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Get your free @yahoo.ca address at http://mail.yahoo.ca <1st attachment, "Laura & Brandi june12.doc" begin> LAURA'S FASCINATION (F/f, Fdom, slow, catfight, n/c) DISCLAIMER: If you are underage, or forbidden to read erotic and graphic depictions of sex, please do NOT continue. The Internet is fantastically rich in resources that would be more suited to your own needs and wants. If you don't fancy some rough play, well, go back, right now, because you ain't gonna like aspects of this fantasy piece. Everything written in this piece, including the characters, are fragments of my imagination, and have no bearing or semblance to real life folks and situations. I don't condone any forced or unsafe activities. Role-play between consenting adults can be fun, but please, don't conduct your real life this way! This is a first attempt at this kind of writing. It does require some editing, an ending, and more importantly, feedback. If you have any constructive comments, please e-mail me directly at <a href="mailto:clubsoda_ca@yahoo.com">clubsoda_ca@yahoo.com</a> . Many thanx to those who moderate and contribute to this fine site. Reclining back in her chair at work, Laura closed her eyes for moment, letting some of the day's pressures ebb from her overworked body and mind. Glancing at the clock, she knew that at last her day was over. No more phones today, no more decisions. Looking back at the closed office door, she held her breath for a moment to try and hear if there were any sounds coming from outside. Detecting nothing but the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, she smiled quietly, and slipped off her black leather heels. Her insteps pulsed as the 3" patent leather heels dropped to the floor in a muted thud. Looking at her feet, she almost giggled as she wriggled her toes, finally free of their leather prison, and reveled in the simple pleasure of feeling her stockinged toes airing themselves. Leaning back further, she raised her long, sculpted legs to the desktop, and plopped her ankles down on the edge, crossing them, and exhaling a tired breath. Rolling her ankles together, she watched as her taught calf muscles tightened, loving the contour of her shapely, 37" legs, and how they looked in jet black stockings. She ran a palm over her tight, thigh muscle, and felt the garter snap pass under her palm heel. Her open palm glissed over thigh to knee, and massaged it gently. She was proud of her legs, very proud. Endless days of gym work and walking gave her model's gams, and she loved to show them off. Always careful to never dress too provocatively, she reveled in sporting just long enough skirts to stay within business protocol and still remain quietly sexy. She toyed with the hem of her mid-thigh black skirt, her thumb just brushing over where stocking top and flesh met. She sighed as more and more of the toils of the day passed. Rocking forward, she slid her legs off of the desk, and slowly stood, still relishing the feel of stocking clad feet without heels. Pushing the chair away, she turned round, and saw herself fully in the floor length mirror that was on the back of her office door. She paused for an instant, and saw herself fully in the mirror, and cracked a smile. "Still got it at 37. Oh yes, still got IT!," she mused to herself as she raked her fingers through her shoulder length blonde mane. Lifting her arms above her head in long stretch, she loved the look of the oyster silk blouse that moulded softly to her 36C breasts. Smoothing it down at her sides, she ran a palm over the slightly crumpled material of her skirt, and shivered just a bit as she felt her palm glide over the soft, rounded globe of her tight buttocks. She again smiled at her image, nodded, and told herself that she had better get her 6'2" body over to the gym or else her butt would get soft! Laura was elegant and sexy, beautiful in every sense of the word. She had used her smarts to climb the ladder of XYZ Corp. She commanded respect, and usually got it - immediately. She spoke calmly and intelligently, emotively, and loved the feeling of power, of superiority. She rarely had to employ her physical presence to overcome an obstacle, yet, used her God given assets to their fullest in a quiet, yet commanding fashion. No one in XYZ questioned her abilities, or motives, as she had earned them in her ten-year rise into the upper eschelons of the corporate world. She reluctantly pushed her feet back into the tight confines of her heels, and slipped into her suit jacket as she opened the door of her office. Her eyes were greeted by a surprise, her temporary secretary bent at the waist filing some papers. "Oh my, I didn't realize that you were still here," Laura said in a soft tone. The young redhead glanced over her shoulder, and smiled, her blue eyes meeting those of Laura's, and said, " Yeah, still here. Just wanna make sure that I get everything right while I am here. Takes a few extra minutes to dot all of the i's and cross the t's when you are fillin' in for someone. Hope y'all have a fine evening Ma'am." Laura blinked, and smiled, her own blue eyes looking right back at those of the temp. " Oh thank you, I certainly will, errummmmm, ahhh, gee, I'm sorry, what is your name again. We were only introduced the once this morning. I am so sorry," she said in a hushed tone. The small, young woman smiled, relieving Laura of any embarrassment. " Brandi ma'am, my name is Brandi, spelled with an `i'!" Laura stepped forward, and extended her long, sculpted arm, eager to shake her hand in a warm greeting. " Brandi, yeah that's right! Brandi. I do appreciate your work tonight Brandi. I can see that I won't have to worry while Stella, the woman you are filling in for, is away in Mexico. I hope that your evening is a fine one Brandi." Brandi, extended her hand, and they shook, with Laura's much larger hand enveloping the tiny hand of the temp. Laura squeezed it once, and noticed the freckles on the young temp's lean forearm. "Good to be on board Ma'am. And I will have a good time tonight. Me and a couple of girl's I know from high school are going out for a drink," said the friendly Brandi. "Well, you folks have fun Brandi," said Laura. " And don't worry if you are a couple of minutes late tomorrow morning, I am not all that strict about 9 o'clock starting times." Laura gave the girlish Brandi a quick look up and down, and nodded as Brandi spoke of being just out of high school, and how appreciative she was to have the chance to break into XYZ. Laura listened intently, and noted each and every feature of the whispy redhead. Billowing waves of thick red hair cascaded half way down her back, the lustre of her hair delightfully framing Brandi's soft facial features. Lean lips opened and closed as Brandi spoke, the pink tip of her tongue sweeping over and wetting them as she spoke. A bright white ribbed sweater clung tightly to Brandi's diminutive frame, accentuating her luscious and perky 33b breasts. From beneath the knee length tartan skirt Brandi's thin legs, clad in white stockings, completed Laura's quick study of the girl. Laura simply towered over her temporary helper. Brandi noticed Laura's stare, and almost shocked her when she proudly stated, " I'm 5'1" and 105 pounds, but don't let looks fool you. I work like a woman twice my size when I have too!" They both giggled, and Brandi blushed a deep shade of red as she realized that she had said such a thing to her tall, and obviously athletic boss. Laura smiled again, letting the small gaffe pass and again thanked Brandi for staying late. As she left, she glanced back once, and saw her temp again bent over, her round little bum swaying from side to side as she filed another paper. Laura could hardly contain herself as walked to her car. Her lust for power was matched by her desire in dominating younger woman, both physically and sexually. She felt her thick nipples swell into her bra as she imagined what it would be like to have Brandi, to have her submit to her physically, then sexually. As she slid into her car, she felt her panties press back into her mons, and felt her clit twitch as she saw in her mind what the wee girl might be like naked, trapped and pinned against Laura's toned body. Laura was ever diligent in keeping her home life separate, and strove to conceal every aspect of it. She never expressed anything remotely sexual at work, never giving any man or woman at work a second look for fear of her dark, sapphic lusts being exposed. But, for the first and maybe only time, Laura could safely use her corporate position and power to acquire a plaything to satisfy her sexual cravings. Laura's labia thickened and rubbed against the gusset of her panties as she imagined what it would be like to have Brandi, to see her lily white flesh mashed to her own, to use her physical strength to wrestle and strip the girl. Laura gushed into her panties as she thought of using every inch of the tiny, spunky girl for sexual pleasure. Laura shook her head when three very real thoughts entered her mind - does she do women, is she submissive, and how can I seduce her? The thought and image of the girl haunted Laura all evening. "How am I gonna get that beautifully lean little girlie here for some fun?" raced through Laura's mind. "I just have to have her, to play rough with her, and to f-f-f-fuck her?" She could hardly say the word to herself before she again wet her panties. Chapter Two The next day, Laura awoke early, and was very aroused. She groaned softly as she stretched, and felt her erect nipples tingle. She crossed one thigh over the other, and felt her thick clitoris grow and throb as her flesh pressed tightly together. She rolled immediately over onto her belly, her right hand finding its familiar place between her legs. Cupping her puffy mons, she ground her pelvis hard into her hand, and felt her sex gush warm honey all over her palm. Looking up, she saw herself in the dresser mirror, and stared at her own reflected image as she humped her hand. All she could see in her mind was the image of Brandi under her, her thin legs, clad in white stockings, wrapped around her waist. She was quickly close to climax as her middle finger found its way into her wet channel. The heel of her palm was mashed into the fat, distended clit as her inner velvet squeezed her penetrating finger. She stiffened and groaned as she felt her tongue slipping out of her mouth, imagining that it was deep in the tiny girl's mouth. Laura's intense climax washed over her as shivered through its entirety. "Fuck me, this little vixen is here for another eight days. I've just got to have her here," she thought as yet another aftershock rippled through her. It took all of the concentration that Laura could muster to put the little woman out of her mind as she showered and dressed for work. Every touch of her hands as she washed sent intense quivers of lust into her being. Dressing was excruciating, as she was dressing for her. She even wore a push up bra and rarely worn shoulder pads to further increase her size advantage. It was a struggle to not retrieve her favourite dildo and do herself before she left for work. The drive to work was difficult. It seemed like every pretty young thing in town was out on the street. But, Laura finally put on her business `face', and focused on the upcoming day. Chapter Three Having parked her car in the underground lot, she watched as the elevator doors closed. She wanted to get at the day's work, quickly. The elevator stopped at the main floor, and Laura cursed it, wanting it to go straight up to her 21st. story office. Her mouth nearly dropped open as Brandi sauntered into the lift, clad in a pale green, loose fitting blouse and red mini-skirt. Brandi smiled, and wriggled her fingers in a friendly hello. "Hey there," she said, " See? Ten to nine, right on time!" Laura gulped a breath as she smiled. " Good morning," she stammered, drinking in all of Brandi's delightful little form. "You get a gold start for being so diligent with the time." Suddenly, five other people crammed into the elevator, forcing Brandi to stand next to the mature, taller woman. As the door closed, Laura looked down at the petite girl, her eyes catching a brief glimpse of the open top buttons of Brandi's blouse. Her tongue circled in her mouth as caught a peek of Brandi's camisole, and the gentle top swell of her breast. Her eyes shifted, and she saw the outline of her eraser-like nipples through Brandi's blouse. Laura shook her head twice, and said, " We got us a busy day Brandi, I am glad that you aren't late." "Busy with a gold star for me," beamed a proud and sassy Brandi. They got off of the elevator, and Laura quickly went straight to her office. She nearly slammed the door shut, and growled lustfully as she thought about what their first touch would be like. After several long minutes, Laura was able to get back to work. It was month end, and she needed some help with some of the all-important financials. "Well, might as well get my temp to give me a hand," she thought out loud, afraid to even say Brandi's name. Gathering up some of the simple ledger postings, she walked out to Brandi's desk. Brandi was already busy at work, sorting some papers. Laura walked up behind her, and bent over slightly, and took a quick sniff of Brandi's thick hair. "Coconut shampoo! Even her hair smells good," Laura thought as she dropped the papers on her helper's desk. Placing one hand onto the back of Brandi's chair, Laura stood half behind her, towering over the lean secretary. "You OK with balancing ledgers?" said Laura. "Oh yes ma'am, took two years of bookkeeping in school," replied a very confident Brandi. Laura's other hand dropped to one of the papers, her long finger pointing out some of the important details. Brandi's head nodded up and down as she accepted her direction. Laura again got a look down Brandi's blouse, this time getting a full glimpse of the girl's pap. She inhaled deeply as she spied a pink nipple with no aureole, peek under the camisole and blouse. Laura mentally battled with her clit as she explained how the ledgers were to be finished. "You sure you're Ok with this Brandi? The annual meeting is in seven days, and I need this done to present the final numbers. It is very important Brandi. I can give it to someone else if you are uncomfortable with this," said Laura. "No problems ma'am. No fuc...ahhhhummmm... darn problem at all," said cocky Brandi. Laura clasped the lean girl's shoulder, and almost melted as her large hand almost totally covered Brandi's shoulder. "That's great! You get this done, and I will recommend you to personnel for a more permanent position!" "Ewwwww!," piped in the jubilant girl. "It will get done ma'am. `fer sure, you can count on me; 1-2-3!" Laura smiled and walked away, the sensation of the beautiful girl's flesh warmed blouse still pulsing in her hand. As she sat in her chair, she replayed their first touch in her mind, and lust coursed through her as she again felt how she towered over Brandi, how she stood almost vulture-like over her. Laura was brought back to reality as her phone rang, and she answered it, temporarily putting Brandi's peek-a-boo nipples from her mind. Brandi sat transfixed at her desk, afraid and unsure. The only bookkeeping that she really studied in school was boffing the accounting teacher for grades. She quietly smiled as she remembered his thick penis, and how it filled her completely. She then chided herself for not remembering anything past assets and liabilities. But, the spunky 19 year old plunged onwards, and was surprised that she was able to seemingly complete all of the tasks that she had been assigned. Every time she was unsure, she remembered what Laura had said to her, `I will recommend you to personnel for a more permanent position'. She hardly had to fudge any figures at all to make it all balance. By five o'clock, Brandi had everything finished, and was anxious to present her work to Laura. But, Laura was in a closed-door meeting, so she left a post-it note on top of the thick file, saying that it was all done and that she would see her in the morning. Laura was almost shocked when she returned to her office, seeing the completed file on her desk. She was eager to see what kind of work Brandi really did. But, years at XYZ easily saw though the charade of the numbers. They all added up, but she was able to find where Brandi had cheated. It wasn't the end of the world, and Laura was able to make the required corrections in less than a half an hour. At first perturbed, Laura then felt jubilant as she sat back fully in her chair, an arm crossed over her chest between her firm breasts. " Got her! Yes-sir-ree bob, I now gots me a reason to get some private time with B-r-a-n-d-I!" she hissed. " She doesn't have to know that she did an OK job with small mistakes. I will tell her that I nearly got fired because of her incompetence!" Chapter Four The next few workdays flew by. Laura completely engrossed herself in preparations for the annual meetings, and had very little contact with Brandi except giving her more word processing to do. Laura had her reason to exert her control over the almost impish Brandi, and was able to co-exist with her without her lust creeping into the picture. The day of the annual meetings was finally here. Laura went over her presentation repeatedly, and marveled at the word processing work that Brandi had accomplished. She smiled a Cheshire-cat grin as she skimmed over the financials, and then furthered her presentation rehearsal. Brandi was ecstatic. Laura had heaped praise on her, complimenting her all of the fine work that she had accomplished. Brandi could almost taste a full time position with the company after all that Laura had said about her to her associates. She even dressed up for presentation day, wearing the most professional little black dress that she owned. She even wore a matching bra and panty set, her perky firm breasts delicately arched upwards and out. Black nylons adorned her legs, which were beautifully accentuated by her own three-inch heels. She felt sexy and proud, and was thrilled to be Laura's assistant through all of this work. When she heard Laura's voice beckoning to her, she jumped from her chair, and almost danced into her employer's office. Laura had just finished getting everything ready for her part of the meeting, and stood near her desk, smiling broadly at Brandi as she entered. "You did some mighty fine work here Brandi. Word processing, bookkeeping, everything. I simply could not have done it without you Brandi! You know that I have already have a written recommendation about you finished. I'll give to personnel next week! " Laura said with a smile. Brandi shuffled her feet, and blushed again as she stood in front of her proud boss and smiled. For the first time since she came to XYZ, she felt like a real contributing worker, and not just some kid off of the streets. She almost stared at the elegant professional woman, and admirerd her for what she had accomplished. "Gimme a good luck hug Brandi. We make a great team eh??" said Laura as she ogled the redhead. Brandi felt Laura's stare. Her mind jumped into action as it seemed like the look was more of a stare, and was held a bit too long. Or was it? Brandi discarded the idea, and piped in with a happy, "Sure can, a good luck hug." as she opened her arms towards Laura. Laura stepped forward, dwarfing the beautiful 19 year old. She stood there for a second, her blue eyes meeting Brandi's greens. They shone into her, almost piercing her as Laura slipped her long arms around Brandi's sides, and almost crushing her in a tight embrace. They stood motionless for a moment, with Brandi feeling so puny in comparison to her employer, awed and almost intimidated as Laura's strong arms held her so tightly. Laura whispered into Brandi's ear, and Brandi felt Laura's lush lips graze over her own earshell, " We'll go out to dinner tonite. A celebration and reward for all of your hard work and effort. We'll paint the town red, dressed t o the nines as we both are. That OK with you?" Brandi's short arms had to reach up just a bit to find Laura's waist, and they slid around the back of her boss, her forearms resting just above the perfect swells of Laura's bum. "Uhmmmm, yeah, sure, I guess. Dinner would be Ummmhhuhuhuh, great!" stammered an uncertain Brandi. "Fabulous darlin'," said Laura. "Fab-u-lous! My treat, got it?" Laura held Brandi for a moment more, swaying back and forth before releasing the pixy. "We'll meet at my place first, have a drink, and then its off to the best French restaurant in town!" said Laura in a happy tone. "You have my address. Take a cab Brandi. We might be having more than just a single celebratory drink!" added Laura. Laura then opened her purse, and peeled off two-twenty dollar bills and handed them to Brandi. " That should cover it." Laura again beaming at Brandi, and gave her a long once over with her eyes, the tip of her pink tongue sweeping over her painted lips. " You look great Brandi. Every person in the restaurant will be looking at you!" Brandi took the two-twenties, smiled, and shook her head in agreement, " Yep, I look great, you look great too. We will have every man in our town wanting to buy us drinks!" But as she left her employer's office, the feelings of uncertainty and intimidation returned. She was so happy that Laura had been so complimentary about her work, and that Laura was going to take her out to dinner, but still, that hug and stare remained etched in her brain. Thoughts raced through Brandi's mind. " The hug seemed to last a bit long, or am I being silly," she pondered as she shook her head No. "Laura was just happy and excited about my help and the upcoming meeting. Yeah, that's it, just a strong congratulatory hug" she said to herself, trying to rid herself of the unsure feelings. She plodded through her work, but the sensations returned. Brandi remembered clearly how overpowered she felt as the strong woman hugged her, and did Laura's hand caress her butt? She remembered back a few years, and how her roommate had once tried to come onto her, hugging her and then kissing her fully on the lips. She shuddered as she first responded to the kiss with an uncertainty but sexual response, and how long warm that kiss was before pushing her away, telling her roommate and in a way, herself, that she only liked boys. But she had secretly wanted it to happen again. Then Brandi couldn't get the feeling of Laura's firm large breasts as they seemingly mashed into her own chest. ""Did I really feel her nipples press into my boobs, were they erect?" she thought. The dualities of the incident with her roommate and Laura seemed endless. "And did Laura really part her legs a bit far, pressing her pelvis into my stomach? It was almost an erotic embrace, and not a simple one for simple good luck. Jeez, it couldn't have been. She's almost twenty years older than me! And certainly not a lesbian," pondered Brandi. Brandi continued to sit idly at her desk, bothered by the embrace and then the invitation. "Could Laura kinda like me, you know, like my roomie did? Little scawny, ropey me?" she shook her head and convinced herself that it was all her imagination, and that the always professional Laura was just excited with the upcoming presentation. Time flew by that day. Brandi continued to battle with herself, and her thoughts, but finally succeeded in feeling excited about going out on the town with her employer. She smiled as she imagined Brad Pitt like stockbrokers buying her drinks in the bar. She giggled and even got moist between her legs as she thought about being brought home by one of the Brad Pitts, and how they would make passionate love, fall in love, and live happily ever after in a huge mansion. The day did end, with all of the executives of XYZ still in the meeting room. Brandi smiled brightly as she passed the door, wondering what was going on in the meeting. She hoped that Laura's presentation had gone well, and that somehow it would be known that it was Brandi who helped Laura so much. She exited, and wondered around the business district for an hour, trying to kill time before she could hail a cab and go to Laura's house. Brandi did what she loved best, people watching, and her eyes sought out every good looking man on the street. She giggled to herself every time she found a sexy young one, carefully noting if there as a bulge in their suit pants. She blushed as a couple of men even returned her smiles, and ogles. Damn, did she ever feel good! At last, enough time had passed so that she could find a cab and go uptown to Laura's condo. She simply stuck her hand up in the air, like they did and the movies. And just like in the movies, the first cab she saw came screeching to a haul. A brawny Italian man spilled out of the cab, and opened the back door. "Where ya going good looking?" said the cabbie. Brandi felt the man gaze at her legs as she got in, and knew that he was staring at her bum as she bent over and got in the cab. She giggled as she waggled her bum twice before getting in, then ran her hands over her bum to tuck her skirt down. Beaming up at the older cabbie, she spoke in her most confident tone, " 123 Central West." She leaned back into the backseat, smiling quietly to herself. "I'm goin' uptown to have dinner with the boss," she mused as the car took off. "I have finally made it," thought Brandi as she thought about the last week. " I got me a good job I think, and will climb the ladder of XYZ just like Laura." She literally shook in excitement as the cab raced towards Central West. Her eyes found the rear view mirror, and she saw the cabbie staring back at her. She purposely stretched her arms fully above her head, and felt her nipples go stiff. She noticed how his eyes almost popped out as they stared at her firm breasts and rubbery nipples. She even spread her legs a bit, hoping to give the cabbie another little thrill. " Damn girl, I am just man bait tonite!" she said to herself. After ten minutes of teasing the poor cab driver, the cab slowed, and stopped. She saw the sign in front of the condominium, and said it out loud to herself in a hushed tone, "1-2-3 central Park West; The Excalibur Residents of Central Park West." A chill went through her as she passed the cabbie one of the twenties. Even more confident than ever, she told the cabbie, "No change - keep it buddy!" The cabbie muttered, " Thanx lady, `Appreciate it greatly." She sauntered towards the front entrance of the Excalibur, again saying it with great pride. Everthing from the past week flew through her mind, of her first day, of winning Laura's confidence, of doing the bookkeeping and word processing. She wasn't even bothered by the hug of earlier today, convinced that it was just a friendly hug. A doorman opened the front door, and she was greeted by a tall, mature concierge, complete with uniform. "Who are you visiting tonight ma'am?" he said professionally. "Suite 2205, the home of..." Brandi said before being interrupted. "Of Laura Smith. She is indeed expecting you. She informed me that you would be arriving now. Please go upstairs, and enjoy your visit here," he stated in a monotone. Brandi wandered into the foyer, her mouth agape as she took in all of the opulence of the Excalibur. She had never been in such a place. The chandeliers, the mirrors, the woodgrained paneling. They didn't have these kinds of things in her small town. She nearly fainted when the elevator door opened in front of her, and man in a uniform asked her which floor. "Gawd, I wonder what Laura's apartment looks like?" Chapter Five Laura had hurried home, and was reclining in her favourite, overstuffed chair, sipping on a martini. She felt great, the annual meetings having gone by without a hitch. She knew from the true responses of the Board that her bonus would be huge this year, and stock options would be offered to her. She glanced at the clock, and knew that Brandi would soon be here. "I've got to seem mad, just can't show her how damn happy I am," she mused as she felt the clear elixir swish in her mouth. She downed the mouthful in one gulp, and felt the wonderful little burn as it warmed her from the inside. "And I get to fuck Brandi tonight! What a god damn combination eh??? Bonus, stock options and Brandi's body and tongue all in one day!" she thought as she gulped down the rest of her drink. Laura caught her hand as it crept between her legs. "No, not yet fingers. I don't need you tonight. Gonna play with a eensy-weensy little girlie tonight!" Laura brought herself down from her sexual high, and began to go over the false story of woe that she would tell Brandi. She nodded her head up and down as she spoke softly to herself, making sure that she got every made up detail correct. "She'll believe it all, the stunned bitch is from some nowhere place like Upper Rubber Boots Saskatchewan!" She spread her legs a bit, and patted the crotch of her satin panties. " You'll get to play tonight too, pink little clit-cock of mine. All night long!" She emitted a long laugh as she straightened her dress. She nearly jumped from her seat as she heard a soft knock on the door. "Just a minute Brandi," she called towards the door, " I'll be there in a minute." She grabbed the bottle of vodka, needing one final bracer, and took a short swig before answering the door. Brandi waited anxiously at the tall oak door, still amazed at how expensive all of this was. She pictured herself as a resident, and having Laura as her neighbour. She had to physically concentrate on slowing her beating heart, and catching her breath, and then waited for what certainly was going to be a jubilant Laura. As the door creaked open, she looked upwards, eager to see Laura's face, and smile. But, that look of joy wasn't there. Laura's face was ashen and emotionless. Brandi inhaled a long breath, and said," Lemme in and tell me, tell me, tell. How did it all go Laura?" she asked as Laura silently let her pass into her condo. Brandi again looked upwards, and saw a scowl on Laura's face. She was puzzled as she heard the seemingly angry tones of her boss saying, "Come in Bran-di. Come in," Brandi was taken aback immediately. She knew something was wrong by the way Laura was acting. She looked upwards again, this time over her shoulder, and asked Laura in a much quieter tone," Did every-t-t-t-hing go OK today?" Her heart began to pound in her chest as Laura's eyes glared back into hers, " Have a seat Bran-di. Take a friggin' load off your feet and listen to how it all god-damn went Bran-di," said Laura in a staccato monotone. Brandi was shocked. She couldn't imagine what had happened in the meeting, and had never heard Laura use any off-colour language. She gulped in a breath as she took a seat, her eyes seeking those of Laura's. Laura stood directly in front of the chairl, her shadow cast over the seated Brandi. Long and tall, she placed her hands on her hips, head tilted, legs shoulder width apart. Brandi felt like a girl again, about to be chewed out by her mother. She shrank back in her chair as far as she could, and tried to speak. Laura's long arm shot forward, her finger shaking in front of Brandi's face." You listen to me missy. I nearly lost my fucking job today. You know that?" barked Laura in false anger. "I got chewed out by the fucking auditors for two hours this afternoon. They just about reamed my ass as they went over the financial statements you prepared. Ten years at XYZ, all down the fucking tubes `cuz of you and your so called bookkeeping `expertise'" Brandi went limp as she heard the words bookkeeping. She knew that her fudging of the financial figures had been discovered. Her head hung down so that her chin almost touched her collarbone. She clasped her hands together, and tried to apologize to the incensed Laura. "SHUT UP missy! That ain't the end of my friggin' day. Then they literally took me apart piece by piece in regards to me trusting an inexperienced teenaged bimbo to do the god damn financials! And what was I fucking gonna say? Huh? I listened to you, and trusted you! I am just about ruined!" yelled Laura as she stepped forward, her right hand extending. In her palm, she cradled Brandi's chin, her long fingers digging into Brandi's cheeks. Laura bent down, so that her face was even with Brandi's. "Do you fucking understand little miss cutesy? Ruined, absolutely ruined." Tears began to roll down Brandi's cheeks as she stammered, " I am soooo sorry ma'am. I, I, uhmmmm...I am so sorr....!" But before she could get the words out, Laura's other hand rose, and lashed open palmed across the tear stained cheek of the girl. Brandi's face was whipped to one side, and she groaned as she felt the sting of the slap. Her hand tried to rise, and cover her face, but, before she could fully cover it, Laura backhanded her across the other cheek. Brandi slumped to one side in the chair, and covered her head fully with her arms. Crying, she pleaded with Laura to stop, and how very sorry she was, and that she would do anything to try and make it up to her. Laura shivered in sadistic, sexual delight as she continued her tirade, thrilled to be verbally debasing the beautiful, lithe redhead. "You are gonna say sorry more than once tonight bitch, I need to hear it more!" barked Laura in feigned anger as her large hands circled the lean, freckled wrists of the sobbing teen. With one pull, she jerked Brandi to her feet, dwarfing the crying girl. Her long arm reached forward, and knotted in Brandi's red hair. She pulled upwards, and Brandi screamed as she climbed to tiptoes. "You're hurting me Laura, you're hurting me," pleaded the now terrified girl as she looked up into the fiery eyes of her boss. Laura spit at her, but missed her face as she yelled," You are gonna do a bit more god damn hurtin' before I is done with you little miss bookkeeper!" Her free hand balled into a fist, and drew back before burying her fist into Brandi's stretched tall stomach. With a loud `Ooooommmf', Brandi collapsed to the floor, crying and gasping for breath. Brandi's mind raced as she tried to crawl away from her much larger attacker. " She's gonna fucking kill me," thought Brandi as she wobbled on her hands and knees. "She is crazy!" Laura surveyed at Brandi's cute butt, and kicked her with the toe of her shoe, sending the weeping girl face first on the floor. Brandi's hands tried to slip under her body, and press herself up into a semi-standing position. Laura laughed manically as she placed her foot on Brandi's back, pressing her back down. Brandi looked over her shoulder, and and saw the toned, taught leg on her back. She continued her gaze up, past the parted thighs of the irate woman, up her shapely torso, to her fiery eyes. The girl continued to plead with the crazed woman. "Laura, ma'am, I am so sorry. Please don't slap me anymore. What can I do to make it up to you?" she stammered between gasps and cries. "You're sorry? What the fuck good is that little bitch! My career is just about ruined, and all you can say is fucking sorry?" bellowed Laura as she sank to a crouching position, her thong panty crotch wedged tight to her erect, pulsing clit. Her hand reached way down, and again twined in Brandi's messed hair, and pulled her head back and to one side. She planted her knee across Brandi's small back, keeping her flat on her belly. Laura brought her face so that is was inches from the terrified teen, and growled at Brandi," You are nuthin' but a god damn fraud. You are a fraud as a bookkeeper, and you are a fraud as professional secretary. Nuthin' but a god damned fraud." Brandi felt the scattered droplets of Laura's saliva splatter on her cheeks as Laura continued," You are even a fraud for trying to dress the part of a real executive assistant Brandi-dear. You got no right to sport this little black dress!" Laura's fingers released Brandi's hair. She fisted the back neckline of the girl's dress, and began to stand, taking Brandi upwards. She choked for breath as the front neckline bit into her throat. Laura yanked backwards with all of her towering strength, and Brandi followed, thrust backwards against the living room wall. Her head hit the wall with a thud, and her ears rang as she began to slump forward. "You don't have the right to wear a dress made for a business woman, my fraudulent, impish bitch," growled Laura as she stepped forward. Brandi instinctively brought her arms up to cover her face again, expecting to be hit again. But, she felt Laura's long fingers rake down her throat, and then she felt the front neckline of the dress being stretched outwards and away. Her small, hands fell to each of Laura's forearms, unable to circle them and try to bring them down. Brandi screamed `Noooo' as she heard the tear and felt her only, expensive dress begin to shred open. Her tiny hands were open wide, trying to grab the toned forearms of Laura. Soon, the material of dress was torn open to her navel, exposing her sheer black brassiere, her ribs and the top of her flat stomach. Her heart raced in her chest as she attempted to bring Laura's powerful hands away. She looked up, so very up, and saw the gleam in Laura's fiery eyes, and then felt another tug on the remains of her dress. Now shredded fully open, the dress clung to her shoulders, her pale flesh more exposed. She knew that somehow she had to flee, and that talking wasn't going to get her anywhere. Her small hands flew up and out into Laura's breasts, compressing into the pillowy flesh. She also lifted her foot, and kicked Laura in the shin. Emitting a short `yeooow', Laura stumbled backwards into the side of the couch, collapsing backwards over it. Laura immediately jumped back up, her eyes ogling the disheveled Brandi. Laura tingled as she felt her the jolt of her hormones, thrilled that she was able to get Brandi to fight back. Slipping off her suit jacket, her eyes locked with Brandi's, and said in a condescending way," We're a fighter now, are we bitch? Looks like we have much more than just apologizing to do now!" Brandi began to dart for the door, knowing that she could never simply fight and beat her amazon-like attacker. For every two steps that her short legs could go, Laura took one, and she was quickly gaining. Brandi saw the glint of the crystal door handle, and desperately tried to reach for it. Just as her hand had begun to cling to it, she felt her hair being jerked by the roots. The long red hair that she was so proud of had been her undoing as she was dragged backward into Laura. She felt her head slip back between Laura's firm breasts, and then felt Laura's toned forearm slip under her chin. Reveling in the struggle, Laura pulled her forearm tight under Brandi's chin, bringing her to her tip toes. Laura's legs were spread shoulder width, and the entirety of Brandi's small hips and bum were pressed between them. She hooked her ankles in front of the much shorter woman's ankle's trapping her fully against her looming body. By simply leaning back, she began to stretch the fine-featured woman upwards and into her, and her thick, erect clit tingled as she felt Brandi's bum mashing into it. Brandi groaned as she felt her throat and torso being stretched, and wormed in the grasp of the powerful Laura, every movement sending little jolts of sexual delight through Laura. Brandi tried to speak, but her words were muted as Laura's thick forearm was nestled so tightly under her chin. Groaning almost silently, she felt her aggressor's free arm slide below her underarm, her open palm pressing backwards against the front of her shoulder. Suddenly, Brandi felt her neck and head go free from Laura's steely. She groaned as she sank down to her natural stance. She then felt both of Laura's arms sliding below then in back in front of her shoulders, cradling her backwards into the hulking, powerful frame. With her arms at her sides, she was about to dig her elbows into Laura's mid-drift. She tensed, but before she could, she felt her neck being arched painfully forward, her arms forced outwards and up, Laura's warm palms pressing flat against the back of Brandi's neck. She yelped one loud yell, then groaned as Laura flexed backwards, taking all of little Brandi backwards, full pressure exerted on her neck. Her legs kicked uselessly into the air as she squirmed in a futile attempt to break the painful hold. Her head forced downwards, she saw her small breasts heaving as she gasped for short breath after short breath. "Christ Laura, you'll break my neck," exclaimed Brandi as she felt herself being pulled left and right, her neck and shoulders throbbing as Laura tossed her around like a rag doll. Laura soared in sexual delight as she dominated the pleading Brandi, never having had this kind of real time experience. Her mind bounced from tormenting and hurting her younger foe to the very few role-playing experiences she had had with other women lovers. Her clit and thick nipples pulsed with each and every groan she heard from Brandi, her lust being fed by her ever-increasing pleas to stop. "What do I have to do make you stopppopoppp," cried Brandi as the pain in her neck and shoulders began to almost blind her. Laura grunted manically as she hoisted Brandi once again off of her feet, and then guided her so that Brandi was facing the wall. Keeping the pressure of the painful full nelson on the youthful woman, she leaned into her, pinning her to the wall. Laura spread her legs, and felt a waft a cool air drift up her skirt and to her soaked panties. She immediately arched her hips forward into Brandi's side, just above her hip. She shivered as she felt her clit again mashed, even though it was through her skirt and panties. Laura's head rested on the shoulder of her captive. She whispered in a deep hoarse tone into Brandi's ear. "Say you're sorry again little one, and tell me that you are a fraud, and that you submit, that you give up!" Brandi felt the heated breath of Laura against her ear, then heard her words. She immediately began to babble how sorry she was, and that she was a fraud, a fake, that she had fudged the books, and that she was giving up. She was barely aware that with each word, Laura was grinding her hips into her side and hipbone, her mind filled with the intense need to ease the pain that was flowing through her body. "Yes little slut, you are a fucking fraud, a phony who is helpless against me," groaned the sexually charged Laura as she her thrust her hips tightly into Brandi's side. Freely humping up and down, she kept the full nelson tight, stretching Brandi up just a bit. Her dress covered crotch found the top of Brandi's taught bum, and she wiggled her hips from side to side into it, increasing her sexual high. "Please gawd Laura, stop it, you are killing meeee!" screamed Brandi as she time and again repeated how sorry she was, and that she would do anything to make the pain stop. Laura's felt her huge clit throb as she heard the word anything. In a sex crazed daze, her tongue began to rim the ear shell of her submitting captive, occasionally slobbering it into her ear. She tightened her arms a final time, needing to hear a scream, and was rewarded with it as she Brandi shrieked, and then felt her begin to go limp in her arms. Laura nearly climaxed as she felt the girl begin to go limp, her mind already racing into the sex that she would have with the petite woman. Laura bit her own lip in an attempt to stall her impending climax, and then released the panting girl. She shivered as she brought herself back from climax, and laughed as she saw the groaning, barely conscious girl lying in a heap at her feet. Laura stepped back, her heart racing as she saw Brandi try to get to her feet. The teen's arms collapsed under her, and then began to rub her neck and shoulders. As the girl groaned, Laura knew that she needed more contact with the girl, and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. She tossed it to the couch, and cupped her full, firm paps, her thumbs rolling the nipples through her bra. She then pinched her nipples hard, and gushed into her panties. Laura then slipped her arms behind her, and found the zipper of her skirt. She undid the zipper, and let the black skirt drop to the floor. As usual, she let her eyes linger downwards, from garters to toes, along her prized legs. Brandi had regained some of her senses, and began to try and crawl to her feet. She saw the black tip of Laura's shoe, and she looked upwards over her shoulder. Her eyes scanned upwards along the long, stockinged leg of Laura, to the garter and her tiny panties. She then blinked, and looked even further upwards, and realized that Laura had stripped off almost all of her clothing. She gasped as she saw the thick nipples poking through Laura's bra. Her ear felt cold and wet, and she wiped her fingers over it, suddenly realizing that Laura had been tonguing her ear shell. She then remembered that Laura had not only had her pinned against the wall, but was dry humping her hip and ass. Images of the recent past rocketed through Brandi's mind as she tried to scramble to her feet. The hug, the good luck hug in the office, was really much more than a good luck gesture. As she got to a crouching position, her head was a foot from Laura's pantied crotch, and she smelled her arousal. Realizing that she was not only being punished, but that she was going to be raped by woman. Brandi garnered whatever strength she had, and popped up to her feet. Tears again rolled down her cheeks as she stammered," Please Laura, you can't. No. Please, please gawd no, not that too!" Laura was in a sexual haze, her body demanding more contact and eventual relief. But, her mind took control, wanting all of this to last, wanting to toy with her plaything like a cat does a mouse. She stared at the terrified Brandi, and reveled in the fear that she had induced. Her heart pulsed in her chest, every beat felt in her thick, sensitive nipples. She ogled the diminutive woman's breasts, and the erect peek-a-boo pink nipples that shone through the sheer material of her bra. She craved the flesh that Brandi's panties concealed. Seeing Brandi again move towards the door, Laura took two long steps forward, placing herself between the teenager and her route to freedom. She crooked a long finger at her prey, and through gritted teeth said," come here little one. We have a few things to discuss my diminutive darlin'" Brandi darted towards the open door of Laura's bedroom, but was quickly overtaken by Laura. Laura first clasped her by the shoulder, drawing her backwards, then quickly wrapping both of her long arms around Brandi. The mature executive simply dwarfed the apple of her eye, and Laura's hands shook with excitement as they began to stroke Brandi's ribs and sides. Almost frozen in place, Brandi felt the comparatively huge Laura envelope her body, her taught demure bum nestling easily between Laura's strong, sculpted thighs. Looking down, she was amazed at how large Laura's hands seemed to be, shuddering as each palm settled on what seemed to be almost half her rib cage. She felt her shoulder blades falling into the pillowy soft of each satin clad breast, feeling the thick nipples press back into her shoulders. Laura's warm breath was felt at her ear as the `giantess' strummed her nose through the red strands of Brandi's hair. Laura whispered a barely audible, "beautiful, so beautiful," as her hands began to slide upwards. Brandi felt the sides of Laura's palms slide upwards into the bottom swells of her pixyish breasts, thumbs stroking the always erect nipples. Then Laura shocked Brandi by cooing into her ear," Let mommy make love to you, baby doll. My baby is just about all grown up now. Let mommy taste you, savour you, and then fuck her baby with her clitty-cock." Brandi then heard Laura begin to murmur as her one hand slid from her breast downwards over her flat belly, her other hand softly massaging Brandi's other pap. Then, Brandi felt Laura's inner thigh slip in front of her lean thigh, Laura's honey drenched panty crotch pressed tight to the her hip. Laura's thigh tightened a bit, and Brandi felt her thigh painted in a tiny snail trail of Laura's wet heat. Brandi tensed as Laura's hand crept lower, her fingers beginning to play with the elastic top of her panties. Laura exhaled a long, ragged breath as she rocked her hips into Brandi's thigh. "Let mommy see her baby's kitty, touch it, and discover the little boatman at the top of her sweet, wet boat," cooed the aroused Laura. Brandi was too stunned to move as she listened to the one-sided fantasy world of her attacker. 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