Bound By Blackmail Ch 26

I stood in the presence of my old master, trapped once again at his whim. He literally held the key that would allow me to get away from him. Though he said he just wanted to talk, it was easy to see that he was enjoying the power trip over me again. To further strengthen that resolve, the key that would get us moving again was removed from the panel and the keyring dropped back into his pocket. That made me even more nervous. If I wanted to get moving again, I'd have to wrangle them away from him, which seemed unlikely.

"I just wanted to give us a chance to chat a bit more privately," he started. "You know, I think you've been playing hard-to-get with me." With a coy smile, he added, "I know how you girls like that game."

I scoffed. "The hell I have! I just don't have anything to say to you," I said confidently.

"Dafni, aren't you ready to give up this foolishness and come back home?"

"That isn't my fucking name and there's no foolishness about it. I've already told you that I'm done being your slave."

"I've been watching you all week. I've seen how miserable you look at your desk. You can't seem to pee at a urinal without getting piss all over the place; despite you knowing those aren't meant for girls. Those clothes you have on look hideous compared to the adorably cute things you're used to wearing." I had to stop him there.

"My clothes look hideous because it's the only thing I've got to wear!" Keeping away from Brady was sadly a double-edged sword. I didn't want to see or talk to him, yet he still had all my personal belongings in storage. "I want all my clothes back!" I demanded. Actually, I wanted far more than just my clothes, but I had to work at getting my life back little bits at a time.

"Oh yeah? Where are you going to keep them? Where are you going to clean them; or yourself for that matter?" He asked.

Sadly, I've been using the gym showers to try and stay clean. My sole pair of clothes I've tried to keep tolerable with fresheners.

"I want to keep everything in my own house!"

"And if one day you get your own place, maybe you can do that," he said. He eyed me to see just what sort of reaction that jab was going to get.

"I'm not going to get into that right now," I said, trying to stay calm and pick my battles.

"Good! Perhaps there is some hope for you. We can't dilly-dally here all day long on wishful fantasies," he said. Brady leaned up against the adjacent wall of the elevator and crossed his arms. "Getting back on topic, I'd hoped that after a week of this grueling living, you'd be ready to come back to where you belong. Wasn't life just so much simpler when all you had to do was follow your owners orders? There's no thinking for yourself or trying to solve problems. You take care of your owner and then your owner takes care of you."

Again I had to wonder if he actually believe that to be something anyone would buy.

"Living out of my car and wearing the same damn clothes all week is still a thousand times better than any life living under your rule." Brady simply snickered and continued to appeal to me as if he had something worthwhile to offer.

"Like I said when I made you my offer, you can be done here and you'll be able to stay home with a clean maid's uniform to prance around in. Come on, I know you miss it."

While I never enjoyed wearing any of the feminine attire provided to me, that was one outfit I loathed. Its overly girly, overly skimpy, overly humiliating design was impractical and incredibly uncomfortable; from the tight fit all the way down to the stiletto pumps.

"You know I never enjoyed any of the shit you put me through."

"Oh, Dafni. I hear what that cute mouth is saying, but I see in those eyes the longing for it."

"You're full of shit," I said. "Now cut the elevator back on."

"Look, let me level with you. I know this is your last day," he said. It surprised me that he knew but not overly. He liked keeping an overbearing watch over me even when I wasn't his property any more.

"And how do you know that?" I asked curiously. It wasn't like I spread it around the office since I tried to keep my distance from everyone; a trait I had to adopt due to him.

"Doesn't really matter, but word gets around. I personally think it attests to your complete ditzy, airheadedness," he said boldly.

"What!"

"Think about it! You've got no roof over your head, no means to cook, clean, or provide for yourself. So what's your first move; to quit your fucking job?" He couldn't help but give a hardy laugh that was periodically interrupted with a little smokers cough.

"You know why I'm quitting," I said as he continued to laugh at my decision. I felt infuriated at his mocking of me when he knew I couldn't work in the same building with him any longer. And it was for shit like being forcibly stuck in an elevator with him.

"I know, I know!" He started, trying to compose himself. "Much like a girl getting her heart broken, you just can't bare to be around me each day; knowing that you had your shot at true, sissy happiness and blew it because your brain couldn't think things through logically."

"Brady, you know that isn..," I started before he cut me off.

"But I'm here trying to tell you it doesn't have to be like that. So why don't you put your emotions aside and we do this; we both go and get your desk packed up and cleared out. I'll take you back home to my place where you can get dolled up. I told you that I've got your maid uniform all clean and ready to go," he said with a smile. "You can look adorable for me while getting my place cleaned back up. Then later this evening after you've cooked your master a wonderful dinner, and only if you've been a very good girl, I'll let you take a ride in your sex swing that I've heard you love so much while I fuck that hard-up pussy of yours. Doesn't that sound delightful?"

Did he actually believe the shit spewing from his tar-stained lips? I doubted it. That smug, arrogant look was splayed across his face. He knew I wouldn't want any part of that. It was just more mind games. If that wasn't enough, he had one more thing to add. He made a move towards his cart which caused me to back myself further into the corner.

"Of course, we don't have to wait if you want to slip this back on and give your old master a little head before things get moving again."

What he produced from a compartment under a towel was my blonde wig. It looked like he'd straightened and conditioned it after I'd basically ripped it from my head the night I departed.

"N..No! I don't want that."

"Are you sure you don't want to feel these beautiful, blond strands brushing across you as you suck me off?" Brady, making sure to give me a visual aid, moved his cart enough for me to see that he was beginning to pitch a tent. I wasn't surprised since his torment of me usually got him in the mood.

"Bra...ady," I started, feeling a bit panicked. "I've told you that I don't want your deal or your cock." I tried to get louder with a less shaky voice and more threatening with, "Get this fucking thing moving!" The look on his face told me that the latter had not happened.

"Fine, Dafni," he said. Putting the wig back under the towel, he took his key, put it back in the slot, gave a twist, and the elevator began moving again. "I can't say I'm not disappointed. I really thought that after a week you'd come to your senses. I guess I just didn't realize how airheaded you are."

"ENOUGH!" I shrieked.

We stopped a second later and I wondered if anyone else on the floor had heard my squeal. The doors couldn't open up fast enough for me to get the hell away from him. Brady didn't follow, but he did give me one more message as I tried to barrel my way out of the confined space; one that was simple but knew exactly what it meant.

"Tick-Tock, Dafni. Tick-Tock. Don't let this opportunity get by you before it's too late."

For the better part of the morning, I sat fuming at my desk. Brady had once again rattled me, but I wasn't going to let him get the better of me. I had mere hours left, regardless of if the Brothers even showed up to do their audit. Though as the minutes ticked away, I wondered if perhaps they weren't around to even show up at all. Perhaps Brady had gotten it wrong and they were still abroad. That was an idea I immediately dismissed. No way he would have let me go if he wasn't certain.

I checked the email addresses three times during the week just to make sure that I'd sent it to the right people. They had to have gotten it. At least I hoped they did considering I was on the latter part of my resignation letter.

After half a day of wondering if I was going to sever my ties with the company cleanly or not, I got a surprise on my way back from the bathroom. I rounded the corner to see a very large, well-dressed man propped up on my desk. He wore a dark blue suit with the jacket opened in the front to allow his bulbous, yet firm abdomen to poke out. His hair was short and black with a balding spot on the crown of his head. His face I could tell was pudgy but nicely disguised by a well manicured goatee. His arms were crossed over his chest in a waiting fashion.

It was one of the Brothers!

Though I had been waiting anxiously all week for their arrival, I still wasn't prepared for an actual face-to-face interaction with them. Just seeing how much more massive he was than myself just strengthened the fear of ending up like Clint or Daniel. Judging his facial expression, he didn't seem like he was in a good mood. That was reason enough not to engage with him, but I had to force myself to. It was the only way I could leave with peace of mind.

"Hello," I said as I walked up. His attention cut towards me and I got a very intimidated feeling from it. Even from his glare I could tell that he demanded authority.

"Ah, you must be Evan," he said in a deep voice.

"Yes sir, I am."

"I don't think we've officially met before, but I've heard you're quite the workaholic. We like that here."

"Thank you, sir," I said a bit timidly

His large brow sunk down in a quite displeased manner. "So you can understand my surprise when I walked up and found no one sitting at this desk during the peek of the day," he said in a low, displeased tone.

"I...I'm sorry, sir. I just..ah..had to go use the...the bathroom," I said in an obviously nervous tone.

The big guy stood up from his perch and I saw just how big he really was. He was more like a human wall than anything. The pictures of both Clint and Daniel sifted through my head. While it was unlikely that he or his brother had actually taken retaliation literally into their own hands, it was easy to see that he could; and for a moment I was worried that's what he wanted to do to me. A harsh scowl unfolded across his face and a nervous feeling crept through me. What had I done that was so bad? Was it such a crime to go take a leak?

Then I began to worry that a simple trip to the men's room wasn't his main concern. Did he know? Had I sucked and fucked multiple dicks over a period of months only for him to find out anyways? I could just about feel the color drain from my face. Panic-struck, I didn't know what to say.

Finally, with a half grin, he said, "Ah Evan, I'm just messing with you," he joked. He reached out with a large, open palm and slapped me on the side of the arm. It was in a joking manner, but it was still rather harsh.

"Oh..ah..thank you, sir."

He reached out his humongous hand to shake mine. "I'm Eugene, the better half of the Brothers," he joked. "You'll see when you meet my less-witty, far uglier brother in just a bit."

"Oh," I said nervously, giving a forced laugh at his joke. Eugene gave my hand such a squeeze that I almost yelped in pain. "I heard that the two of you were back. I assume that you'll want to go ahead and do an audit on everything."

"Nope!" He quickly replied. "It's already taken care of."

"Really?" I asked astonished. I had only gone to pee, and at a urinal no less. There was no way he could have counted all that cash in such a short amount of time.

"Yes, really! Like I said, my brother and I both know you do good work for us." He then raised and eyebrow and gave me a curious look. "Unless you think I missed something or there's something you want to tell me?"

All over again, I became a nervous wreck. Did he know? Had Brady ratted me out just to save his own hide? It had to be my nervous demeanor. There were no errors in my work and I personally knew the money was back and correct in the safe. I tried to calm myself down and act casual. Getting through this part was the last hurdle in getting all of this behind me.

"No sir. I just want to make sure that everything is good on my end." I then brought up the other piece of business. "Since I'll be done here after today."

Eugene eyed me funny, but he wasn't surprised. Clearly he had gotten my email about my resigning from my position.

"Yes, I'm aware of that; which is one of the reasons I'm here. Why are you going to leave us? Do you not enjoy the work?"

Had I known what kind of people they were, I doubted I would have even taken the job in the first place.

"The work is okay, but I'm just a little stressed. Thought maybe I'd find something a little slower-paced."

"Stress will certainly effect work quality. We would certainly hate to lose you. My brother feels the same way. We were both astonished when we received your email. Before settling on your decision, how about coming up to our office on the top floor and having a talk with the two of us about what's troubling you."

"Right now?" I asked.

"Do you have something more pressing to attend to?" The way he talked, it wasn't a mere request. He started moving, ushering me along without any prompting.

"No, I suppose not," I said; getting the feeling I didn't have any other choice.

"Excellent!"

In the elevator, Eugene inserted a key, much like Brady's, into one of the slots on the control panel. Giving it a twist, he entered a code that his bulbous self blocked from my view. That caused the elevator to carry us higher than I'd ever gone up in the building. The trip was awkward to say the least. Eugene's massive presence in the small space was hard to miss. It didn't help that he stood incredibly close to me in an overbearing manner.

"Elevators make you nervous?" He asked, looking down at me.

"This one does a little," I responded. He probably assumed it was the higher floor that was the issue. That was not the case.

When we stopped, the doors opened to a floor that didn't seem to have any cubicles, or offices, or any common areas for workers. This looked to be strictly and executive floor; one that appeared to be only accessible to authorized personnel with a key and a code. They had clearly made it to where they would have no interruptions from any unsuspecting visitors or employees. Seemed a bit extreme, but it was their building.

"Alright, Evan, right through those big doors," he told me when we stepped off the elevator.

A short walk in front of us, along a sleek, marble floor, were two rather large doors in scarlet red trimmed in gold. On either side of them sat a secretary desk; both vacant. Eugene had made a joke about it being peek working hours. Surely two busy business owners would have their own secretaries. Maybe they too had to take a restroom break or perhaps they were taking their lunch hour. Either way, it seemed peculiar for both to be gone at the same time, but I had a more pressing matter to focus on.

We made our way through the door and entered into a massive, open office space. The back wall was nothing but windows to give a panoramic view outside. Centered in front of those windows were two huge desks right next to each other. The right one sat vacant while the left had a rather large man sitting behind it. He watched us intensively as we crossed the marble floor.

As I approached, I got a feeling of Deja-vu. Eugene had remarked downstairs about his brother being less attractive than himself. The fact was they were identical; identical twin brothers. His hair looked the same as did the manicured facial hair. The only discernible features being his lighter-colored tan suit and a pair of glasses. Had I forgotten that? Did they usually try to look the same or had I simply not noticed? The fact was I scarcely knew them and I was probably too busy trying to keep my head down to hopefully stay out of trouble. Clearly that worked out well.

"So, brother, this must be the young wiz we hired to do our books for us," the man said in an identical tone to Eugene's.

"Indeed it is." I stopped well short of the large desks. Eugene stepped right up behind me and placed his massive hands on my shoulders. "He's just a little bit nervous, but I think it's just modesty of the fine work he's been doing for us."

"I take it his audit went well?"

"Right down to the penny!" Eugene boasted. "Evan here sure knows his numbers."

"Well," Eugene's brothers said as he stood from his expensive-looking leather chair. He moved around it and I could see he was just as large as Eugene. "Clearly you've met my keen but less-attractive brother," he said, clearly having the same humor. "I'm Eddie; the better half of this duo."

"With Evan's fine eye for detail, he can see that isn't so," Eugene joked behind me.

"It's nice to meet you, sir," I said to Eddie, trying to break up the hysteria.

"Why don't we go have a seat over here and you can chat with us for a few minutes," Eddie said, gesturing towards his left.

What sat on that side of the enormous office was a sitting area with rich, lavish furniture. Two beige leather couches sat adjacent to one another with a glass coffee table in the middle. On the end closest to the office was a large chair of the same caliber that Eugene took a seat in. On the other, attached to the wall, was a large fireplace. Eddie, using his phone, pressed a button and large flames erupted upwards from the faux logs. The heat it radiated felt great.

"Go ahead and take a seat; relax," Eddie told me, taking his place on the couch across from me. He splayed himself out with his legs spread and an arm thrown over the back. I nervously took a seat. Just one of them was intimidating enough. Sitting amongst two of them was doing a number on my nerves.

"So, Evan," Eddie started. "You've been here for a relatively short amount of time but your work is good. Both my brother and I can't understand why you would send us both a resignation letter."

Both of them stared at me. I didn't know what to say; the truth? That I'd taken from them and had thusly been blackmailed into being some sissy prostitute so that my face wouldn't be pummeled in before doing a stint in prison. That was something I definitely wanted to keep to myself.

"Just stress. And I feel like perhaps I'd be better off someplace else."

"Stress?" Eddie said with a scoff. "I promise you haven't begun to feel stress until you deal with the shit my brother and I do on a daily basis."

"Not to mention that we offer the good coffee on your floor," Eugene joked. I was too nervous to give any sort of laugh and his brother seemed unamused.

Eddie got up and walked over to a serving table that had some glasses and an expensive-looking dark liquor in a glass container. He removed the glass stopper and poured himself a small amount.

"Well, Evan, I'm sure my brother has said something similar, but we'd hate to lose you. Is there something that we can do to help you stay; some sort of incentive perhaps?" With that last part, the glass stopper was dropped back in the bottle which gave a unique clinking sound.

There was only one incentive; Brady being terminated. As amazing as that would be, it still wouldn't be enough. First, I'd have to explain why I wanted him fired, which wasn't going to happen. The biggest part was I simply couldn't work for these guys who would just as soon break your legs for a financial transgression.