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Subject: {ASSM} Laura's Fascination Pt. 1(F/f, , slow, FDom, catfight, n/c)
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	LAURA'S FASCINATION (F/f, Fdom, slow, catfight, n/c)

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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. Her shoulders and neck still ached
from the abuse they suffered from the much larger woman. 





 

























































  


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