A Meeting Of Minds

[BadForm]

I looked at the email address in front of me and smiled. I knew that ip address. I'd used that address just this morning when I had been fixing a computer problem for one of our female employees. I couldn't believe that she was the woman I had been writing with for so many months on Literotica. I also couldn't believe she had been writing from work. If I hadn't been browsing the recent activity logs to spot just who in management had been using their computer to access one of the gambling sites I never would have guessed, but there it was, in perfect electronic format. I smiled and picked up the telephone, calling her number. I had to be careful what I said, but at the same time I wondered if her tastes in real life ran to the bizarre and submissive as they did in the threads we wrote together.

What I got was her voicemail and as I heard her introduce herself and request a message I tried to think of how to phrase things such that she knew I knew about her, but did not betray myself. It was her username that gave it to me, it contained a shortform of her real name that she did not use at work. For someone to use it here would most likely tip her off. I began the message.

"Hi," I said, following it up with the shortform she used on Literotica. "This is Mike from computer support. I will need to come down and see you about a problem with the computer access you have. Call me at your earliest convenience to arrange a time when we can meet."

There was no request there. If she was as submissive as her online threads indicated she would spot that, if not then the friendly tone I used would mask it. I used my real name, which was unrelated to my username, and gave an felt that along with the shortform of her name 'computer access' would tell her what I was getting at while sounding entirely innocent to anyone else who heard the message.

I waited eagerly for her call back.

 

[BadForm]

*bump*

 

[chanaud]

Ana Chaud aka "Chanaud"

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! All the blood drained from me as I listened to the voice message from Mike, our IT Security Manager.

Did I just heard him say Chanaud, or was I just imagining it??? When I felt my blood pumping through my fingers again, I replayed the message. This time his voice was low and deliberately clear. "Hi, Chanaud. This is Mike from computer support."

I glanced around. Everybody were placed in their assigned cubicles, typing away on their assignments. They didn't notice me, nor hear my heart pounding in my head. Not that they ever did. I was a wallflower in my department. I mostly keep to myself, rarely partaking in any office politics or water cooler conversations. Because of that, I am rarely asked out for "drinks with the gang" or even noticed.

That's fine, I suppose. I have my "virtual" friends. I am quite popular in several sites, especially the erotic sites like Literotica. Every night, I post with various strangers, writing like a harlot. It's become so damn addicting, I've started posting at work. I know it's wrong, but everybody conduct their personal business at work.

Perhaps Mike had the wrong number. What a coincidence that would be, huh?

I dialed his number. It automatically gave me his voicemail. "Uh, hi... Mike. You left a uh message for someone named uh Chanaud. This is Ana Chaud. Perhaps you have the wrong number?"

Oh, please let him the wrong number.

 

[BadForm]

I heard the phone ring and let the voicemail get it to screen out potential customers. Who was it who once said that the job would be easy if it wasn't for customers? Someone wise, that was sure. When I heard it was Chanaud, or Ana Chaud, on the line I almost screamed for joy. I had her. If she had not cared about being outed, which was about the only thing to stop me getting what I wanted at this point, she would either have called back angry and threatening or not bothered phoning at all. I grabbed the phone from the hook and had to force myself to slow down.

"Ah, Chanaud," I said. "I mean, Ana. SO glad you called me back."

Her voice was silent, the only sound I heard from the other side of the phone being a short gasp at the name Chanaud.

"I'm calling about some... unusual activity on your internet log."

Another intake of breath, another acknowledgement that this was something she was afraid of.

"Anyway, I won't have time to meet with you at work today and I think this will be better dealt with in private. Don't you? Good. I'll see you at the Bear and Trap at 5:30 tonight to talk about this."

I hung up. It had taken everything I had to keep calm and yet not give her room to reply. Yet I wanted to establish immediately that she had no options here, that her compliance with whatever I wanted was about the only thing that would keep her in her job. I wasn't happy with the coercion. However, from bad starts wonderful relationships can grow. If Chanaud was anything like the submissive she often played on literotica then I could only hope for what the future would bring.

 

[chanaud]

Bear and Trap at 5:30. I nodded to my phone. I knew exactly where it was located. I have passed it many times on my way home to my tiny apartment. From the outside it looks quiet and dark, hardly the place a young executive like Mike would hang out.

Mike. What did I really know about him? I've seen him on many occassions. He's young and handsome, hangs with the "in" crowd, and is invited to all the popular outings. Or was that Brad? Perhaps Mike was the burly, middle aged guy with the moustache. I was getting confused, my mind was foggy. All afternoon, I couldn't do anything but stare at the computer screen, not daring to look around or sign onto Literotica.

As the clock on the computer progressed closer to 5:00, my hands got sweatier. What will Mike do? And, why does he want to meet me in private? Perhaps he was kind and wanted to advise me in private. Then I recalled the incident last month. Jane a long term employee was fired after being caught downloading comprising pictures of herself and sending it to a co-worker.

Oh shit, I'm dead. I really can't lose my job. I don't have another income, or anyone to share expenses with.

Bleep. My email alerted a message.

It was Mike. "It's 5:00. I'll see you in 30 minutes. Don't wear your glasses and take the clip out of your hair. Do as I say, or I will turn you in."

Short and demanding. I couldn't help gasping at the message. I also couldn't help noticing the wetness between my legs.

 

[BadForm]

I sat in the Bear and Trap watching the minutes go by. Somehow I knew she would show up. For one thing she had nothing much to lose by coming here tonight. It was a public place, chosen specifically to put her mind at ease - who would ever suspect that someone would even coerce someone into agreeing to sex when in the Bear? Of course, few people knew that on Thursday's after 7pm it was the scene for local munches. That meant that everyone there would be used to sex talk and fake coercion. She would have no allies here.

5:28, 5:29. I watched carefully. Would she make it on time? If not she would only add to her woes. 5:30, 5:31.

That's when I saw her walking through the crowd, her face a mask of worry. I stood and called her over with just the hint of a smile below my black moustache. This could be fun. I pushed a glas of sherry over the table towards her as she sat down.

"Drink," I said. "You're going to need it. Let's cut to the chase. I know that you have been using work computers to post to a site called literotica. You use the name Chanaud. You're really quite good, even if you are a bit one-dimensional in your writing."

She seemed to be starting to blush. I pressed on.

"Submission. It's a good dimension for a woman like you to write in and it's THAT that I wanted to talk to you about."