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I was browsing an internet chat room when suddenly, I see a very familiar face in the chat: my freaking awesome looking administrative assistant. I stared at the computer screen for the longest time in disbelief. I watched as she typed on her keyboard, from her bedroom, dressed in a very sexy loose fitting t-shirt with the word “SEXY” emblazoned across the front of it.I had hired red-headed Rachel about six months early and while she was strikingly beautiful, I always kept my distance from her because sexual harassment in any form is strictly forbidden in our company. I had seen very good managers walked out of the offices, with all of their work stuff in a box, because of sexual harassment issues.My mind was racing as I watched Rachel strip out of her shirt bearing her very well endowed, all natural 36 d-cup breasts to the internet world. She did a little strip tease dance in front of her computer screen wearing in some light blue jogging pants. Although she didn’t show all that she had, she left very little to be guessed about as she sexually danced and walked in front of her webcam. Then, suddenly, the computer screen went black and a message appeared that said she was doing a private show.Damn.The next day at work was hard. All I could think about was Rachel’s private little porno show. Towards the end of the day, I asked Rachel to step into the office and close the door.She was her usual quiet self as she took up a seat in front of my desk, waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t say anything right away, she nervously asked,“Am I in trouble for something?”“No,” I dutifully replied, “Not unless you’ve done something I don’t know about and need to know about.”“I don’t think I have done anything wrong,” Rachel quickly beylikdüzü escort replied.“Then there is nothing to worry about,” I shot back. “But I do have some questions to ask you.”Rachel sat with her legs crossed, one over the other, her business skirt barely reaching her knees.“Are you happy with you work here?” I asked.“Very much so,” Rachel replied. “I love it here.”“Are we compensating you well enough?” I asked.“It’s a fair salary,” Rachel replied. “Of course, I’d love a raise but only when you think I have earned it.”“Well,” I replied, “that’s what I wanted to discuss with you.”Rachel sat in silence, waiting for me to continue.“You’ve been here six months and normally we don’t hand out raises until the one-year anniversary,” I started. “But you’ve been an exemplary worker and I like you.”Rachel and I had only had some personal conversations on a couple of occasions. I knew she was single and by choice and she knew I was married and that things were complicated. Beyond those peripheral discussions, we had never talked about our personal life outside of the office. That was fixing to change. It was a huge gamble for me, knowing how strongly the company felt about managers getting involved in the personal affairs of employees.“I have some pull in HR and I’d like to bump your hourly wage from $12 an hour to $19 an hour.”Rachel sat in stunned silence as she processed what I had just offered.“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, raising her hands to cover her mouth.“Now, the hard part,” I added. “You should know you can turn down the raise and we can still negotiate a few things. I want you to feel comfortable and no pressure in the additional job responsibilities that I might be asking of you.”Rachel escort beylikdüzü looked at me in silence. It was hard to read her.“Can we talk about those responsibilities over dinner and a drink?” I asked.“Are you asking me out on a date?” Rachel asked.“No,” I replied. “I am a married man and I just thought it would be better to discuss work things in a more casual environment.”Rachel nodded her head in agreement.“Let me get my purse,” she replied.I turned off my computer and met her at her desk outside of my office.“So that no tongues start wagging,” I said, “Just follow me.”We walked out to the parking lot, Rachel walking towards her car and me towards mine. I waited a few moments since I had an executive level parking place and she had to further to walk to get to her car. She pulled up behind me and I steered out of the employee parking lot and to a nearby restaurant.Once we were at the restaurant, we were seated at a booth and I took up a seat opposite of her. She ordered a rum and Coke and I ordered a white Russian.“You know,” I began,” I don’t know much about you except that you are single by choice. Tell me what you do in your spare time.”“Not much,” Rachel replied. “I like to work out, dance, sit around the pool when I can, chat on the internet. I live a very boring life.”I zeroed in on her disclosure about internet chat.“You know,” I started, “I haven’t even looked to see if you have a Facebook page. Are you on Instagram, Snap-Chat or any other social media mediums?”“Sometimes,” she dutifully responded. “I try to keep a low profile.”I leaned forward and softly said, with a nod of my head and a pat on the bench seat on which I was seated, “Come over here, I want to show you something.”Rachel beylikdüzü escort bayan slipped on to the open bench seat beside me as I opened my cell phone. On it, I had stored screenshots of her from the porn chat room.“OK,” I said, tapping on my “Photos” icon, “This is just between you and me.”As the first image appeared, I quickly thumbed to each succeeding image after only a second on each image.Rachel closed her eyes and sat in stunned silence.“Oh my God!” she whispered, staring straight at my phone as I flipped back to the first photo, her hand raising to her mouth.“Don’t worry,” I told her setting down my phone. “No one else knows.”Rachel didn’t say a word as she tried to process what had just transpired.“This is part of why I want to give you a nice raise, so you don’t have to show off your very sexy body to perverts like me on the internet,” I remarked.“I don’t think you’re a pervert,” Rachel replied.“Well, some might disagree,” I argued back.Rachel looked straight ahead. I sensed she was too embarrassed to look right at me. Finally, after a rather lengthy silence between us, she asked, “Are you looking for a private show if your own?”“That’s totally up to you,” I replied.“Is my raise contingent on doing a show for you?” she asked.“No,” I replied. “You still get the raise whether you do a show for me or not. I don’t work that way. You can say ‘No’ and still get the raise.”Rachel sat in silence, processing what I was telling her. She took a deep breath and forcibly exhaled running her slender ling fingers through her flaming orange, red hair. About that time our salads arrived at the table. Rather than move back to her side of the table, she reached across and grabbed her flatware and her cloth napkin.As we both started on our salads, Rachel began to explain to me how and why she had gotten into porn. She said a former boyfriend signed her up and that it paid good money.“I’m not into porno,” Rachel remarked. “I only do the video chat thing.”I asked her what the weirdest thing ever requested was.

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