Kim sighed in disgust. Great, the bitch is probably a fucking dyke too. Resolutely, Kim kept her blouse fully buttoned, choosing to sweat it out rather than have the company whore thinking that she was some kind of lesbo. Opening her briefcase, she began poring over a few contracts, peering at them in the weak light. Taking out her wire-rimmed eyeglasses, she put them on. Angie spoke. "You look very pretty with your glasses on." Kim's head shot up. The other woman WAS a dyke. Figures, she cursed silently. Aloud, she retorted, "Who asked you?" "Hey...just trying to pay a compliment." "That's not a compliment...coming from someone like YOU," Kim retorted, going back to her papers. But Angie continued. "And what am I like, Kim?" "You're...you're....god...you're gutter trash! You're a...a tramp!" Kim spat the words with utter contempt.

"Look at you! Look at the way you dress..." Kim waved her hand at Angie's spandex mini-dress, her black hosiery, her four-inch heels. "And you...you...can't go thirty minutes without fucking something!" Angie only smiled. "Really. Is that what you think of me." She laughed. "I'm glad you think it's funny. Nobody else does. In fact, I feel sorry for you." The tall brunette didn't respond. Kim went back to her paperwork yet again. Angie, meanwhile, set about trying to pry the elevator doors open. Kim pointedly ignored her. Inch by inch, the doors of the dead elevator opened. It proved to be pointless, however, as the elevator hadstopped between floors, leaving a view of only a grimy, greasy steel elevator shaft. A draft was now coming in through the open doors, cooling both of the girls somewhat. It also scattered Kim's paperwork all over the elevator car. Kim began cursing again. "Look what you did now! You are one ignorant bitch!" Angie turned. "I don't like being called a 'bitch'. Please don't call me that." Kim smiled. "Bitch...bitch...BITCH. Slut whore bitch floozy tramp BITCH. Bitch--" Kim was abruptly cut off as the bigger woman jerked her to her feet, then body-slammed her into the wall of the elevator shaft.

The petite redhead reeled as the side of her head thumped against the cold, grimy steel. One of the lenses popped out of her glasses, falling down the elevator shaft. It clanged off several obstructions, then a few seconds later, through the wall of pain in her cheek, Kim heard it shatter far, far below. Overcoming her shock, Kim cursed. "You BITCH--"

Angie pulled her back and then slammed her against the wall again. This time her mangled eyeglasses fell off, landing softly on the carpet of the elevator...where Angie firmly crushed them with the toe of her stiletto shoe. The redhead squirmed and fought, but the bigger woman held her easily with one hand. "Are you ready to behave?" Angie asked in her gravelly voice. Kim had, by now, realized that she was in trouble. The bigger, more athletic woman was easily capable of ripping her apart if she wanted to. Despite this, however, Kim, her pride getting the better of her, replied, "Go to hell..." "Sorry to hear that." The amazon pulled Kim back again and slammed her into the hard wall a third time. Kim saw stars. Kim reconsidered. "OK...ok...yes..." Angie stopped. "Good. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson." With that, Angie reached under Kim's skirt and tugged at her panties. "HEY! WHAT--" Angie pushed Kim's face harder into the wall, shutting her up. Then she resumed pulling off the redhead's panties. When this was done, she turned Kim around to face her, the smaller girl's back now to the cold, dirty wall. Incoherently, Kim lamented that her blouse must have been filthy by now. "What are you--" This time, Kim's words were cut off by her own panties being stuffed into her mouth. She immediately spit them out and resumed protesting. Angie picked up the white cotton panties, then slapped Kim across the face and forced the panties back in her mouth. Kim spit them out again; Angie patiently retrieved them, chased Kim down, slapped her face again, and put the panties back in her mouth.

This time, Kim left them there, lest she get another slap. Fearfully, she looked at her assailant. "Good. You're capable of learning," Angie complimented. "Now....for your lesson. I'm going to spank you," the amazon told her matter-of-factly. "Bend over." Trying to protest through the makeshift gag of her own underwear, Kim shook her head vehemently.

Angie slapped her again. "Bend over," Angie ordered again. Kim still stood there. "Or perhaps you'd just like to get out of the elevator right now?" An image rose unbidden into the young busi- nesswoman's mind...Angie shoving her out of the elevator, and into the crevice between the open elevator door and the shaft wall. A glance in that direction showed that there was enough room...especially considering Kim's small frame.

That got Kim moving. Trembling, she bent over at the waist, her hands gripping the hand rail on the wall of the elevator. Angie pulled the redhead's rather short skirt up and draped it over her back, then began. SMACK! SMACK!! Kim's asscheeks quickly became a bright, rosy red. As the other woman swatted her ass, Kim gripped the hand rail tightly and sobbed in humiliation. But she obediently stayed in position, bent over as Angie meted out her punishment. After about thirty swats, she was finally allowed to sit down in the corner of the elevator, where she collapsed weeping and sobbing, taking care not to sit on her tender, sore bottom. Unable to breathe, Kim took her wadded-up, saliva-soaked panties out of her mouth. Angie made no move to stop her. However, when she began to slip the panties back on, Angie stopped her with a firm "No." Kim looked at Angie, tears welling in her eyes again. "Please...I'm sorry...I won't do it again..." she begged. "No panties," Angie repeated. "In fact I want you to take the rest of your clothes off, as well." "Noooo.... please, I can't...." Kim pleaded. "Please, just leave me alone...I won't tell anyone..." "Take your clothes off, Kim. Or I'll rip them off you and throw them down the elevator shaft. Then, when the elevator starts up again, I'll throw your naked ass out at the first floor we come to, and close the doors behind you." Crying, Kim slowly began unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers. "Why....?" she whispered. "Because...you're not a very nice person," Angie responded. "Besides...you said it yourself. I can't go more than thirty minutes without fucking. Well, it's been thirty minutes...and you're the only other person here." Terror struck. Kim was about to be raped--by a WOMAN. "Please, Angie...I....I'm not lesbian!" "You'll learn," the amazon promised. Then, as her captive again stopped undressing to further plead on her behalf, Angie began ripping the clothes from Kim's petite body. Her own shaved pussy tingled in anticipation of the things she planned to make Kim do with her tongue...

The End