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