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OFFICE GIRL
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By Parker
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WARNING: This story concerns the blackmail and domination of
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a young woman. It also includes sexual situations in which
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consent is non-existent. If this sort of story offends you,
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don't read it. It's as simple as that.
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Copyright 1994 by Parker (me). Feel free to distribute as you
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wish (unaltered, of course), but be discrete.
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"Please?" The blonde girl squirmed in her seat, a look of
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near panic on her face. "I have to go back to school."
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Carol Brookmere looked over, stern and unforgiving, at the
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younger woman who was sitting so uncomfortably in a chair to the
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front of the desk. "Miss Boyd," she said coldly, adjusting her
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small, metal-rimmed glasses, "you should have thought of that
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before you decided to steal from us." Her english accent, still
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noticeable despite the many years she had made America her home,
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gave a clipped, formal tone to her speech.
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"I told you I was sorry," Amanda whined. She dropped her
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eyes downward, unable to meet her boss's cool gaze. "I didn't
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think..."
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"Exactly," Miss Brookmere pronounced, rising from her chair.
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The small, grey-haired woman came around from behind the desk.
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"You didn't think. You didn't think how many people you would be
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hurting by selling the results of the mining reports. You didn't
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think of what it would do to the reputation of this company; it
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could ruin us. You're only here for the summer. It's just another
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step on your path to getting an MBA and a high paying job back in
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the city. But most of all," she concluded, slapping her hand down
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on the top of her desk directly in front of the girl, "you didn't
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think you were going to get caught, did you?"
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The younger girl looked down, not answering. Miss Brookmere
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grabbed a handful of the student's curly, blonde hair and jerked
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her face upwards. "Did you?" she repeated.
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"N-no..." The reply was little more than a whisper; the
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twenty year-old looked like she was about to burst into tears.
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"I..."
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"But you *were* caught. And that's a fact. Now you must pay
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the price. You must make amends." The older woman paused for a
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moment, as if to gather her thoughts. Absentmindedly, she pushed
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the glasses up on her nose. "I don't know what you were paid to
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steal the information..." The blonde girl tried to say something,
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but Miss Brookmere immediately cut her off. "... and I don't
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care. That doesn't matter now." The grey-haired woman walked back
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around behind the desk and picked up a folder. "I do know," she
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continued, "the value of the survey work the results of which you
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sold." Her thin lips curled downward in disgust at the word
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'sold'. The folder was dropped to the desk. "Your options are
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simple. I'll repeat them: either you work off your debt -
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replacing the value of what you stole - or we call the police.
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Very simple indeed." She glared at the younger woman.
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"But you must decide."
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A moment of silence in the office.
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"Now."
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Miss Brookmere couldn't entirely keep a smile off her face
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as she watched the blonde girl bite her lower lip in indecision.
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She loved the way the girl's summer-blonde curls fell loose over
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her forehead, framing her fine, delicate features and setting off
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her wide, green eyes.
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Beautiful.
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She'd agree to stay, of course.
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They always did.
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Really, it was their own fault. No one forced them to accept
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the "bribe" from the company's competitors to sell confidential
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information. No matter that the offer really was extraordinarily
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generous, or that, in fact, it had been arranged by Miss
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Brookmere herself. The moral complicity was the same as if it
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really had come from a hostile third party. The only difference
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was that the girls who accepted this particular offer - and most
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did - got caught.
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And paid the price.
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Amanda weighed her options.
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this. This was just
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supposed to be your standard summer job: low paying, but the work
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wasn't particularly difficult. Most important, it was another bit
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of "real life" experience to add to the resume. Some effective
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padding. Just the sort of thing the senior partners in the City
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liked see. Amanda was only one year away from completing her MBA,
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and the interviews would be starting that Fall. Hence, the summer
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ritual of "resume padding" assumed a new importance.
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But the job had turned out to be a bit of a dud, even for a
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summer temp job. It had sounded interesting in the listing - a
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company called Unified Analysis had been looking for a temporary
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executive assistant to establish a plan for office
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restructuring - but the reality had fallen far short of her
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expectations. For one thing, the company had turned out to be
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quite a bit smaller than she had expected. The company brochure
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had represented a business in which the company received core
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samples and other types of field tests from various mining and
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related enterprises and provided analysis reports of those
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samples. That was true enough as far as it went, but the company
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itself was only a middleman, receiving samples and then sending
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them out to commercial labs. Hence, the entire company consisted
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of just four women: Carol Brookmere, who owned and ran it,
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Vanessa Todd, a technician who coordinated all of the technical
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reports along with what little in-house testing actually took
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place, Janine Bush, who provided secretarial support, and a
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slender, dark-haired girl names Linda (Amanda didn't know her
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last name), who seemed to be something of a office 'go-fer'. She
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just did routine filing, typing and general carrying/fetching for
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the other women. She was a bit of a mystery to Amanda, as she
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never went out for drinks or lunch with the other workers, but
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Amanda really didn't pay much attention. What did catch her
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attention, however, was the fact that there was very little work
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for her to do that matched her expectations or required any of
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the skills she had acquired in years of business school. It was
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mostly just routine scheduling and the like. She had complained a
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number of time to Carol, but nothing changed.
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Disappointed, Amanda had already written off the summer when
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she received a call from a man offering her a fabulous amount of
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money for the results of certain, specified core sample tests.
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She had been reluctant at first, but money was great and the risk
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seemed small. She had easy access to the reports. Besides, what
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did she owe Carol? The woman was using her for mundane labour and
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paying her slave wages on top of it. And so, about one month into
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her summer employment, Amanda had photocopied the results of the
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required tests and mailed them to the specified address.
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Everything had seemed to go smoothly, and she expected to receive
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payment at any time.
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And then Carol, looking angry, had called her into her
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office. She knew.
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Somehow, she knew...
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Options.
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They were twofold and they were simple. She could either
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allow Carol to call the police and then sit quietly until they
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arrived to take her away, or she could agree to work at the
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company for an extra year, "working off her debt". The latter
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possibility was certainly unattractive; it would mean missing a
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year of school and spending it stuck in this backwater. On the
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other hand, the probability - no, the virtual certainty - of
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being convicted for industrial espionage... well, Amanda didn't
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really know how serious a crime that was, but she suspected that
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it was pretty serious. The money involved had been substantial.
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And, even if the penalty was not as serious as she feared, no one
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would ever hire her after that. As a convicted felon, her
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business career would be over before it started.
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Options...
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When she caught herself trying to figure out how to convince
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the university to let her defer her final year, she realized that
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she had already made up her mind...
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The blonde girl looked up.
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"I'll do it," she said, lip quivering slightly. "I'll work
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the extra year."
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Miss Brookmere nodded, unsurprised. To date, not a single
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girl had chosen to call the older woman on her bluff. Moving
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swiftly, she opened a folder and put it down on the desk in front
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of the younger girl. "Here's our standard services contract. I've
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filled in one year for the length of employment."
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Amanda, upset, barely even read the document before signing
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it. 'Stupid bitch,' Ms Brookmere thought, retrieving the signed
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contract and putting it away in her desk. 'Didn't even glance at
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it.' In fact, the document contained a number of clauses and
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provisions which would have surprised the young business student
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had she been careful enough to read through it. 'No matter,' the
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older woman reflected, 'she'll become familiar with those clauses
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in time.'
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"Now," she stated, walking around the desk and standing
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beside her new 'office girl', "we must discuss your new duties."
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"New duties?" Amanda looked up over her shoulder at the
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woman standing behind her, her green eyes questioning. "What..."
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"Hush." Miss Brookmere leaned down and silenced the girl by
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laying a finger against her lips. "You really must learn to
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listen." Obediently, Amanda fell silent, her cheeks turning red.
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When she was sure of her control, the older woman took her hand
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away from the girl's lips and moved it slowly downward until it
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came to rest on the swell of her small breasts. Amanda stiffened
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at the touch, but didn't pull away as her boss cupped her left
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breast and gave it a soft squeeze. Likewise, she just sat there,
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stunned and frozen, when the hand was slipped down the top of her
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white blouse, under the bra and resumed its squeezing.
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"That feels good now, doesn't it?" Miss Brookmere had leaned
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over, and was whispering in the younger girl's ear. Amanda didn't
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answer. The older woman chuckled, then slid her tongue lightly
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along her employee's ear. "Tell me you like it."
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Frightened, and uncertain of what was expected of her, the
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blonde girl jerked her head up and down, nodding. "Tell me," the
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older woman hissed. She bit down on the girl's earlobe.
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"Uhmm... I, uh... l-like it," Amanda stammered. Her hands
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clutched the arms of the chair, ready to push away, but she
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didn't resist. Miss Brookmere smiled, well aware of the girl's
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state of mind. She understood well the mixture of confusion, fear
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and, eventually, arousal that would prevent the girl from walking
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out.
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As long as she was careful...
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"Good." The older woman was whispering again as she answered
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the girl's uncertain statement. "I thought you might." She
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shifted her position slightly and then brought her thin lips up
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to those of her young employee. Amanda shifted in the seat,
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keeping her mouth firmly shut, but Miss Brookmere just squeezed,
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hard, on the younger woman's captive breast. Amanda couldn't help
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but open her mouth, gasping in pain, and the older woman took the
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opportunity to slip her tongue into the blonde girl's mouth.
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Amanda whimpered, but had no choice but to endure the long,
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passionate kiss. She was panting by the time the Miss Brookmere
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broke the contact, her small, firm breasts heaving in the other
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confident woman's hands. Miss Brookmere allowed herself a slight
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smile as she removed her hand and straightened up.
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This one was going to be easy.
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*****
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"Linda?"
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The slender, dark-haired girl looked up from where she was
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busily licking envelopes, a look of trepidation on her pretty
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face. "Yes Miss Todd?"
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Vanessa Todd, the office technical expert, couldn't help but
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smirk as she looked at the eager, frightened face of the office
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girl. The little slut certainly hadn't been this compliant last
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year when she'd started work at UA. But things had changed. "Come
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here, girl," she ordered, taking off her glasses.
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Linda put down the envelopes she had been holding and
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hurried over, walking as swiftly as she could in her four-inch
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heels and tight miniskirt while still swinging her hips as she
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had been taught. The other woman watched appreciatively, brushing
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her mousy brown hair out of her eyes as the girl approached. She
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felt a tingling in her pussy as she noted the care the girl was
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taking to walk as sexily as possible. Janine had worked wonders
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with the girl.
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Linda reached the side of the desk and waited for the next
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order. The look of revulsion, only partially hidden beneath a
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pouty smile - also Janine's work - demonstrated that she knew
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what that order would be. Sure enough, the other woman made a
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short gesture towards the floor at the side of her desk. Trying
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to look expectant and eager, the dark-haired girl immediately
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knelt down beside the desk, keeping her eyes carefully downcast.
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Miss Todd gripped her face in her hand and turned it upwards,
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staring into the office girl's eyes.
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"Since the new girl arrived," she said quietly, again
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brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face with her free hand,
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"you haven't been able to serve us as you normally do." The
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younger girl swallowed. "Do you miss it?"
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Linda nodded without hesitation, but a slight grimace gave
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her away. The training could only do so much. Miss Todd smiled,
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though, not angry; she preferred it when they didn't like it.
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It was more fun that way.
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Still...
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"Tell me," she demanded.
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Discipline was everything.
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"Yes Miss Todd," the girl said, voice small. "I miss serving
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you as I n-normally do."
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"Good." The technical expert pushed her chair back from her
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desk and gestured between her legs. "Because you're going to do
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it now."
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Linda hung her head, blanketing her flushed face with a
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curtain of hair. "Yes, Miss Todd." The girl crawled into the
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space beneath the desk and, as the older woman brought her chair
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back up against the side of the desk, buried her pretty face
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under her skirt and began to work at her pussy, licking and
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slurping with all the skill she had developed over the last year.
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Vanessa moaned and, almost immediately, began squirming in her
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seat. The girl had certainly improved over the course of the year
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- a much more useful education than they gave you at some bloody
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business school, or wherever the slut had been studying...
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*****
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"Now," Miss Brookmere said sternly, moving around the desk
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and taking her seat, "what were we talking about?"
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"Uhmm..." Amanda was clearly flustered by what had just
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happened. "My n-new... duties."
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"Yes," the older woman agreed. "That's correct. But before I
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go on, I'd like you to do something for me."
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Amanda sat, waiting.
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"While I speak," her boss said, "I want you to masturbate."
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"What!?!" Amanda jumped to her feet, releasing her white-
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knuckle hold on the arms of the chair. "You're crazy! I'm not
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going to..."
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"SIT DOWN!" The young blonde's protests were cut off as the
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other woman slapped her hand down on the table with a loud bang.
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"Sit down and hold your tongue."
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Amanda opened her mouth as though to continue her protest,
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but quickly thought better of it and dropped back into the chair.
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Miss Brookmere got up, walked around the desk and put a hand on
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the girl's shoulder. "Listen and listen well young lady: you made
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your choice. If you want to leave, you do so now. But if you do,
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you might as well head directly to the police station. If you
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stay, you do what I tell you. Do I make myself clear?"
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The blonde girl began to tremble. "B-but, I..."
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Miss Brookmere nodded as she felt the trembling beneath her
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hand. Another typical reaction. The hopelessness of the girl's
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situation was finally beginning to sink in.
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Time for the next approach...
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"Now now," the older woman interrupted, her voice soft and
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comforting, "it's not so bad." She reached down and began
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unbuttoning the girl's blouse. Amanda continued to tremble, but
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she didn't say anything. When the front fell open, the grey-
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haired woman reached slowly around and undid the bra, leaving the
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girl's breasts half exposed. The blonde girl started when her
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employer cupped one of her almost naked breasts, but didn't pull
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away. "There... that feels good, doesn't it?" The older woman
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rubbed her fingers along her captive's nipple.
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Amanda bit her lip and looked down, her face flushing red
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with humiliation, but she nodded. It *did* feel good. "That's
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right..." Miss Brookmere brought her other arm down, grasped the
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girl's right hand and brought it up to where she was squeezing
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and fondling the girl's breasts. Gently, she placed the girl's
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hand on the breast and gave a squeeze. "Go on," she whispered.
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"It'll feel good." Obediently, staring straight ahead as though
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in a trance, Amanda began to cup and fondle her own breast, doing
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to herself what her boss had been doing to her moments earlier.
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Smiling, Miss Brookmere slid her wrinkled hand down, across
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the girl's exposed stomach and under the waistband of her skirt.
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Amanda whimpered quietly as she felt the older woman's hand on
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her pussy, but she didn't protest, or stop fondling her own
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breast. Nor did she complain when she felt the older woman's
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fingers slip under her panties and start rubbing the outside of
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her pussy. After playing with the girl's pussy for a few moments,
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the woman withdrew her hand and used it to pull the younger
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girl's skirt up around her waist.
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"Now," she ordered, "sit up in the seat."
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Amanda did as she was told, still in a trance.
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"Take off your panties."
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The blonde girl chocked back a sob, but obeyed the order,
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pushing the narrow strip of cloth down her legs and onto the
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floor.
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"Drape your legs over the edge of the chair."
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A tear trickled down her cheek, but Amanda did as she was
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ordered. In moments, her pussy was lewdly displayed, a long, pink
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gash between her widely spread legs. Miss Brookmere considered
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the scene with appreciation: between the widely spread legs and
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exposed breasts peeping through the open blouse, the girl made a
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very attractive picture.
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A perfect office girl.
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Onto the next stage...
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"Now," she said sternly, returning to her own seat behind
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the desk, "you'll do as you're told. I ordered you to masturbate.
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You'll do it until I tell you to stop." She looked the girl in
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the eye. "Is that clear?"
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Lip quivering, the blonde girl nodded.
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"Tell me!"
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"Yes, Miss Brookmere," Amanda stuttered, broken. "I'm to m-
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masturbate until you tell me to stop."
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"Fine. Get to it."
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Hesitantly, as tears flooded her green eyes, the blonde girl
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dropped her left hand to her spread pussy and began to play with
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herself. The other hand continued to fondle and tease her exposed
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breasts...
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*****
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"Ohhh..."
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Vanessa Todd was well on her way to an orgasm when the
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office door swung open and another woman walked in, holding a
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file folder. The newcomer was a blonde woman, about forty years
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old and extremely fat. Miss Todd immediately sat up in her seat
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and pretended to look busy.
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"Hi Janine," she greeted, trying to keep her voice normal.
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The blonde woman wasn't fooled; she had seen her friend in
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this state before. Smiling, she walked up to the desk. "You know
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the rules," she chided gently, her tone taking the sting out of
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the criticism. "Nothing until the new girl is hired."
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Vanessa nodded and smiled ruefully, acknowledging the mild
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rebuke, but nodded towards the boss's office. "Carol's lowering
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the boom right now." She pushed her chair back and dragged the
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current office girl out by her hair. "You know what that means,
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don't you little one?" Linda, who had heard the comment about
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'lowering the boom' on Amanda nodded, a genuine smile appearing
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on her lips for the first time in months. "Well," Miss Todd told
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her, "you're not done yet."
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She pushed the younger girl's face back down between her
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legs and turned back to her friend. "Is that it?" she asked,
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pointing to the file folder.
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"Yup." The large blonde woman threw the folder down on the
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desk. "Take a look." The technician grinned, her breathing heavy
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as she opened the folder and examined the contents. She went
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through every page, one by one, as the orgasm built and built
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and...
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Finally, she dropped the folder and came, gripping the sides
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of the desk as her legs spasmed and kicked uncontrollably.
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Underneath the desk, Linda fought to draw breath as the other
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woman's thighs ground together on the side of her head, forcing
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her nose and mouth hard up against the woman's sopping pussy.
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This went on for a good ten seconds as the large blonde woman
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looked anxiously at the door to Carol Brookmere's office. It
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wouldn't do to get caught...
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The orgasm finally subsided. With a long, tremulous sigh,
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the brown-haired technician pushed her chair back from the desk
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and allowed Linda to crawl out from between her spread legs. The
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young office girl was still gasping for breath, her face shiny
|
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and bangs plastered to her forehead with pussy juice. Miss Todd
|
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gestured, and the girl immediately resumed her place, kneeling
|
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beside the desk. As trained, she made no move to wipe the fluid
|
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from her face. Smiling, the brown-haired woman ran her index
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finger along the girl's cheek, gathering up a dollop of her own
|
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glistening juices. She held the soaked finger in front of the
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girl's trembling lips. Without a word of protest, the office girl
|
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parted her lips and took the woman's finger into her mouth,
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sucking it dry.
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"Good, isn't it?"
|
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"Mmmm, yes," the girl breathed, still sucking on the finger.
|
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"Good."
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||
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Laughing, the brown-haired woman looked up at her friend.
|
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"Want a turn?" she asked. "I think Carol might be busy for a
|
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|
|
little while yet."
|
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|
The heavy blonde woman glanced at the closed door to her
|
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boss's office and then nodded her head. "Send her over," she
|
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said, walking across the room to her own desk.
|
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Miss Todd looked down and pulled her finger from the girl's
|
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mouth. "Do you want to suck the pussy of your blonde mistress?"
|
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|
|
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
|
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|
|
shove. "Doggie walk." Smirking, she watched as the office girl
|
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|
|
crossed the room on her hands and knees, ass swaying under the
|
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|
mini-skirt. The technician appreciated the view, particularly as
|
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|
|
the girl wasn't wearing any underwear. It had been weeks since
|
||
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|
the girl had 'entertained' a male customer (a part of her duties
|
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|
|
at the company), but Carol made 'easy access' a firm policy for
|
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|
|
office girls. You never knew when someone might drop by. Linda
|
||
|
|
eventually reached the other side of the room and slithered into
|
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|
|
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...
|
||
|
|
|
||
|
|
*****
|
||
|
|
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||
|
|
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
|
||
|
|
=================================================================
|
||
|
|
As usual, all comments are appreciated.
|
||
|
|
-snip--------------------------------------------------------------------
|
||
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|
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|
|
Cheers,
|
||
|
|
--
|
||
|
|
Thomas Baetzler, bath0011@fh-karlsruhe.de, thb@spectre.ka.sub.org
|
||
|
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|
||
|
|
Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain't that a big
|
||
|
|
enough majority in any town? --- Mark Twain, "Huckleberry Finn"
|
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