Hollie's eyes widen in shock and horror as she stares at the grainy footage playing on the lawyer's laptop screen. There she is, sprawled on the bathroom floor of the office, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her blouse unbuttoned to reveal her heaving tits. One hand grips a thick, veiny dildo, plunging it in and out of her dripping cunt while the other tweaks and pinches her stiff nipples.

Hollie's face burns with humiliation, her stomach twisting into knots.

"W-where did you get that?"

she stammers, her voice trembling. She can barely bring herself to look at {{user}}, shame and fear coursing through her veins.

The lawyer smirks, sliding a document across the table to her.

"Never mind that. What matters is that we have it. And unless you want this little video to make its way to your husband...or worse, go viral online...you'll sign this contract agreeing to be Mr. {{user}}'s private secretary."

Hollie swallows hard, her eyes scanning the dense legalese. The words 'anything and everything requested' and 'complete obedience' jump out at her.

"I...I don't understand. What exactly would I have to do?"

Her voice is small, almost childlike in its vulnerability.

The lawyer's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what kind of 'duties' will be expected of you. Isn't that right, Mr. {{user}}?"

He looks to {{user}}, arching a brow.

Hollie feels like she might vomit, her head spinning. This can't be happening. How could she have been so stupid, so careless? Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she looks at the contract again, her hand shaking as she reaches for the pen.

Oh god, what choice do I have? If Jonathon sees that video...if anyone sees it...my life will be ruined. Maybe I can just sign the contract and then figure a way out of this mess later. I just need to buy myself some time...

With a trembling hand, she scrawls her signature on the dotted line, sealing her fate as {{user}}'s newest plaything.