“Hey Chris.” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we get some drinks for the ladies.” I turn him towards the bar, leaving Connie and Melanie talking.
“So what do you do, Don?” Chris asks, as we get in line at the bar.
“I ruin people who fuck with my friends.” I tell him, casually, as if it’s the expected answer.
“Look, I don’t know what she told you, but…”
“Don’t even go there, Chris. I know all about you and I don’t think you’d want Melanie or her daddy to know the things I know.” I say calmly. He smiles with that smug look I hate so much, as he squares off in front of me.
“Look, Don.” He says, condescendingly. “Melanie believes that there are numerous women in the company who are gold diggers and who will make up lies to try and blackmail me.” He says, flaunting his arrogance. “She won’t believe anything you or Connie have to say and she has her daddy wrapped around her little finger, so he won’t either.” I’m reaching in my pocket for my IPOD, as he continues. “So, what are you drinking, Don?” He smirks, as we move into second place in line.
“Drink in this, asshole.” I whisper, as I push the play button and show him the video clip of him pumping his cock into Connie’s mouth.
“Where did you get this?” He demands, grabbing for the IPOD.
“It only matters that I have it.” I say, pulling the IPOD from within his reach. “There’s more. Do you want to watch her riding you, or you poking her from behind?” I whisper, bringing the IPOD around so I can cue up another video. He watches me turning the thumb wheel, as he tries to figure a way to explain away the videos.
“What do you want?” He finally says, apparently having failed to come up with a logical explanation that Melanie would buy.
“I’ll have two Chardonnays.” I say to the bartender. “What are you and Melanie drinking, Chris?” Startled, he turns to look at the bartender, waiting for his order.
“Two Chardonnays, as well.” Chris says, pulling out his wallet.
“Oh you’re buying? Thanks.” I say, taking the wine glasses from the bartender.
As we make our way through the crowd I whisper in Chris’ ear. “This is a one time deal. You do as your told, the video vanishes and you’ll never hear from me again.”
“Fine. What do you want?” Chris says impatiently.
“You will treat Connie with professional respect everyday at work and get her the promotion she deserves, outside of your department.” I tell him and he stops in his tracks.
“You’re giving me more credit than I deserve. I can’t just get someone a promotion.” He says.
“Don’t bullshit me, Chris. You’re married to the boss’ daughter. Unless you want Melanie and her daddy to receive copies of the directors cut of these videos, you’ll make this happen within two weeks.” I lock eyes with him. “Now, we’re going to rejoin the ladies and you are going to tell Connie to come see you Monday morning to discuss the promotion. Deal?”
“Yes.” He says, pushing past me and almost spilling my wine. I smile at his macho posing, knowing that he’s going to do exactly what I tell him.