A young man begins employment at a new workplace. It's unlike anything he has experienced before. A woman is an empowered female running her company with a twist. It's not her way or the highway; it's her way.

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As I look over at my workplace neighbor Ashley, I wonder what I would see if I had access to her webcams. Would I see her pleasure herself at night? Could I record it as she unknowingly undresses for me and steps into the shower? Who does she sleep with and what exactly do they do? What if I were Willow and could text and summon Ashley 24/7?

“I hope hubby doesn't wake up while I'm gone. This clandestine stuff feels so naughty.”

“Want a shot of vodka to take the edge off?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

She downs it like a trooper. I make myself comfortable in my recliner. The next move has to be hers.

“This feels so awkward, Max. Other than my doctor, my husband is the only man to ever see me naked. My girlfriend took the last photo.”

I like when a woman feels awkward and is about to take off her clothes, so I don't say a word, just sit there ogling.

“Shannon, since we're guests here and you are the oldest, I want you to be the one to get things started. Take off your clothes!”

“I can't believe you just said that, Mom. Are you on drugs again?”

“Don't you sass me, girl!” She slaps her hard, surprising everyone.

“Strip!”

“Your new dad and I told you no sex until you are an adult. Good news. Tonight you're eighteen and finally get to have sex. When we arranged to move in here, I promised Brian he could be your first.
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“Kiss me, Allison.”

They kiss. It's hot. It's passionate. Then we get a surprise.

SLAP

“Ouch! That hurt! Why did you hit me? I did what you said.”

“Because I can. Because it's fun. You got a problem with that, honey?”

“No, ma'am.”

“I'm going to leave a teddy-cam on your desk. Place it on your bedroom bureau pointed at your bed. No masturbating and no more sex with your husband. I want you horny.

We position her on the edge of the boat, fear in her eyes, everything else duct-taped, a heavy cinder block attached to her.

“You do the honors, Ash.”

SPLASH

We all peer over the edge of our small boats watching as her face sinks into the dark water.

I've used my Engineering Degree to develop Subliminal Audio, no laws against that yet. The modernized teddy-cam has been adapted to both send and receive. It's done on a frequency similar to a dog whistle. A human can't hear it, but a dog can. With the enhanced teddy-cam, the human subconscious can hear it, the conscious mind cannot. Thanks to the advent of Generative AI, we can perfectly mimic the voice of someone trusted. How? Simply a 'hello' on a telephone call will do, or a perhaps a video on social media.

Their mother's Generative AI subliminal voice comes on and says Buy products from Wesley Manufacturing. Or for the more sordid, You can trust Max Miller. Do whatever he says.
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It's known as a pillory and intended to humiliate and punish. Back in the days of the Puritans they were placed in public squares. The person being punished puts their head and hands through the holes, then gets locked into place and left for several hours for the public to taunt. I'm thinking we could place one in the company cafeteria. That way people having lunch or taking midday coffee breaks can have some entertainment.”
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“When employees sign the NDA it includes a model release, allows us rights to publish. In fact, I have a few photos of you I was about to upload to the site. Care to see?”

“Sure. Oh my God. I'm naked! That's not me. Don't upload that! This one makes my husband and me look like pedophiles! What do you want, Mr. Miller?”

“Three nude photos; front, rear, compromising.