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serpents through his brain. Finally he pulled himself out of it with a shake of his head and reached for his beer.
    “Get real, Chapman,” he said aloud.
    But the fantasy lingered, whispering in his brain like a devil on his shoulder.

 
    Chapter 3
     
     
    It was nine o’clock on a muggy Saturday night and Jessie was finally wrapping up the shoot. They’d been at it down there for over seven hours. Eric had been observing, off and on, but he didn’t really get off on watching some sissy boy being put through his paces. Now, if it had been a female down there tied up and whipped, that he would have enjoyed, without question. A little girl-on-girl action could be hot, especially when it was taking place right in his basement. Maybe he’d suggest it to Jessie, maybe even round up a few candidates for her.
    It had been bizarre in the extreme, having her in the office playing the part of the good little employee, when they both knew what she would be doing that weekend in his basement. He wasn’t sure how long either of them could sustain the charade, or if it was even smart to keep her on at Chapman Advertising.
    Maybe he should make her focus exclusively on the website now that he had control of the situation. It was such a perfect setup down there—why not make the most of it? He’d spent several hours over the course of the week examining all her gear and equipment. Though he knew it was absurd, he found himself increasingly obsessed with the fantasy of keeping his own personal slave girl hidden away down there. All he needed to do was add a bed, or even better, a cage. The fantasy was even better than his long-held slave in a box under the bed. The basement was soundproofed, after all, so even when someone came around, they’d never suspect his secret. No one else would ever have to know what went on behind locked doors…
    He heard the basement door open and close, and then the sound of the automatic garage door being raised. Eric sat up and looked at his smart phone, calling up a view of the basement on his security app.
    After a moment Jessie came back down into the room. She began to tidy up and put things away. She was still dressed in the outfit she’d donned for the shoot—a sexy little satin gown that slinked along her ample curves like a silky glove.
    Hopefully she’d garnered enough useable material to make two new videos. Sales were definitely off. Her site had taken a nosedive in the past week. New memberships spiked on weekends, so maybe there’d been an uptick since he last checked. Opening his laptop, he went to her credit card processing account to check the new memberships.
    “Fuck,” he swore softly. “Where are the numbers she had before I came onboard?”
    Then it hit him. Of course . The little bitch was cheating him. But how? He had access to all the numbers and accounts. Didn’t he?
    He decided to try an experiment. Getting out his card, he purchased another membership from her site using a hotmail email address he hardly ever accessed. He got a confirmation receipt, waited a few minutes and then reopened her processing account.
    There was no indication of his sale there.
    The cunt.
    As he thought about it, he realized how she must have done it. She probably opened a second, secret bank account and set up another merchant account with the credit card processors. She was siphoning off the profits so he’d think her business was losing money.
    “Goddamn her,” he breathed, letting the anger that pumped through his veins like liquid heat buoy him from his chair. She’d been putting his firm at risk for two years with her secret porn biz in his facilities, while using his cameras to do it. Then she’d cost him the account of a lifetime, and who knew what the ramifications might be if those execs decided to spread news of the gaff around the community—he would become a laughing stock. Now the little bitch had the nerve to hold back on him, and she hadn't even been subtle about it.