Chapter 11: Phone Call
Harriet paced outside James' office, feeling vulnerable and anxious. She had been hoping to avoid any further confrontation with her boss, but it seemed her time had finally come. Steeling herself, she knocked gingerly on the door. To her surprise, James opened the door almost immediately and beckoned for her to enter. As she stepped inside, she felt her heart racing. She was still unaware of the reason for this meeting, but she had a bad feeling it wasn't going to be pleasant. The air in the office was thick with tension. James sat behind his desk, an unreadable expression on his face. He hadn't said a word, but Harriet could sense the hostility emanating from him. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl being scolded by her headmaster.
James leaned forward on his desk, clasping his hands together. "Harriet," he said in a stern tone. "I have received some information that concerns me greatly."
Harriet swallowed hard, feeling an icy coldness running down her spine.
She had a bad feeling about what James was about to say. His eyes were trained on her, focusing intently as if he could see right through her.
She shifted nervously from foot to foot, trying to hem and haw an excuse for why she shouldn't be punished in any way. But all that seemed to come out of her mouth was stuttering mumblings and half-baked lies. James' face remained impassive, and his eyes never left her.
Harriet felt like she was on trial for a crime she didn't commit. Her mind raced with possibilities of what could have caused this confrontation: one of the patrons who had been in The Clocktower Bar? One of her co-workers? It didn't matter.
"There was an incident outside the bathrooms last week, I checked the cctv and guess what I saw?" James' voice was ice cold, he leaned forward on his desk and looked into Harriet's eyes.
Harriet felt a pang of fear shoot through her body, she knew what this conversation was about before James even said it. She had been in there with Tommy. Matt had come looking for her and they'd managed to not get caught at the time. But James would have seen everything. He'd have seen her return to Matt like nothing had happened.
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out as she tried valiantly not to break down in front of him.
James sat back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips as he took pleasure in her discomfort.
"I know everything," he said calmly as Harriet shook with fear and frustration. "And this information gives me some leverage over you."
Harriet's mind raced - she had to think quickly or else suffer the consequences of whatever it was that James knew about her affair with Tommy.
She had been careless and now it was catching up to her.
She tried to keep her composure, but the fear in her chest made it difficult for her to breathe normally. "What do you want from me?" she asked finally, trying not to sound too desperate or vulnerable.
She didn't want James to think he had power over her, but she also didn't know what information he held or how much it could potentially hurt her.
Harriet felt a sudden surge of anger at herself for being so careless.
"I'm going to need that uniform back" James said after a moment of silence. She turned to leave. She loved this job and she cursed that it could end like that.
"Wait." James called as she turned away
from him.
Harriet stopped and turned back to face him, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his next words. She felt an overwhelming sense of dread wash over her at the thought of losing this job.
"You can take it off here," James said softly, looking Harriet directly in the eyes.
Harriet was trapped, she had nowhere to go and no one to turn to for help. James knew things about her that would ruin her life if it got out.
She was vulnerable and desperate to keep her job. She was also terrified of the reality that James held all the power in this situation.
She had seen him make threats before, and she knew that he never hesitated to follow through with them. She removed her shirt. Her cheeky flushed with fear and excitement. But despite the fear in her chest, Harriet couldn't help but feel the excitement at the idea of taking off her uniform for James. It was against every instinct in her body to give into his demands so easily, but there was something thrilling about his dominance.
Harriet shifted uncomfortably, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and her heart race with nervousness. James eyed her with a knowing smile as she undid the zip of her skirt, slowly revealing a lacy black thong.
He stood up, he was a big man, he loomed over her. She was scared, but something deeper and primal inside enjoyed this situation. He was the boss, after all, and there was something taboo in that.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought about it.
Harriet breathed in deeply, trying to calm herself down and gather all her thoughts together.
"Do as I say, and we can forget about this whole incident." James' tone was stern, leaving no room for argument.
"Take it off." he ordered softly, his voice laced with danger and desire.
Harriet didn't hesitate for a moment before stripping out of her shirt and slowly pulling her skirt down to her ankles. Leaving herself standing there in just her bra and panties.
James' eyes widened at the sight of her, a lustful glint in his eye as he ran a hand through his hair. He took a step toward her, and Harriet felt like she was standing on shifting sand. She didn't know what to do or how to react - all she knew was that this situation had suddenly become very real and very dangerous for her.
"James," she whispered softly, trying not to show any fear but feeling it nonetheless.
He didn't respond, but instead stepped closer to her. Harriet could feel his warm breath on her skin as he looked down at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. She shivered despite herself, feeling the first twinges of arousal mixed in with the fear and uncertainty of this situation.
She closed her eyes, trying to steady her nerves and focus on the present moment.
"Take off your bra," James said in a low growl, his voice filled with desire. Harriet hesitated for just a moment before complying, shrugging out of her straps and letting it fall to the floor at their feet.
She felt exposed and vulnerable standing there in front of him like this – but she refused to show weakness or fear in front of him.
Instead, Harriet took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves as she gazed up at James.
He was so close now that she could feel his warm breath on her skin again, and despite the fear in her heart, a spark of lust burned beneath it all. She didn't know what had come over her – but there was something about this situation that felt both exciting and terrifying all at once.
James' eyes flicked between her chest and face, a lustful glint in his eye as he slowly approached her. Harriet felt herself shifting nervously from foot to foot, trying to find something – anything – she could hold onto to keep herself grounded in the present moment.
"You have such beautiful breasts," James murmured softly, his voice low and husky as he ran a finger down one of her nipples.
Harriet shivered at the touch, her body responding instinctively to his words and actions. She felt a surge of desire pulse through her veins as she realized how turned on she was by this scenario – even if it was terrifying and dangerous for her.
James placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her gently to sit down on the edge of his desk. She felt a mix of nerves and excitement as he leaned in closer to her, their faces just inches apart.
"You're quite beautiful when you blush like that," James whispered softly, gazing at Harriet with an intense stare that made it difficult for her to look away.
He placed a gentle kiss on top of each one of her breasts before pulling away from her and standing up straight. Harriet felt her heart racing in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her.
"Take off your panties." James said, his voice low and husky as he reached out a hand towards her. Harriet hesitated for just a moment before complying, shrugging them down slowly until they landed at their feet beside the bra.
She felt exposed and vulnerable, but also a spark of lust that she couldn't deny.
James stepped back from her, admiring her naked body before him. He swiped his hand through her hair and tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "You're such a good girl, Harriet," he said in a voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"I don't know what you mean, James." She stammered, trying to cover the moisture building between her legs with some semblance of composure.
He laughed quietly before placing his hands on either side of her hips and pulling gat her gently until she was kneeling directly in front of him. Harriet's heart raced as she looked up at James, her blue eyes shining with desire and fear.
"Oh yes," he murmured.
"You are quite the private little adventurer aren't you? Always hiding your wild side from everyone else."
Harriet swallowed hard, feeling a surge of arousal combined with a deep sense of shame at what she had done.
She couldn't believe that she had just allowed herself to be caught in such a way – and now, not only was her job on the line but also her relationship with Matt.
While she was contemplating her situation, James unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis, the size of which made her gasp in surprise.
"You're going to suck my cock," he said sternly.
Harriet hesitated for a moment, not wanting to do as he said but knowing that refusing would only make things worse. James reached down and gripped the back of her head,
forcing her to take him into her mouth.
Harriet gagged at first, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her as she tried to adjust to the roughness of James' cock in her mouth. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, despite the fact that this was all happening under duress.
"Don't stop," James growled softly, his voice thick with desire as started to pump her mouth. Harriet couldn't believe what was happening, her thoughts swirling with confusion and arousal as she continued to suck him off. She didn't know why she was doing this – but something inside of her refused to stop even though it went against every instinct she had in her body.
"That's a good girl," James whispered, his voice low and husky as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Harriet gagged at first, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her as she tried to adjust to the size of James' cock in her mouth. She was salivating uncontrollably, but couldn't help it.
James reached down and gripped the back of her hair tightly, forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth until she felt as though he might choke her.
She found herself willing to do anything that James asked of her – and as she deepthroated him, a thrill ran through her body.
"That's it," James said in a low growl, his voice filled with desire as he gripped the back of Harriet's head tighter. "Take me all the way down your throat."
Harriet hesitated for just a moment before complying again, letting go and taking him deeper into her mouth until she felt like she might choke on him. James groaned heavily, his hand clutching the back of her head as she deepthroated him. "You're a good girl Harriet," he whispered again, his voice filled with lust and desire. It had a profound effect on her, being complimented by her boss. She moaned with satisfaction, her slender fingers curling around the base of his shaft as she slowly took him into her mouth again. Her cheeks hollowed in and out with each stroke, releasing a small sound at the back of her throat as she savoured every last drop.
James' hands moved up to cup the sides of Harriet's face gently, holding her still as he continued to fuck her mouth until he felt his climax approaching.
"You're such a good little slut, Harriet," he whispered as he let out a deep groan signaling his impending orgasm.
"I knew you had a wild side, but I never thought you would be so eager to please."
Harriet felt an overwhelming mix of emotions - shame, excitement and lust all colliding within her at once. She continued sucking James' cock as he let out several more grunts before finally ejaculating into her mouth with a loud moan. His hands gripped the back of her head firmly until he was finished filling her mouth.
Harriet swallowed hard, her eyes shut tight as she tried to contain the mixture of pleasure and shame that was coursing through her body.
James pulled out of her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva on his cock before wiping it off on her cheek.
"You really are quite the naughty little slut, aren't you?" He said, his voice low and dangerous as he stood up to tower over her.
Harriet shook with fear and excitement at the same time, feeling a mixture of emotions that she didn't understand but couldn't deny. She tried to speak but no words came out - all she could do was nod weakly in response.
He was still hard, even after everything he had just done to her. The thought made Harriet feel a mixture of disgust and arousal – she didn't know how to process the emotions coursing through her body.
"Here's your punishment," James said before pushing his penis into Harriet's mouth again in one swift motion. She gagged at first but forced herself to swallow as much of him as possible, feeling his cock slide down her throat with ease due to the lubrication remaining from their earlier activities.
As her boss's cock hit the back of her throat, Harriet moaned uncontrollably, her body reacting without her consent. With each thrust of his hips, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she lost herself in the sensations.
Harriet's mouth was on fire as James began to pound her face, his groans of pleasure echoing in the quiet office. Harriet's phone began vibrating in her pocket, the sound sending shivers down her spine.
"Shit," she heard James say, breaking his rhythm.
Harriet remained still, James' cock still in her mouth, she looked up at him. Waiting for him to continue.
"You better answer that."
The threat was clear, and Harriet reluctantly pulled her phone out of her pocket.
She saw her boyfriend, Matt's name flashing on the screen, and her heart sank. James held out his hand, indicating for her to answer.
"Hey, Baby," she said into the phone, trying to sound natural. James used this opportunity. She was distracted talking to Matt. He stood Harriet up and led her to his desk. She hesitated, unsure of what to do. He pushed her forward, until she was bent over his desk. One hand still holding her phone and she was trying to continue her conversation with Matt.
The other hand grasping the edge of James' desk to steady herself. Her heart raced, her stomach churned and her thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion, terror and attraction.
Harriet tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke to her Matt. Her heart was racing as she struggled to control her nerves. She could feel James' hand on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer to him. The heat of his body was palpable, and the bulge against her lower back was a constant distraction.
She struggled to maintain her balance, her eyes locked on the wall in front of her, still trying to keep composure on the phone. James lined his cock up with her slick pussy. He waited until she was mid-sentence and then pushed the length of his cock inside her.
Harriet let out a soft moan as he filled her, the pressure making her thighs tremble. Her eyes clamped shut tight as she fought to keep control. She wanted to pull away, to make him stop, but her body betrayed her as she remained frozen in place, her pulse racing.
"Harriet? Are you okay?" Matt asked, concern lacing his voice.
Harriet hesitated, her mind racing.
She glanced back at James, who wore a smirk of triumph on his face. He leaned forward, his hand moving to grip her hip.
Harriet gasped as he pressed his hips forward, slamming into her with force. James' other hand reached up to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple roughly.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot. I could do this all day," James growled in her ear.
The world around her blurred as she lost herself in the moment. Matt's voice sounded distant and warped, like he was speaking underwater.
"Harriet? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
She struggled to find her voice, to respond, but everything seemed so far away. Her body was alive with sensation, her pussy clenching around James' cock with each thrust as he fucked her harder and faster.
Harriet knew she should be feeling disgusted by what was happening, but instead, she felt a strange sense of excitement. As if she was being taken over by something primal, something beyond her control.
As James' pace increased, Harriet felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. In fact, she was so caught up in the moment that she didn't even notice when Matt hung up on her.
She was completely focused on the way that James was fucking her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her over and over again.
Harriet felt a surge of pleasure as she approached orgasm, her body shaking with the force of her climax. She cried out loudly, her voice echoing throughout the empty office as she felt James' cock pulse inside her. Filling her up. She could feel his seed spilling out and dripping down her thighs as he finally released inside her.
Pulling out of her, James stepped back, allowing Harriet to collapse onto his desk, panting and sweating.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang again, jolting her back to reality. She looked down, seeing Matt's name displayed on the screen once more. She took a deep breath, preparing to answer.
"H-Hello?" she stammered, her voice shaking
as she fought to regain her composure. The sound of James' hands smacking her bottom filled her ears, and she felt a sudden flush of heat spread across her cheeks.
"What's going on?" Matt demanded, his tone firm.
Harriet's mind raced as she tried to come up with a plausible explanation. "I-I'm just in the middle of something," she stuttered, desperately seeking a way out of the situation.
"Are you okay?" Matt repeated, his concern audible. "Something doesn't sound right.
What are you doing?" Matt said, worry lacing his voice.
"I'm fine," Harriet lied, her mind reeling. "Just finishing up some work."
"Work? You sounded...distracted," Matt said, his suspicion growing.
Harriet paused, trying to think of a plausible excuse. Finally, she came up with a half-truth.
"I'm with a customer," she said quickly, her voice steady.
"I'll call you back later, okay?"
Harriet hung up the phone, heart racing. She was torn between guilt and ecstasy as her mind raced. She couldn't keep this up forever, the fear of being exposed always looming. She breathed deep, trying to slow her heart rate. She couldn't risk losing her job, it was her only source of income. She looked up at James, her breath hitching as he began to zip up his pants. She felt a surge of fear and excitement at the same time.
She started picking her cloths up from the floor.
"Leave those" James ordered, as she went to pick up her panties.
She stood naked, facing him. He ogled her as she started tentatively putting the rest of her clothes on.
"Can I at least clean up?" She looked at him with pleading eyes. Gesturing to the cum dripping down her leg.
“Get back out to the bar, before they notice you've gone,” James said sternly, his tone laced with cruelty.
Harriet nodded quickly, feeling a mix of shame and arousal at the thought of James' control over her. She quickly dressed and left the office, making her way back to the bar. James watched her leave, a smirk spreading across his lips. He had complete control over her, and he knew it.
As Harriet returned to the bar, she noticed that there were less patrons than usual. She realized that it was close to closing time. She quickly grabbed a cloth and began to clean the bar, trying to push the recent events out of her mind.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. How had she allowed James to blackmail her like that? She felt a surge of anger and humiliation.
She couldn't believe that James would use her secret against her. But she also couldn't deny the thrill of having him discover her secret and still wanting her. It made her feel desired and powerful. She felt a mix of emotions, but she couldn't deny that she liked it. She didn't want to think about it too much, though. She needed to focus on the task at hand.
Harriet began to serve customers, trying to act normal despite the turmoil in her mind. She couldn't get James' threatening words out of her head.
It was clear that he knew about her secret life. And he was using it to blackmail her. Harriet felt a mix of fear and vulnerability wash over her. She didn't know what to do.
Matt tried to calm her down on the phone, but she could tell that he was worried. She didn't want him to worry, but she also didn't know how to explain what had happened.
As she finished closing up the bar, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched.