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Authors name: Terri Madison (terri_madison@hotmail.com)
Story title : Danielle
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Danielle (MF, FF, bdsm, beast, work)
by Terri Madison (terri_madison@hotmail.com)
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Danielle hurried toward the conference room, her heart
beating excitedly. The CEO's of several prominent local
corporations were already present. If this merger went
through, she'd be rich enough to retire!
The young executive was running a little behind, because
she had just finished getting serviced by Terri in the
company restroom. The blonde had licked her off
exceptionally well this morning, Danielle pondered. No
doubt the little slut was hoping that when the merger
went through, Danielle would have so much wealth and
glory that she wouldn't even need to bother with
tormenting and exploiting her blonde slave anymore.
Which was fine with Danielle--oh, yes! the wicked
brunette thought contentedly. She loved it when the
little whore had hope, as Danielle found it so much fun
to rip Terri's hope away, time after time. Actually,
Danielle had been extremely busy lately, sometimes even
too busy to torture Terri.
There were, of course, the holidays, and all the
shopping...plus the business, which had been booming
since Danielle's promotion. Plus, Danielle had been
extremely tired lately. Sometimes she'd wake up in the
morning, and feel like she hadn't even slept. Days like
these, she wished she could just stay in bed and have
the hapless blonde slut wait on her hand and foot (and
cunt, and ass...)
But, Danielle reminded herself, if this meeting went as
planned, she'd be rich beyond her wildest dreams. An
hour and a half of hard selling, and she'd have an
entire lifetime to continue her vendetta of torture and
humiliation of Terri.
Speaking of whom, Danielle noticed, Terri was already
scurrying mousily around the conference room, setting up
visual aids. After bringing her boss off with her
talented tongue, the buxom secretary had been sent to
finish the conference setup, while Danielle laid
contentedly sprawled out on the washroom sink.
Entering the conference room, Danielle was appalled to
see that many of the visual aids were still not set up.
DAMN that bitch! She was dragging ass on purpose, the
executive cursed. Terri was moving very timidly around
the gathered executives. Oh, come on, slut, Danielle
wanted to scream, you've FUCKED just about everyone in
this room, why the fuck are you shy now?
Instead, Danielle grabbed her assistant's shoulder.
"You're going to pay for this, you bitch. Did you at
LEAST get the slide projector in place and loaded?"
Fearfully, Terri nodded that she had, glancing up to the
projector booth. "S-s-sorry, ma'am...here, I'll..." The
blonde grabbed a stack of charts, but Danielle pulled
her away by the arm. This resulted in Terri dropping the
charts all over the floor.
Danielle's voice was a deadly whisper, a whisper that
promised intense pain and extreme humiliation and
torment for later. "Get out of here, you clumsy bitch.
Go wait in my office. I believe you know what to do when
you get there."
"Y-yes I--"
"GO."
As Terri hurried to get out of her boss' sight, Danielle
addressed the gathered executives with an apologetic
smile. "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. Some minor holdups.
We'll be ready to begin here in just a few moments..."
Inwardly, however, she was furious with Terri. The dumb
blonde couldn't even follow the simplest instructions!
With a conscious effort, Danielle set to push her blonde
slut secretary out of her mind. She'd deal with the
little whore later. For now, she had a deal to close,
and a fortune to make, so she set about collecting the
dropped charts and putting everything in order.
Show time. Danielle gathered herself and stepped to the
podium. Momentarily, she suddenly recalled the time
she'd made Terri stand behind this podium in her lacy
underwear, in front of the company staff, giving a
presentation on how she, the company slut, could be used
more effectively....
The brunette exec savored the thought for a moment,
using it to relax herself. People with a fear of
speaking are often advised to stop and picture everyone
in their audience in their underwear; for Danielle, what
worked best was to picture her hapless slut assistant in
her underwear, being abused and humiliated. With this,
she began.
In Danielle's office, Terri stripped nude, then
retrieved the "second place" ribbon and affixed it to
her pierced nipple. "Our companies have been doing
business for the past four years. Now," Danielle looked
over her audience, "it's time to take our business
relationship to another level..."
The blonde slid the "Bobby" dildo into her mouth to
lubricate it, then eased it into her ass. "...we've
prepared a presentation which will demonstrate where we
are now... and where we will be within a year after the
merger."
Terri hurriedly made a few calls and completed a few
tasks. Danielle grabbed the remote control and clicked
the power button. In the control booth, the slide
projector powered up and displayed a graphic with a
series of charts. "As you can see here, we started out
with a customer base of less than ten percent--" she
clicked the remote "--but within six months--"
Almost collectively, everyone gathered at the conference
table gasped. "--a dramatic increase! This continued,
as you can see..." Danielle glanced up at the screen....
With all of her chores complete, Terri turned up the
volume on the speakerphone, which currently was on a
two-way connection to the conference room. Then she
assumed her place under Danielle's desk, frigging
herself with the dildo while she listened.
And at first, her brain did not register what she saw
there. "...into the next quarter when...when...continued
into the next....next..."
Now it registered. On the screen was a slide of a woman
who was unmistakably Danielle. The shocking part wasn't
that she was completely naked...the shocking part was
the fact that she was in some kind of bar, being fucked
by a donkey.
Danielle gasped in utter disbelief. She'd never done
such a thing! she thought confusedly. Someone must have
altered a picture--TERRI....the LITTLE BITCH... She
clicked the "off" button on the slide remote. It didn't
work.
"Um...um....this all continued into the next
quarter...." She tried other buttons, growing more and
more desperate. Finally she succeeded in advancing the
projector from that awful doctored slide...only to have
another take its place. Now Danielle in the picture was
smiling directly into the camera, as the huge animal
mounted her from behind. (click) Another picture,
Danielle this time surrounded by men, or more
specifically, by hard cocks...
"No...wait a minute...um...we have some....um...technical
problems..." Clicking the remote in desperation, only
to bring up another picture, this one nearly the same,
except that the girl in the picture had finished off all
of the men, the evidence of which was dripping down her
face and all over her naked body, as she lay there with a
stoned, vacant expression on her face.
Fighting to control her embarrassment, rage and sense of
overall panic, Danielle forced herself to think. Of
course! she thought. The control panel on the podium!
Quickly she knelt down and opened the control box.
INPUT, she saw, and a toggle switch between SLIDE PROJ.
and VIDEO. She flipped it, and the awful image on the
screen went away, replaced by a blue screen, blank
except for the word VIDEO in large, friendly green
letters.
Slowly she rose to look at the attendees of her meeting,
who were sitting in stunned silence. "Um--" Danielle
cleared her throat. "L-ladies and gentlemen, it looks
like someone has played a...a very bad joke on me,
and...and tried to sabotage our meeting." Looks of
understanding were now dawning on a few faces.
Good...this is good, Danielle, she thought. "I have to
excuse myself for a moment. Please remain seated...and
I'll be right back." After I throw my assistant out the
window, she thought to herself as she left the podium in
a murderous rage.
She only got three steps before she was stopped in her
tracks by the sound of her own voice.
"Oh yes, EAT ME you little slut! I always knew you were
a little closet lesbian, like me, YES!!! I know you want
it, dive right in and eat me!!! OHHHHHHH YES EAT
ME!!!!!!" The blue screen had been replaced with a
homemade video movie, which had been made by Danielle
and Carrie. Danielle had finally gotten Carrie to give
in to her "secret desires", as she called them, and the
girls had spent the whole night together. The brunette
had videotaped the whole thing....and now it was being
played for the CEOs of every one of her prospective
business partners.
"Oh..." a gasp from the female CFO of the biggest
insurance firm in North America. "Disgusting," agreed
the chairman of the city's leading financial
institution. Everyone else was silent. Danielle's hands
moved, incoherently gesturing, standing there in her
$800 business suit.
Her mouth moved, but no words would come out. Her
counterpart on the big video screen, on the other hand,
was having no such difficulty. She was explaining to her
redheaded lover, in explicit detail, exactly what she
planned to do with the large silver vibrator she was now
alternately rubbing on her nipples and slipping into her
mouth. Carrie moaned her contentment as she lapped away
at her friend's pussy.
"Well." One of the CEO's spoke with a tone of finality.
Danielle didn't even see which one it was. Nor did she
care, as she stood in the middle of the room, red-faced
with rage, embarrassment and hysteria. With great
effort, she brought her shaking fists to her sides and
hurried from the room, as the Danielle on the screen
queried her lesbian lover, would she like a tongue or a
vibrator on her swollen dyke slut clit first?
"TERRRRRRRRRRRIIIIII!" she shrieked as she ran toward
her office to find the bitch.
From her place under Danielle's desk, Terri had heard
everything. Through it all, she'd been furiously pumping
the dildo in and out of her ass, while at the same time
servicing her soaking wet cunt with three fingers.
When it had all started to fall apart for Danielle, the
submissive blonde had felt the pulsing from deep within
her pussy, and when Danielle had screamed her name in
rage (heard both on the speakerphone and down the
hallway), Terri had cum more violently than she ever had
in her entire life.
Danielle stormed into her office. "WHERE ARE YOU,
BITCH???" she bellowed.
Silence answered her.
Of course...the little blonde cunt had fled the
building. Oh, well, Danielle thought grimly, she'll be a
fugitive from the law by tonight anyway.
"I'll fix you, you little bitch," Danielle remarked to
the empty air. Then she sat down at her desk and
retrieved her rolodex, looking for the name of a police
officer she knew. It was then that she got another
shock.
The rolodex was empty.
Well, not entirely empty. A stack of bundled cards with
a post-it note was the only thing in there with any
writing, wedged between the unused XYZ cards. Shaking,
Danielle read it.
"Your Christmas cards are all sent out, so you won't
need the rolodex anymore! I used the trick you taught me
last year! (Danielle's blood ran cold, as she recalled
the photos of Terri in humiliating, depraved situations,
which she had sent to the blonde's entire family last
year) I thought you might like a few extra copies so
here they are! Isn't it GREAT to be second place again,
sweetums?
Love, Terri"
"No...." Danielle whispered, now as white as a ghost.
Tearing at the bundle of cards....cringing in utter
horror as she looked at them...
Card #1, addressed to Danielle's parents: Another
picture of Danielle with the donkey. The caption, in
neat calligraphy: "This gives 'getting some ass' a whole
new meaning! Love, your daughter Danielle."
Card #2, addressed to the CEO of one of Danielle's
would-be business partners: A picture of Danielle
getting her cunt eaten out by Carrie. The caption: "Too
bad you can't get me off like this, you senile old
bastard! Looking forward to taking more of your
company's money in the new year! By the way, I really
enjoyed embezzling that $21,000 from you in the Mercedes
deal! Best regards, your favorite sales lady,
Danielle..."
Card #3, to Danielle's sister: Danielle having doggy-
style sex with a teenaged boy. The caption: "Meet my new
man. In two years, he'll even be old enough to vote!
Love, sis."
"No. NO!!!!!" the wicked brunette repeated. She'd never
seen the boy before...nor the donkey... "No...these are
fake...the--" A memory suddenly popped into Danielle's
mind. Last week, finishing up dinner, as her blonde
bimbo servant scurried about, cleaning up the
table...Terri stealing a suspicious number of furtive
glances as Danielle drank her glass of wine...
And Danielle, try as she might, UNABLE TO REMEMBER
ANYTHING between then and the next morning...assuming at
the time that she'd just been extra tired. Now,
realizing the truth...
"You drugged me," the executive whispered, not without
awe.
Then came Danielle's biggest surprise of all, as she
felt her skirt being hiked up, her panties pulled
down...and her slave's tongue finding its mark on her
clit, as it had so many times in the past year and a
half.
This time was different, though. This time, the blonde
was pouring everything she had into this lesbian tongue
fucking she was giving her boss.
As Terri deftly assaulted her mistress' clit, Danielle
lost all of her remaining motor skills, slumping back in
her chair and shivering uncontrollably.
Then the blonde shoved Danielle's chair away from her.
The young executive's eyes opened wide, and she gasped
at the sudden loss of the wonderful sensation Terri's
tongue had been giving her. Then Terri pulled the dildo
from her own ass and stuffed it in Danielle's gaping
mouth. Danielle gagged and tried to fight her off, but
her assistant fought relentlessly; at one point,
Danielle's chair toppled over backwards onto the floor,
and the evil brunette's head spun momentarily as her
slave fought to keep the dildo firmly buried in her
mouth.
My god, she means to choke me to death, Danielle thought
desperately. But then came Terri's words: "Suck it clean,
you bitch..."
A wide-eyed Danielle shook her head NO. Terri buried the
awful-tasting toy even further in Danielle's mouth, the
tip was brushing against the back of her throat and
bringing her dangerously close to gagging. "MOM HMMMMM."
Danielle moaned frantically.
Terri let the dildo out an inch or two. Her tormenter
gratefully began sucking it clean.
"Does my ass taste good, bitch?" Terri taunted her.
Danielle merely nodded her head. Once this slut got off
of her, she'd pick up the phone, call the police, and
young Terri would spend the best years of her life being
used as a lezzie sex toy in a women's prison upstate. As
she slurped away at the foul dildo, Danielle reflected
that Terri would probably be tasting worse--MUCH worse--
on a daily basis for the rest of her life.
Then her attacker suddenly got off of her. Danielle saw
why, as she spit the dildo out and leaned over,
repeatedly expectorating in a futile attempt to rid her
mouth of the awful taste. Scott, Angela and several of
Terri's key tormentors of the past year and a half had
showed up on the scene.
They were all standing in the middle of Danielle's
office, not quite sure what to make of the scene before
them. Terri was standing by herself, completely naked
except for a "Second Place" ribbon pinned to her nipple,
warily eyeing them and Danielle.
Summoning herself, Danielle spat at the newcomers. "What
are you waiting for. Grab her and take her into the
storage room. We're going to have some fun with her
before we send her to jail."
Scott moved toward Terri, who raised a hand, calling
attention to her extra long, sharp nails. "Come near me
and I'll claw your eyes out, bastard."
Scott stopped in his tracks, seeing the intensity in
Terri's burning stare. He'd dominated and owned Terri
hundreds of times in the past...but that was a Terri who
had been submissive, and had been instructed to do
anything and everything she was told.
This Terri was obviously one that Danielle had
completely lost control of. A Terri who spent four days
a week at the health club, not only serving as eye-candy
and a fuck-toy, but also keeping her body well-toned,
lean, and in outstanding physical shape. A Terri that
Scott was not sure he wanted to mess with any longer.
Danielle had now composed herself. "Terri...you're
coming with me," she intoned, barely keeping her rage in
check. "First you're going to apologize to everyone in
that meeting, then you're coming home to apologize to
ME. Then I'll decide whether or not to have you thrown
in jail for the rest of your natural life."
Terri didn't move.
"NOW, slut. Or I'll call the cops, I swear I will..."
The blonde still stood her ground proudly, defiantly.
More so than she had ever been for the past year and a
half.
"Do I need to remind you," Danielle growled, "that all
those illegal accounts are in YOUR name, and YOUR name
only? But....oh, fuck that...the drugs, Terri? I've had
enough stashed in your car to put you away for 20 years.
Oh, I know, you THINK you found it all and threw it down
the sewer. By the way, you're going to be turning a lot
of tricks to reimburse me for THAT. Drugs...money
laundering... prostitution. All those offshore bank
accounts. All tracing back to YOU. Did you think I was
bluffing when I told you I would ruin you if you fucked
with me?"
Terri was now laughing softly. This enraged Danielle.
"IS THIS---DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY? YOU LITTLE BIMBO
WHORE? DO YOU THINK THAT I WON'T CALL THE COPS AND HAVE
YOUR LIFE RUINED? I CAN MAKE UP ANY STORY I WANT TO! I'M
A RESPECTED PROFESSIONAL IN THIS CITY. YOU'RE THE
COMPANY FUCKING WHORE!! WHO ARE THEY GOING TO BELIEVE? I
TRASHED YOUR SHITTY MARRIAGE AND I OWN YOUR LIFE! YOU
THINK THIS IS FUNNY? I'M GOING TO CALL THEM, BITCH!"
Terri by now was openly giggling. "You can call them, if
you want to, Danielle..."
"MA'AM!!!! YOU WERE...YOU WERE TOLD TO ALWAYS CALL ME
MA'AM YOU SNIVELING LITTLE SLUT!!!!"
"Danielle, Danielle...Danielle..." the blonde
practically sang...just to make the point.
"I'LL CALL THEM...DON'T THINK THAT I WON'T!!!" Fumbling,
she picked up the phone and began dialing. "Hello?" she
said confusedly as she realized she wasn't getting the
familiar tone indicating that she had gotten an outside
line.
"....but to get a line out, you have to take it off
'speakerphone'..." Terri finished helpfully. "Unless..."
the blonde was in tears, having not laughed this hard in
over a year. "...unless you...you want everybody in your
precious meeting to overhear you...."
The evil brunette executive stared at the telephone's
LCD display, and realized that her assistant was right.
Their whole exchange had been shared with the executives
still gathered in the conference room.
Danielle blushed furiously, then went pale. Her hands
were shaking so badly that she had to stab half a dozen
times with her finger to press the "disconnect" button
on the phone. Surprisingly, she asked "How could you?"
Terri didn't dignify this with an answer. All the while,
Scott and his entourage stood there watching the soap
opera unfold.
"Danielle...MA'AM...weren't you going to make a CALL???"
Terri's voice was 100% pure dumb blonde bimbo. "Your
hands are shaking. Would you like ME to dial for you?"
she beamed.
"I'll do it, bitch," Danielle quavered, "and you will be
sorry. Oh, they're going to have so much fun with you in
prison, Terri..." Stubbornly, Danielle ignored the fact
that she'd just confessed to the blackmail and extortion
of Terri, with several witnesses.
"Promise me we'll take long, hot soapy showers together,
honey," the blonde chirped happily. "Since you'll be
right there with me after they see these pictures of
YOU...." Terri pulled an envelope out of Danielle's
bookcase and tossed it on her desk. Pictures from the
envelope cascaded all over the desk...pictures of
Danielle in sexual positions with a young man.
"He's not a day over sixteen, in case you were
wondering," Terri commented helpfully. "Quite illegal in
this state...." Danielle's face was now absolutely
green. What else had she done while she was drugged?
"You drugged me, you fucking whore," Danielle cursed.
"It'll never stand up. You'll go to jail for drugging me
too!"
"Oh...I don't think so. But, if you think so, dial the
phone, Danielle." Terri was speaking in a whisper at
this point.
"I'll get a good lawyer. He'll exonerate me and then
together we'll lock you up and throw away the key. I'll
even let him fuck you just for fun," Danielle
threatened...but in reality she was scared badly by the
way things were going.
"Lawyers cost money, sweetums! And you have none!"
"What are--I have enough money to...."
"Oh," Terri exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you. Since all
those accounts were in my name, I cashed them all in!"
"You." Danielle was now on overload. "You. You. BITCH!"
she shrieked, charging at Terri. The blonde sidestepped
and grabbed a handful of Danielle's hair, bringing the
woman around in a half circle and causing her to whack
her knee on her desk with a resounding thud. She wasn't
fazed. "Kill you... KILL YOU!!!!!!" she exclaimed and
shoved Terri backward into the wall.
Terri bounced right back and jumped on her tormentor,
clawing at her face and neck with her long, sharp red
nails (which Danielle had made mandatory for Terri... a
policy which she was now regretting). Terri was now
going for Danielle's eyes... angrily, the brunette
grabbed Terri's wrist and bit it as hard as she could.
This disengaged Terri from making ground beef out of
Danielle's face for the moment. Another shove and Terri
was knocked on her bare ass, with Danielle following her
down.
Terri began clawing at Danielle again, succeeding in
ripping the woman's business blazer halfway off of her.
The brunette stopped fighting, and looked down at her
semi-exposed breasts, snug in their white lace bra,
peeking out of her ruined business suit.
"You bitch," she spat. "This was four hundred dollars!"
"Don't worry," Terri panted. "You won't need it for your
next job," punctuating this with a vicious slap across
the executive's face.
"UGGGGGHHHHHH!" Danielle shouted, and grabbed Terri's
"second place" ribbon and pulled as hard as she could.
The blonde's obscenely huge breast stretched nearly a
foot before the safety pin ripped through her pierced
nipple and free. This also sent Danielle careening
backwards into her desk.
Terri howled as blood poured from her injured nipple. No
time to bleed, she thought, and jumped right back on her
opponent. The two women viciously continued scratching,
clawing, biting and punching at each other. Scott and
his entourage stood frozen in their positions, seemingly
waiting to see who was going to emerge on top.
And it didn't take long to resolve the issue. Terri had
been working out for four days a week for the past 18
months, a condition of her abuse by Danielle, to keep
her body perfect for her use as a sex toy and call girl.
Danielle had taken to lying around eating bon-bon's
while her blonde slave waited on her. Now she was paying
for it, and was powerless to retaliate as Terri
retrieved a pair of handcuffs from Danielle's drawer and
cuffed her to the chair.
Terri caught her breath, then addressed her ex-
tormentor.
"I have evidence of everything.
Blackmail... rape... extortion... everything, Danielle."
The blonde ripped a piece off of Danielle's suit and
held it to her bleeding nipple. "If I send them to the
police, you'll be going away for a long time."
"What... what do you want?" Danielle croaked. She could
hardly bring herself to say the words.
Terri produced a small stack of papers. "These are your
shares in this company. Sign them over to me."
"No...." Danielle protested. "No...OOOOOOOOOOF!!!!"
Terri punched her adversary squarely in the gut.
"Sign them NOW. Or I will ruin you."
"You won't...."
Terri picked up the phone and dialed. "Yes...I'd like to
make a complaint....uh-huh.... yes.... um...
blackmail.... rape... drug trafficking...yes, I can...."
Terri paused as she heard an unfamiliar sound. It took a
few seconds for her to identify it as Danielle sobbing,
as she reached for a pen and began signing the
paperwork. Satisfied, Terri hung up the phone.
"You'll never get away with this," Danielle hissed.
"Scott...Angela...help me..."
Terri held her hand up. "They don't work for you
anymore, bitch..." She
indicated the paperwork. "*I* now own the majority of
the shares of this
company." As she set about bandaging her nipple,
Danielle switched gears
into her saleslady mode.
"This....this is absurd!" The brunette appealed to her
followers. "This...she forced me to sign...I d-did it
under duress! It won't hold up in court..." But they
were now looking at Danielle as if she were someone whom
they no longer wanted anything to do with. "PLEASE
LISTEN! Get me out of here..." she rattled the
handcuffs, "and we'll shred these papers up...then we'll
shred Terri up--" the thought of feeding this blonde
wench through the paper shredder, tits first, was a
gratifying one "--we'll...it'll be like before! I
PROMISE YOU!!! SCOTT!!! GRAB THIS BITCH AND TIE HER
UP...I SWEAR TO YOU I CAN FIX THIS!!!! DO AS I SAY OR
YOU'RE FIRED!"
"You have zero authority anymore, Danielle," Terri
explained. "You're just a second-place bimbo.
Besides...do you think they would really want to help
someone who was planning to sell them out?"
Danielle turned white as a ghost.
"What do you mean?" Angela asked suspiciously.
"Tell them, sweetums!" Terri prodded Danielle, who was
shaking her head and looked as if she was about to be
sick. When no coherent answer was forthcoming, Terri
gave one herself. "Our dear little Danielle here was
planning to sell off the company....and put you all on
the street...."
"Please..." Danielle whispered.
"Is it true?" Angela asked with disbelief.
"She's LYING!" Danielle insisted. "Angela... are you
going to take the word of the company whore?"
"Oh...don't take MY word for it," Terri offered, handing
Angela a packet of papers. On top was a single airline
ticket out of the country (Danielle had explained to a
petrified Terri that she would be riding in the baggage
compartment, crammed into a wooden box.) "Read for
yourself..."
Danielle was ashen. "Please, Terri...."
Angela read briefly, then her eyes narrowed and burned
into Danielle. "You little fucking CUNT. I've devoted
YEARS to this company." She passed the incriminating
documents on to her husband and her friends, who also
looked at them in shock and anger.
Terri spoke up. "You were nothing more than a stepping
stone for Miss Executive here. You...Scott...all of
you."
"Well, NO MORE! Bitch..." Angela took a very menacing
step toward Danielle, who cowered in her chair.
"A-Angela...listen..."
The furious woman kept advancing on her former manager,
until Terri raised her hand. "Hold off for just a
minute."
Angela wheeled on the company slut. "Don't tell me what
to do. Who the fuck do you think YOU are?"
"Your boss," the nude blonde said matter-of-factly.
Angela realized it was true.
"Well...then I quit." Scott and the others murmured
their agreement.
"Oh, no need for that. You were all fired anyway, the
minute those shares were signed over," Terri assured
them. "But...how would you each like a *nice* separation
bonus? Like, $200,000 each?"
That got their full attention.
"Yeah, right. She's trying to trick you," Danielle
chattered, desperately trying to gain back any favor
from her former employees.
Angela nodded her skepticism. "Yeah...what's the catch?
Why would you.... well... let us off after... after..."
"After you used me as a fuck-toy and raped and tormented
me?" Terri finished the other woman's thought without a
trace of anger in her voice. Angela nodded, as her face
actually reflected a tiny bit of shame.
"Well...I need your help, in dealing with the flat-
chested wonder, here."
Terri slapped the back of the glowering Danielle's head.
"But...Terri...."
The blonde shook her head impatiently, as she gathered
up her clothes and began dressing. "Are you interested
or not?"
Angela, Scott and the rest of the guys shared a glance
at each other, and at the incriminating paperwork which
Danielle had planned to fuck them over with. One by one,
they nodded.
"Good," Terri acknowledged. "I just need you guys to
keep Ms. Danielle busy here for a little while." There
was no question as to what the sexy blonde meant by
"busy", as she retrieved Danielle's panties. Wadding
them up, she stuffed them in Danielle's mouth--"Don't
you dare spit them out, bitch," she warned with a harsh
slap--then secured Danielle's mouth shut with a strip of
tape.
Finally, she undid the handcuffs and used them to cuff
Danielle's hands behind her back. Then Terri leaned down
and whispered something to her ex-tormenter. The
brunette's eyes widened and she began emphatically
protesting through her makeshift gag.
"You're with me," Terri ordered Angela. "Grab that box
over there." On her way out, she nodded to Scott, Daniel
and the rest of the men, who quickly undressed and
descended upon the helpless Danielle.
Danielle thrashed frantically as each man took his turn
with her. Her desperate screams came out only as muffled
moans...Terri had gagged her well.
Danielle was helpless.
Danielle was powerless.
Worst of all, Danielle was unable to warn the men that
Terri had been replacing her birth control pills with
fertility drugs for the past three months...
***
Trembling, with Angela at her side, Terri knocked at the
door. She almost hoped nobody was home. But then she
heard the sound of approaching footsteps from inside
the house, and she took a deep breath as the door opened.
It was Steven. "What do you want? You're not supposed to
be here and you know it."
"Steven, I need to tell you--" Terri began.
Then the door opened a little more, as Steven was joined
by his wife Carrie. The redhead snaked her arm around
her husband. "Who is it, honey?" Then she saw. "YOU. GET
THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES! THERE'S A RESTRAINING ORDER
AGAINST YOU, YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" She pulled at Steven.
"Honey, let's go call the police."
Terri ignored her. "Steven...I have to tell you
something. It won't take long."
"There's nothing to be said. Now please leave before we
call the police." Steven's voice was cold...as if he had
never known her. As if they had never made love on the
beach in Hawaii until sunrise... Steven turned to walk
away, with Carrie practically dragging him.
"Wait," Angela spoke up from beside Terri. "Um...Steven,
I think you might want to listen to what she has to
say."
The redhead was now looking worried. "What...what is
this? What's going on?" She tugged at her husband.
"Steven...you don't...we...we don't have to listen to
this! Come on..."
But Steven was listening now. Showtime, Terri thought to
herself. "Steven... you remember Danielle, don't you?"
------- Epilogue 1: Pathways -------
Danielle left town shortly after Turnabout Day. Two
weeks later, she rejected her breakfast. Eight and a
half months after that, she gave birth to four
babies...fathered by three different men.
Oddly enough, Angela and Terri developed a sort of
friendship after Turnabout Day. It began right after
Terri had explained everything to Steven, over the
increasingly frantic protests of Carrie. When Steven had
stood there, looking back and forth between his ex-wife
and his current wife, not knowing what to believe.
Angela had piped in and acknowledged that, yes,
everything Terri had said was true. Carrie had lunged
for Angela, who summarily knocked the redhead on her
ass. "I never liked that bitch much anyway," she'd
confided as the unusual pair had walked away from the
house, and from the intense shouting match going on
there.
Steven threw Carrie out of the house and got a quick
annulment. Carrie lives by herself and spends most of
her time either scheming to get "her" man back, or
plotting her revenge. So far, she hasn't quite been able
to decide who should be the target--Terri, for wrecking
her marriage, or Danielle, for allowing Terri to get the
upper hand.
Over the ensuing several days, Terri and Steven had
numerous heart to heart talks. In the end, they mutually
decided to move on, separately, with their lives. They
also mutually agreed that no matter what, Terri should
keep the breasts. The two also enjoyed a going-away
tryst which is another hot, raunchy, cum-dripping story
in itself.
-------- Epilogue 2 Terri
Terri sat at her desk, looking over the deals she'd
closed. A new Terri, a new job, on a new coast....same
results. The last contract, which she'd closed just ten
minutes ago, had been an especially tough one. The
client had been undecided between Terri's firm and
another rival company. But the best part was Michelle.
Michelle was someone who'd quickly become a fierce rival
of Terri's. The two of them had battled for days over
this contract...and Terri had come out on top.
You've still got it, she congratulated herself.
Terri had a number of things to do. The contracts had to
go over to Legal... not to mention the manpower
requirements, which H.R. needed to know about
immediately. But, first things first. Turning to her
computer, the blonde opened a new e-mail memo.
Dear Michelle:
Burress Corp. is now mine. Did you really think that
dress with the slit up the side would make any
difference? If that's the best you've got, then my
tenure in this town is going to be long and prosperous!
But anyway, congrats on being second place.
Terri frowned and stopped typing. Then, she began
tapping her [backspace] key. Eventually, she held it
down till she'd obliterated all but the salutation. This
done, she began typing again, very thoughtfully.
I got Burress. You gave me a good fight all the
way...thanks! A bit of real competition keeps a gal on
her toes.
Listen...I have a number of prospects whom we're not
calling on at this point in time. They're smaller
companies who are out of our market, but at least some
of them might be within yours. I'll be happy to refer
them to you.
Let's discuss over dinner. Winner buys!
Terri
A new town...a new start. Maybe even a new friend....or
more, Terri thought. That dress with the slit up the
side had indeed been noticed... and not just by the
executives at Burress Corp.
With a conscious effort, she pushed back the Michelle
fantasies which were running rampant through her head.
Then, she turned back to her files.
"Fuck it," she said aloud after reading through one
page. "This'll wait till tomorrow." The office was
completely quiet. Everyone else had gone home, Terri
realized.
It had been a long day. For now, Terri needed a nice,
easy workout at the health club. From her bottom drawer,
she retrieved her workout attire and began to strip.
After her ordeal as Danielle's office slut, the blonde
saleslady had no inhibitions against changing clothes in
her office. There were even some mornings when Terri
came to work and felt the urge to get under her desk
instead of behind it....
Today would be an easy workout, Terri told herself as
she changed. Twenty minutes on the stairmaster, then
abs, topping off with a nice leisurely swim. Followed by
a quiet, relaxing evening....
The janitor held his breath as the new senior sales
partner began stripping off her clothes. Taking care to
ensure that she couldn't see him, he unzipped his fly as
her lovely breasts came into view. The new saleslady was
a dead ringer for an actress in a porno movie which he
had at home, and which he'd stroked off to hundreds of
times.
As Terri bared her ass, the janitor gasped so loudly
that he feared the girl must have heard him. On her left
asscheek was a large tattoo of a heart, with the name
"Danielle" written in it. The star of the porno movie
had the SAME TATTOO...
My god, it's really her, he thought fleetingly as he
shot his load all over the filing cabinet he was
concealed behind.
As Terri dressed in her workout garb, the janitor
adjusted his fly and crept away, smugly contemplating
this new information he'd come across, and how he could
use it to his advantage. He wondered just what the woman
would be willing to do to keep her secret from being
exposed....
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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