My name is Dave Rogers, 35 years old, 5'9" and a 168-pounds of good health. I am what you might call handsome, in a youthful looking way. If I had any complaints it would be my body is void of hair except on my head and a little blond hair around my privates. My chest and legs are as smooth as a woman's and has at times, when I was younger, caused me embarrassment. But in my adult life until now this had been no problem or interfered with my sex life. I have a high sex drive and I am easily sexually excited β I now wish this was not true.
I work for an electronics company and I am employed in the computer division and have access to a lot of soft ware and this is what got me into trouble. I made copies of several high priced programs for myself. Even thought the company will prosecute you for this many employees never the less still do it and very few if any ever get caught, at least until now. I got caught.
The head of my division, Bill Neems, called me in late one Friday evening, "Dave, could you stay a little late this evening? I need to go over a few things with you."
This was a break I had never expected. Mr. Neems had bypassed my departmental boss and wished to speak to me directly. After ten years maybe I was going to move from foreman to department manger. Not suspecting a thing, but hoping for everything, I readily agreed to call my girl and tell her I had to pass on our date this evening. This was disappointing to me as I was looking forward to a great evening of sex. Unknown to me, I would have an evening of sex, but sex as I had never known or would ever have imagined possible - not even in it in my wildest dreams.
After my department had closed for the day I took the elevator up to Mr. Neems' office on the top floor. His was the only office on that floor and as soon as I got off the elevator I was at the reception area to his office. His office manager was just leaving and told me to go on back to Mr. Neems' office as he was expecting me.
On entering his office I saw him seated behind his desk. What surprised me was that he had on a robe and his hair was damp but he explained he had just finished playing racket ball at the executives' club and had just got out of the shower.
Smiling at me he said, "Have a seat," and motioned to a chair in front of his desk.
"Care for a drink?' Mr. Neems asked smiling at me. "I'm going to have a Scotch, want one?
"The same please," I answered, as I sat down expecting the best and was no way prepared for what was about to befall me.
We made some small talk as I consumed my Scotch. It was good Scotch but for some reason tasted a little bitter. I passed that off as being a brand I had never tried.
"Well so much for the small talk," stated Mr. Neems. "I have something very important to discuss with you...as of today a great change is going to come onto your life.
I leaned forward with expectations running high and thoughts of a wonderful promotion swimming through my head. But in the next few minutes not only was all these great expectations gone, but life as I now knew it would be gone.
Handing me another drink Mr. Neems returned to his chair and solemnly spoke, "Dave, you are in serious trouble...and I don't know if I can help you, or I should say I don't know if I want to."
My life passed before my eyes, I had never expected this. In my numbness I drained my glass that tasted even more bitter than before. "Tro...trouble?" I stammered, wondering what he was talking about.
"Let me show you. Watch the TV screen," he ordered as he opened his desk drawer and started typing on his keyboard.
He had his computer hooked to the large TV screen. Instantly the screen lit up and a menu of the company personal page appeared. He strolled down to Security and typing in his access code he opened the file and strolled down to my name. After clicking on my name he next clicked on a box showing my home PC was tied into the company computer. Even though I am computer 'wise' what he did next amazed me. He tapped into my PC and opened my file log. He then typed in something that caused all my hidden files to appear.
I knew I was doomed then because the names of all the company files it was unlawful for me to have immediately appeared.
"The last man that stole these files is doing 20 years in the Federal Pen," stated Mr. Neems.
I just numbly nodded my head 'yes' because I knew this was true, as I had heard about this man from a Supervisor just last week.
"He was an asshole, I did not even think about trying to help him...but you..." stated Mr. Neems looking closely at me.
"Oh please help me," I begged. "I'll do anything," I pleaded, hoping upon hope that Neems would help me.