Arthur, though: he fit the bill for the other leaked videos. He fit the bill, in fact, for everything. He was an asshole, he clearly had some kind of obsession with Rachel. He had access to everything, and no one would question him because he was the station's general manager.
The only thing that didn't really fit was the $20,000.
It made more sense, really, for Arthur to just post the video, with no blackmail. He clearly wanted to get some mileage for the station out of Rachel's popularity.
Rachel flicked her thumbnail against her teeth and stared at the wall in her office.
So what the hell would he try to blackmail her for? Why wouldn't he just post the video, like he did with everything else? And she felt so certain now, she had the “feeling” that it was Arthur who had leaked all the other footage. It all fit. It all benefited him. She knew if she went looking for proof, she would find it.
But that wasn't her task right now. She needed to know who was blackmailing her. Arthur fit the bill for opportunity, but that one piece of the puzzle: the why of the blackmail, made no sense.
Oh I see his game, Xavier's voice suddenly bubbled up in her mind. He wants you to think it's me.
She stopped her own thoughts cold.
It all became to clear to her:
Arthur didn't give a shit about the money. He would release the video anyway.
This was his way of throwing everyone off the scent.
For a moment it seemed so clear.
Then it seemed so stupid.
Then it seemed likely again.
Then it seemed like the only explanation.
Sometimes there's only one way to find out, and that's to confront the story yourself. Head-on.
O PPORTUNISM
Arthur Frost hadn't gotten where he was by being a “nice” guy. He also wasn't insanely ambitious, or even moderately ambitious. He certainly wasn't the kind of man to do what Rachel Elliot was accusing him of having done.
Though he wished he were.
What Arthur Frost was an opportunist. If he had more spine, or more of a different kind of intelligence, he would have gone much further in life. He didn't really want to be the kind of man he was, a man who waited for opportunity to come by so he could seize it, as opposed to the kind of man who made his own opportunities. But that's what he was.
And then there was this: Rachel Elliot, that long-limbed piece of ass who was bringing in advertising dollars to KRTV's news hour like she was hosting a fucking PBS telethon for cancer and saving the world, was sitting across from him in his office.
And there it was: an opportunity.
The thing about an opportunist – the thing that propels a man like Arthur Frost to the heights of a TV station, even a small one like KRTV, with absolutely no qualifications or connections or skills whatsoever – is the con-man's ability to take advantage of an opportunity. Right then, right there. And part of this talent has to do with being able to sniff out an opportunity, even if you're not exactly sure what it is at the outset.
“I'm sure you've seen the video on the internet,” Rachel said. This was the point that a man like Arthur smelled opportunity. Her voice was altered, just slightly, by a suppressed anger. She was shaking underneath it. Her Australian accent, which Arthur heard only as only a rumor until now, warped the word “internet.”
Arthur's interest was piqued. Of course he had seen the video on the internet. He was the man who had leaked all of the outtakes to “the internet,” and he took a perverse pleasure in checking on what “the internet” was thinking about Rachel Elliot. The more “the internet” thought about Rachel Elliot, the more his advertisers thought about blowing their wad on KRTV.
He couldn't have been more pleased about the video on the internet. It was as if god himself had sent Arthur a present: a Rachel Elliot sex tape (which he would dearly love to get his hands on) that wasn't really a Rachel Elliot sex tape. It generated gossip, speculation, and bitter internet fights, but kept anyone from getting sued or actually defamed. This all spelled good news for Arthur as far as he was concerned.
A lesser man, or a more responsible one, might have been concerned that his employee was bringing up such a topic. But not Arthur.
“Video?” he said flatly.
“Cut the shit, Arthur.”
Oh, her face was really sharpened now. Her eyes were so angry. He felt himself getting more turned on than usual by Rachel, because she never acted like this.
But Arthur's opportunist was turned on, up to full alert now. His ears and his eyes were picking everything apart. Every little rabbit-like twitch of Rachel Elliot's face and voice. Arthur said nothing. It was always best to let people unravel their own stories. They might even do all your work for you.
Most people, of course, can't stonewall someone this way. They get uncomfortable, making another person uncomfortable.
But Rachel Elliot was not uncomfortable, Arthur noted, as the pause stretched out for what seemed like an eternity. She was angry.
Arthur almost laughed. She was angry at him.
“I know who it is,” she seethed.
An ordinary person might not have inferred from this statement that Rachel Elliot thought it was Arthur. And other ordinary people might guess such a thing and jump quickly to correcting her. After all, this was a very bad, murky employee-relations area: he was her boss, and a sex video was on the internet, and she seemed to think he had done it.
But Arthur's mind was miles ahead. Racing a head to other possibilities, all of them his own.
Rachel had, by saying this, admitted that the internet film was real: it was really her. For a moment he let himself indulge in the images again, and gave some thought to how he was going to enjoy watching that clip now that he knew it was, in fact, Rachel Elliot.
There was also this interesting thing. Intriguing, really: Rachel wasn't here with her HR rep or her the police or anyone at all, which meant Rachel had a reason to keep this conversation quiet.
How fascinating.
He looked at her over his fingertips. “Do you, Rachel?”
Her eyes narrowed at his answer. “I feel sure I do now.”
Opportunity began to fill the air.
Arthur's nimble mind clicked through all of the possibilities. It ran over a transcript of everything he had just said, checked it with his internal lawyer to make sure that, up to this point, he could not get sued. And then he ran through all the many thing he would like, if he had the opportunity to get them. His eyes moved over the swell of Rachel's breasts, and the graceful curve of her neck. His mind went to all the times he'd wanted to spin her cute ass around and fill her up with his cock. Or get her to open up the little heart shape of her mouth and swallow a load of his cum.
Arthur was good-looking. He was fairly rich. He didn't have a hard time getting women. But Rachel Elliot has thus far been just out of reach. One of those women who took her marriage vows seriously, is what she had always seemed to him. He had left it on the back-burner of his mind. He wasn't going to chase her around, but someday an opportunity might come up.
Maybe that day was today. It was practically falling in his lap.
It seemed Rachel Elliot was not as prissy and marriage-loyal as he had assumed, and it seemed Rachel Elliot had been a very naughty girl.
Another thing about opportunists like Arthur: they don't worry about will happen if they have things wrong.
Arthur leaned over the table. He could feel his smile shaping into a smug grin. He leaned on his elbows. “You know, Rachel, I think I could make this all go away for you. Easy-peasy.”
There it was. A look of confusion on Rachel's face. So there was more.
Arthur waited.
“You...you already...look, that's the limit!”
A lesser man, having no idea what Rachel was talking about, might have twitched. Given himself away. Wondered what sort of mess he was getting himself into. Given in to curiosity, and asked what the limit was.
Not Arthur.
/> Arthur, opportunist and jerk, waved his hands at the air. “Oh, I was thinking about something else.”
The stain of pink that crawled over Rachel's face told Arthur that his suggestion had not in any way gone over her head.
H ARDBALL
What a total fucking asshole, Arthur Frost.
That's what she should have thought, and she knew it. It should have been the only thought to go through her head.
She felt embarrassment slide up over her cheeks, getting them hot. But it only lasted a second.
Because if Rachel Elliot was being honest with herself, there was something very changed inside of her.
There was the part of her she thought maybe she should be: the Rachel Elliot of KRTV's human interest stories. The Rachel Elliot everyone assumed could not possibly be the bare-snatched slut fucking a well-hung black man who was definitely not her husband in the video clip on the internet. Rachel Elliot the sweet-faced and good-natured wife of Josh Elliot, who would never ever consider what she was considering now.
But there was a part of Rachel that was getting off – and really, deeply, truly getting off – on the idea of being KRTV's darling, but not wearing any underwear while she filmed her lead-ins and outros. She liked the extremes she was taking sex to with Xavier, and she liked that her husband was watching her. She liked having this alter-ego inside of her. She liked indulging...well, her slut.
The flush across her cheeks faded almost instantly.
She uncrossed her legs, and then crossed them again, channeling Sharon Stone (although, and a small part of her regretted this, she was wearing underwear.) A confidence took over her body, straightening her spine, turning her eyes to mischievous marbles. She could almost see herself from across the room, and she liked what she saw. Not so much for itself. More because it was so not her. No one would believe this Rachel, if they saw her.
It excited her.
In fact, she felt high.
And Arthur, that truly huge sack of shit, lost all his confidence. Just for a second, maybe only half a second. But she saw it, and it surged inside of her.
She moved her eyes over Arthur's chest. He wasn't a terrible-looking guy. And he had an undeniable confidence that Rachel had always felt a slightly hateful attraction to. His steely blue eyes and square jaw under his jet-black hair made him look like a Disney Prince gone slightly off. Like what Prince Charming would be if he had been born a used-car salesman.
She had given some thought to it, once in a while. She liked to tell herself she was utterly repulsed by the idea.
But the new Rachel was a different person.
“Something else,” she said. She bounced her foot around flirtatiously and gave him a dark smile. She watched with pleasure as another quick wave of discomfort flitted over his face. “Let's talk deals then.”
She could see he had no idea what to say.
A thrill coursed through her. She stood up and went around the side of his desk. He spun his chair toward her, and tried to maintain the composure on his face, but it was clear he had no idea how to react.
What a shit. He had probably expected her start crying. She felt another flush of pleasure that she was, instead, doing everything he probably didn't expect her to do.
But she knew she was going to have to take it all the way.
She had a brief thought flit through her head, about Josh, but she tucked it away.
There was no reason, anyway, that Josh ever needed to know about this.
She put her hands on her hips, and used her knee to flirtatiously moved Arthur's knee open. Her eyes went to his crotch, where his cock had made a tent in his pants already. His cock was, by the looks of it, quite substantial.
It might be kind of fun.
“What is it, then, Arthur, that you had in mind?”
She could see that his mind was spinning. His hands reached out and grasped her thigh, just above the knee. He moved his right hand along her thigh and up to the inside of her leg. She would have been lying to herself if she had said it didn't turn her on.
Rachel had a devious thought. She liked to tease: she had gotten quite the taste for it at this point.
“What if I leave you,” she said, sliding down to the floor on her knees. “With a down payment, while you think a little bit on what it is you want?”
She unbuckled his pants, pleased that he seemed shocked as she did so. She took out his cock, and it jerked wildly until she caught it in her hand. She felt his whole body shudder and heard him suck in his breath.
She pressed the fat end head of it against her lips. His cock ended in a bulbous, meaty knob. She was pleased that the dome of it was slick with his precum, and she rubbed it on her lips. She looked up to meet his eyes, and another sliver of delight went through her when she saw the shock still plastered on his face.
She took his head into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it. She dug into the crevices of the rim, and the rivet leading to his hole. She enjoyed the way hi muscles spasmed in his thighs and arms. She knew that part of the thing that was reducing him to such a mess was how unexpected her behavior was. It was making her hot as well, and her panties were soaked through.
She popped off the end of his cock. She stroked his shaft with her hand while she looked at his member. It was smooth and pink, larger than Josh's and as thick as Xavier's, though not as long. She felt her pussy pulse, and then an ache in her ass as she thought about what it might feel like to let Arthur get his most filthy fantasy.
Then her limbs jerked as an exciting thought passed through her mind: she could ask Josh to watch. Surely he'd love to save $20,000 and watch his wife submit to this prick, and take his cock in her ass.
She gave the tip of his cock a lick, and then she swallowed the whole thing.
It wasn't normally such a turn-on for her, sucking cock. But sucking on Arthur's cock like this was getting her more worked up than she had been in a long time. Maybe because it was blackmail. Maybe because she was thinking of what she would look like, if Josh were watching. Maybe because she was being the lewd, slutty doppelganger of Rachel Elliot.
Arthur put his hand on the back of her head when he got close. His cock had been erect when she took it into her mouth, but as she bobbed her head over him he seemed to grow twice as hard and even fatter, until he was stretching her lips open almost as much as Xavier.
She had a very dirty idea, one she would love to use on Xavier while Josh watched, and one that she would do right now, just for kicks. When she felt the boiling cum unleashing at the base of Arthur's cock, she drew her head back only partway, and let him fill her mouth.
He panted and groaned, and gave a shout as he burst into her throat.
Rachel leaned her head back when he was done, and opened her mouth wide, so that he could see the pool of cum in the back of her throat. It gave her such a rush, thinking of how perfectly filthy, how porn-starry this must have looked, and how no one would ever think that Rachel Elliot would do such a thing.
Then she swallowed, and winked at the very stunned Arthur as she did.
She wiped her lips and stood up.
“You decide what you want, Arthur. Then we talk place and time. But it's a one-off. Then I'm paid up, and you give me the video. Got it?”
He just sat there, open-mouthed, as she spun and left the room.
Rachel flipped her hair over her shoulder. Her panties were soaked. She certainly hoped there was not much traffic, and that Josh was already home. She had plans for him.
She was on a high like she hadn't felt before. It scared her, but she was too turned on to think much about her fear. She knew it would come later, after she got home and Josh made her come. Her pussy was throbbing, her skin was tingling. This must be what men feel like all the time, she thought, and smiled to herself. No wonder they were such dogs.
When she rounded the corner of the hallway, she saw him, and instantly her plans and her troubles flew out of her head. Xavier's broad shoulders and muscled back, covered by a g
ray t-shirt, were turned to her. His thick arms were folded, and her eyes went to the curvature of his muscles.
She felt herself winding up inside.
Sure, there was something in the back of her mind. A blip, a flickering light. Rachel, it said feebly, you just swallowed another man's cum, and now you're strutting into your office to pull another, different man into a closet and fuck him in your office...you're being, well, a bit of a slag.
The voice was weak, though. She ignored it.
Xavier turned when she walked into the room. “Turn anything up?” he said. “I have nothing.” He was angry.
Rachel jerked her head. Let's talk somewhere else, she was saying. In her mind she was already miles ahead, already feeling Xavier's cock inside of her.
He followed her, and she took him out to the stairwell. She wasn't sure where she was headed. She'd heard rumors of janitor's closets, but when she got to the tenth floor the door was locked. “Shit,” she said.
Then she turned around and pressed her body to the door. Xavier was standing on the top stair.
She looked around and shrugged. “This should work.”
Xavier grinned and shook his head. “You naughty girl,” his expression seemed to say. Or maybe he did, in fact say that. Rachel wouldn’t be sure later. She was already hiking her skirt up, to slide her panties down to her ankles and step neatly out of them.
Xavier moved to her in one easy step, and pushed her against the wall with the mass of his body. If he was surprised, he had recovered quickly: his long cock had taken on its hard, full form in his pant leg, and Rachel could feel it against her bare inner thigh through his jeans. He covered her mouth with his, and kissed her invasively. One of his hands was unbuckling his belt, and the other grabbed one of her wrists and pushed it above her head.
When his cock was freed, he moved his hand behind her, clutching her ass in his big palm. He squeezed her flesh and lifted her, and Rachel let her legs open wide as he did. Her cunt was dripping wet, and so she sheathed him with no effort at all. She gave a gasp as his thickness spread her open and crowded her abdomen a little when he thrust all the way inside. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed her back against the wall to drive herself even further onto his shaft.
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