“You… you can’t make me do this…” Tammy said as she pulled at the lingerie and tried to lift the necklace from around her neck.
“Ha, ha, ha, of course I can. In fact I already have.” Johnson replied with a laugh.
Tammy tried in vein to escape the simple fact that he was right, he had, in fact already done it.
Three months ago she was a serious business woman, leading one of the hottest startups in the country. She had been defending it against all manor of takeover attempts, but none more serious than the one by Clifton Industries.
John Clifton, the CEO, was well known for buying startups, stripping them of their IP, and selling off whatever other assets they had. He’d then use that IP in his other divisions or license it out to other companies.
She’d been determined not to sell to him, and had successfully fending off his hostile takeover. Though it had left her company in a precarious position, it had been worth it… or she thought.
The company’s reputation had taken a hit during the fight, so she’d brought in Frank Johnson, a “fixer” in the PR industry, to help them out. He had a 100% success rate, but unfortunately, this time she wasn’t the actual client, Clifton had gotten to him first.
It only took Johnson a half dozen meetings to get into her head and start messing about. She wasn’t sure how he did it, perhaps some innate ability, or some device he had? It didn’t matter, either way she was signing the paperwork to sell her company to Clifton by the end of the first month.
She had also started to dress more and more like a hooker, and acting like one too.
Now, three months later, here she was. A set of breast implants that she’d never wanted, inflated lips, dyed blonde hair, and dressed in sexy lingerie, standing in front of two cameras.
Johnson started one camera recording, and the other taking photos on a timer.
“Dance.” he commanded and she hesitated for only a moment before she started to sway her hips and run her hands all over her body. Grasping her breasts, running her fingers through her hair, slipping her hand down between her legs, slapping her ass as she bent over and exposed her ass to the cameras.
It was humiliating, and only got worse as she started to suck her fingers as she looked directly into the cameras.
Then Johnson undid his housecoat and let it fall to the ground as he stepped into frame. Her eyes locked on to his semi-erect dick and refused to leave it… she need it… god she needed it so bad.
When he arrived beside her, she wasted no time and bent over at the waist and took him into her mouth. It was heaven.
She sucked him off for what seemed like forever, glancing over at the cameras as often as possible, until he grabbed the back of her head and held her in place, as he proceeded to fuck her face with gusto.
Her hands flew out to the sides to begin with, then reached around and came to rest on her back as she gagged and gargled at the assault on her throat.
Eventually he pulled out, slapped her face a few times with his hard shaft, and then nodded down at her.
She dropped to her knees, wrapped her fingers around his dick, and started to jack him off.
“Oh baby, I love your cock so much! I need you to cum all over my face and tits like the dirty little whore I am!”
She continued to verbally degrade and humiliate herself until he finally gave her what she was begging for and sprayed his seed all over her.
Her whole body shivered as the orgasms crashed over her one after the other, until she collapsed on to the floor. By the time she regained any semblance of coherence, Johnson was standing over her with a third camera, recording the blissful look on her cum covered face.
She knew the video and pictures would be all over the internet by the next day, most likely posted from her own accounts. After all Johnson had access to all of her socials as part of the PR work he was supposed to be doing.
Johnson walked over to the other cameras and stopped them recording, taking all three over to the desk with the computer on it. He picked something up and walked back to her, looking down with a smile, he tossed a business card on top of her.
“Go get cleaned up and changed. I want you out of here asap. I’d suggest you make yourself scarce for the new few days until the shit storm passes. The card is for a guy I know, he can get you setup dancing at a club in the city… or another one, if you prefer.”
“I… I don’t want to dance…” she managed to say meekly back to him.
He shrug his shoulders and frowned a little, “Do you think that really concerns me? I’ve done enough of these to know that you don’t have many choices in the matter. Dancing seems to be the ‘best’ option from what some of the others have told me. I mean, I can get you a contact for a porn producer, or an outright brothel if you prefer.”
“NO! No… no.” she repeated herself, trailing off and then picking up the card before standing up and heading back to the change room.
A short while left she’d gotten herself presentable and was heading to the door way as she caught sight of Johnson editing the footage, blurring or cropping out his face, and keeping her perfectly in frame.
“How… how long before you…”
“Upload? Should be a couple more hours at most. I might wait until tomorrow morning depending on how late it is, don’t want any of your business colleagues or friends to miss it in an overnight post or anything.”
He paused for a moment in thought, “I can give you till the morning, let you get out of town tonight.” he said with almost sympathy in his voice.
She nodded, “Thank you.” then she quickly left and got to her car to drive as far away from the city as she could.
