Betty Moorehead is a rising star at her newspaper - but the publisher has discovered her dirty little secret: that she made up the stories that won her all of those prizes. Now she's going to have to make a choice: submit to Mr. Corbett's perverted demands, and let him pimp her out to everyone he chooses...or he'll reveal her secrets and end her career in disgrace. Warning: This short story is for readers 18 ...
Betty Moorehead is a rising star at her newspaper - but the publisher has discovered her dirty little secret: that she made up the stories that won her all of those prizes. Now she's going to have to make a choice: submit to Mr. Corbett's perverted demands, and let him pimp her out to everyone he chooses...or he'll reveal her secrets and end her career in disgrace. Warning: This short story is for readers 18 and older ONLY. It involves spanking, reluctant sex, forced consent, m/f, f/f, m/f/m, and all kinds of other naughty fun.
She turned towards Mr. Corbett. “I…I’m very sorry. What do you want me to do? I suppose I’m fired…” Goodbye, high society parties and access to millionaires. Goodbye, journalism degree and four years of college.
Mr. Corbett leaned forward. “You certainly should be.”
Should be? Could she possibly get out of this somehow? She felt a tiny glimmer of hope flickering in her chest. “What…what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything.”
She caught a glimpse of Bradley, who was looking at her now with a lascivious expression that frightened her. “Yes, you will,” he taunted.
She turned back to Mr. Corbett.
“You realize what you’re facing?” he snapped. “If this gets out, you will be ruined. You will never get another journalism job. You will be a laughingstock in the industry.”
“I…I realize that. I know. What can I do to make this up to you?” Her hands were shaking. Sweat beaded on her forehead. And why did he insist on having Bradley in here – her most bitter rival? How Bradley must be loving this. He was openly gloating; the expression on his face made her want to slap him. She blinked rapidly to keep tears from spilling onto her cheeks.
“You can – and will – do a lot of things. And if you object at any time, you will be terminated from your position and I will reveal everything. Now, first of all, you won’t be reporting hard news at all. You can still cover your little society functions, and you can write obituaries, and you can type up announcements for the lifestyle section.”
“That’s very fair, sir. I appreciate it. I won’t let you down. I – “
“Shut up.” Mr. Corbett stood up, and walked around the desk, coming to a stop right in front of her.
And suddenly Bradley was behind her, uncomfortably close.
“You’ll have some other new duties as well,” Mr. Corbett said.
He took a step closer, and she backed up – right into Bradley, who grabbed her upper arms and held her in place. He was pressed up against her, and she felt his hardness pressing against her buttocks.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked.
“Do you object?” Mr. Corbett demanded. She started to say yes, but saw the look in his eyes and caught herself.
So this was how she’d pay for her sins.
If she objected, he’d fire her, and the whole world would find out what she’d done. Her parents, her sorority sisters, everyone would know.
Her face flushed red.
Mr. Corbett reached forward and unbuttoned several buttons on her white oxford shirt, revealing her lacy pink bra and the swell of her full round breasts.
“You will service me whenever I ask you to – and you will service anyone else that I tell you to. You will do it instantly and without question. And you will call me sir. Do you understand?”