Subject: Compromises - Follow-up
Story Codes: nosex
Diary Date: September 13, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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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
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Chapter 1 – How I Got Here
Chapter 2 – Options
Chapter 3 – What I Did
Chapter 1 – How I Got Here
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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
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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’m here to help you with this however I can Kelly.
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. Hmmmmmm, so what
would she do if she HAD the proof?
I’d 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
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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