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A MELROSE TALE

THE CONFRONTATION
-----------------

	Amanda and Allison had been on-again, off-again
 enemies throughout their careers at the ad agency,
 there was no denying that. However, Amanda couldn't
 help but admit, to herself, that there was a strong
 underlying sexual tension that seemed to raise it's
 head whenever they argued. Amanda had had these feel-
 ings since her senior year of college, where she
 experimented briefly with a timid first year student
 she had met at orientation. Amanda forced herself to
 suppress these feelings through hard work and deter-
 mination, since to openly admit to her attractions
 could jeopardize her fast-paced rise through the ranks
 at D&D. How many times had she had Allison's shaky
 career in her hands, and not taken advantage of it?
 She couldn't count the missed opportunities. Yet, here
 it was, happening again. She wouldn't allow this good
 fortune to escape her grasp yet again.

	Allison had lost her job at the agency due to a
 severe drinking problem, yet here she was, asking --
 begging actually--Amanda for one more chance. Amanda,
 sensing the sexually-induced panic she always felt when
 she and Allison were alone in her office, hemmed and
 hawed to allow the nervousness to utterly consume this
 frightened little doe trembling before her. Satisfied,
 she finally agreed to allow Allison one more oppor-
 tunity to prove herself. As a matter of fact, since she
 would be flying to Denver to meet with a very important
 client, she would insist on Allison coming with her. To
 this, Allison gratefully agreed.

	Allison's debts had grown enormously, thanks to
 her joblessness and drinking. She promised herself she
 would do absolutely anything to keep her job this time.
 She had lost her dignity long ago, so nothing Amanda
 expected was beyond exception.

	The flight wasn't good, nothing had gone right.
 Allison had lost her small purse, including all money
 and credit cards. She knew her performance on this trip
 would decide her future. She wouldn't, she couldn't
 fuck this up, she thought to herself. The flight landed
 on time, and the hotel check-in went quickly, so every-
 thing seemed to be looking up. Amanda had made it clear
 up front that Allison's role in this venture would be
 severely limited, so she knew she would be relegated to
 secretary and nothing more. Still, she was grateful.

	By 3:00, the meeting was over. Amanda had made a
 superb presentation, and the client was pleased. Papers
 were signed. Amanda invited Allison out to a nearby
 restaurant for a small victory dinner, at which she
 knew her move would be made. Over drinks, Amanda began.
 "you did an adequate job earlier, amazing what a sober
 head can accomplish," Amanda smirked, "try staying that
 way and you just might keep your job longer than the
 usual length of time... a week is about the record,
 isn't it?" Amanda laughed. Allison managed a weak
 smile. She had to put up with it, she had to. 

	After they were finished, Amanda insisted that
 Allison follow her to her room. At the door, Amanda
 fumbled nervously with the key. Once inside, she
 directs Allison to sit on the bed. "Have a seat,"
 Amanda orders. "Time and again you have fucked up and
 I have always taken you back, and here we are once
 more. I think it's about time you showed me a little
 gratitude for my generosity." Allison begins, "I really
 am grateful, I... ," Shut up!" Amanda barks. "I'm not
 finished! It's about time you give a little." Amanda
 sat on the bed next to Allison and placed her hand on
 Allison's knee. Getting only a blank stare in return,
 she slid her hand up and inside Allison's thigh. At
 this, Allison jumped. "What are you doing?" Allison
 demanded. "Sit back down...NOW!" Amanda hissed through
 clenched teeth. Slowly, Allison complied. "It's about
 time you understood--there are two kinds of people in
 this world, those with power, and those without it. I
 have it---you do not! I suggest that you be a little
 more cooperative unless you want to find yourself in a
 job where your biggest worry is counting your tips at
 the end of another shift." Amanda stated.

	"This will be our little secret," Amanda con-
 tinued," and you will keep it. After all, who would
 take you seriously? A drunk with documented mental
 problems. That would put you on the losing end of any
 embarrassing harassment charges you'd care to make!"
 Allison sat, blinking, and not quite accepting her
 situation. Allison finally found her voice. "Are you
 saying---" Allison began. Amanda cut her off. "I am
 saying that your future with the company depends upon
 how cooperative you are tonight." Amanda reached for
 Allison's blouse and attempts to unbutton it. Allison
 stopped her. 

	Angrily, Amanda raised to her feet. "You
 selfish, stupid little bitch. Either you get undressed
 and do what I want, or I'll leave your worthless ass
 here to get back to L.A. on your own. And you'll find
 yourself without a job. Not only that, you are 3 months
 behind in your rent. I should have kicked you out long
 ago. And considering how you've managed to alienate
 everyone you seem to know, I doubt that even that
 little prick Billy would take you in!" Amanda give this
 a moment to sink in. Allison, visibly shaken, tried to
 speak. "I...I'm not like that. I mean, I've never been
 with a woman. Please, if we can just sit down and talk
 for a min----." 

	Amanda grabbed her purse. "I'm going down to the
 lobby. You had better think about what I just said long
 and hard. I'll be back in exactly 30 minutes. When I
 get back, I expect to find one of two things. When I
 walk in, you will either be gone, which means no job,
 or, you will be in that bed---naked and waiting for
 me!" Amanda turned and stormed out.

	Down in the lobby, Amanda nervously caressed her
 drink, wondering if she wouldn't have been better off
 frequenting a local escort service as she did back in
 LA, where attractive women would do as she wanted for a
 price. But she knew that Allison was the one she
 wanted. She could only hope that she had the upper hand
 now.

	She knew that Allison could very well go public
 with this. Amanda could only hope that Allison was just
 scared enough to give in. But she knew as well that
 this was more than just sex. It was power. Forcing
 Allison to submit to her in a most degrading way. At
 this thought, she licked her lips. That's what she
 wanted.

	Amanda finally drained the last of her drink and
 went upstairs. Unlocking the door, she stepped inside.
 Rounding the corner, she looked up... and a deeply
 satisfying smirk crossed her face. Allison was in bed,
 with the snow white sheet framing her ample breasts.
 Amanda quickly undressed and climbed into bed, in-
 stantly mounting Allison. "Open your legs." Amanda
 whispered. Allison complied.

	"The ultimate act of submission." Amanda hissed
 quietly. She busied herself with Allison's delicious
 body, kissing and sucking her breasts. She kissed
 Allison deeply on the lips. From there, she moved down
 Allison's firm tummy, kissing and licking as she went.
 Finally, Amanda buried her face between Allison's silky
 thighs. She tasted her completely, licking her legs,
 hands, ears. Amanda climbed on top of her prey once
 again, this time sliding one of her legs between
 Allison's. They rub their bodies together for the
 better part of an hour, climaxing only seconds apart,
 Allison not knowing what to do, not able to stop her
 body from responding to the others stimulus.

	After a few minutes of kissing, Amanda finally
 rolls over, next to Allison. They talk for awhile, with
 Amanda making it clear what she expects in the future
 from Allison.

	"You can have a solid career, but only if you
 understand that the game is played my way." Amanda
 says. "Once we get back, you'll get back your job as
 junior executive. And that sofa in my office will see
 some good use, do you understand me?" Allison slowly
 nodded her head. The next morning they flew back to LA,
 with Amanda firmly in control, and knowing that this
 was only the beginning.

The End

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                   HaRkOnIn
             harkonin@hotmail.com
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