A Friend’s Betrayal – Sexual Harassment in the Workplace

Since the Halloween BJ, my life has been turned upside-down due to quite a few circumstances. I flew back to where my family lives because my grandfather had passed away, but during that time I was away, Kathy, a friend whom I thought I had trusted, decided to release the photos of my little rendezvous to friends at work, during work hours. Rumors about me were spreading around like wildfire, and I wasn’t around to be able to control it. I didn’t even know about the situation until she had decided to inform me that HR was getting into the situation.

I don’t want to disclose much about the situation, but I can talk about as to how I feel. For one, the fact that she took pictures of me without my consent was definitely a violation of my privacy, not to mention showing people left and right as to what I did that night. It’s just like this blog of mine, even though I write uninhibitedly about my sexcapades, I have not revealed my identity, since that information to me is very private. I prefer to be anonymous, so that way nothing in my normal personal life is jeopardized.

Second of all, I have no idea what her motive was to show those photos. Was it to start drama because she was bored of her life? Was it to ridicule me? Was it to do an outrageous show and tell to everyone? (Like what I did was something no one else had done before) Or was it to make herself look better because I was the one looking like a slut and she wasn’t? I honestly have no idea. But this whole situation definitely makes me uncomfortable, let alone angry that I have to go through all this bullshit when I should be doing my work.

I don’t regret my sex life at all. Whatever I’ve done in regards to sex has taught me a different lesson as to who I am. Although initially, I felt regret in sucking that guy’s dick because then I wouldn’t be in this mess, then again I wasn’t the one who made an ass of myself by deciding to bring pornographic photos of me sucking cock to work. I am the victim in this situation, not the assailant. And even though this happened, I will have to admit that this is teaching me a new lesson, to get even in the kindest, nicest way possible – by letting HR handle it and slowly make her suffer through kindness.

Even though I am very angry at the whole situation, and I now very well that any type of friendship I had with Kathy has been shot down the drain, never to return, I’m very confused as to what to do. I want to take action, to show her that I’m not some quiet, takes-it-laying-down type person (unless you’re going to fuck me missionary style), I will FIGHT once someone tries to mess with me. And I will fight until she has no more blood left and then she screams out “mercy!!”

Once you’ve been burned, you’ve gotta take care of business…