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Office Girl
by Parker (address withheld)
***
One mistake leads to another and another and another
and one big lesbian orgy. (FF, nc, blkmail, toys, orgy)
***
Author Note: This story concerns the blackmail and
domination of a young woman. It also includes sexual
situations in which consent is non-existent. If this
sort of story offends you, don't read it. It's as
simple as that.
***
"Please?" The blonde girl squirmed in her seat, a look
of near panic on her face. "I have to go back to
school."
Carol Brookmere looked over, stern and unforgiving, at
the younger woman who was sitting so uncomfortably in a
chair to the front of the desk. "Miss Boyd," she said
coldly, adjusting her small, metal-rimmed glasses, "you
should have thought of that before you decided to steal
from us." Her English accent, still noticeable despite
the many years she had made America her home, gave a
clipped, formal tone to her speech.
"I told you I was sorry," Amanda whined. She dropped
her eyes downward, unable to meet her boss's cool gaze.
"I didn't think..."
"Exactly," Miss Brookmere pronounced, rising from her
chair. The small, grey-haired woman came around from
behind the desk.
"You didn't think. You didn't think how many people you
would be hurting by selling the results of the mining
reports. You didn't think of what it would do to the
reputation of this company; it could ruin us. You're
only here for the summer. It's just another step on
your path to getting an MBA and a high paying job back
in the city. But most of all," she concluded, slapping
her hand down on the top of her desk directly in front
of the girl, "you didn't think you were going to get
caught, did you?"
The younger girl looked down, not answering. Miss
Brookmere grabbed a handful of the student's curly,
blonde hair and jerked her face upwards. "Did you?" she
repeated.
"N-no..." The reply was little more than a whisper; the
twenty year-old looked like she was about to burst into
tears. "I..."
"But you *were* caught. And that's a fact. Now you must
pay the price. You must make amends." The older woman
paused for a moment, as if to gather her thoughts.
Absentmindedly, she pushed the glasses up on her nose.
"I don't know what you were paid to steal the
information..." The blonde girl tried to say something,
but Miss Brookmere immediately cut her off. "...and I
don't care. That doesn't matter now."
The grey-haired woman walked back around behind the
desk and picked up a folder. "I do know," she
continued, "the value of the survey work the results of
which you sold." Her thin lips curled downward in
disgust at the word 'sold'. The folder was dropped to
the desk.
"Your options are simple. I'll repeat them: either you
work off your debt - replacing the value of what you
stole - or we call the police. Very simple indeed." She
glared at the younger woman.
"But you must decide."
A moment of silence in the office.
"Now."
Miss Brookmere couldn't entirely keep a smile off her
face as she watched the blonde girl bite her lower lip
in indecision. She loved the way the girl's summer-
blonde curls fell loose over her forehead, framing her
fine, delicate features and setting off her wide, green
eyes.
Beautiful.
She'd agree to stay, of course.
They always did.
Really, it was their own fault. No one forced them to
accept the "bribe" from the company's competitors to
sell confidential information. No matter that the offer
really was extraordinarily generous, or that, in fact,
it had been arranged by Miss Brookmere herself. The
moral complicity was the same as if it really had come
from a hostile third party. The only difference was
that the girls who accepted this particular offer - and
most did - got caught.
And paid the price.
Amanda weighed her options.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. This was just
supposed to be your standard summer job: low paying,
but the work wasn't particularly difficult. Most
important, it was another bit of "real life" experience
to add to the resume. Some effective padding. Just the
sort of thing the senior partners in the City liked
see. Amanda was only one year away from completing her
MBA, and the interviews would be starting that Fall.
Hence, the summer ritual of "resume padding" assumed a
new importance.
But the job had turned out to be a bit of a dud, even
for a summer temp job. It had sounded interesting in
the listing - a company called Unified Analysis had
been looking for a temporary executive assistant to
establish a plan for office restructuring - but the
reality had fallen far short of her expectations. For
one thing, the company had turned out to be quite a bit
smaller than she had expected. The company brochure had
represented a business in which the company received
core samples and other types of field tests from
various mining and related enterprises and provided
analysis reports of those samples.
That was true enough as far as it went, but the company
itself was only a middleman, receiving samples and then
sending them out to commercial labs. Hence, the entire
company consisted of just four women: Carol Brookmere,
who owned and ran it, Vanessa Todd, a technician who
coordinated all of the technical reports along with
what little in-house testing actually took place,
Janine Bush, who provided secretarial support, and a
slender, dark-haired girl names Linda (Amanda didn't
know her last name), who seemed to be something of a
office 'go-fer'.
She just did routine filing, typing and general
carrying / fetching for the other women. She was a bit
of a mystery to Amanda, as she never went out for
drinks or lunch with the other workers, but Amanda
really didn't pay much attention. What did catch her
attention, however, was the fact that there was very
little work for her to do that matched her expectations
or required any of the skills she had acquired in years
of business school. It was mostly just routine
scheduling and the like. She had complained a number of
time to Carol, but nothing changed.
Disappointed, Amanda had already written off the summer
when she received a call from a man offering her a
fabulous amount of money for the results of certain,
specified core sample tests. She had been reluctant at
first, but money was great and the risk seemed small.
She had easy access to the reports. Besides, what did
she owe Carol? The woman was using her for mundane
labour and paying her slave wages on top of it. And so,
about one month into her summer employment, Amanda had
photocopied the results of the required tests and
mailed them to the specified address. Everything had
seemed to go smoothly, and she expected to receive
payment at any time.
And then Carol, looking angry, had called her into her
office. She knew.
Somehow, she knew...
Options.
They were twofold and they were simple. She could
either allow Carol to call the police and then sit
quietly until they arrived to take her away, or she
could agree to work at the company for an extra year,
"working off her debt". The latter possibility was
certainly unattractive; it would mean missing a year of
school and spending it stuck in this backwater.
On the other hand, the probability - no, the virtual
certainty - of being convicted for industrial
espionage... well, Amanda didn't really know how
serious a crime that was, but she suspected that it was
pretty serious. The money involved had been
substantial. And, even if the penalty was not as
serious as she feared, no one would ever hire her after
that. As a convicted felon, her business career would
be over before it started.
Options...
When she caught herself trying to figure out how to
convince the university to let her defer her final
year, she realized that she had already made up her
mind...
The blonde girl looked up.
"I'll do it," she said, lip quivering slightly. "I'll
work the extra year."
Miss Brookmere nodded, unsurprised. To date, not a
single girl had chosen to call the older woman on her
bluff. Moving swiftly, she opened a folder and put it
down on the desk in front of the younger girl. "Here's
our standard services contract. I've filled in one year
for the length of employment."
Amanda, upset, barely even read the document before
signing it. 'Stupid bitch,' Ms Brookmere thought,
retrieving the signed contract and putting it away in
her desk. 'Didn't even glance at it.' In fact, the
document contained a number of clauses and provisions
which would have surprised the young business student
had she been careful enough to read through it. 'No
matter,' the older woman reflected, 'she'll become
familiar with those clauses in time.'
"Now," she stated, walking around the desk and standing
beside her new 'office girl', "we must discuss your new
duties."
"New duties?" Amanda looked up over her shoulder at the
woman standing behind her, her green eyes questioning.
"What..."
"Hush." Miss Brookmere leaned down and silenced the
girl by laying a finger against her lips. "You really
must learn to listen." Obediently, Amanda fell silent,
her cheeks turning red. When she was sure of her
control, the older woman took her hand away from the
girl's lips and moved it slowly downward until it came
to rest on the swell of her small breasts.
Amanda stiffened at the touch, but didn't pull away as
her boss cupped her left breast and gave it a soft
squeeze. Likewise, she just sat there, stunned and
frozen, when the hand was slipped down the top of her
white blouse, under the bra and resumed its squeezing.
"That feels good now, doesn't it?" Miss Brookmere had
leaned over, and was whispering in the younger girl's
ear. Amanda didn't answer. The older woman chuckled,
then slid her tongue lightly along her employee's ear.
"Tell me you like it."
Frightened, and uncertain of what was expected of her,
the blonde girl jerked her head up and down, nodding.
"Tell me," the older woman hissed. She bit down on the
girl's earlobe.
"Uhmm... I, uh... l-like it," Amanda stammered. Her
hands clutched the arms of the chair, ready to push
away, but she didn't resist. Miss Brookmere smiled,
well aware of the girl's state of mind. She understood
well the mixture of confusion, fear and, eventually,
arousal that would prevent the girl from walking out.
As long as she was careful...
"Good." The older woman was whispering again as she
answered the girl's uncertain statement. "I thought you
might." She shifted her position slightly and then
brought her thin lips up to those of her young
employee. Amanda shifted in the seat, keeping her mouth
firmly shut, but Miss Brookmere just squeezed, hard, on
the younger woman's captive breast. Amanda couldn't
help but open her mouth, gasping in pain, and the older
woman took the opportunity to slip her tongue into the
blonde girl's mouth.
Amanda whimpered, but had no choice but to endure the
long, passionate kiss. She was panting by the time the
Miss Brookmere broke the contact, her small, firm
breasts heaving in the other confident woman's hands.
Miss Brookmere allowed herself a slight smile as she
removed her hand and straightened up.
This one was going to be easy.
* * *
"Linda?"
The slender, dark-haired girl looked up from where she
was busily licking envelopes, a look of trepidation on
her pretty face. "Yes Miss Todd?"
Vanessa Todd, the office technical expert, couldn't
help but smirk as she looked at the eager, frightened
face of the office girl. The little slut certainly
hadn't been this compliant last year when she'd started
work at UA. But things had changed. "Come here, girl,"
she ordered, taking off her glasses.
Linda put down the envelopes she had been holding and
hurried over, walking as swiftly as she could in her
four-inch heels and tight miniskirt while still
swinging her hips as she had been taught. The other
woman watched appreciatively, brushing her mousy brown
hair out of her eyes as the girl approached. She felt a
tingling in her pussy as she noted the care the girl
was taking to walk as sexily as possible. Janine had
worked wonders with the girl.
Linda reached the side of the desk and waited for the
next order. The look of revulsion, only partially
hidden beneath a pouty smile - also Janine's work -
demonstrated that she knew what that order would be.
Sure enough, the other woman made a short gesture
towards the floor at the side of her desk. Trying to
look expectant and eager, the dark-haired girl
immediately knelt down beside the desk, keeping her
eyes carefully downcast. Miss Todd gripped her face in
her hand and turned it upwards, staring into the office
girl's eyes.
"Since the new girl arrived," she said quietly, again
brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face with her
free hand, "you haven't been able to serve us as you
normally do." The younger girl swallowed. "Do you miss
it?"
Linda nodded without hesitation, but a slight grimace
gave her away. The training could only do so much. Miss
Todd smiled, though, not angry; she preferred it when
they didn't like it.
It was more fun that way.
Still...
"Tell me," she demanded.
Discipline was everything.
"Yes Miss Todd," the girl said, voice small. "I miss
serving you as I n-normally do."
"Good." The technical expert pushed her chair back from
her desk and gestured between her legs. "Because you're
going to do it now."
Linda hung her head, blanketing her flushed face with a
curtain of hair. "Yes, Miss Todd." The girl crawled
into the space beneath the desk and, as the older woman
brought her chair back up against the side of the desk,
buried her pretty face under her skirt and began to
work at her pussy, licking and slurping with all the
skill she had developed over the last year.
Vanessa moaned and, almost immediately, began squirming
in her seat. The girl had certainly improved over the
course of the year - a much more useful education than
they gave you at some bloody business school, or
wherever the slut had been studying.
* * *
"Now," Miss Brookmere said sternly, moving around the
desk and taking her seat, "what were we talking about?"
"Uhmm..." Amanda was clearly flustered by what had just
happened. "My n-new... duties."
"Yes," the older woman agreed. "That's correct. But
before I go on, I'd like you to do something for me."
Amanda sat, waiting.
"While I speak," her boss said, "I want you to
masturbate."
"What!?!" Amanda jumped to her feet, releasing her
white- knuckle hold on the arms of the chair. "You're
crazy! I'm not going to..."
"SIT DOWN!" The young blonde's protests were cut off as
the other woman slapped her hand down on the table with
a loud bang. "Sit down and hold your tongue."
Amanda opened her mouth as though to continue her
protest, but quickly thought better of it and dropped
back into the chair. Miss Brookmere got up, walked
around the desk and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Listen and listen well young lady: you made your
choice. If you want to leave, you do so now. But if you
do, you might as well head directly to the police
station. If you stay, you do what I tell you. Do I make
myself clear?"
The blonde girl began to tremble. "B-but, I..."
Miss Brookmere nodded as she felt the trembling beneath
her hand. Another typical reaction. The hopelessness of
the girl's situation was finally beginning to sink in.
Time for the next approach...
"Now now," the older woman interrupted, her voice soft
and comforting, "it's not so bad." She reached down and
began unbuttoning the girl's blouse. Amanda continued
to tremble, but she didn't say anything. When the front
fell open, the grey- haired woman reached slowly around
and undid the bra, leaving the girl's breasts half
exposed. The blonde girl started when her employer
cupped one of her almost naked breasts, but didn't pull
away. "There, that feels good, doesn't it?" The older
woman rubbed her fingers along her captive's nipple.
Amanda bit her lip and looked down, her face flushing
red with humiliation, but she nodded. It *did* feel
good. "That's right," Miss Brookmere brought her other
arm down, grasped the girl's right hand and brought it
up to where she was squeezing and fondling the girl's
breasts. Gently, she placed the girl's hand on the
breast and gave a squeeze. "Go on," she whispered.
"It'll feel good." Obediently, staring straight ahead
as though in a trance, Amanda began to cup and fondle
her own breast, doing to herself what her boss had been
doing to her moments earlier.
Smiling, Miss Brookmere slid her wrinkled hand down,
across the girl's exposed stomach and under the
waistband of her skirt. Amanda whimpered quietly as she
felt the older woman's hand on her pussy, but she
didn't protest, or stop fondling her own breast. Nor
did she complain when she felt the older woman's
fingers slip under her panties and start rubbing the
outside of her pussy. After playing with the girl's
pussy for a few moments, the woman withdrew her hand
and used it to pull the younger girl's skirt up around
her waist.
"Now," she ordered, "sit up in the seat."
Amanda did as she was told, still in a trance.
"Take off your panties."
The blonde girl chocked back a sob, but obeyed the
order, pushing the narrow strip of cloth down her legs
and onto the floor.
"Drape your legs over the edge of the chair."
A tear trickled down her cheek, but Amanda did as she
was ordered. In moments, her pussy was lewdly
displayed, a long, pink gash between her widely spread
legs. Miss Brookmere considered the scene with
appreciation: between the widely spread legs and
exposed breasts peeping through the open blouse, the
girl made a very attractive picture.
A perfect office girl.
Onto the next stage...
"Now," she said sternly, returning to her own seat
behind the desk, "you'll do as you're told. I ordered
you to masturbate. You'll do it until I tell you to
stop." She looked the girl in the eye. "Is that clear?"
Lip quivering, the blonde girl nodded.
"Tell me!"
"Yes, Miss Brookmere," Amanda stuttered, broken. "I'm
to m-masturbate until you tell me to stop."
"Fine. Get to it."
Hesitantly, as tears flooded her green eyes, the blonde
girl dropped her left hand to her spread pussy and
began to play with herself. The other hand continued to
fondle and tease her exposed breasts.
* * *
"Ohhh..."
Vanessa Todd was well on her way to an orgasm when the
office door swung open and another woman walked in,
holding a file folder. The newcomer was a blonde woman,
about forty years old and extremely fat. Miss Todd
immediately sat up in her seat and pretended to look
busy.
"Hi Janine," she greeted, trying to keep her voice
normal.
The blonde woman wasn't fooled; she had seen her friend
in this state before. Smiling, she walked up to the
desk. "You know the rules," she chided gently, her tone
taking the sting out of the criticism. "Nothing until
the new girl is hired."
Vanessa nodded and smiled ruefully, acknowledging the
mild rebuke, but nodded towards the boss's office.
"Carol's lowering the boom right now." She pushed her
chair back and dragged the current office girl out by
her hair. "You know what that means, don't you little
one?" Linda, who had heard the comment about 'lowering
the boom' on Amanda nodded, a genuine smile appearing
on her lips for the first time in months. "Well," Miss
Todd told her, "you're not done yet."
She pushed the younger girl's face back down between
her legs and turned back to her friend. "Is that it?"
she asked, pointing to the file folder.
"Yup." The large blonde woman threw the folder down on
the desk. "Take a look." The technician grinned, her
breathing heavy as she opened the folder and examined
the contents. She went through every page, one by one,
as the orgasm built and built and...
Finally, she dropped the folder and came, gripping the
sides of the desk as her legs spasmed and kicked
uncontrollably. Underneath the desk, Linda fought to
draw breath as the other woman's thighs ground together
on the side of her head, forcing her nose and mouth
hard up against the woman's sopping pussy. This went on
for a good ten seconds as the large blonde woman looked
anxiously at the door to Carol Brookmere's office. It
wouldn't do to get caught...
The orgasm finally subsided. With a long, tremulous
sigh, the brown-haired technician pushed her chair back
from the desk and allowed Linda to crawl out from
between her spread legs. The young office girl was
still gasping for breath, her face shiny and bangs
plastered to her forehead with pussy juice.
Miss Todd gestured, and the girl immediately resumed
her place, kneeling beside the desk. As trained, she
made no move to wipe the fluid from her face. Smiling,
the brown-haired woman ran her index finger along the
girl's cheek, gathering up a dollop of her own
glistening juices. She held the soaked finger in front
of the girl's trembling lips. Without a word of
protest, the office girl parted her lips and took the
woman's finger into her mouth, sucking it dry.
"Good, isn't it?"
"Mmmm, yes," the girl breathed, still sucking on the
finger. "Good."
Laughing, the brown-haired woman looked up at her
friend. "Want a turn?" she asked. "I think Carol might
be busy for a little while yet."
The heavy blonde woman glanced at the closed door to
her boss's office and then nodded her head. "Send her
over," she said, walking across the room to her own
desk.
Miss Todd looked down and pulled her finger from the
girl's mouth. "Do you want to suck the pussy of your
blonde mistress?"
Linda looked like she was about to cry, but she
answered with enthusiasm:
"Yes please."
"Off you go then," Miss Todd ordered, giving the girl
a shove. "Doggie walk." Smirking, she watched as the
office girl crossed the room on her hands and knees,
ass swaying under the mini-skirt. The technician
appreciated the view, particularly as the girl wasn't
wearing any underwear. It had been weeks since the girl
had 'entertained' a male customer (a part of her duties
at the company), but Carol made 'easy access' a firm
policy for office girls. You never knew when someone
might drop by. Linda eventually reached the other side
of the room and slithered into her accustomed place
beneath the secretary's desk.
Across the room, Vanessa Todd grinned maliciously as
she sorted through the content of the file folder...
*****
Miss Brookmere watched for a few moments as her young
employee masturbated on the chair in front of her. When
she was satisfied that the girl was hard at work, she
adjusted her glasses and turned her attention to some
papers on her desk. The moment her attention strayed,
however, the blonde girl pulled her hand away from her
gaping pussy. The older woman had expected this, and
reacted immediately: "Did I tell you to stop?" she
asked angrily.
Amanda, flushing red with humiliation, could only shake
her head in silence.
"Well then," Miss Brookmere said sternly, "you'd best
continue then. When you've had an orgasm - a *real*
orgasm, mind; I can tell the difference - then we'll
discuss your new duties. Until then, you'll sit there
with your fingers up your slit." The grey-haired woman
turned her attention back to her work. The blonde girl
stared in disbelief for a few moments, shocked as much
by the language her boss had used as the orders she had
been given, but then slowly brought her hand back to
her exposed pussy. She began rubbing.
Miss Brookmere continued to work at her desk while her
humiliated young employee played with herself in front
of her, desperately trying to bring herself off. The
older woman couldn't help but admire Amanda's technique
as the girl's long, slender fingers slid up and down
along her pussy, expertly teasing her fully exposed
clit.
The little blonde slut clearly knew what she was doing.
And, despite the humiliation of her position, the girl
was becoming flushed and her breathing was getting
heavy. The older woman felt her own pussy beginning to
tingle as she imagined the feel of the girl's
fingers... the teasing touch of her soon-to-be well
trained tongue, lapping.
Well, time enough for that later.
One had to build up to these things. The girl seemed
compliant, but...
"Oh."
There it was. It wasn't big; it wasn't earth-
shattering, or dramatic in any sense of the word, but
it was real.
The girl had cum.
Miss Brookmere laid her pen down on the desk.
"Now," she began, as the blonde girl sat panting, legs
spread and fingers glistening with her own pussy juice,
"regarding your new..." She stopped speaking. "You've
stopped."
Amanda swallowed. "I... uh..."
Ms Brookmere opened her desk drawer and pulled out an
object. She flicked a switch and it began to buzz: a
vibrator. A pink, plastic vibrator. She placed it on
the desk in front of the blonde girl. "Use this," she
ordered. Amanda froze for a few moments, looking at the
buzzing object as if it were a poisonous snake, but
eventually reached over to take it gingerly in her
hand.
The older woman smiled as her young employee brought
the vibrator down and began massaging her clit with it.
For a tense moment it had looked as if the girl might
refuse, but it hadn't happened. The girl had made her
decision and appeared to be prepared to do what she had
to do to get through it. Already, her breath was
starting to become short as the plastic toy did its
work.
"Well then, regarding your new position." She sat back
in her chair and adjusted her glasses. "As you've no
doubt noticed, the company is not in need of any sort
of restructuring at this time. However, there are a
number of tasks around the office with which you can be
of assistance. Vanessa often needs reports typed; the
filing is always a mess; the stock rooms always need
cleaning..."
"But," the blonde girl interrupted, slightly breathless
from the feeling of the vibrator in her pussy,
"that's... that's what Linda does! I'm a..."
Miss Brookmere laughed. She just couldn't help it. Here
the girl was, breasts dangling in full view, legs
spread, pussy gaping and filled with a vibrator, and
she was concerned about being given a job that was
beneath her capabilities. Well, she'd learn soon
enough; there were no longer any jobs that were beneath
her.
"That is correct," the older woman smiled. "You will be
the new office girl. Linda is leaving us at the end of
the week." Amanda opened her mouth to argue, but the
hopelessness of her position seemed to overwhelm her.
She had no choice; it was either do what she was told,
or go to jail. And she had made her decision. "Of
course," Ms Brookmere continued, "since you will be
performing what is essentially unskilled labour, your
pay will be commensurably less. However, with the money
you will be saving on rent..."
"S-saving on..." Amanda was panting now, and her
nipples peeked, rock hard from her half-open blouse;
the vibrator was doing its work.
"Yes. You will be moving in with me." Once again, Miss
Brookmere's pussy began to tingle at the thought of
this beautiful young blonde moving into her house. She
already had the appropriate 'items' laid out at home:
dog collar; cuffs; strap on dildos.
"Excuse me."
Her thoughts were interrupted as Vanessa Todd stuck her
head into the office. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need
your decision on the, uh... option buy-out."
Ms Brookmere looked at Amanda. The girl had gone beet
red at the intrusion, at the prospect of someone else
seeing her in this condition. But she hadn't stopped
playing with herself.
Good; the one *was* going to be easy.
"Bring me the offers," she said, sighing.
Duty called.
The brown-haired technician approached the desk and
placed the file folder in front of her boss. She
glanced down and smirked as she saw Amanda's spread
open pussy and exposed breasts. She itched to reach
down and cop a feel, but resisted the urge. Time enough
for that later. The blonde girl looked down in
humiliation, unable to meet the other woman's eyes.
'Far cry from the arrogant bitch who started her a few
weeks ago,' Vanessa thought to herself.
She couldn't wait to feel the bitch's tongue on her
pussy.
Miss Brookmere opened the folder and paged through the
contents. It contained half a dozen pieces of paper,
all offers to buy out the option contained in Linda's
contract. Of course the company had renewed the option
on the one year contract - Linda didn't know yet; there
was no notice requirement - and now it was just a
matter of determining the party to whom their rights
under the contract were to be sold.
The first offer was from a Scottish couple, Nigel and
Miriam Hammersmith. They were looking for a new
'domestic'. Ms Brookmere considered and then put the
offer aside. Nigel and Miriam were dear friends, but
all things being equal, she preferred to sell out to
someone in the field.
The remaining offers all fit that description: one was
from a mining operation in Alaska; another came from a
petroleum and natural gas exploration unit in the
middle east. After a few moments' thought, Miss
Brookmere chose to accept an offer from the crew of an
oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico.
United Analysis had done several deals with that
company over the last few years, and she felt that they
deserved the chance - it must get so lonely for the men
on the rig. Besides, she reflected, poor Linda never
did learn to enjoy sex with other women; it seemed only
fair to place her in a position where she'd be
surrounded by men. After all, she would be working
there for the next several years.
Her decision made, Miss Brookmere closed the folder and
handed the oil rig offer to her employee. "This is the
one," she stated. "I trust you can make all the
necessary arrangements for shipping by the weekend?"
Vanessa looked at the paper and grinned. "No problem,"
she answered, turning to leave the office. "I'll see to
it right away." The woman glanced down at the new
office girl as she left the office. The younger girl
was panting now, running the buzzing vibrator in and
out of her sopping pussy. She seemed oblivious, lost in
her own world.
Ms Brookmere sighed as her secretary left the office.
She wished that she could be there when they told Linda
what was to become of her. The poor girl had no idea
that the option on her contract had been renewed - that
it *could* be renewed; she expected to be discharged at
the end of the week, having paid her 'debt' to the
company. The grey-haired woman couldn't help but
imagine the scene when Vanessa, after securing the girl
for shipping, would tell her what was happening: the
panic; the tears; the begging...
It wasn't to be, though. She had other duties. Besides,
sometimes it strengthened character to deny oneself
these little pleasures.
"Ahhh..."
She was interrupted from her thoughts as the new office
girl experienced another orgasm. Miss Brookmere licked
her lips as she regarded the girl, legs splayed, pussy
exposed and dripping, breasts glistening with sweat.
The new office girl.
One pleasure, she promised herself, she would
experience to the fullest.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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