I graduated from university when I turned 23. Andrew, my husband had graduated 3 years earlier and was enjoying working at a high-profile local company. He was excelling at the company. I had several job interviews lined up at various legal firms, I was ecstatic when I was soon offered a very well-paid job.
I was so proud of myself, my family was very loving but had been unable to support me financially. I wasn't bitter about that, it just meant I had to work more than a lot of the other students to achieve my goals. I had met Andrew about a year ago. I had never had a problem meeting men I would always attract a lot of attention. I am 5'9" with a great body, I have nice C-cup breasts that are quite firm and a great shape. My girlfriend's always joked I should have gone modelling instead of studying law.
Andrew stood out to me, he was a handsome man with a nice body. He is a nice guy from a lovely family. I fell for him almost immediately. He always marvelled at how I had funded myself through university. in just over a year we had married.
My life was a dream at this stage, both of us now had good-paying jobs, and we were madly in love. We had moved into a quaint apartment in a trendy area.
Our sex life was nice, I liked pleasing my man when the occasion arose.
We had attended several work events at Andrews work, I had been the good wife at these events. Now it was Andrews's turn to escort me to my first work event.
It was to be a nice dinner with live music after. I purchased a nice dress, I like to show a bit of skin but I did choose a dress that was a bit demure than normal.
The dress was off the shoulder and tight fitting, My breasts were covered but the tightness showed them off nicely. My long black hair finished off the outfit.
On arriving we had a couple of drinks with a few of the staff I knew, then went to our allocated seats for dinner. Our table was a real mixture of younger and older and junior and senior staff. I correctly assumed this was so we were forced to mix.
Andrew was on one side of me talking to a mature lady sitting next to him, on the other side was a well-dressed man handsome man about 50 years of age.
"I'm John, you are?" the the gentleman said to me.
"Oh I'm Michelle, I only recently started at the firm in the legal department."
"Yes, I remember your application, I run the HR department."
I became a little nervous, John was quite honestly one of the most influential people in the company.
He must have detected my nerves.
"Don't worry I don't bite, well not tonight." John said in jest.
I laughed and took a sizeable gulp of my wine.
John was lovely all evening, he was a typical male though, I caught him looking at my body several times. I did look good I thought and it's not bad for the ego when you know men are ogling you.
As the night progressed the evening went well. Andrew and I even got a couple of dances in. It was a lovely evening.
Just before we left Andrew went to the toilet, John approached me.
"Did you have a nice evening Michelle," John said with a silly grin.
I didn't understand the grin.
"Yes I did, it was great," I replied.
"That's great I'll see you around," he said. Just as Andrew returned John turned and walked away.
Monday rolled around soon enough. Nothing was unusual until I received an email from John requesting my attendance at his office at 2 pm that day. I was puzzled as my work was going well and my supervisor was very happy with my work.
As 2 pm came around I tidied up my skirt and my white blouse.
On entering Johns's office, he gave me a friendly welcome.
I spoke first, " I was puzzled by this appointment, is there a problem?"
"Well there may be Michelle, or is it Cheyanne." He said.
I looked up, he knew my darkest secret but I played dumb.
"You know my name is Michelle," I replied defensively.
" You covered yourself pretty well, but I am pretty sure these are photos of you." he said.
He showed me photos of me in different stages of undress, then the worst, a video about 10 seconds long of me performing oral on a man.
"How did you get those," I demanded I was angry, embarrassed and shocked all at once.
He then showed me an old photo of my online profile, quoting my services and prices.
"You know if these become well known, that will be your promising career finished." He said as he sat on the edge of his desk. He was uncomfortably close now.
"It was the only way I could pay for my studies, I don't do it now," I said, I was almost begging for forgiveness.
"Does your husband know?" John asked.
"No he has no idea," I replied.
"Well, what am I to do, If I do my job you will be forced out of this employment and probably your marriage," John said.