Her sister’s blackmailer, a conspiracy & submission

The whole thing started when the CEO of a major news network made a very simple offer during a ceremonial event:

“Come to my office,” he said. “I’d love to discuss a few business opportunities with you.”

Megan felt like she was floating in the clouds. After having spent the evening rubbing shoulders with celebrities and politicians at the lavish gala, surely this was her opportunity to land a full-time job in the world of cable news.

“That would be amazing,” she replied, awestruck.

“Then let’s go. You’ve probably heard that we’re in the process of shuffling our on-air talent and we’re looking for fresh faces.”

In the past year, she had provided legal analysis for this network on a few of the top rated shows. Twitter seemed to love her segments. And on this network, women had to be gorgeous and well-spoken in order to succeed. Megan’s blonde hair, sharp wit, and perky nose gave her all the makings of a television star.

“I’d like that,” she said with her prime-time caliber smile, maintaining her professional, yet friendly demeanor.

The executive’s charm offensive was in full swing and they left the party to discuss things privately.

The office wasn’t far away. They crossed the street, she in her glamorous gown, and he in his fancy tuxedo. Things were casual and flirty, as if they were on a first date as opposed to a job interview.

Once they reached the executive floor, Megan felt she had entered a world where million dollar negotiations were regularly conducted, a place where careers were either made or destroyed. Putting on her game face, she was determined to mask her nerves.

The main office was unusual. It was designed and furnished to look like a cozy home. There were leather couches and wooden cabinets. There were books on shelves and paintings on the wall. The walls were dark colored and it was easy to feel relaxed.

After pouring glasses of scotch, the boss stood shoulder to shoulder with Megan in front of a large window overlooking the city. There, they discussed her ambitions, hopes and dreams. While answering these questions honestly, she was encouraged that he seemed to recognize she was more than just a beautiful face.

“Let’s get down to business,” he said, leaning in close to her ear. “You’re a highly intelligent woman and I’m sure you’ve figured out how this business works.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? And how does it work?”

“Well, you know, beautiful women like yourself don’t get to the anchor seat on my network unless they cooperate.”

“I’ve always been a team player,” Megan replied.

He flashed a charming grin. “You know what I mean though, right?”

“Oh yeah?” she laughed. “For you and who else?”

Megan knew exactly what the boss was hinting at, having already heard the rumors. She had assumed most of it was rooted in myth, or at least kept inconspicuous.

She tried laughing it off, hoping it was a misunderstanding.

Nonetheless, he remained serious on the matter. “Everyone in politics and media has their friend. That’s how it works. As it just so happens, I think you’ll fit right in. You have all the qualities I look for in a woman.”

She gulped. “And what will I have to do?”

“If you want to play with the big boys, you’ll have to play by our rules. Maybe you’ll have to give a blowjob every now and then.”

As a woman who loved to suck cock, it was an interesting proposition. But she had never mixed business with pleasure before. With her ultimate submission on the line, she had never felt so conflicted.

“You must be joking,” she said cautiously.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?”

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