A Story for a Song — In this picture
Let me open your laptop
I need another story Something to get off my chest My life gets kinda boring Need something that I can confess Til’ all my sleeves are stained red From all the truth that I’ve said Come by it honestly I swear Thought you saw me wink, no I’ve been on the brink
Song: OneRepublic — Secrets
Chester went back to his office to finish his paperwork. A knock came from outside his door. “Come in,” he said.
“Good afternoon Mr. Tompkins. My name is John Smith. I’m here to do some work for you on your computer. “
“Please have a seat. Is this something serious?” he asked nervously.
“It will take a few minutes of your time,” replied John, looking around to ensure no one else was close enough to hear.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I need to download some software onto your computer. Can you wait here while I do it?”
“Sure.” He nodded.
John walked around Chester’s desk and opened his laptop.
Chester felt his stomach tighten. Something wasn’t right.
“What’s going on?”
“I can’t tell you. You’ll just have to trust me.”
Chester couldn’t speak. All he managed was a nod.
“Let’s see what we’ve got. Let’s take a look together.”
Chester felt paralyzed.
“Ok, this is pretty interesting.”
The man’s voice was calm.
“Ok, here we go. First, let’s look at some common folders, starting with ‘My Computer’.”
Chester started to panic. How was he going to explain?
“No worries. I’m sure you know what this means.”
Chester shook his head. What did it mean?
“Ok. What about…”
The computer screen showed two pictures.
“Those are two photos of Genevieve Baker.”
“Oh, shit!” said Chester. He sat back in his chair with shock written all over his face. Where did those photos come from?
“Both photos, you see, show a naked girl with long blonde hair, wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops. If you look closely you’ll notice something else. Her nipples are hard. Who took these pictures?”
Chester couldn’t believe it. “My God! Why?”
“In the next picture, Genevieve is lying naked on top of a naked man — you. You look like you are getting ready to fuck a hot babe.”
“No way! How did those get on my computer?”
“I don’t know. But I’m guessing someone took and put them there.”
“ No, no, not possible!”.
“There are a couple of things we need to check before we can go any further. So then, where do you stand with regard to your relationship with Genevieve?”
“It’s none of your business!”
“In this picture, we have evidence of sexual events between Genevieve, you, and another man.”
Chester felt a cold chill.
“I have done nothing wrong.”
Chester looked down at his feet and shook his head. What was he going to do? That was too much.
The man continued. “How long have you known Genevieve?”
“Since high school.”
“Genevieve talks a lot about a man who works for an investment firm, named… Mr. Brown. In this picture, you and Genevieve are having sex in his office, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And was Mr. Brown present?”
“Yes”
“How did you feel about the presence of Mr. Brown?”
“It was fun.”
“Did you enjoy his performance? Was there a particular feeling you had?”
“A sense of power and control.”
“What more can you tell me about what happened in that office?”
Chester closed his eyes and started describing every detail of that threesome experience.
Suddenly the two men stared at each other silently. Neither said anything. Each was aware the other had a hard-on.
John unbuttoned his fly and pulled down his zipper, revealing his semi-erect cock, glistening from sweat and pre-cum. The door opened and Genevieve entered the room.
Chester knew what was going to happen! He always loved this kind of sexual role-plays!