No Strings Attached (18+)

Chapter 5

Dave's skin tone grew sickly.

"While I was there, I ran into a young lady who also got stranded in the storm - and she shared a very interesting anecdote about how she got stranded."

Dave's gaze turned to me, and I stared back, not bothering to disguise my loathing.

"According to her, one of her bosses conned her into traveling out to a nonexistent football camp and attempted to coerce her into performing sexual favors for him."

"That's a lie!" Dave shouted.

To Nick's right, a sharply dressed woman with a severe, A-line bob spoke, "We had IT pull your email history, Mr. Turner. Two days ago, you sent Ms. Carter an email stating that 'Sarah' had to drop out of the aforementioned football camp appearance, and you needed her to fill in. Ms. Carter replied, stating that her car was experiencing engine issues, and you replied, offering her a ride to the event."

Dave sat, silent, as a droplet of sweat trickled down his face.

She continued, "We checked, Mr. Turner - there was no such event."

"It was a mistake, I just had the details wrong-" he addressed the faces around the table, desperation beginning to show, "Look, it's not a crime to get your wires crossed!"

"No," she replied, "but it does strongly support Ms. Carter's version of events."

"What version?" He demanded, "We got there, I realized that I messed up, and she threw a temper tantrum and walked out!"

"Mr. Turner-"

"Actually," I interrupted, rage burning red behind my eyes, "if you don't mind, I think I can settle the issue."

The woman faced me, nodding, "By all means."

Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my phone, navigating quickly until I found what I was looking for.

I raised the volume to the max and set it on the table.

And I pressed, "Play".

The audio was fuzzy, a relic of being hidden in my purse, but the voices were distinctly mine and Dave's.

Across the table, he blanched, "Y-you can't do that. This is illegal, I did not consent-"

Spearing him with my eyes, I cut to the quick: "We live in a single-party consent state, Fuckstick. I am free to record any conversation that I am a part of."

The woman with the bob eyed Dave, "She's right."

Knowing what was coming, he began to bluster, but I held up a finger, "Hold on, this is the best part."

On the recording, Dave's voice grew louder as he'd stepped in close, his pungent cologne overwhelming my sense of smell, "Look, Babe, either you suck my cock now or you suck a dozen cocks hitchhiking back to the city."

A hush fell over the room, and I reached over, silencing the recording.

The woman next to Nick spoke first, "Ms. Carter, could you send me a copy of that?"

Nodding, I answered, "I'd be happy to."

Next to her, Nick looked murderous, visibly struggling to contain his fury.

"How many?" He grit out.

Dave looked his way, fearful and confused.

Nick elaborated, "How many women have you done this to? Because that man?" He gestured to my phone, "That man? This is not his first attempt; he's done this before. So, how many?"