“Why do bad things always happen to me?” Katie Fox asked herself as she walked into the office.
Katie was sure that she was going to win the coveted promotion to replace Mr. Biggs as his successor. So when he made the announcement to the whole office that he was still considering who to choose, Katie had been furious.
So furious is how Katie found herself that Wednesday morning. The sunny weather outside was entirely opposite her mood. She shut her office blinds and sat in the darkness. The cheery moods of all her co-workers infuriated her.
When her anger had subsided into annoyance, Katie started to think about her options. She had fastened her hands around her nameplate and was fiddling with it when she began to think.
Twirling it about in her hands, Katie considered all the people who could steal the coveted position from her. Only one name came to mind: Morton DeLoria. That “trust fund baby”, as Katie always called him. He was head of sales by virtue of being from the richest family. Katie, on the other hand, had worked her way to head accountant.
“Morton, Morton De-fucking-Loria!” Katie’s head exploded in anger at these thoughts.
With a rising fury, Katie slammed the nameplate down on her desk. She stormed out of her office in a rage. Pushing past several of her co-workers, she eventually made her way to Mr. Biggs office.
The door was locked.
“Good morning Katie,” Mr. Biggs’s bubbly secretary greeted her.
“Hi, Jo, is Mr. Biggs in?” Katie asked as her pretty lips curled into a frown.
Joanne was sitting behind her desk with a toothy smile on her round face. Her attitude contrasted with Katie’s anger.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jo’s smile twisted into a frown. “Mr. Biggs went out to lunch.”
“He what!” Katie shrieked, and then lowered her voice as eyes began to rest on her.
“Mr. Biggs went out to lunch,” Jo repeated.
“I know that you dumb as a doornail ditz! Who did he go out with?”
“Morton,” Jo answered, her dumb smile remained on her face.
Katie was at a loss for words. Her mouth just hung open until Jo turned away. Katie wanted to rip Joanne’s smile off of her pretty face. Instead she turned around with a scowl. Katie stomped away to her office, making great strides on her athletic, shapely legs.
“That…kiss ass!” the attractive accountant shouted at the walls of her office.
This situation was what Katie had always had nightmares of. Where the slacking, trust fund baby named Morton DeLoria got the position she deserved. Katie cried for a bit. She cried and sniffled in her grief.
“Get ahold of yourself, woman!” she thought.
Katie wiped away the last of her tears.
“You didn’t get to where you are by letting some prick with more money than you, steal your position!” Katie blew her nose and threw away all evidence of her hissy fit.
Katie pulled a hand mirror out of her desk. Her normally light blue eyes were bloodshot and her hair was a tangled mess. Quickly, she fixed her honey blonde hair and blinked the last tears away. Once she was out of her disheveled state, Katie took a deep breath and began to brainstorm.
Ideas flitted about in her head, each one more ridiculous than the last. Dark thoughts brewed in her mind, now being brought to light. She scribbled down options, possibilities, any route that could lead to Morton being out of the way. Then, just as quickly as they were scribbled, she erased them angrily.
Until one idea blossomed in her head. The idea that she had laughingly heard of on a chain email buzzed in her head like an angry hornet. A smile came to her lips, Katie wrote down what she knew was the only course of action.
Then she waited.
The promotion was announced before the whole office. Mr. Biggs would be stepping down and Mr. DeLoria, as he would now be called, was taking his position. The two shook hands like old buddies and then Mr. Biggs said a surly speech before leaving the office for good. Mr. DeLoria addressed the office next.
“Hello everyone,” Mr. DeLoria said.
The crowd response was almost unanimously happy, except for Katie. Most people found Morton’s sarcastic quips and backhanded compliments to be rather funny. Katie didn’t like them at all. She despised Morton and his devilish smile and handsomeness. Katie wanted to dump a cup of yogurt into the rich brown hair that he was so proud of. Even just the sight of him made Katie fill with rage.
“I know that the transition process will be hard for all of us. I know you all regard me as a co-worker, but I am your boss now. I only want your respect and cooperation as I prepare to make this office the pride of our company. If you have any questions, I’ll be in my office.”
After his speech was over, Mr. DeLoria put his nametag over the manager’s office door. Then he walked into his office like he was the king of the world. Everyone cheered or clapped, except Katie.
A few people went to congratulate Morton or to give him a present. Someone even suggested a party for their new boss.
Their comments drowned out into one unanimous sound for Katie: “Slllllllluuuuuuurrrrrrrppppp!”
The amount of sucking up and ass kissing was legendary. Katie scowled and felt her blood pressure rising. In that confusion, she stalked out of the office to go fulfill her plan.
It was nightfall when she finally found the place she was looking for. It was a red tent about the size of an RV. The tent sat in the middle of an empty parking lot off of an abandoned street. The moonlight cast an unearthly beam of light onto it. The night air whipped about Katie and she felt like she had entered into a different, darker dimension. Her coat hardly kept out the cold air. Katie felt the cold wind freeze her skin as gooseflesh appeared on her arms and legs.
Once inside, Katie inhaled and found the tent had a strong smell of incense and other spices. Katie frowned a bit at the stench. She settled herself into a leather backed chair that sat adjacent to a small wooden table. She looked around the room at the various trinkets that hung from the tent walls. Voodoo dolls sat in a glass bowl in the corner, a few pots of suspicious looking liquid in another.
As Katie was distracted by the mysterious objects around the room, she heard footsteps. From behind the curtain came a short, stout woman. She was hunched so far that her head was dead even with her spine. The woman took the larger seat on the opposite end of the little table.
“M-Madame Esmeralda?” Katie stammered.
“That is what I am called in this plane,” the old woman said with a voice shrouded in mystery.
Esmeralda now looked up at Katie with a face that made her wince a bit. Her face was hideous, where Katie’s face had a pretty, heart shape; Madame Esmeralda had a pudgy face that was marred with black spots and hair. In place of Katie’s rich, honey blonde hair that curled back around her ears to frame her face; Madame Esmeralda had a few scraggly hairs jutting out of liver spots on a bald head.
“I-I need your assistance,” Katie stammered with unconcealed sheepishness.
“Many people do,” the old hag closed her eyes and inhaled the incense. “What do you need, my dear?”
“I need to…get rid of someone…”
“I sense there is more to it than that and murder is not a service I provide,” the old crone outstretched her hands. “Take my hands. Let me see what your wishes are.”
Katie tentatively laid her hands on top of the old woman’s. They were ice cold and bony like a skeleton’s. Katie fought her instinct to run away out of fear. Curling her toes into the floor, Katie dared herself to look directly at the fortune teller. A glass eye and a red bloodshot one stared back at her. Katie felt her stomach turn over then move into her throat.
“Yes….yes….I see your wishes….” The woman just sat there, inhaling and thinking.
“C-can you help me?”
“Of course, my dear,” the witch reached into her robes and pulled out a vial of clear liquid. “Use this,” she passed it to Katie.
“W-what is it?”
“I do not wish for you to murder this man, but if you get him to drink just a drop then he is yours to control,” the hag folded her thin, spaghetti arms across her engorged stomach.
“H-h-how m-much?” Katie was sweating bullets now.
The woman’s glassy eyes settled on her like a messenger of death. Katie gulped.
After deciding on a price, Katie thanked the seer and got out of the tent as quickly as she could. The cold night air stung her face. Katie made her way to her car and sped off into the night.
Her mind was full of machinations on how to deal with Morton DeLoria.
It took a few days for Katie to come up with a plan of action. The first thing she needed to do was get alone with Morton. That would be hard, seeing as most people were kissing his ass non-stop or he was out at lunch with them where they could kiss his ass some more.
She settled on a Friday. Most people were working as busily as possible on Friday in an attempt to have no work over the weekend. Hopefully, no one would want to disturb the boss while Katie got her revenge.
Katie needed to get his attention so she dressed to entice.
Katie walked into the office Friday morning, wearing a low-cut, milky white top over braless breasts and underneath of a navy blue business blazer. Her knee high white boots were patent leather with a spectacular shine to them and a three inch stiletto heel.
The security guard gave Katie a hungry gaze as she walked in. His eyes fixated on her slinky, silky skirt that matched her top. Then they darted to the little bit of bare thigh between her skirt and boots. His eyes settled on her swaying butt as she walked away.
In the elevator, Katie used the mirror to adjust her honey blonde hair as perfectly as possible. She wore it short, curled behind her ears to emphasize her cute, heart shaped face. Her bracelets shimmered as she adjusted it just perfectly.
Walking into the office, Katie felt like Joanne, who was now constantly found giggling with Mr. DeLoria. Katie was able to push aside her self-image thoughts when she reached into her purse to find the liquid. The vial was rather small, with a flat, square bottom and a long cylindrical top. It was about the width of her pinky finger and just as heavy. Katie clutched the vial in her manicured fingers and felt powerful.
“I’ll see how smug he is,” Katie grinned with malice. “I’ll see how smug he is when he’s kissing my ass.”
After spending the majority of the day up until five doing boring tax forms, Katie decided it was time to make her move. She spent a good while psyching herself up for it, before finally gritting her teeth and leaving her office.
She made a beeline to her new boss’s office. Inside, Mr. DeLoria was turned around and looking out at the city. It was something Mr. Biggs did often. Morton was nothing if not one to shamelessly copy other successful men. He was talking on the phone, so Katie locked the door, closed the blinds, and quietly put a drop of the liquid into his coffee.
If Mr. DeLoria had noticed then he didn’t show it. Katie just stood at the entrance to his office, door shut, waiting for when he would turn around.
“Yes sir…oh of course sir,” he didn’t turn around. “I’ll see you on the golf course this Saturday right? That’s great….yes sir….I have it under control sir…goodbye.”
Morton spun his chair around. He hung up after a few more goodbyes and then looked up to see Katie standing there. He gave a self-assured smile to Katie before leaning back in his chair.
“Ah, Ms. Fox, I was wondering when you were going to come congratulate me,” his smug voice was like a fingernail on a chalkboard.
“Congratulations, Mr. Manager,” Katie said in a flirtatious manner.
Her bracelets shimmered when she fluffed her hair for him. Katie made sure that Morton got the best view of her long legs by strutting them over to a chair. That was one of his weaknesses and Katie knew it.
Morton had always hated her as much as she hated him. Deep down, however, she knew that he was attracted to her physically. She had caught him eyeing her legs at the company picnic or sneaking a peak of her cleavage whenever she wore something low cut. This outfit couldn’t fail.
“I guess I was just more qualified for the job, but hey, no shame in losing right, Fox?”
“Of course not,” Katie purred. “How are you settling into Mr. Biggs’s shoes?
“Quite nicely, really,” Katie had clearly piqued Morton’s interests. “So, what brings you to my office?”
“Can’t an employee just talk to her boss?” Katie made a show of settling her well-formed butt into a chair.
Moron took a sip of his coffee. She crossed her legs and felt a rush of adrenaline as Morton stared at them with a hunger.
“Are you alright, Mr. DeLoria?” Katie asked in mock curiosity.
“I-I-I-I just feel a b-bit strange…” he put his coffee cup down and grasped his throat.
“Oh?” Katie stood up.
She removed her blazer to reveal her vivacious, young breasts that her top wasn’t trying to contain but instead trying to present with provocative success. With a few struts of her shapely legs she was on the other side of Morton’s desk. Katie put a hand on his forehead and feigned concern.
“You don’t have a fever,” she moved her hand to her hip and cocked her butt to one side.
“See something you like, Morty?” Katie inquired in a voice full of seductive tones.
Morton’s eyes were fixated on her cleavage. Katie smiled and pulled the top apart a bit more. Now Morton opened his mouth and began to drool like a baby. Katie cupped his baby face with her hands. She made sure he was fixated on her prominently displayed bristols.
“Shhh…” Katie silenced him with a finger to his lips. “You’re not feeling well, Morty. Let me help you,” Katie walked around his desk.
“I-I’m – what are you d-“M. DeLoria began but Katie put her finger to his lips again.
She took a seat in his lap and placed his head in her cleavage. Mr. DeLoria inhaled the perfume that she had been sure to apply and Katie tenderly held his head in place. She reached one hand down and felt his hardness through his trousers.
“You’ve had a hard day, Morty,” Katie purred.
“Hard day….” His voice was muffled in her chest.
“You just want to relax and do whatever I tell you to,” Katie grinned in triumph.
“Just relax…do what you tell me…”
Katie stood up and cleared his desk with a sweep of her hand. The big hardwood desk would be perfect, Katie decided.
Then she undid her slinky skirt, spread her thighs wide, and lied back on the desk. Morton watched it all with a hypnotic stare.
“W-what are you doing?” he asked.
“Shhh…baby…” Katie shushed. “The real question is: what are you going to do?”
Morton was overcome with desire. He had always found Katie attractive, but the ice queen had been quick to brush her off. He had always found Katie’s legs to be incredibly sexy and especially desirable. Now here there were for him on a silver platter. Morton obediently licked his lips and pulled down her silky panties without hesitation. He stared, wide eyed at her pink mound for a few seconds before Katie forced his head down with her muscular legs.
Instinctively, Morton began to lick and kiss Katie’s sensual sex. He worked with inexperience but eagerness. That was all that mattered to Katie as she groaned in pleasure. She bit her lip and clawed her painted red nails into his muscular shoulders in pleasure. Katie felt truly triumphant as she stared up at the ceiling. Her nemesis was currently eating her like love drunk frat boy and she was already in throes of ecstasy.
“Mmmm…oh…” Katie groaned as Morton licked her in just the right spot.
“Lower…lower…lower…yes…yes….oh yes!!!!!!!” she exploded in a paradigm of ecstasy as his tongue darted up her cunt.
Katie slammed her booted feet into the sides of the desk. She bit her lip and howled like a timber wolf. If the door hadn’t been bolted, then the whole office park would have heard her climax.
Morton got Katie off a few more times before Katie grew bored of his eager tongue. She stood up and told him to lie flat on his back. Morton already had half of his muscular body up on the desk when he stopped.
“W-wait…” Morton grabbed his head in pain.
“Shhh…don’t think baby, just do what I tell you,” Katie lightly nudged him onto the desk.
“N-no…this is…Katie?” Morton asked. “Blegh…what is that taste…”
“Oh shit,” Katie bolted for her purse.
“What…what’s going on?” Morton was rubbing his head and walking over to Katie in a drunken stupor.
“Shhh…baby…it’s me…” Katie kissed Morton urgently and passionately.
Morton’s hands groped for her bare butt in primal desire. Katie lifted her leg up into his hand to give him more access. Their tongues met and Katie almost wished the moment could last forever. Then she remembered where she was.
It all came down to these next moments. Katie uncorked the vial and broke of the kiss with reluctance. She tilted it towards his mouth but suddenly Morton’s sweaty hand darted up with the speed of a cat.
“Y-you…bitch,” Morton said groggily.
His will power was a surprise to Katie. She felt a rush of fear at his realization.
The two grappled with the vial like it was the apple of Eden. Morton’s sweaty, love juice coated hand pushed back with all the drowsy strength he had. Katie was weaker than him, but she had other tricks up her sleeve. She tried to distract him by reaching for his cock with one hand. Morton grunted as he felt her hand on his sex, he almost broke right there, the vial was at his throat, just at the tipping point.
Then he blinked some more of the sleep out of his eyes. He gripped the vial with newfound strength. It was coming fast and Katie’s eyes went wide as it came. She tried to close her mouth but Morton moved one hand to her bare mound and slid a finger in.
“No! Oh ooh ah…” Katie sighed and opened her mouth in bliss at this cheap trick.
Morton seized the opportunity and pushed the vial into her mouth. Her lips closed but too late. They wrapped around the outside of the glass vial as the clear liquid poured into her mouth. She tried to spit it out but Morton held it firmly in place. Morton pushed her down onto the floor, her booted legs kicked in resistance. He held her down as the entire vial poured into her mouth.
“Swallow,” he demanded, removing the vial and placing one of his meaty hands over her lips.
Katie shook her head and grunted in the negative. She kicked her boots and grunted angrily. Her hands began to claw at him, but Morton ignored her. The kicking stopped after a few minutes and Katie swallowed against her will. The liquid moved down her throat and her pretty blue eyes began to flutter.
Morton rose to his feet and began to pant out of exhaustion. His shirt was torn in a few places from Katie’s clawing. The muscles in his arms and chest were on display. Morton’s muscular body was making Katie feel a rush of sexual excitement against her own wishes.
“You thought you could get the better of me, huh?” Morton panted.
“Y-you bastard…” Katie coughed and stared in horror at the empty vial. “I drank too much…I…it won’t wear off…” Katie found herself staring dreamily at Morton’s face.
“Dammit…fight it, Katie, fight it!” Katie thought.
She noticed some certain handsomeness to him. His face was all she could stare at. She stared into his piercing blue eyes with a dreamy sense of awe.
“What’s the matter?” Morton quipped. “Getting hard to think?”
His voice broke her reverie. She felt a surge of adrenaline and fear. She had to do something.
“Y-yes…I mean …no…no!” Katie tried to run for the door but it was locked.
Her fingers wouldn’t work fast enough and soon she found herself slipping to the floor. Her hands clawed in vain.
“B-bastard…” she turned to face him as she said it.
“Shhh...you’re not feeling well Kitty cat….” Morton grinned.
“I…I’m not?” the sleepy, love struck accountant asked.
“No, it’s been a hard day, hasn’t it?”
The drug was working fast. Katie felt her grip on reality slipping. It was becoming harder to think. Free will was fleeing. It was so much easier to just hang on Morton’s words. So much easier to just let him think.
“You should let the boss think for you, isn’t that right?”
“Let boss man think for me…” Kitty agreed.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Kitty.”
“I’m a bad girl…” Kitty swayed her pert butt over to Morton.
“That means the boss has to punish you Kitty cat,” Morton teased.
“Punish me boss man,” Kitty obeyed, she bent over his desk.
Morton took a moment to appreciate her bare ass. He ran his hands Then he spanked it hard. The room reverberated with a loud clap of flesh. Katie squealed.
“Do you like it when the boss spanks your hot ass, Kitty?” Morton asked.
“I-oh!” she squealed again. “Yes, yes!”
“Of course you do, Kitty.”
Morton gave her a few more spanks before he could no longer resist.
“Are you a horny Kitty cat?”
“Yes, oh yes darling, I’m so horny it hurts!” she was in his arms now.
Morton gave her a long, lingering kiss as she purred. He liked the feel of her tongue in his mouth, her ass in his hands, her breasts on his chest. He pulled her tiny top over her head to let her bare breasts free. Lustfully, he pinched one of her sweaty nipples. They quickly hardened at his touch. Katie unbuttoned his shirt as fast as she could. Soon it was off and Katie was running her hands over his sweat slicked, muscled chest.
Morton broke off the kiss, and Kitty lied down on his carpeted floor. She spread her legs with wanton desire and began to tease her nipples. Morton dropped his pants and smiled gleefully as Kitty’s jaw comically dropped.
Morton pushed into her slowly but forcefully. His cock filled Kitty with a warmth in her loins. The stimulation was like nothing she had ever felt before. Kitty groaned in ecstasy, her voice husky and dreamy. She ran her hands over his strong back muscles. Kitty still had on her white boots. She wrapped them around Morton’s waist and pushed up into him.
Morton began to speed his thrusts into her and nibble at her neck while Kitty moaned. She removed her hand from his muscular shoulder and licked her palm. Kitty reached for Morton with her wetted hand and pushed as much of his cock as she could up into her loins. His thrusts became faster and faster with Kitty’s intervention. Her moans were replaced with squeals of delight, which became faster and faster until she never stopped squealing like a howler monkey.
“So Kitty, baby – ooh, do that again – I was thinking that it wasn’t fair that I only got a promotion,” Morton grunted. “So I decided to make you my assistant manager in addition to being the head accountant.”
“Oh….oh that’s great baby…fucking great baby….you fuck great baby…” Kitty shrieked and licked her lips. “Fuck me darling…oh fuck…oh darling, I’m coming!”
“That was incredible….” Morton declared after what had to be their fifth go at it.
He was lying on his back on the floor. Kitty was draped across his muscled chest. With one hand she rubbed his abs and the other stroked his large cock. She stared into his dreamy blue eyes and he stared back up into hers.
They were both coated in juices and the room had the musty smell of sex. Kitty felt an aching in her loins, but it was a good aching. Inside her, she still felt the thrust of his member. Kitty moaned at just the thought of it. She could definitely go for another round, or two, or three, or forever.
“So are you up for the promotion, Kitty?”
“Of course darling,” she purred. “All those private meetings with you, business trips overseas, and vacation days with the boss man… that sounds positively purrrfect…”
“I knew you’d like the idea, Kitty.”
Kitty knew that too. She liked everything that Morty said. She leaned in to kiss him and he kissed back. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths once more and Kitty felt a shiver of pleasure. She began to speed up her strokes. Morton hardened at her urgency.
“Mmmm….that’s nice Kitty cat,” Morton broke off the kiss. “Just like that…”
Once he was hard Kitty removed her hand and replaced it with her moistening mound. Morton reached up and squeezed her breasts. Kitty sighed as he squeezed her with his meaty hands.
Kitty rose up on his cock so that she was now sitting on it. She began to bounce up and down to her lover’s upward thrusts. Kitty’s felt her awareness level slipping down and down until all that mattered was her boss’s cock.
It seemed some good things were finally happening for Kitty after all.