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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon...)

Rachel clicks on the first message. It’s her boss John.

John: Call me. We need to talk. Now.

You see the bravado drain from Rachel’s face. Clearly the ‘it’s out in the open’ comment was a brave front.

“Oh shit Ross, what are we gunna do?” sobs Rachel. “He’s my boss. I could lose my job!”

“I think we better call him honey,” you say. “We’ll explain it somehow.”

“Okay. He’s a good guy. But… he sounds kinda pissed,” your girlfriend replies. “Let’s get it over with…”

Rachel dials John’s number and the phone starts ringing. It’s immediately answered.

“Rachel! Are you okay? Did you mean to send that to me?” asks John, concern clear in his voice.

Rachel looks at you hopefully and replies. “No! I didn’t! It’s a terrible mistake!” your girlfriend sobs. “I don’t know what to do!”

“It’s pretty graphic, Rachel. At least it only went to me, so that’s okay,” says John, doing his best to console your girlfriend.

“That’s the worst part!” cries Rachel. “it went to everyone!”

“Oh shit! Was it really you? I mean, I know you like to tease the guys at work… but this is full-on porn!”

Rachel looks at you nervously, and blushes when she sees the shock on your face.

“Yes. It was… me… I’m sorry…” she replies. You don’t know if she is talking to you or John.

“No need to apologize, Rachel. As far as porn goes it was amazing. Fuck! How many were there? Three guys? Did you even know them?”

“Five. There was five of them,” replies Rachel, “and no, I didn’t know them…” she whispers, blushing even more.

“What? Really? Did you say they could send those pictures?” asks John.

“No. No, no way!” stutters your girlfriend.

“But you agreed to them fucking you though. Being the centre of that gangbang, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. So now I know what I’m dealing with,” says John. “Well… I’ve got an idea. I’m pretty good with Photoshop. How about I swap in some other sluts face into those pictures and you send them out again and say your phone was hacked? Then your little secret is just between you and me?”

“Okay, but… ummm… my boyfriend Ross is in some of the pictures too. Can you fix his face as well?”

“Really… so he’s cool with the whole slut girlfriend thing… interesting. Yeah I can edit him too. Just tell me which one is him,” replies John, stifling a snigger.

Rachel looks at you, relief beginning to show on her face. You start to think that this crazy plan might work, but you’re not so sure you like the way that John referred to your girlfriend as a slut, or the way Rachel either didn’t notice or accepted it so easily. Before you can react Rachel replies.

“Oh John! That sounds like it might work! Thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it. But for this to work, you better send me all of the pictures right now. We can’t waste any time!”

“Okay, thanks again John. I really owe you!” exclaims your girlfriend, smiling.

“Yeah you do. I’m sure we can work something out. Bye!”

John ends the call. Rachel immediately starts scrolling through her camera roll and attaching images to a text. You’re surprised at how many there are — by the looks of it there is at least a dozen. Rachel’s face isn’t clear in all of them, and neither is yours, but Rachel attaches them all anyway. Even the ones where she is being spit-roasted and her face is completely obscured, pressed hard into what looks like Geoff’s crotch with his balls resting on her chin. Finally she hits send and slumps back, lying on the bed.

All you can do is wait for John to send them back.