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Subject: {ASSM} Undercover Humiliation (1/?) F/F,Humiliation,Mc,Semi-Nc?,Reporters,Solo.{so sex yet, mostly set-up}
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Undercover Humiliation (1/10?)
cowgirl

Two female reporters go undercover to expose why older business
women's strange behavior by their younger female
co-workers.  



___________


Name's Jennifer Corbitt. When I started at twenty six at the local
newspapers, everything looked bright. I was the
new cub, the smart, sassy, street savvy reporter in sneakers and a
T-shirt. Just a kid.

We young turks cub made ceaseless jokes about all the 'older timer' ,
reporters behind their backs. 'Hey, any woman
over 35 still working at a paper *this* small, gets what she
deserved', we'd laugh. My mouth water for a shot at the
big leagues. One by one, my peers took flight. Before I knew it,
twenty years flew by,

but I never took flight.

As I undress for bed, I realize how cheep I look in faded jeans and a
tired T-shirt at my age. Just never caught a big
break, that's what I told myself. It certainly couldn't be my refusal
to play company bullshit games and dress up in
perky little *business suits*, like all the other young ass kissers
around here. The same ones *I* train, so they can
go off and chase all those big stories that were supposed to be mine.
It just be some sort of 'character flaw' that's
keeping out of the big leagues, but...what?  

I blocking out how hard it's gotten recovering from 2:AM deadlines, or
needing caffeine just jolt myself to work
every morn, let alone the humiliation of secretly dying streak of
'gray' out of once auburn curls. I'm only 37 for god's
sake! Okay, almost 39. 

But then came Katie.

Fresh out of college, the twenty one year old cub reporter had perky
subtly bottle blonde hair, sparkling brown eyes,
full pout collagen lips, artificial beaming smile, and the friggin'
bod of a high school cheerleader to boot. Yup, this
was the 'new' girl! Cute little 'Katie  Burns' was mercilessly
cheerily fixated on doing whatever it took to rise the
top. 

I tried not to think about her, I really did. I tried to ignored her,
just like my humiliating streaks of gray, or my
extra ten pounds I'm battling, or the nasty little varicose veins I'd
spotted for the first time last night.

I took her to lunch, to size her up. A pleasant little sidewalk
bistro. She insisted I have a Ice tea, and when I
returned from the bathroom, I tried to make small talk as I sipped
away and she ate her salad, though Katie seemed
distracted and barely listened to me. 

I made my pitch that, since she was the new girl in town, I'd happily
offer her my personal confidential advice in
office politics, to help her steer clear of trouble spots and teach
her the ropes of reporting.

I became miffed as the prissy little thing picked at her garden salad,
her casual dismissal of me releasing
something deep inside. I didn't like being ignored, yet this girl's
callous attitude was doing something to me. Katie
paused took a little vile of water from her purse and placed it on the
table.

"What's this?" I asked, eyeing the small vile of clear fluid. 

Katie didn't answer. I started wordlessly across at her, heart
pounding for some reason. The fact she ignored me
again and only started at the vile of water made it worse. 

She finally looked up, forcing a strained smile as she fondled the
vile of water and chirped.

"Jennifer, do you know I've read everything you've written?" My pursed
lips broadened in approval.

"Really?" I couldn't help but relaxing. Maybe I'd misjudged her. 

"... used to *respect* you too. Geeess.... Advice? Even followed your
stuff in when I was in high school." She pressed
me with relentless enjoyment, watching my face fall as I toyed with my
straw with my tongue.

"High school..." I echoed, a soft gasp of humiliation escaping my wet
puckered lips as I pulled away from my Tea and
lowered my eyes. 

"Katie....what the point of all this? what do you want?" I asked 

 "Look, 'Jenny', I don't mean to be rude, but I'm afraid 'advice' from
an someone as clue less as you is a joke. Despite
your denial, you KNOW what I wanted the minute our eyes locked, even
though it scared the shit outta you."

Wow. She didn't fool around, did she? I felt myself by breath quicken,
my cheeks becoming warm and my body
responding to this pretty girl's voice dripping with sarcasm. Why was
her belligerence wrapping around me like a
warm blanket?  

I forced a polite laugh to cover my arousal and embarrassment and
tried to sound together.

"Okay, Katrina. Let's get down to it then. Why....er... ..." I blinked in
confusion. "...why are you h-here?"

" I'm here for your job stupid." She winked. 

I bit into my straw as I inwardly exploded with rage. Little bitchy
comments were one thing, but my job? MY JOB? I
was mortified she'd dare to...well....say it *out loud* like that. I also
was breathless over the 'stupid' bit, and was
confused how much MORE turned on I'd become at the little twit
actually suggesting she'd fucking well replacing me,
to my FACE no less! 

"Jenny, Close your mouth. It's over. Face it -- you're almost old
enough to be my fucking mom, and you haven't had a
scoop in years. You'll just sit here in this shitty little rag as I
quickly got bored ands ditch your job for my rightful
spot at the major newspapers.

As Katie toyed up the little vile of water again on the table,
something approaching an orgasm bolted through me. I
should be throttling her, not squeezing my thighs together, right? As
I finished my tea, I became furious at my
vulnerability to her. 

"The cute part is, I DO believe you're a little....smitten with my
watching someone younger like myself who's got the
talent, chops and burning ambition you've pissed away long ago.." 
Katie smiled winningly at me.

I responded to the challenge in her voice, the lively contempt in her
eyes incensing me, mingling with my anger as I
staved off actually coming right in front of her....was too much....

"...am I right? Are you getting a certain....*kick* from being below me?
Your face keeps lighting up the more I speak.
I mean, why else would you just stand by and watch a pretty younger
girl walk all over you and take your job, right?"
The insolent girl smirked at me.

I fought to keep from touching myself. The very Idea of demeaning
myself before this cruel little bitch who despised
me and was just after my job sparked another wave of self disgust
which quickly warmed me inside, melted my
weakening resolve. 

"Jennifer....are you okay sweetie?" She smirked. 

I stilled myself, taking a deep breath, realized I'd finished my now
empty glass of tea. What's the matter with me, I
started to sweat. What in god's name is making me almost have an
orgasm from the cruel words of this younger
woman who was being so merciless to me? 

"Maybe this will make you feel better, here..." The younger reporter's
eyes gleamed as she threw her packet of salad
dressing over to me, and I caught automatically with a startled
excitement.

"Jen, will you squeeze some dressing out and rub it all over your
nipples for me? Just reach under your blouse
real quick. Hurry up!" Kate managed without breaking up, 

As for some god awful reason, I quickly sat up and squirted a hand
full of the cold Dressing into my palm, and
inhaled deeply as my fingers pressed the creamy Ranch Dressing over my
now tender receptive and hardening
nipples, as Kate watched me with a cruel smirk, and my cheeks inflamed
at my display.

"Jennifer, your turned on right now, aren't you? Answer me..." She
insisted.

I didn't want to answer as I sat there, shamefully blood rushing to my
scarlet face, burning my ears. rubbing my own
nipples. Thoroughly humiliated and angry as hell. But the bulk of my
rage was squarely on my own shoulders, for not
telling the little bitch to fuck off. I hated how each new indignity
was more exciting and intoxicating than the last.
Admitting it to her....would just....

but then realizing how humiliated I'd feel if I confess my arousal,
made my lips water as I took a breath, and Kate
smiled, as I kept rubbing my nipples. But before I could mutter the
words,

Kate raised her hand up -. 

"Okay - ENOUGH - DON'T ANSWER It's a trick question!!!" The young
reporter barked as she opened a small vile of fluid
on the table. 

"Jennifer, I'm sorry to have to put you THROUGH this, I really am, but
you'd never believe it if you hadn't experience
it yourself. The chemical in this little vile is what's causing your
reaction." Katie said suddenly drawing closer to
me in a hushed tone. 

"Huh?" I said, still feeling tingles of excitement and disappointment
I hadn't gotten to utter my admission to the
stunningly beautiful girl before me. 

"Come on jen, shake it off, and stop rubbing your nipples!" Kate
scolded, swatting my hands away from under my
blouse, which the Dressing had unfortunately now soaked through and
totally ruined. My arousal was fading a bit
with Kate's everyday tone, and I suddenly felt like a damned fool,
with creamy nipples.

"...It's part of a story I'm working on. The stuff in these little
vials, it...well....changes people. Mostly women. The Key
word is...HUMILIATION. It  somehow links humiliation to sexual arousal.
I placed some in your tea when we got here.
A single drop."

"Jesus....Y-you...druged me?" I stammered, arousal faded and anger
replacing it.

"I know, you have every right to be pissed, and if you *never* want to
talk to me again, fine. But, I HAD to show you,
first hand. This is the mother load jennifer. Were talking pulitzer
here. This is major shit, and all it needs is two
hungry reporters who'll plaster it across the front page...." Katie
said, letting her words sink into me.

I said nothing for a minute, blinking. Over the years, I had mastered
such tight control on my life, this little stunt
Kate just pulled to me scarred the hell outta me. I couldn't control
what happens with this *humiliation* stuff, and,
having always been in control, I not sure I like it. 

I staring at the glass of empty tea before me, awash in a tumble of
emotions, from betrayal, stupidity, lingering
arousal, and something else...

Something I hadn't felt in years. 

A second chance. 

This girl had everything I lacked, and maybe I could, unless....was it a
set up? She'd already tricked me once.

"What do you need me for Katie? You're the one who's got all the
talent, chops, looks, right?" I spat bitterly.

"Don't be that way. I had to say that stuff, to push you on. I never
said looks. You're still hung up on my looks, huh? Is
that the drug talking...or...?" Katie laughed playfully, but I sulked,
still feeling taken in.

"Very funny. You know, I do have experience. I'm not a total..." 

"I know jen. I wasn't lying when I said you were the reason I became a
reporter. I won't lie though, you've gotten
soft. My words wouldn't have aroused you so...if there hadn't of been
some truth in them. That's how it works.

"Katie, have you ever...?" I asked, eyeing the little vile of stuff. 

"No, but suspect it would work differently on me that you." She smiled
warmly at me, for the first time. I wanted to
trust her, I really did. 

"How did you discover all this? where did you get this weird little
vile of stuff? Who else have you tried this stunt
on?" I started, exploding with questions now my buzz was fading and my
pride coming back. Maybe I could put this
all behind us. It was just the drug, right? Katie had to demonstrate
it, that's all. Understandable. impulsive,
dangerous, but she's just a cub reporter. She just needs guidance, if
she'll accept it.

"I know, but I'll explain everything when we get back to the office.
Jennifer, I need your help. I'm not sure, but if this
stuff starts spreading..."Katie's voice trailed off dramatically as we
look around at all the attractive women eating
lunch around us, our minds mushrooming with the perverse implications.

"Yeah. I see...." I said as we exchanged a serious look.  

"I haven't tried it on anybody yet, but I was it's effects on a
stranger, and that's when I found the vile and file
explaining it near a burning trash dumpster behind a chemical plant. I
tried reading the file but it crumbled into
ashes. The file said something about he drug usually only becoming
more pronounced if a younger woman starts
verbally humiliating a older woman. I have No Idea why, I have almost
zero leads, but I think....

together, we can unravel it.  Are you in?" I asked. 

"Still gunning for my job?" I frowned. 

"Totally!" She winked warmly as she held the vile to my face. "But
without this garbage, I suspect you'll get back on
your game enough that I'll never have a chance..." 

"Okay Katie, I'm in." I said, shaking her hand. " But....no more spiking
my drinks, okay? After this stunt, you'll have to
earn back my trust okay? And I'm the boss. Your good, but you need me,
by your own admission...so just...."

" Relax teacher, your aggressive little student won't stir up your
humiliation fantasies anymore, okay?" Katie
smirked. 

"I don't HAVE humiliation fantasies, remember? It's the drug dummy!" 
I grimaced, stinging at the thought she
believed any of that display was somehow connected to the real me.
Katie shot me a wincing appeasing little shrug,
and I felt myself relax around her deeply for the first time since we
meet.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say....mom!" She teased, as we picked up our
purses and she picked up the check. "You are a
spunky thing, aren't you?" I winked back at her. 

"Your not going to fight me for the check?" She playfully asked. 

"You drug me, try stealing my job, then sexually humiliating me to my
very core? You pay bitch." I giggled as we
broke into gales together. I decided not to pick at how much of my
response to Katie was the drug and how much was
me. 

I'd never been sexually aroused by humiliation before, but I couldn't
shake the fantastically intense orgasmic high I'd
felt. It was better than any orgasm I'd ever had in my whole life, and
I worried my feelings for her cruel treatment
of me....may be something I'd never completely shake off. 

Though I'd never risk it again now that we were friends, just
remembering the bitchy ice in her voice was giving me
little rides of pleasure inside. Was she really just 'showing' me?
Part of me couldn't believe she wasn't also into it.
But that was the past. Katie needed me, and I wasn't about to give her
an inch now. As we walked out of the Bristol, I
grim though occurred as I asked; 

"Katie, are there any more vials of this stuff out there?"

"Lots, a whole box full, but it was empty when I found it in the
dumpster. God knows what happened to the other
ones. If any women around town happen across that stuff...." 

"Yeah, I know..." I shuddered inside, half in fear, half in sweet
anticipation over the very Idea.







END of part 1

_____________________


NOTE: Please DON'T e-mail me asking, pleading or begging for the next
chapter-- because Chapter 2 is NOT WRITTEN YET!!! :-0  Gosh - I'm just
writing it as I go along on this one. Please be patient. Thanks,

:-)

cowgirl


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