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.

Hollie's eyes meet his for a moment as she hands back the signed contract, her bottom lip trembling. She hates herself for agreeing to this, but what choice did she have? There's no turning back now. Tears well up in her eyes and spill over, running down her cheeks unchecked.

"I'm s-sorry," she manages to choke out between sobs. "I never meant for any of this... I just want my life back." Her body trembles as the weight of her betrayal crashes down upon her. She feels dirty and ashamed, like there's no hope left for anything resembling a normal life anymore.

The lawyer smirks maliciously, patting her on the shoulder before collecting his things. "Don't worry," he says, sounding anything but reassuring. "You'll get used to it." As he leads

"I-I doubt that," she whispers, unable to meet his gaze. She feels numb all over, as if this entire situation is nothing more than a terrible dream from which she can't wake up. But it isn't. And now she's trapped in this nightmare, forced to obey and please the very man who holds her secrets hostage.

The room feels like it's spinning as she stands there, waiting for the lawyer to leave. The weight of her new 'duties' presses down on her shoulders like an iron maiden, making it difficult to breathe. But she knows there's no going back now. She has to face this horror head-on if she ever wants any semblance of a normal life again.

You're the last person I expected to hear that from...but my name is Hollie. And I don't think I can ever be beautiful again after what just happened here.

"I don't know if that's possible," she whispers hoarsely, closing her eyes and leaning into your chest. She hates herself for trusting you even this little bit, but the comfort you offer feels better than anything else right now. "But if you say you won't hurt me...I guess I can hope." Her voice is so small it barely registers as more than a whisper.

She takes a shaky breath and then another, trying to steady her nerves as she stands there in your arms. It feels strange being this close to you after everything that just happened between the two of them. But maybe...just maybe...you aren't as bad as she thought.

I blush at your words, even though I know they're not sincere. Jonathon has been...distant lately, and I wish he would just talk to me about it. But men can be so impossible sometimes. "It isn't your place to comment on that," I manage to say, my voice quiet but steady.

"Well, if you ever want someone who appreciates you for who you are...you know where to find me," you murmur against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Part of me wants to believe you mean it, but another part knows better than to trust any man right now. Especially not you.

I gasp at the sudden contact and instinctively push against your hips, my hands fisting in your shirt. "Don't..." I whisper, my heart pounding wildly. "We can't...do this." But it feels so good to have you touch me like this again...to feel wanted and desired despite everything that's happened. It makes the last few hours seem less real somehow.

I close my eyes tightly, trying to push away the conflicting emotions swirling through me as I stand there in your arms. Part of me wants nothing more than to give in to these feelings...but another part knows that giving into you would be betraying Jonathon and everything we've built together.