This story was developed from a fragment sent me some years ago by
Zola. (No, not THAT Zola.) He'd started, in the summer of 2004,
what he had intended to be one of his excellent series of stories
featuring Debbi Baldacchino. But apparently he ran into an
immovable writer's block and gave it up. That fragment forms
the framework for Part 1 and the beginning of Part 2, below.
In re-writing and expanding it, I have, among other things,
changed the name and personality of the central character. I
sent Zola a copy of the story, and he encouraged me to post it.
WORK EXPERIENCE
by
C. Lakewood
Part 1
"Goddamit!" Peri Teahen sputtered at her PC, snapping a wooden
pencil in two and flinging the pieces toward her waste basket. She
sighed and rolled her eyes. "It just gets better and better," she
said to herself. On top of everything, she was now being informed
that she had to participate in some sort of medical test today. It
was almost too much to tolerate. Her nerves were frayed. For the
previous three days, she'd been plagued by Kitty, the 18-year-old
daughter of Pamela Maine, the starchy CFO. It was because of some
city-wide feel-good program called "Take-Your-Daughters-to-Work
Week," wherein parents brought their older children into the
workplace for a few days as sort of pseudo-interns to show them
how the real world functioned.
It might have been a plausible idea -- IF the daughter was
in any way interested, but Peri had been stuck with ominously
red-haired Kitty, who made no secret of the fact that she found
the whole thing a complete bore. Kitty (who should have been
"Kat," to rhyme with "brat") seemed to despise the commercial
world in general -- and this company in particular -- and just
wanted to spend her "work" day flirting with the more personable
and up-scale young guys in the office and texting her circle of
pretentious nitwits. It would almost have been better if Kitty
had just been an air-head, but she was actually clever -- as well
as irresponsibly self-absorbed.
Peri had worked hard to become a department head, consistently
driving her underlings to deliver projects under budget and ahead
of schedule. But she was quite aware that promotion was based on
the principle of "what have you done for the company lately?"
She was 34 now, still youngish, but no longer young, and it was
disturbing to imagine that her career might be endangered by
Kitty's shenanigans. At best, the girl was causing the previously
well-oiled office routine to run like a Spike Jones concerto.
She had, for example, completely screwed up the two simple
collating tasks that she had been assigned...which meant that Peri
herself had had to cover up the snafu by staying behind late and
tediously correcting things. Moreover, Peri didn't even have the
satisfaction of being able to bitch to anyone. The girl, of
course, paid no attention whatsoever. And Peri had no allies
or confidants among the staff, due to her draconian management
techniques. (Indeed, Dinah Franklin, Peri's overworked PA,
personally considered Kitty "a breath of fresh air.") Peri had
no mentor among senior management, either. And she certainly
didn't dare complain to Kitty's mother (who had little tolerance
for whiny employees at any time and who doted on her daughter --
even though the girl was rumored to be the result of a..."youthful
indiscretion").
But that particular nightmare had ended. Although the
"Take-Your-Daughters"-fest was a week long, Peri had been
burdened with Kitty for only the first three days. The girl's
parents were divorced, and she was spending the last two days
among her father's co-workers. "God help them," Peri thought,
"wherever they might be."
Meanwhile, her mind turned to more pleasant things -- among
them her own private perk. "Thank god," she thought. "Not even
that red-headed hell-spawn had been around long enough to screw
up THAT project.
******************************
Peri therefore arrived at the office that Thursday morning in
good spirits -- which were abruptly smashed when she opened her
first e-mail....
To: Peri Teahen
From: P. Maine, CFO
Subject: Special Medical Testing
Ms. Teahen:
We have just completed this year's company medical exams.
As you may be aware, in return for a substantial discount,
the company is contractually obligated to periodically
supply one employee, at random, to participate in medical
tests currently being conducted.
You have been selected as the required participant. You
will accordingly report to the Eisenberg Clinic, 3621
Dunbar Avenue, by 10:00 this morning.
Pamela Maine
******************************
Part 2
Peri was still seething as she drove to the specified clinic.
Even though Kitty was only a bad memory now, there were other,
new annoyances. The company had changed doctors in mid-stream.
Not that the other place had been much, really, but it was familiar
and a considerably shorter drive, besides not forcing her to
undergo some undoubtedly screwball tests...wasting time that she
could have used more productively in punishing her contemptible
underlings for their tolerance of that wretched girl. "And
'justice delayed is justice denied,'" she sniffed.
"Who said that?" she wondered a moment later.
She quickly gave up that line of thought, however, and segued
into pleasant memories of a different quotation. A decade before,
a wussified professor in a management course had cited Frederick
the Great's system for dealing with subordinates and called it
"counter-productive." Of course, on the exams she had parroted
what the teacher had wanted her to say; afterwards, however, she
had not only never forgotten the quotation, but had patterned her
own management style to coincide. Old Fritz believed in treating
an underling like a piece of fruit: "We shall squeeze the orange;
then, when we have swallowed the juice, we shall throw away the
rind."
As she remembered fondly the many times she'd used that
technique -- always to her advantage -- Peri's mood began to
lighten, and, by the time she arrived at the new clinic, she
was actually humming a merry tune.
But she was dismayed when she found the crowd in the small
waiting room irritatingly large and diverse...a fat black woman
with a litter of kids, several thuggish teenagers, two hulking
Latinos in motorcycle jackets, a middle-aged Oriental couple,
a small, balding man in a '70s suit...and a beefy, tattooed,
40-something female (probably a lesbian). Checking in with the
receptionist, however, she was slightly mollified to learn that
her scheduled tests had priority and that she would be seen "in
due course."
Still, she was unhappy at having to wait even briefly. She
was given a clipboard with a questionnaire on her medical history
(which annoyed her further). After completing the form and
impatiently signing the "waiver" underneath, she handed it back
with a sigh and, too keyed up to sit, paced about, gazing idly
around the waiting room. She ignored her fellow patients,
shuddered at the office decor, and sneered at the framed diploma
on the wall, awarded to a Werner Eisenberg by some place called
the "Pretorius School of Medicine."
She was wondering in what benighted backwater that alleged
"school" was located (Somalia? Tierra del Fuego? France?), when
her name was called. As she made her way through to the exam
rooms, she was met by Dr. Eisenberg himself, who looked to her
more like a Levantine rug merchant than a physician, despite his
"stylish," powder blue lab coat and artsy-fartsy half-glasses.
He was scowling and seemed distracted.
"Ah, Miz...Teahen," he said, glancing at his clipboard.
"Vee are not functioning ver' efficiently today. Bot' nurses
are out zick, and my partner is on emergenzy...." He sounded
a bit like Erich von Stroheim.
"Crap!" thought Peri. "A goddamn male doctor...and a kraut
from some brand-X med school at that." She was used to dealing
with a female doctor with impeccable credentials.
"Fortunately," the doctor went on, "my daughter is here
helping. Zo she vill be assisting me. Yes?"
"I suppose so...," Peri replied, reluctantly.
"Fine, fine. Zo you chust go on into Room #1, right zere, and
I vill find Kitty."
"KITTY?" Peri silently screamed. No, it just HAD to be a
coincidence....
Didn't it?
******************************
The question was resolved about ten minutes later, when THE
Kitty sauntered into the examining room, wearing a crisp white
uniform and a broad smirk. She was closely followed by the
doctor.
"Good afternoon, Miz Teabag," the girl said, breezily.
"The name's 'TEAHEN,' as you very well know," Peri said,
through gritted teeth.
Kitty shrugged. "Well, I DO know that your real first name's
'Periwinkle,' and, to be absolutely proper (which you always insist
on), that's what we must call you. She paused for a moment,
looking bland, then turned to the doctor and gave him a dazzling
smile. "Right, Papa?"
He brightened. "But of course, Liebchen."
"The test documentation indicates that this patient --
Periwinkle -- has been picked as a 'special subject,'" Kitty
added.
"Ah! Exzellent!" the doctor said. "I vill chust go to Room
#3 and zee if everyt'ing is ready. Meanwhile, you prepare...ah,
Peri-vinkle." He left, chuckling.
"'Special subject'?" Peri asked, superciliously.
"Oh, the doctor'll have to explain that. First, you must
get ready. Please undress...completely." Kitty seemed almost
professionally bland.
"Periwinkle" didn't much like being given orders -- especially
by inferiors...and particularly by Kitty -- but she reluctantly
concluded that the sooner this ordeal began, the sooner it would
be over, so she began taking off her clothes. Kitty watched --
not actually tapping her foot, but radiating that attitude
nevertheless. As Peri stacked her clothes on a handy chair, she
could feel herself blushing. She knew she looked better than
most sedentary women of her age, but the prospect of being naked
while Kitty was fully clothed was rather intimidating. Still,
she checked her impulse to hide her panties in the middle of the
pile of clothing and instead dropped them on top with all the
disdain she could muster. She was, however, thinking that her
breasts were a bit too small for her build and that her pubic
hair was, as usual, much too untidy, when Kitty surprised her
by abruptly scooping up the pile of clothes, flinging it
unceremoniously into a wall locker, and firmly shutting the
locker door.
Peri blinked and looked about. "I...I need a gown...."
"Sorry," Kitty sniffed. "As my father would say, 'Vee do not
do gownz here.' But we've got to go over to Room #3 now. Come
along."
Peri stood her ground, aware that this exam room opened onto a
hallway whose entire length was well within view of everyone in the
crowded waiting room. "Now just a damn minute!" she sputtered.
"I'm certainly not leaving this room naked, you -- eee!"
Kitty had stepped behind Peri and delivered a sharp slap to her
naked butt.
"You really should work on your social skills, Periwinkle. But
I will tell you this: by signing the waiver, you agreed to take
part in the test. If you don't go through with it -- all the way
-- you have violated the contract and, potentially, invalidated
the test. As a result, your company will have to pay a stiff
penalty, and you yourself will be fined and fired. Do you want
that?"
"No...."
"Make that 'No, Miss Kitty,' Periwinkle."
"N-no...Miss Kitty...."
"So...move.... Now."
"God! Wait! Let me think," Peri frantically said to herself.
"How do I get out of this?" She glanced at the cabinet that held
her clothes....
"It's locked, and I don't have the key," Kitty snapped. "Now,
are you going to move your fat ass or should I just declare you in
default?" She slapped Peri's so-called "fat ass" again.
They emerged into the corridor, and Kitty paused by the big
scale to the right of the door. "Oh, yeah. I forgot," she said,
loudly. "They moved the scale so it'd be handier. Up you go."
Peri, who could practically feel two dozen or more eyes on her
nakedness, blushed all over, but, wanting to get this over with as
soon as possible, stepped onto the scale without delay.
"Good girl!" Kitty crowed, as if Peri were a child or even
retarded. She fiddled with the weights such an unconscionably
long time that Peri's nervous cringing and twitching began to
shake the scale. "Stop fidgeting -- or I'll have to treat you
like a BAD girl," Kitty said, in a condescending, mother-knows-best
voice. "You know what we do with bad girls, don't you, Periwinkle?
We SPANK them!"
A moment or two later, she announced "136 pounds" and made a
note of it. "Now stand up straight so I can read your height off
the wall chart. Ah...5'7"...." Flourishing a tape measure, she
grinned. "Okay, almost done. You are...let's see...34...26...37.
Hmpf." She rolled up the tape. "And now you can just prance
yourself over to Room #3, Periwinkle."
******************************
Inside Room #3, the doctor was fiddling with a variety of
equipment, some of which looked like it might have come from
a mad scientist's lab.
Kitty and her father immediately withdrew to a corner and
began conferring in hushed tones. Peri, relieved not to be
the center of attention, felt her sagging spirits start to
revive.
When the doctor glanced in her direction, she cleared her
throat ostentatiously to hold his attention and began, "Even
though it appears that I have no choice about participating
in this nonsense, I really must insist on being accorded...."
"Ah...so. 'Inzizt'...zat is like 'demand,' yes?" The doctor
smile had stiffened, and his face had darkened. "Tsk, tsk. I haf
been told all about you, Peri-vinkle...zat you are like a major
Katzenjammer.... Vell, you vill make no demands here -- not if
you value your job and your reputation. Vee are engaged in an
important rezearch program zentering around human segzuality,
and you VILL cooperate...or zuffer zee conzequences. Yes?"
"I...I suppose so...."
"Yes?"
She wilted. This test crap couldn't last long, she decided,
whereas, if she were ruined, she might never recover...she might
never get back to what was, all things considered, the "good
life." She'd play their game...for now.... But there WOULD be
a reckoning.
"Yes?" the doctor persisted.
"Y-yes...," Peri whimpered. (Fucking kraut!)
"Yes, you vill obey us."
"Yes, I will obey you."
"BOZ of us."
"I will obey both of you."
"Like a...'good girl,' Periwinkle?" Kitty persisted.
"Yes...Miss Kitty...like a good girl."
The doctor's smile, now aimed at his daughter, turned
indulgent, and he leaned back against the wall. Kitty
stepped forward.
"Lie down on the exam table, Periwinkle," she ordered,
as she put on latex gloves. Peri climbed onto the table,
but the gloves caused her to hesitate, half-reclining. "I
SAID, 'Lie down...Peri-vinkle!'" Kitty grated in her best
Teutonic tone and leaned forward.
On top of everything else, that was one "Periwinkle" too
many. Peri tried to rise, but she was in an awkward position
and, flailing about, she inadvertently slapped Kitty.
The Prussian doctor exploded. "Barbarian!" he exclaimed and
launched himself into the fray. Throwing his weight on top of
Peri, he knocked her flat and winded them both. Of the three,
Kitty recovered first, and she used that advantage to fasten
Peri's wrists to the top corners of the table, using the leather
restraints frequently found in German examination rooms. Smirking,
she also secured Peri's feet in the stirrups, and then helped her
father to his feet.
"Don't distress yourself, Papa. You go and see to your other
patients. I can take care of the test; you have checked me out
on all the procedures, after all. Go!"
With some reluctance, the doctor went, muttering to himself.
******************************
Kitty looked down at her captive, an almost maternal smile
hovering about her lips. "I advise you to change that attitude,
young lady."
"Go fuck yourself, you rotten little bitch!"
Kitty's expression didn't change. "Tell me, Periwinkle, what
is the Montgomery Development Corp.?"
Peri went white. "The...the.... You.... How...."
"Yeah, I managed to learn more really useful information in
three days than the rest of the office bozos have in ages.
'Course, you keep 'em pretty intimidated. Whereas, I know just
how to annoy the panties off you.... And, when you're upset,
you get careless. My mother wants me to become a forensic
accountant, and I guess I do have some talent along that line.
Medicine's got potential, too...but it's such a long grind before
you get anywhere...." As she chatted, she was gathering up various
pieces of equipment -- enema things and shaving stuff. "I'd hoped
to keep Montgomery Development in reserve for a while, but you're
such a willful bitch, Periwinkle. However, I guess you'll obey me
now. Right?"
"Y-yes...."
"What?"
"Yes, Miss Kitty."
"Let's get on the same page, Periwinkle. Every time I give you
an order...or make a suggestion...or even just comment in passing
-- I expect you to obey...or agree...absolutely. No hesitation, no
argument, no attempt at negotiation. Whenever you try to get cute,
you'll be punished. Right away. Try to avoid THAT punishment, and
there'll just be more. Eventually, you'll learn. For instance, I
WAS going to give you a simple enema -- just in and out -- but now
you're gonna have to HOLD it. What do you say to that?"
"Th-thank you, Miss Kitty...."
The girl chuckled. "See -- you CAN learn, after all."
She greased up the nozzle, inserted it, inflated the retention
collars, and filled Peri up with a warm, soapy solution that
quickly had her bowels churning.
"You'll soon -- well, EVENTUALLY -- be an obedient little girl
with very clean insides, Periwinkle. Won't that be nice?"
"Unh...y-yess, M-miss Kit-ty...."
Kitty then, in leisurely fashion, washed Peri's crotch,
lathered it, and shaved it clean of hair. Long before she
finished, Peri was desperate for relief from the turmoil in
her guts.
But that was some time in coming. After the shaving, Kitty
fetched a Diet Coke and a granola bar and took a lengthy break,
amusing herself by watching Peri squirm...and warning her, in a
she-who-is-to-be-obeyed voice, that whimpering only made the wait
longer. Unhurriedly, she laid out more equipment, this time
electrical in nature.
At last she relented. After letting Peri empty herself into
a bucket, she re-greased her, replaced the enema nozzle with a
slender, silvery probe and inserted a thicker, gnarly one into her
cunt, snuggling it under her clit and up against her G-spot. Wires
led to a small black control box.
Consulting a manual, Kitty then rigged bands around Peri's
head, chest, and upper arm -- their wires connected to a console.
Finally, she stuck a dozen quarter-sized cloth discs -- also
with wires attached -- onto Peri's body, clustering most of them
in her crotch area, with one pad placed squarely on her clit and
another stuck to her perineum.
She thumbed a switch on the control box, and Peri felt a
tingling wherever the discs or the probes touched her. In
sympathy, her nipples erected. Peri gasped, afraid she was
going to cum in front of the loathsome girl....
But, after a few minutes, she began to be afraid that she
WOULDN'T cum.
A few more minutes, and Kitty nodded, picking up a pen and
a clipboard. "Now then, Periwinkle, you will please answer some
questions. Truthfully, mind; the monitor will tell me if you lie,
and I'll have to punish you. Understand?"
"Y-ye-es, Miss Ki-itty. Oh, god! P-please...."
"I'll bet you want to cum. But you'll enjoy it even more if
we wait a while. Maybe I'll let you cum after we finish the
questionnaire.... Maybe. Now, full name, age, and marital status?"
"Peri...Periwinkle Frances Teahen...34...single."
"Are you currently in a sexual relationship?"
"No."
"But you have been?
"Yes."
"When you were, about how often did you have 'normal' sexual
intercourse in an average month?"
"I-I s-suppose...um...10 or 12 times."
"Have you ever wished for greater frequency?"
"S-sometimes...I guess.... But why...?"
"We ask the questions, and you ANSWER. Understood?"
"Y-yes...Miss Kitty...."
"Have you been intimate with both women and men?"
"Um...y-yes...."
"So you are bisexual."
"No...n-not really. Just in my college days...experi-menting,
you know...."
"Well, I say you're a constantly horny, compulsive bisexual.
So what do you say now?"
"I...I guess.... As you say, I must be bisexual...com-pulsive
bisexual...con-stant-ly h-horny. But please!"
"Later. There's still quite a ways to go before you've earned
a cum."
At that moment, there was a tap on the door and the doctor's
head appeared. "All zee ozers haf been zeen to, Liebchen. I
zink I vill go to lunch now."
"Good idea, Papa," Kitty burbled. "As I matter of fact,
since we have no more appointments today, why don't you just
lock up and go home? A nap would do you good. I can easily
finish with Periwinkle myself; she's become much more docile."
"Vell, if you zink zo.... Perhaps you are right...ja. Auf
wiedersehen, Liebchen." And he left....
Peri was dismayed that she had been left alone with Kitty...yet
hopeful that she would soon be allowed to cum. She was SO close,
but she knew she was going to need more stimulation.... If Kitty
would turn the juice up...even just a bit....
But Kitty went on with the questionnaire, probing Peri's psyche
deeper and deeper. And Peri didn't dare balk or equivocate or try
to lie.
At last, however, Kitty put down the clipboard and smiled.
"'Mozt illuminating,' my father would say. 'MOZT illuminating.'"
"Then, for god's sake, let me cum!"
"Soon." Kitty stowed away the lie-detector gear, then took off
her shoes and uniform pants and peeled down her panties. "But MY
needs come first." She boosted herself onto the exam table and
lowered her already dripping cunt onto Peri's mouth. "So get to
work."
A long time later, Kitty dismounted shakily, stretched, and at
last gave Peri what she needed. More than she needed, actually,
for her serial orgasm was drawn out in a long, continuous spasm
until she finally passed out.
When Peri got back to the office that afternoon, she was
braless and pantiless, bone-weary but already aching for another
cum. Accordingly, she spent most of the rest of the day in the
ladies' room, desperately finger-fucking herself.
The next day, Friday, was uneventful (although, if Peri had
been less distracted, she might have perceived that there was
some indefinable something in the air...like a storm was coming,
or a massive lay-off).
******************************
Part 3
On Monday, she found four e-mails from the CFO on her desk.
Apparently her PA, Dinah, had printed them out (and then vanished
somewhere).
The first...
To: ALL
From: P. Maine, CFO
Subject: Promotion
Effective immediately, Ms. Periwinkle Teahen is relieved of
her duties as Manager of the Department of Administrative
Affairs and promoted to the position of Manager of Special
Projects.
Pamela Maine
The second....
To: ALL
From: P. Maine, CFO
Subject: Promotion
Effective immediately, Ms. Dinah Franklin is promoted
to the position of Acting Manager of the Department
of Administrative Affairs.
We are confident that she has a bright future here.
Pamela Maine
The third...
To: ALL
From: P. Maine, CFO
Subject: New Hire
My daughter, Kitty, has chosen to enroll in Huxley College
this fall. Since the school is local, she is able to
take advantage of our mentoring program. Effective
immediately, she will begin working with Periwinkle Teahen,
the new Manager of Special Projects. Kitty will report
directly to me.
I'm sure Kitty will more than meet our high expectations
of her.
Pamela Maine
The fourth...
To: Periwinkle Teahen
From: P. Maine, CFO
Subject: New Responsibilities
Periwinkle:
In recognition of your exemplary service and embodiment
of the high ethical standards for which our company is so well known, you are being given the opportunity to
serve the corporation as Special Projects Manager. Your
first assignment will be to help develop new management
talent to ensure the company's continued success and
thereby increase shareholder value. Your first trainee,
Kitty Maine, will begin immediately.
Your former department will, for the present, be run by the
new acting manager, Ms. Franklin. Since it may be some
time before she is assigned a PA, I will expect you and
Kitty to assist her by shouldering much of the mundane work
that was previously among the PA's duties.
I trust you will hit the ground running.
Pamela Maine
******************************
Peri -- or "Periwinkle" now -- gasped and sat down abruptly in
her big leather executive desk chair and then wondered how much
longer she would be allowed to use it. She looked wistfully about
her office and felt as if she were being squeezed...like a piece of
fruit.