Diane Blackmailed

Diane Blackmailed ch 01

by JustALittleRougher

Diane looked at the cup of coffee and sandwich in front of her. She knew she had to eat something but couldn't muster the energy. Her arms were limp and she could barely keep her eyes open. Three more hours to go. Three more hours until the workday ended and she might be able to go home. If they didn't call.

"Bates!" She jumped at the voice. It was her boss, Mr. Vader. She turned around in her seat, looked up at him.

"The Mitchell account. Did you finish the..." he paused, sniffed. Diane cringed, felt a flush of humiliation and felt her nipples swell at the same time. He wouldn't say anything, she knew that. They both knew that. When someone smelled sex in the air, nobody ever said anything.

"Did you finish the paperwork," he calmly continued.

"No...no, I haven't. I'll have it for you by three o'clock."

"Good. And this better be the last time." He gave her a crushing, condescending look and turned and walked away. Vader had never liked her since she transferred into his office just under two years ago and now he had reason to press harder. Her work over the last three weeks had been slipping, shoddy. She was scared, knew the end was coming. There was no way she could maintain all three of her lives at the same time, something had to give. And it would be her job, she knew that. It was the most expendable of the three.

She stood up and grabbed the coffee, gulped it down. If she couldn't eat, she could at least get by on caffeine. She threw the empty cup and the sandwich into the trash and walked down the hall back toward her office. Cubicle actually. He'd done that just last week. She was out on the floor now with the clerks and research team. The new man had her office, Vader's excuse had been that he needed the filing cabinets and wall space but she knew it was the beginning of her downward spiral.

Rodrigo, the man in the cubicle next to hers, watched her as she made her way down the hall. She'd done her best to scratch the dried cum off of her skirt and jacket but knew there would still be slightly darker spots. And her hair still smelled like sex if someone got close enough.

Monish had done that to her several times before, he obviously enjoyed it. After he and his gang used her all night, he'd drop her off outside her office building just ten minutes before the work day began. She'd barely have time to run into the lobby bathrooom and "freshen up" before she had to show up for her morning staff meeting. She'd stuff a wad of toilet paper into her panties to catch the steady stream of cum that was constantly oozing out of her, run some water over her face and through her hair, dry it under the hand-dryer, and do as much with her makeup as possible. Then, she'd give her clothing a once-over. There were usually dried spots of cum on her skirt, stockings, and jacket. Two of Monish's regular customers liked to fuck her with her clothes on and he usually let them have her first. She'd spend the rest of the night naked, or clad in latex, leather or lingerie, servicing the rest of whatever batch of thugs he'd lined up for the evening.

"Feeling OK?" Rodrigo asked. "You look a little shaky."

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," she said, trying to be polite. She couldn't tell if he was being social or hitting on her and didn't care. The answer was "no". There was no space in her life for any more complication.

She made it to her desk and collapsed into her chair, put her head on her desk and immediately fell asleep.

"Bates. Bates."

Diane raised her head, felt a trickle of drool slip between her lips. Her eyes focused. It was Rodrigo.

"Vader's pissed. He..."

"Is the princess awake?" Vader yelled. Rodrigo lurched aside and jumped back into his cubicle.

Diane's eyes shot open and she looked at the clock. Five-twety-five. Oh, shit! Lars was coming at six. Vader stormed into the opening of her cubicle, filling the space with three-hundred pounds of angry black man. He waved a folder in front of her face.

"That's it! That is IT! I have had about enough of this. You've been milking this job since you got here, riding on your looks and reputation!"

"No, no, Mr. Vader, that isn't it, I..."

"I don't want to hear it." He crossed his arms. "Answer me one simple question. Is...the...Mitchell...paperwork...finished?"

Diane's eyes watered. Her life was falling apart and there was nothing she could do about it. She flashed forward to six o'clock. Lars pulling up outside the building, the limousine that would take her to tonight's assignment waiting and stocked with booze and toys. Lars looking for her, looking at his watch, looking for her. Lars grinding his teeth, Lars considering what her punishment would be.

"N...nearly," she stammered, lying desparately.

"You said three o'clock. It is after five."

"Please, Mr. Vader, I am so tired. I haven't been sleeping well..." she scrambled, trying to find some kind of story that would make sense. But she saw the way he looked at her. His eyes measured her, head to toe and back again. Her rumpled clothes, the spike heels. Whatever he'd smelled earlier.

"I'll just bet you haven't," he spit out each word deliberately, each one cutting into her like a knife. "And what would you like me to do?"

"I...I just need," she pleaded, "ten more minutes, ten more minutes?"

"You can pull it together in ten minutes?" he laughed. "Oh, this I have to see." He let out another laugh and walked away.

Diane spun around, slammed keys on her computer. She took a copy of Mitchell's last statement and another she was working for another customer and merged some bits, producing a workable document. She'd been in the game long enough to keep a few templates around just in case and she prayed that it was good enough this time.

While she was typing, Rodrigo stuck his head over their shared wall. "How is it..."

"Shut up and leave me alone," she barked, then spun around. "I'm sorry, I'm just stressed. Let me get this done, OK?" He gave her an angry look and sat back down.

I've made another enemy, she thought, eyes welling up again. What if he finds out? What if... She pushed the thought out of her head and finished the paperwork, sent it to the printer. Then, she ran down the hall and grabbed it, stapled it together and ran to Vader's office.

"Here we go," she said in the most chipper voice she could muster. She dropped it on his desk and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" he barked.

"I...I have an appointment." Vader pointed at the chair opposite him.

"You sure do. With me. You know I don't send these out without a review."

"Oh, Mr. Vader, please, I have a very important..."

"More important than your job?" he shot at her. Diane collapsed into the chair. It was no use. She would be late for Lars. Unless she could push the review along. She thought about how to do that.

"I want our new guy to work on this with you." Vader hit a buzzer on his desk. "Bailey. In here. Now."

After a few seconds, the door opened. Diane froze. She recognized him. He'd been at one of Lars' events several weeks ago. She spun her head and looked at Vader. Did he know? Were they in on it together?

The man casually put out his hand and shook hers. "Pleased to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." The exact words he'd said at the party. The party where Lars had handed her over to him.

She'd been collared and leashed, Lars had introduced her and handed him the leash with instructions to use her however he saw fit and have her back in two hours. He'd taken her to the basement, secured her in a vertical spread-eagle, then proceeded to stripe her with a single-tail whip for nearly an entire half-hour. He spend the rest of his time alternating between fucking her and making her masturbate for him with a variety of devices.

Diane was frozen in her seat, throat tight and dry, unable to focus on anything the two of them were saying. They read through her abstract once, then stopped.

"Diane? Something to add?" Vader asked.

"No, no" she choked out. "I...just, would like us to move this along."

"Oh, please, don't hurry on my account," Bailey said. He looked Diane directly in the eyes and said, "I have nowhere to be anytime soon." A shiver went down her spine. She knew his game, even if Vader didn't  He wanted to make her late. Lars would have to punish her. And what better way to punish her than to turn her over to Bailey for a night. or a weekend. or forever?

She'd told Lars that Bailey scared her, he was too intense, she didn't know if he understood where the lines were. Something in his syes.

But, on the other hand, here he was. She was puzzled. Lars had to know he worked here. Had he arranged it? Had he set the whole thing up?

And what about Monish? Had Monish not been an accident? Monish had started blackmailing her the day after he'd fucked her in one of Lars' gangbangs. Someone had been careless and Monish had found her real name, her address, phone number. He'd showed up at her home the next day as she was leaving for work.  He and two of his men had taken her in a van, then drove out to the edge of the city to a large abandoned warehouse.

Monish showed her a handful of videotapes of her last several bondage and gangbang sessions. Then, he showed her a list of names - her family and friends - their addresses, photos, names of employers. They'd done their work quickly overnight, thanks to the Internet, most of it was easy to get to. Monish didn't have to say anything to her - it didn't matter if he threatened to harm them or to just expose her 'special' life with Lars, she knew she was theirs. He could destroy her life with just a few telephone calls or emails.

He also explained that he was completely willing to have Lars eliminated. He understood that Lars and his circle were just gamers, BDSM lovers who hooked people up after fairly extensive background checks. But the men he worked with were a different breed. Prostitution and white slavery were not even on the 'serious offenses' list for them. She was to do everything in her power to keep him unaware.

Monish and his crew hadn't used her hard that first day, but they had phoned her to service clients nearly every night after. He always staggered his sessions with Lars'. He clearly had someone on the inside who knew when Lars wanted her. Luckily, those parties were only once a week, sometimes twice. Monish was making a lot of money on those other nights. He used the videotapes of her as teasers for his clients, then provided the real thing to them when they came to town.

Diane didn't know it but she was being pimped out at over $2500 a session. The sessions usually lasted all night, An evening being 8p.m. till three or four in the morning. Monish understood the need for her to get at least some sleep. but he also understood the power of sleep deprivation.

Vader snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Are you with us, Ms. Bates?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I was concentrating on the Madison account."

"Mitchell."

"Yes, Mitchell."

Bailey leaned toward Vader slightly. "She looks a little tired. Why don't you let me take this home to review and we can talk about it in the morning." Vader looked at him. "After all, it is nearly six o'clock and the city gets interesting at about six," Bailed turned and looke at Diane, "doesn't it, Ms. Bates?"

Diane felt a rush of panic and nearly fell out of her chair. Her head bobbed slightly.

Bailey stood up and took her by the arm. "Why don't you let me walk you out of the building." She stood up, weak kneed and afraid. "Do you have a ride? Someone waiting to drive you home?" Diane's eyes turned and saw the look on his face..It was the look of a ravenous wolf, about to pounce on his prey.

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