Female waxer turned out to be my rival's best friend CFNM SPH blackmail femdom - updated chapter 3

[BABYRYAN2121]

great chapter!

[Vader]

Great start defiantly need more of the story.

[Kent+]

One of the best CFNM tales thag I have ever read.

[jllash]

Thanks for the supportive words everyone, hope you enjoy this new chapter

Chapter 3

The following week, Rachel had set up another appointment for me with Melissa. I had hoped to avoid the salon after the last encounter, but Rachel had forced my hand.

I found myself back in the salon's waiting area, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. When Melissa called my name, my heart sank, but I forced myself to follow her back to the waxing room.

As I entered, she closed the door behind me, "Hey there," she said, her voice a bit too cheerful for the situation. "Ready for round two?"

I gritted my teeth and nodded, trying to keep my cool. "I suppose so," I murmured, knowing full well that Rachel had probably told her everything that had transpired.

Melissa gestured to the chair with a knowing smile. "Take it all off," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Reluctantly, I stripped down before sitting, feeling even more exposed than before. Melissa began the waxing process again, and as she worked, she couldn't resist bringing up Rachel. "So, I heard you and Rachel were quite the rivals at work," she said, her tone light. "What's it like now with her having so much.. leverage?"

I gritted my teeth as she applied a strip, bracing for the pain. "Honestly it hasn't been easy, I wish she didn't have this leverage over me," I replied tersely.

Melissa chuckled, "Trust me, I've heard all about it," she said teasing, as she ripped the strip off.

As Melissa continued her meticulous waxing, her eyes remained fixed on my crotch. "It's a small price to pay for success, right?" she quipped, and I felt my temper flare. The only reason I was in this position at work was because Melissa had taken that photo and shared it with Rachel.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice calm. "You know, Melissa, it's against the law to share photos of someone in such a... vulnerable state without their consent," I said, watching her closely.

"That sort of thing can cost people their job," I continued, hoping to put a small bit of fear into her for what she had done, while also hoping I wasn't being so overt that she would tell Rachel.

Melissa's smile remained fixed, but I could see the flicker of understanding in her eyes.

"Oh yeah people really shouldn't do that sort of thing" she said, playing dumb, her voice light and airy, acting as if she didn't know what I meant.

"It's a breach of trust," I pressed, "And it could cause a lot of trouble for everyone involved."

Melissa's smile remained in place, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, I'm just here to do my job," she said, her voice as smooth as honey.

"And I'm sure you'd hate for anything to jeopardize that," I replied, not pushing the issue further but making my point clear.

Melissa's smile remained plastered on her face, but the tension in her eyes revealed she knew exactly what I was insinuating. She continued the wax in silence and as she finished the last strip of wax she stepped back, giving my freshly bare skin one last appraising look. "All done," she said brightly, her tone a stark contrast to the undercurrent of the conversation.

I scrambled to get dressed, my heart racing as I slipped on my pants and tucked in my shirt, avoiding eye contact.

"I'll be sure to keep what you said in mind," Melissa said sweetly, her voice dripping with faux innocence. She handed me the aftercare instructions, her eyes flicking to my crotch in my pants before returning to my face with a knowing smile.

I nodded stiffly, taking the paper and stepped out of the room.

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The following morning at work, Rachel stormed up to my desk, her eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you threaten Melissa?" she hissed, her voice low enough so only I could hear.

"I-I just..." I stuttered.

Rachel's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a whisper, "In my office, now," she ordered, storming toward it in an intensity that had me scurrying after her.

Once I entered, she slammed the door shut and locked it with a click. "Explain yourself" she demanded, her hands on her hips.

"Okay listen, I didn't mean to threaten her, I was just upset at what she had done, I didn't actually mean anything by it."

Rachel's expression remained unchanged, the fire still burned in her eyes. "Melissa is my friend," she said, her voice firm. "You can't go around threatening her job."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I know, I'm sorry," I said, my voice tight. "But-."

Rachel didn't let me finish, cutting me off with a wave of her hand. "No 'buts'," she said sharply. "You're going to pay for this right now."

"Take them off," she ordered, her voice cold.

I blinked in confusion. "What?"

"Your clothes," Rachel said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Take them off, now."

My heart pounded in my chest as I considered my options while Rachel's eyes never left mine. I knew that protesting would only make things worse, so with trembling hands, I began to undo my belt. Rachel's expression was unreadable as she watched me strip, but I could feel the power shift in the air, my humiliation growing as I became more undressed.

Once naked, my clothes sprawled on the floor around my feet like a pathetic offering at Rachel's feet. She gestured to her desk, "Hands flat," she ordered.

I did as I was told, my palms splayed out on the cold, gleaming wood. Rachel swiftly gathered my clothes, her movements efficient and predatory. With a smug smile, she opened a drawer in her desk and dropped them in before locking it with a click that echoed through the tense silence of the room.

My mind raced with panic as I realized they were now locked away, completely out of reach.

Rachel reached under her desk and pulled out a meter stick, her smile turning predatory. "You seem to have forgotten your place," she said, tapping the ruler against the palm of her hand. "Let me remind you who's in charge here."

I braced for impact as Rachel swung the ruler at my bare ass. The smack echoed through the room, sending a sharp sting through my body. I yelped, my eyes wide with shock and humiliation. I immediately reach back and rub my butt. Rachel's smile grew wider as she took a step closer, the ruler still poised for another hit. "You're my bitch," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "Say it."

"I-I'm your bitch," I choked out, my face burning with shame as I try to ease the pain. Rachel nodded, her eyes gleaming. "Good boy," she said, patting my cheek with the flat of the ruler. "That was for Melissa."

Rachel then points the ruler at the desk, her voice commanding. "Hands flat on the desk," she instructed, and with trembling hands, I comply, leaving my rear undefended again. Rachel's heels clicked against the floor as she approached, standing right behind me. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, mixing with the fear and adrenaline that coursed through me.

The next smack came swiftly, the sting spreading across my skin. "And that's for making me remind you of your position," Rachel said, her voice cold and unforgiving.

Instinctively, I reached back to rub my burning butt again. Before I could realize what was happening, she opened her office door, whispered in my ear, "And this is for my own fun," and gave me a firm push.

The cold air of the office hit me like a slap in the face as Rachel shoved me out into the hallway, her door clicking shut behind me. I stumbled, trying to regain my balance, my mind in disbelief at what just happened. Rachel had just locked me out of her office, completely naked! In the middle of the day!

I ducked down, trying to make myself as small as possible, and began to sneak towards the stairwell. The thought of being seen by my colleagues was too much to bear. My heart pounded in my chest, and my face burned hot in embarrassment. Each step was a silent prayer that no one would turn the corner and catch a glimpse of me.

My eyes darted around the office space, searching for any sign of movement. The walls were lined with cubicles, and I knew that at any moment someone could pop their head up and see me. The sound of Rachel's laughter could be heard faintly coming from her office room as I tiptoed closer to the safety of the stairs.

I made it to the stairwell without incident. The door slammed shut behind me and the stairs were empty, thankfully. I took them two at a time, desperate to escape without being seen. I could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of being caught. Each floor passed by in a blur.

Just when I got down to the 2nd floor, I heard a group of laughing women enter the floor below. Their giggles echoed through the stairwell, and my stomach plummeted.

I raced back up to the 3rd floor, heart hammering against my ribcage. My legs felt like jelly as I climbed each step. I had to get to the next floor before they saw me.

I reached the landing and peered over the railing, holding my breath. The group of women entered the building on the 2nd floor. The sound of their laughter grew fainter as they stepped through the doorway. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Gritting my teeth, I dashed down the flight of stairs, reaching the ground floor. The exit was in sight. I glanced around, checking for any other potential witnesses, but the coast was clear. With one last deep breath, I pushed through the door.

The cool breeze of the parking lot left me feeling more exposed, sending goosebumps up my arms. I knew I could make it home through back alleys that aren't too public but first I had to make it across the parking lot. I took off like a shot, my bare feet slapping against the asphalt. I had to move fast if I didn't want to be caught.

As I sprinted, I heard a car pull into the parking lot. I dared not turn and look, but I knew someone had just seen me. The fear of being recognized kept me moving.

Finally, I reached the end of the parking lot and safely ducked into a back alley, away from the eyes of anyone.

Mrs. Emerson sat in her car, watching the peculiar scene unfold. From a distance, she couldn't make out the features of the frantic man sprinting across the parking lot, but something about him was eerily familiar. She squinted, trying to discern any detail that might give her a clue to his identity. All she could see was a bare butt, a blur of flesh, and flailing limbs. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. It was definitely not something she expected to see on a Monday morning.

As the man disappeared from view, she climbed out of her car, her heels clicking on the pavement as she made her way into the office, taking the elevator up to her department. Rachel happened to be walking by, sipping her morning coffee with a smug expression.

"Rachel," Mrs. Emerson called out, her voice echoing through the quiet hallway, "You wouldn't believe what I just saw!"

Rachel's smug expression morphed into one of feigned innocence as she turned to face her boss. "Oh? What's that?" she asked, playing coy.

Mrs. Emerson leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Someone running around the parking lot... without a stitch of clothing," she said, her eyes twinkling. Rachel's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing. She had seen Jim!

Rachel managed to keep her cool. "How odd," she said, playing it off. "Probably some college prankster. You know how those youngsters are."

Mrs. Emerson laughed. "Well, I suppose you're right," she said, shaking her head.

As she walked away, Rachel couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her. She retreated to her office, the smirk never leaving her face.

Jim, on the other hand, was left to deal with the aftermath of his humiliation. He managed to sneak through the back alleys, sneak across some mostly empty streets and successfully make his way home without confrontation. Fortunately he had left a key under a rock near his front door and was able to get inside and dressed.

Back at the office, Mrs. Emerson had noticed Jim's absence. She marched into Rachel's office, her eyes narrowed. "Do you know where Jim is?" she demanded. Rachel's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her cool demeanor.

"Why, yes," Rachel replied calmly, "I believe he said something about getting some fresh air."

Mrs. Emerson's expression softened, but her eyes remained sharp. "It's quite the day for it," she said, "Maybe he ran into the streaker too," she chuckled.

Rachel's mind raced, considering her next move. "Actually," Rachel began, her voice casual as she tapped a finger against her chin, "Now that you mention it, he might be a bit cold out there." She took a moment to let the words hang in the air, watching Mrs. Emerson's reaction as she unlocked the cabinet in her desk and pulled out Jim's clothes.

Mrs. Emerson's eyes widened as the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.

"Jim was streaking?!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. Rachel nodded, keeping her expression neutral. "Yes, it seems so," Rachel said, holding up his clothes like a trophy with a smirk.

Mrs. Emerson was stunned. "How on earth did you get a hold of his clothes?" she asked in disbelief, trying to keep her face straight. Rachel's grin grew wider as she set down the clothes. "Let's just say he lost a bet."

"Well," Mrs. Emerson said chuckling, her eyes glinting with amusement, "I must admit, I wouldn't have minded getting a closer look," she said with a wink. Rachel's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, relieved to hear Mrs. Emerson wasn't upset at the situation.

The two women shared a laugh, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding that they were both in on the joke. Rachel's mind raced with the potential of what could happen next. She had the perfect opportunity to humiliate Jim even more.

"You know," Rachel said, leaning closer to Mrs. Emerson, "I managed to snap a photo of Jim," she winked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Mrs. Emerson's curiosity was piqued. "Oh?," she leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rachel pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery, her thumb hovering over the incriminating image. She tapped the screen, and the photo of Jim, naked and trembling under his desk, appeared. Mrs. Emerson's eyes widened in shock before breaking into a fit of laughter. "Oh my," she gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth. Rachel couldn't help but smirk as she passed the phone over.

Mrs. Emerson studied the photo, her eyes taking in every detail of Jim's mortification.

Her gaze lingered on his bare penis and balls, a sight so unexpected it was almost comical. She couldn't help but giggle, the image burning into her memory. Rachel watched her boss with a knowing smile, her own amusement at the situation clear as day.

"Send it to me," Mrs. Emerson said, holding out Rachel's phone, her voice filled with barely contained glee. Rachel's eyes glinted with excitement, eager to share the humiliation of Jim with their boss.

Rachel quickly sent her a quick message, attaching the photo. "Just for laughs, of course," Rachel added as she hit send. Mrs. Emerson's phone chimed, and she checked the message with a grin.

"Oh, of course," she chuckled, her eyes watching as the picture arrived up on her phone. She took a moment to appreciate the absurdity of the situation. "I'll keep an eye out for our little streaker,".

Rachel's mind raced with glee at the idea, this was working out better than she could have hoped. "Perhaps we could set up a little... surprise for him," Rachel suggested, her voice low and conspiratorial.

Mrs. Emerson's eyes lit up at Rachel's words. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, leaning in closer. She knew she was their boss, but the thought of catching Jim naked in real life was too tempting to resist.

[BABYRYAN2121]

another great chapter!