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