Free Emily's Dilemma by Gabriella Como Page A

board members you were
open to considering my vision," he said. "Please."
     
    "All right, Mitch. Point taken. I do need to
do my due diligence," replied Emily.
     
    The driver picked her up and drove from the
downtown area to a fancy suburb. She figured they would be meeting
at a nice restaurant, but instead they headed into a neighborhood
with large, ostentatious houses. The driver pulled into a circular
driveway, stopping in front the double door entrance surrounded by
cut glass windows. Mitch was there to greet her.
     
    Emily was not happy. "This is not where I
thought we'd meet," she coldly said.
     
    "I have a nice dinner catered and ready. The
sushi chef is finishing it up as we speak," Mitch countered. He
sounded all business, which calmed Emily's nerves. He didn't show a
trace of the sliminess she had witnessed before. As she entered,
she could see the sushi chef arranging the table. An expensive
bottle of cabernet was on the table. Mitch grabbed his gin and
tonic, went over to the table, and poured her a glass of the wine.
He handed it to her. She accepted it, but then put it down on the
table without taking a sip. Having the sushi chef around was
comforting. At least there was someone around. Through the back
sliding glass doors she could make out a large, fancy pool area.
Off to the right was a pool house. The pool area's expensive
lighting was dimmed, as if Mitch was about to throw a party.
Everything seemed eerily similar to her, as she recalled an
almost-identical scene so many years ago.
     
    "This used to be my dad's house. He sold it
to me when he retired a month ago," Mitch said as he took a sip of
his drink. "Dad had it built years ago. He had it match his house
in Fairfax." Mitch forgot that Emily remembered that house,
especially the pool area. It was etched in her mind permanently.
There are things you can push out of your mind in order to forget
about a certain time in your life, Emily thought to herself, but
this was not one of them. Mitch tried his best to get Emily to
relax. Neither sat down. The sushi chef quietly departed through
the front door.
     
    "I thought we could grab a piece of sushi
while I go through this presentation," he said. He grabbed a remote
and clicked on a large wall screen. The opening slide featured the
words "Presentation to Emily". She thought the words trite and
beneath the reading level of a CEO candidate. Pretty lowbrow, she
thought. Mitch, remote in hand, didn't flinch as he went on with
his presentation, clicking onto the next slide. It contained a list
of bullet points about what made him the one to take on the CEO
job. He was all business in his manner, which relaxed the cautious
Emily enough for her to take a sip of the wine.
     
    When he clicked to the next slide, Emily's
demeanor changed and her face went white. On the bed sat a woman,
her face covered with white goo. It was Emily's face. Mitch clicked
"play" and the video started at the point where Mitch was stroking
his penis and unloading himself onto Emily. His grunts and groans
added a grotesque counterpoint to the quiet, submissive Emily in
the movie. She saw his emission drain from her mouth onto her
breasts and tank top. She stood watching. She was petrified. This
is happening once again, she screamed to herself.
     
    "Before you say anything, Emily, I
wanted to remind you of this. Yes, another secret video of you in
action. Yes, I know I signed the document. But it didn't say
anything about this movie. You make a very good porn star, by the
way, Kimber . I can't tell you
how much I enjoyed coming into you and all over you. Best sex I've
ever had. Bar none," Mitch said, smiling deviously. "I also know
you're fucking Robert now. It doesn't take very much to find that
out. The other board members won't be too happy with that. The SEC
won't even be happy about that. I did my due diligence on you,
Emily. I'm not a quitter. I'm pretty relentless and I get my way.
You know that about me."
     
    He walked up to