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Introduction:  This is a part of a completed story.  It gets a lot heavier still which may not be to everyones tastes.



Jill’s story - Part 5


He slides a photo out from under his forms and turns it around putting it in front of me.  The tables are very close to each other in this place as in most busy popular coffee shops, the people next to us are no more than two feet away.  I quickly grab the photo and curve it away from our neighbours towards the window.  I stare in horror at it.  

It is a very clear shot with me as the primary subject.  

I am sitting at my desk looking at someone standing close on my right, their head is cut off by the top of the photo.  The photo is straight on with me in the centre vertically and horizontally, it looks like two different pictures pasted together with a glass desk separating them.  The most distinct object in the bottom half are thick pussy lips being held open by a hand which has its middle finger extended down the slit.  The finger is slightly out of focus or smudged.  Maybe it is moving too fast for the shutter speed.  The top half, above the glass desk, shows my top half in a smart looking blouse which appears almost normal except maybe it’s slightly loose.  

Steve is tapping the table in front of me, I look down and immediately grab another photo he has put there.  In terms of the setting, the scene is very similar to the previous one, two people and a glass desk.  The pose and wardrobe are different, with the distinctive split between top and bottom being maintained by the bisecting desk.  Here the bottom half shows a decent pair of legs in suit pants, crossed in a feminine lady like fashion. The top has a similar elegance of pose, sitting up straight shoulders back etc. 
Except it looks like the subject, me again, has been caught in the process of taking off their jacket.  It’s off the shoulders and half way down my upper arm.  From there the picture turns a little more erotic, there is again a man standing next to me but he now has his arm stretched out and across my chest ending in his hand, of course, which is cupping my left breast.  My right hand appears to be holding his hand to my breast.  Again I am looking up towards the man in the photo.  

After taking this all in, in about 10 seconds, I quickly look down at the table to check if any further pictures have materialised there as if by magic.  None have.  I hold the two I have with the picture side to my chest and look at Steve reproachfully.  Once he sees he has my attention he pulls out another piece of paper and puts it in front of me, it’s not a photo thank goodness.  
It looks like a printed email, which it is.  It’s from me and is addressed to someone I don’t know, but I recognise the domain part of the address, its BCS.  It says, “Hi, I have attached the roadmap for the project I told you about the other day. HTH”.  I can see the attachment has the name of one of the projects I am working on in my new job.  Below the email is a photocopied newspaper article, its headed “City firm espionage leaves white collar staff doing hard time”.  I skim read it, it’s about my current company and an employee that was prosecuted for giving away company confidential documents and sent to jail for two years as a result.  I go cold, going from being acutely embarrassed to feelings of deep suspicion with no middle ground has left me very confused about what’s going on.
Steve is just sitting looking at me, a slight smile on his face. Not a happy smile, a cruel one.  He makes as if he is closing the file and clumsily pushes it off the table onto the floor, I see several photos fly out onto the floor.  I practically jump off my chair onto the floor and grab all the pieces of paper I can, frantically throwing my head from side to side to see if I missed any.  People near by look down at me in surprise.  When I am sure I haven’t missed anything I stand up and sheepishly look at the people still looking at me and smile feigning innocence.  They soon carry on with their own business.  Steve stands up and says shall we go somewhere a little less exposed.  I nod my head.  He says “follow me”, it sounds very much like a command.

We walk out the coffee shop and around the lobby towards the back.  There are 5 phone booths here, they’re a relic from before the day of the mobile, in the past they were probably used by clients to make important calls.  Steve indicates one and goes in.  I follow him, the door closes behind me.  The booth is only meant for one person, there is a desk which is the width of the booth and takes up a little under half the space.  It has a standard IP phone sitting on it as well as network and telephone sockets. A comfortable looking fake-leather office chair with wheels and arm rests takes up most of the rest of the room with little space to manoeuvre in.  Steve sits on the edge of the desk and indicates the chair for me.
We’re far too close for comfort in here.  I don’t want to sit down, I glare at Steve and I think where to start, I say “I never sent any such email” and pause, he looks at me but says nothing. I continue “I don’t know where you got that from or what you are playing at” I stop short of threatening to call security for the moment, “but either you tell me what this is all about or I call security”, in the end I do threaten calling security not knowing what else to say.  
Steve continues looking at me and then says, “sit down”, he says it as if it is a command, I don’t like his tone at all but I do sit down casually as if that’s what I wanted to do anyway.  Steve is looking at me, it looks like he is weighing up what to say next.  He starts “I am security, that’s how I got the email.  We monitor all new employee’s email accounts for the first six months.  Yours has been most interesting.”  
I reply, “Then you know someone has been blackmailing me”. Steve just looks at me, he holds out his hand, I’m still holding the folder, I hesitate but then hand it to him.  
He opens it up, sorts through the mess of papers that I threw back in after picking them off the floor and finds the one with Adrian using his hand as a human bra. He holds it out to me, he says “Looks like something I’d like to do myself.”  
“Fuck you” I say.  
He cocks his eyebrow at me and says “Do you watch TV?  Have you ever seen the series Oz?”. I have, it’s about a prison, it seems very real to me, all too real. 
I say what I have been thinking now since I first saw them, “where did you get those pictures?”.  
He looks at me and says “I am not a patient man, but I realise that your position may take a while to adjust to.  You don’t have a while.  Adjust now.  I am taking some risk here in not immediately bringing you to the attention of the head of security. While I hope that it is the right decision for me and will have its rewards which out way the risks, I could just as easily not take any risk at all.”  It seems clear what he wants but it’s just too clinical. What does he expect me to do, get my tits out right here in the booth with only a thin sand blasted glass partition between us and the lobby.  Steve is also a total stranger, I had actually got a little used to Adrian over the past weeks but Steve I have never met in my life.  
Steve gets up, sighs and opens the door, I say “where are you going?”, unconsciously putting my hand on his arm to stop him.  He looks down at my hand, I remove it, then he looks pointedly at my chest, from tit to tit through the blouse, then back to my face, he shrugs and starts to move out the door again.  I quickly say “close the door”, he looks sideways at me, smiles his cruel smile, steps back into the booth and closes the door.  
Reseating himself on the desk he folds his arms and looks at me.  I lift my hands to the bottom of my blouse, today I am wearing a fitting white blouse which has many small hooks instead of buttons holding it closed, I find the first hook.  Pulling the two sides together I release the hook and move up to the next.  Still looking at Steve who is now watching my hands, I undo the next hook and so I make my way up.  By the time I have reached the bottom of my tits my bare stomach is in view.  I hesitate briefly but then carry on, my bra covered tits pop out before I reach the top.  When my blouse is completely open I reach up and under the back for my bra clip and snap it open, the bra springs forward releasing the pressure keeping my tits in check, the cups go loose around my tits.  I leave my bra hanging down over my tits and sit back in the chair.  
Steve says “Don’t waste my time”.  I sit forward and slip my blouse down over my shoulders and off, then my bra straps and my bra falls away.  My tits are free in the office air once again.  Steve gives a low whistle and stares at them, “They really are very nice indeed”.  
“Thank you” I say before I can catch myself.  My nipples harden with the cool air exposure.  
Leaning back against the partition at the back of the desk, Steve says “It looks like you have got me a little excited”.  I can see he seems to have an erection pushing up the front of his pants.  Oh god I think, what does he want now, but I know what he wants.  He says “I think you should sort the problem you have created out.  Or you can spend the next two years with a wardens stick every day and night”.  
I don’t look at him, he has opened his legs wide, I ease the chair forward in between them until it is against the desk.  Then I reach forward for his belt and undo it, I am feeling very angry but don’t know what else to do, I haven’t had any time to think.  I undo his pants button and unzip the fly.  His underpants push up through the gap, I peel them back exposing his hard penis which rises up even more without the underpants holding it down.  I must think about this clinically I tell myself, it is just an organ and me, I can deal with it.  I take hold of it in my right hand, folding the fingers around the shaft.  It feels warm and soft, that’s what it is I tell myself a warm and soft human organ.  I run my hand up to the tip and then down to the base and up to the tip and down to the base again.  I curry on doing this almost mesmerising myself with the concentration I am exerting to treat this act as simply me and a human organ with needs.  My hand is creating a little too much friction, I lean forward sliding my tits over the desk and take the head in my mouth, I slide my lips down the shaft to my hand which is gripping the base, then I slid my lips and hand together up the shaft until my hand wraps over the top of the head.  Twisting my hand back and forth around the head and then the shaft as I slide it back down again with my lips and warm moist mouth following closely also twisting as they do.  I know previous organs I have dealt with in this way have really enjoyed it.  I carry on sliding up and down the shaft all the time twisting my hand and mouth around it as I go.  
It seems like only the tenth stroke of his penis when Steve grabs my hair and yanks my mouth off, hoarsely he says “keep your hand going”.  I start pumping with my hand again, he says “bring those tits up here”.  Using my left arm under my tits I lift and push them forward between Steve’s legs.  He reaches down with both his hands and takes a nipple between each hands fingers and squeezes, then he pulls them towards him distending the nipple and tits. I clench my teeth but don’t make any sound. “Keep going” he says, then “I am going to come, make sure it’s on your tits”.  I pull his penis forward until it is bent slightly over my tits and keep pumping. He explodes with cum shooting straight up and falling onto my tits, some of it hits me on the chin and drips down.  I keep pumping and he cums some more until he lets go of my left nipple and grabs my hand stopping it from pumping.  Some cum oozes out of the tip and runs down the side of his shaft, Steve’s head is resting back against the partition and his eyes are closed.  He is still firmly gripping my left nipple and holding my hand still at the base of his shaft.  He lets go of the nipple but holds the hand, still with his eyes closed he says “clean it up.. gently!”.  
Looking down at my hand wrapped around his shaft and the come still oozing out I almost retch. The spell of the organ and me is broken, it’s now Steve and his penis and I don’t like it.  He reaches with his left hand and grabs my head and pulls it forward, I open my mouth and let his penis slide in, once again it is just a penis, cum and me.  I take his softening shaft in my mouth right down to my hand, then closing my lips around the shaft I slide my mouth up the shaft keeping all the cum in my mouth.  I swallow, his hand releases mine holding the base of his penis and I pump it slowly up his shaft bringing the cum still inside to the tip.  As I see it forming I put just my lips around the head and lick and suck it off.  My hand is also covered with cum.

I sit back and look at the cum on my tits which is starting to run down and around the globes.  I don’t have my bag or any tissues with me so I rub the come into my skin to make it dry and stop it from dripping onto my clothes.  When I think it is dry enough I grab my bra off the floor where it has fallen and put it back on over my sticky tits, then I put my blouse on.  In the mean time Steve has examined his red spent penis and put it back into his pants, he is now sitting back looking at me and seems quite pleased with himself.  I stand up and look down to check I look vaguely decent then I open the door and walk out without looking back at Steve.  If he says anything I don’t hear it.  It is 12:00 noon now and I head back up to my office, I am hoping that most people are out to lunch.  When I get up to the office it is quiet and I grab my bag and jacket and head straight out again.  I decide to go home and call in to say I have fallen ill.

To be continued.