick I was left wondering if somehow she knew right away what it was all about
– or at least the subject matter.
When I arrived she was already seated and had a hot cup of black coffee before
her. We formally exchanged pleasantries and then I took a seat on the opposite
side of the booth. There was no small talk about the weather or anything.
Instead, we got right to the subject at hand...
It wouldn’t be worth it for me to write down the entire conversation as I’m
pretty sure most anyone can figure out what we said. As I suspected, she didn’t
seem surprised when I told her there was something going on between me and her
husband. Of course, it didn’t help when she mentioned thing like she wasn’t
surprised that a “slut like you” wouldn’t honor her request to leave her husband
alone and such. What could I say? Most likely I’d of been a lot less calm
about it had our situations been reversed.
Mrs. Eisenberg allowed me to say pretty much what I had to say without
interruption other than a few of those sharp comments that I mentioned. When I
was done we just sat there for a couple of minutes, her staring at me like she
was trying to decide whether to just kill me or that I was the lowest form of
life she’d ever encountered – that sort of stare. Feeling a bit awkward, I just
kept my mouth shut and let her take her time in responding. When she did, it
was slow and deliberate.
“Ok, so here’s the deal,” she said in an icy tone, “Let me lay it out so there’s
no misunderstanding this time...”
“One - This is the last time you and I will EVER discuss this – or anything else
for that matter. I never want to have anything to do with someone like you ever
again.”
“Two - You are to stay away from me and my family, especially my daughters. I
don't want them being associated with sluts and whores.”
“Three, if you EVER have any contact with my husband other than what is
absolutely required for your job – and I mean as this school determines it, I
will see to it that you are exposed for what you are - a nasty, despicable whore
who chases and traps married men.”
“Last – you will find another job for next year. If you’re still teaching here
next fall I will see to it that you wish you weren't. Don't worry, I'll make
you sure you get an outstanding recommendation from your boss.”
Then she sat leaned over and looked at me with eyes filled with what I can only
describe as sheer hatred.
“You know... the sad thing is I knew you were going to be trouble the first
time I laid eyes on you. For now I'll accept part of the blame for not stepping
in sooner. Still, I don't know how you can live with yourself being what you
are – and doing what you do. My husband is a good man but he is weak. I can’t
believe he would’ve done this unless you pushed him into it – sorry, I’m not
buying any of your crap about him blackmailing you. You plainly saw an
opportunity and took advantage of him. Now for whatever reason you want out so
you’re trying to make him look like the bad guy. Well, I won’t let you do that
to him.”
With that she started to get up to leave but then she turned back to me and said
in a low voice, “This may not be very Christian of me but I pray that someday
someone will hurt you as badly as you have harmed my family.”
She hurried off, leaving me with the bill which I paid and then I headed home
myself.
Well, at least I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have to worry about having sex with
Mr. Eisenberg again. On the way home I didn't know whether to cry - with joy or
out of shame. I wondered if she really believed what she had told me or was she
just rationalizing so she could address her husband’s infidelity and still keep
their marriage intact? The looks she had given me, the sheer disgust in her
tone of voice, and the nasty things she said about me stung even though I knew
they were more her way of lashing out against her husband than me.
In any case it was done and over. I learned a number of valuable lessons from
all this and hopefully, so did the Eisenbergs.
THE END
20090913 Compromises - Followup