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Jill’s story - Part 10


I get into work very early but Matt is already there, seeing me in early he decides to discuss some work.  I don’t get a chance to check out the videos any further before the office is full and the normal work day has begun.  Damn I think, I am worried that Dave will cause something to be done and whomever is controlling this, possibly Steve, will move the evidence I need to prove my innocence and the lewd videos of me before I can delete them.  But I can’t risk logging into the server during normal office hours.  I tell Dave that I am still getting to the bottom of the device problems and will let him know soon, hoping that this will delay him from pursuing it further himself in the short term.

I don’t hear from Steve all day, but as has become usual I get a message at the end of the day, it’s not the usual demand to meet him, instead it says “I am away today, check your drawer for an assignment.”  Hmm, I check in my draws and find an envelope, it has a printed slip that makes my heart drop, it says “Dave it a nice guy, lets share your body with him.  Get Dave to finger you tonight and take a picture with your phone to prove to me you did it.”  Christ, I don’t know how I can do that, I don’t even know if Dave finds me at all attractive.  I must act quickly if I am to have a chance at doing this, Steve is a vindictive bastard and I do not want to push him at all when he has nothing to lose and could get board of his toy and decide to get rid of me anyway – jail does not appeal to me – there are many things I would do to stay well clear of the criminal justice system.  I walk over to Dave’s desk and start discussing a couple of aspects of another project we are collaborating on, then as casually as I can I mention that I am going to the bar up the road after work, if he is free why doesn’t he come along.  He doesn’t seem to find it a too surprising suggestion and says “Sounds like a great idea, it will be good to talk about work in a casual setting for a change.”  
I think, with any luck you will be fingering your work college in a casual setting.
At the end of the day Dave is packed up and ready when I am, he suggests we walk up to the bar together.  On the way I am a little more flirty than I normally would be, walking close to him and allowing my hand to brush his arm or shoulder as we walk and talk.  Trying to let him know that he is in with a chance if he wants one, and I need him to want one but I don’t want to scare him away by being too over the top.  When we get to the bar I think that to get him to act quickly is going to be difficult, he is probably not the kind of guy to go sticking his fingers into girls pussys on the first night, never mind in public.  The bar is not full, there are tables and couches available.  Dave orders us drinks while I find a table in a moodily lit corner.  I am going to have to get him to drink a fair bit to be forward enough I think, and I am going to have to handle it carefully not to chase him away.  He comes back with a beer and we sit down opposite each other.  We easily slip into small talk about work, I don’t try to direct the conversation and just let it flow, hoping it wont dry up.  I needn’t have worried as it seems we get on very well, I am at ease talking with him and he seems to be the same with me.  I purposefully drink my first drink quite fast, when it is finished he notices and asks if I would like another, which of course I do.  He downs the rest of his, not wanting to look like a softie and heads off to the bar.  I can’t let myself get drunk I need to keep a handle on the situation.  Dave comes back with our drinks.  I sip mine as we continue to chat, I notice this time Dave is drinking a little faster as he relaxes.  Good I think.  He heads off to the restroom, I think I will dump what’s left of my drink, which is most of it, and get another round, hopefully speeding up Dave’s drinking.  I head to the bar putting my almost full drink down at a table along the way.
By the time I get back to the table with the fresh drinks, Dave is back.  He sees me coming and smiles, he says “Have you had a tough day at the office?”.  I reply “You wouldn’t believe how tough it has been lately!”  We clink our glasses together and drink a toast.
Later on the place has got busier and noisier, I have moved around to his couch so that we can hear each other better.  We have had a few more rounds and he is looking and sounding decidedly more relaxed than he normally does.  I am enjoying talking to him and flirting, it has been a long time since I did that with someone I like.  Every now and then I rest my hand on his leg, he has got quite used to that now.  I can see he is thinking about making a move to kiss me but perhaps is unsure of the pace at which things are moving between us. 
Eventually when the place has got even more packed and we are now squeezed onto just a corner of the couch he makes his move, I kiss him back warmly.  He kisses me eagerly, knowing now for sure that I am interested.  I allow myself to get lost in the moment and enjoy the passionate kissing, rubbing my boobs up against his chest feeling my permanently erect nipples bending and rubbing through my thin blouse.  My nipples are aching to be pinched and nibbled.  But I must focus, I need to get a picture of Dave’s fingers in my pussy.  Thinking why I am doing this at all cools my mood at the same time that it heats it.  The image is appealing but the reason is anything but.  I need a light place to get a picture with my phones camera.  I whisper to Dave, “Follow me”, then stand up and head out the bar, Dave follows.  We kiss outside and I say, “I know a place close, it’s not romantic but it is private.”  He says “Lets go”. We hurry down the road, with me leading the way.  I take Dave back to the office, it is open 24 hours, he is looking surprised that we have come here, I take him to the phone booths at the back of the lobby.  I push him down into the chair and close the door behind us, I straddle his lap and kiss him some more.  Realising that my skirt is now around my thighs with my legs splayed wide, I sneak a look down and see my pussy lips squeezing out of the slit panties.  I hope Dave doesn’t think I am too much of a slut!  While we kiss I take his right hand with my left and guide it to my pussy, without looking down he finds my lips and rubs his fingers up and down the slit anticipating his next move. He slips two fingers into my pussy.  I already have my phone ready in my right hand.  Breaking our kiss, I lean back to get some light onto my pussy.  Careful to keep Dave facing up, I angle the phone camera lens towards my pussy now being pumped by Dave’s fingers and press the button a few times, as quickly and carefully as I can so as not to be obvious and then slip the phone into a pocket.  I lean back a little further and allow Dave’s gaze to wonder, his eyes travel down my body until they reach my plush pussy, mesmerised he pumps it with his fingers. 
I suddenly feel degraded, I have just taken pictures of Dave, a man I like, fingering me, for a man I hate.  It kills my mood.  I kiss Dave again, but this time without the passion and more in apology, then I stand up. I say to Dave as way of a reason “We mustn’t get carried away in here, if you carry on doing that to me I will be screaming the place down in minutes.”  I can see he looks abashed, I try to consol him with another kiss.  Then I say “Lets get out of here”, I can see he doesn’t know what to do about his pussy juice slick fingers, hoping he washes his hands often I take his hand and put his fingers into my mouth and suck and lick off the pussy juices.  I smile wickedly at him then turn around and open the door and pull him out after me.
Outside I turn to him and say that I hope he will forgive me but I must go home now, alone.

At home I check the pictures I took with my phones camera.  They have come out well.  My pussy shows clearly, in one of the shots you can even see that Dave’s fingers are slippery from my pussy before they plunge back in.  I choose a shot and send an MMS to Steve.

F. I oversleep, it must be the alcohol that I am not used to. It’s now past the early time I set my alarm for in order to get in before anyone else so I could check out the server.  I head to work and get there just in time for the official work day start.  Dave is already at his desk, I smile at him and sit down at mine.  I have a message from Steve waiting for me, it says “you should be a pro, and I don’t mean photographer”, he also has more demands “Today you will have Dave finger you in the office, at one of your desks.  And I want a photo of course.”
I like Dave actually, but he is going to think I am a slut soon if he doesn’t already I am sure.  Later in the morning I decide its time to get it over with.  I go and sit down at Dave’s desk moving the spare chair around to his side.  He smiles and says hi, I say hi back, then I say “Bring up that network scanner software”.  Dave dutifully loads it up.  I look at him without smiling and say “I am going to tell you something about the traffic we can see coming from this black device.  You are going to find it hard to believe and a lot to take in in one go.  I need to know that I can trust you not to do anything about what I will tell you unless I ask you to.” Dave’s face turns serious and he looks long and hard at me, then he nods.  I say “I also wont be able to answer all your questions now and I’d like you to please accept that.”  He nods again.  “Right, ok, that traffic is a video feed from a camera in the black device.” Dave does look surprised.  I continue “Whats more is that the footage from that camera has been used to blackmail me”.  Now he looks shocked.  “That’s all I can say about it for now.  I have a plan to stop the blackmailer, when I have executed it I will tell you more about it.  There is one more thing I need from you.  I like you Dave and I need you to know that I am not a slut.”  As I finish the sentence I quickly glance around the room to see if anyone is walking around near us, then I take his hand, lifting my skirt with my other hand I open my legs a little and place his hand against my beaver which is squeezing out of the slit pantries.  Dave looks at me with an expression on his face that I can’t read.  I gently rub the back of his hand up and down my soft pussy lips.  He responds by extending his middle finger to push in between the lips up against my clit. I let his hand go and he continues to rub my pussy.  I edge forward on the chair causing my skirt to ride up and putting some light on my bare pussy, then I pull Dave towards my lips to give him a kiss, as I do I reach for my phone which I have already set on camera mode.  I kiss Dave and without him noticing I angle the phones camera towards my pussy and press the photo button a couple times hoping nothing is in the way of the shot.  Then I end the kiss, I look at Dave and think, yes I do like him indeed, pity I have to be a crazy secretive slut with him.  I push the chair back moving out of Dave’s hands range, my pussy was starting to get excited but this is not the time or place.  I say “Thank you, I will explain” and head back to my desk.
Back at my desk I check the pics, there are a couple usable ones which clearly show the office furniture, I MMS one to Steve.
I vow not to read another message from Steve today but I don’t hear from him anyway.  

It is the weekend and I plan to come to the office tomorrow when I should have lots of time to go through the videos on the server and find the evidence I need to stop Steve from having a hold over me.  I just hope that it’s there.

To be continued.