"You might need to get on your hands and knees to see down there," said Dave from behind Sara. She was already bent low as she peered at the rows of video tapes, and she knew that Dave's eyes hadn't left her ass since she turned to survey the contents of the shelves in the security office. As sleazy as she felt displaying herself to his lustful gaze, it was an essential part of her plan.
Dave had wanted her for months and had pursued her as far as he dared within the confines of the workplace. She knew he would be eyeballing her; she had counted on it. If there was any chance that Dave knew where the tape was or what was on it, there was a chance he'd try to use it to get into her pants. While the idea wasn't exactly agreeable to her, she'd use anything at her disposal to save her job and avoid the embarrassment that the tape would invariably bring.
"You'd like to see me on my hands and knees, wouldn't you?" Sara made it a joke, but inside she was repulsed by what she was doing. She had used her body to get things before, but never so blatantly.
"A man can dream," Dave said in a wistful tone, and Sara finally figured out who he had reminded her of since the day she met him: Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons. He didn't look much like him except for being overweight, but he sounded like him and had some of the same mannerisms.
"If you want a show, you'll have to give me something in return." Sara had hoped for a more natural segue into the offer she had planned on making, but it was the best opportunity that had yet presented itself, and she was getting antsy.
"Oh, a trade, is it?" She could practically hear him raise his eyebrows.
"I really need to get that tape, Dave." Sara stood and turned to face him.
"What do you propose?" He said it to her breasts, her cleavage more pronounced than normal in the tan blazer thanks to the push-up bra. She had chosen it for its matching trim rather than the effect it was having on Dave's hormones, but every little bit helped.
"You give me the tape. If you don't have it, tell me everything you know about it."
"And in exchange?" His eyebrows arched inquiringly.
Sara let out a sigh. "What do you want?"
"One night with me." Dave said it with a straight face, but even he had to know it was too much.
"I'm not sleeping with you." Sara actually got him to focus on her face when she said that.
"Let me make sure I understand the situation, here." Dave looked skyward as if making a mental inventory. "Jerry wants the security tape because someone trashed his beloved stationary. He plans on firing whoever it was that did the deed. You, as the person obviously most interested in getting her hands on the tape, are now my personal prime suspect. Even if the tape is never found, if I tell Jerry that you were willing to give me a show to get it," he made a little quotation mark gesture with his fingers when he said the word show, "things would be very bad for you. Very bad indeed."
"Are you trying to blackmail me?" Sara couldn't help but let the anger through in her voice.
Dave cut her off. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm just making sure that we understand each other. You want the tape, and I want something in return."
"So if I sleep with you, you'll give me the tape and keep this conversation just between the two of us?"
A smile slid across Dave's face like a snake curling up in the sun. "Please, Sara. Let's not be crass. I would never dream of forcing myself upon someone. Give me the chance to court you, take you out and show you a good time, a couple of dates, dinner, a movie, something fun. In return I'll tell you everything I know about the tape."
"So I don't have to promise to have sex with you." Sara let out her breath sharply. "That's reassuring."
"Let's say this: if I cannot woo you into my bed, then you can give me the show you mentioned earlier."
So it's sex or I show you my tits?" Sara shook her head. "I thought we weren't being crass."
"Nothing so vulgar as that." Dave mocked a hurt look. "It would have to be tasteful. A nice outfit, some music, a little dance…" he trialed off longingly, a far-off look in his eyes.
Sara just stared at him. He was serious. He wanted her to do a strip tease for him, probably dressed up as some Dungeons and Dragons fantasy he had harbored since adolescence. She suppressed a shudder.
"That's not too much to ask, is it?" Dave was staring at her breasts again. "I would assume that there's some very negative footage on that tape, or you wouldn't be so eager for it. Perhaps something more than mere stationary damage?"
Sara felt a tightening in her chest. Did he know? He must, or he never would have said anything. He'd seen the tape, she was certain of it. Damn it, she had thought this was going to be so easy, but somehow he'd turned it all around on her. Somewhere she had made a fatal misstep. Instead of teasing him and getting him to give up the tape, now she had to go out with him and either fuck him or strip for him. Both options made her skin crawl. On top of that he only promised to tell her whatever he knew about the tape, he never even hinted that it was in his possession. There was no guarantee that she'd actually have it in her hands, only that Dave wouldn't tell Jerry about how badly she wanted it.
"Do you have the tape, or not?" Sara was tired of games. First Andy and now Dave, everyone was screwing with her today, and her nerves could only handle just so much more.
"That would fall under the category of everything I know about the tape." Dave smiled, triumphant and victorious. He knew he had her. Even if he knew nothing about the tape, he still had her overly enthusiastic need to locate it.
His worst case was that he would get to see her naked, and for Sara that was the best case. She wracked her brain trying to think of a way out of the situation, but couldn't find one. Her shoulders slumped. She looked Dave in the eye.
"Deal?" he asked in the tone that said he knew he had won.
"Fine. It's a deal." Sara reached out her hand and they shook. His palm was cool and damp. "But if you try to screw me over, I'll make you pay."
"I believe you would, at that." He smiled again. "I have to get back to the security desk." He held the door open and made a motion for her to precede him out. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, my dear. I'll call you to make arrangements for our first date."
Sara stalked out of the office and directly to the elevator, jamming the button twice hard. Things had gone from terrible to unbelievably horrendous, and she had no one to blame but herself.