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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Anon2...)

“What do you mean tomorrow?” you exclaim. “We got into enough trouble with what we did today. I don’t think we should push our luck.”

“But you just came all over me when I told you about it!” Rachel replies. “I thought you were really into this!”

“I was, but now that the blood is flowing away from my dick I’m thinking more clearly. There’s nothing there for you but trouble. Is this really what you want?” you ask.

Rachel tears up, and seems to wrestle with herself for a minute before responding. “I don’t know, Ross! At first I was scared, and then turned on, and when I was jerking you off it seemed like a great idea, but…” her voice trails off for a minute. “Maybe you’re right. I’m not sure how this could end well.”

You both sit in silence for a while before you speak up. “Okay Rachel, we don’t have to decide anything tonight, but here’s what I think you should do. Dress in something really plain tomorrow, and go to work like usual. See what John wants, and we can go from there. I’ll call in sick, and if things get out of control you can call me. Sound good?”

Rachel looks at you, nodding with a slight smile through the tears. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

The next day you enact the plan. Rachel wears a long black dress that covers her legs and cleavage, and you call in sick to work. It’s not like your job is that important anyway. It hasn’t warranted mention in this story.

It’s a long agonizing day for you, but Rachel doesn’t text or call. You’re comforted slightly by the fact that she hasn’t called in distress, and manage to slip into a nervous sleep. You’re awakened by the sound of the door opening, and you jump to your feet. Your girlfriend stumbles in, and is already in tears. You rush to meet her and pull her close to you. Through her tears, she manages to choke out the story of her day.

“For most of the day, things were going alright. John showed me my new workspace in his office. I guess I’m kind of his secretary, but I didn’t get any work done. He just kept hitting on me, but I thought I could handle it. I didn’t want you to worry. But at the end of the day, he told me to give him a blowjob. I refused, but he told me that if I didn’t do it tomorrow, he’d send the picture of my boobs to every guy in the company. Oh Ross, I don’t know what to do!”

You shake your head in disbelief as you continue to hold your sobbing girlfriend. It seems you don’t have too many options left…