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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW)Undercover Humiliation (2/10) {F/F, MC, NC?,Humil, F solo, anal - magic markers!}
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Undercover Humiliation (2/10) 
(F/F, MC, Humil, solo mast, anal,)
cowgirl


Two female Reporters go undercover to expose a plan to force older
business woman into become sexually compliant when humiliated by their
younger female co-workers.


:-)

cowgirl


___________


"Now, where did you get this again?"  I asked as we sat in katie's
car.

"Don't know. Found it in the same dumpster, where I found the other
bottles, remember? Behind some advertising agency called Noricom. I'm
betting it all ties back to them somehow." Katie peered ai it as we
studied at tape in her hand. "So, that's where you got this? Noricom?"
I asked.

"Yup, and I already listened to some of it. Jennifer, It's intense. I
hope....well...listening to the rest of it....you know....doesn't mess you up
further, I mean after the 'dose' I gave you yesterday." Katie warned
sheepishly as she pushed the tape her car's deck and paused, looked at
me dramatically.

"Puullllease! Listen kid, I was doing this when you were young enough
to be my..." I paused.

"...daughter?" She her eyes danced. 

I poked out my tongue in mock anger. "...younger sister." I shot back
drying to disguise being a little miffed at her.

"You *sure* your ready?" She asked almost sounding like she hoped I
wasn't!

"Katie, I'm a professional reporter with twenty years experience, not
some horny little freak, okay? What you slipped me yesterday's...
all...gone. Trust me. I'll be fine." I impatiently snapped, a little
embarrassed by her kid
gloves.

"Sorry jen. Just checking..." She shrugged, as I took a deep breath and
katie pushed 'play'.

The voice of a phone rang, then a young woman's voice answered.



_____






"Hello?"

"Yes, may I speak to Doris Please? "

"This is Doris."

"Doris, I'm calling from M.C.I. and I need to speak to you about your
phone bill. "

"uh..... is there a problem?"

"No, I'm just here to let you know you qualify for a fantastic new
savings plan -"

"....uhh.....I'm not really interested.... "

"Why not Doris? Wouldn't you like to save money?" 

"I'm sorry, but you guys have already called me today. Don't you check
with each other? I'm afraid I have to go.
Sorry." 

"Doris - WAIT -- your making a MAJOR mistake..." 

"Huh?" 

"Hanging up. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes trying to explain to
your hubby why you missed out on these great savings, what with your
current...er.....*situation*.... "

"Why with our N.C.I. Plan, you could *already* be saving 38 cents more
per --"

"Situation? What do you mean?" 

"Well, I heard your baby bawling somewhere back there, but I don't
hear his voice, so your so namby pamby he probably ditched you, which
explains how you white trash like yourself spawns a grubby little kid
in the first place, what with your passive personality and lack of
will power, a simple and sure plan like this would really help you,
Doris, believe -"

"Hey, how DARE you!!! You don't know the first thing about me!
And....and my boyfriend d-did NOT ditch me. He just needed....some...space,
that's all. He's coming back. Hey, I don't have to explain ANY of this
too you! The nerve of - Okay, I'm REALLY hanging up now..."

"No you're not, Doris."  

"Oh yeah?" 

"Yeah, If you were gonna to hang up, you'd have done it by now. Your
just embarrassed by how I nailed your whole life, right? Admit it..."

"Your being quite rude. What's your name? Where do you work, huh? I'm
tempted report all this to your boss. What do you think of those
apples, huh?"

"Wow. Pretty scary Doris. Are you a lesbo Doris?"

"huh? NO, of course not. Why in the world...?" 

"Well, your luck with men stinks, and your flirting with me big time,
aren't you? I Have other customers, and you can't stop begging for my
name and are curious where I work...Pretty sad stuff, huh?"

"Okay, your now NUTS!!! Give me your boss, immediately young lady! " 

"Hush. I don't *blame* you for being a defensive repressed sexually
frustrated closet dyke, and It's not your fault your not pretty or
smart enough to make a good wife. Doris? Still there?"

"Please hang up..." 

"Don't lie to yourself Doris. You are loving this, aren't you? You
relish my pushing you around, don't you? Isn't your strange little
quirk of draw cuter girls like myself into endless personal
conversations the REAL reason you should listen to me and save what
money you have left...Doris? Your breathing's getting heavier, isn't
it?..."

"Yes, sorry. I mean...No, it's...darn it, your twisting things around. Why
am I even talking to you? I'm not some sick lesbian or that other
stuff... I don't even know your name, and I'mNOT interested in your
mother fucking plan - -  OKAY???."

"Oooohhh...such language! (chuckle) That tongue of yours has a mind of
it's own, doesn't it?"

"Go to hell!" 

"Doris honey? Your DON'T want to save money? Even 38 cents?" 

"No." 

"Why not? It adds up you know. "

"ARRRRHGHH!!!.....'cause I'm too...'stupid', okay? Will THAT make you go
away?"

"You're the one who's too weak to hanging up Doris. If your too weak
to save 38 pennies, I guess it's up to step in, isn't it?"

"I don't follow..." 

"Big surprise THERE, huh? (laughter) Okay, let's simplify this for my
stupid lezbo friend - - quick, go grab a pencil."

"Huh? a Pencil? But I TOLD you - - " 

"Doris, Stop trying to think. Were doing something ELSE, now do as I
say. Fetch me a pencil....now scoot. I'll wait."

"Uh....jus' a second.......(muffled noise) .......Okay, got it. But I really
don't see... "

"Good Girl! Now hurry up and jot this down: 4928 Cedear Lane, Beverly
Hills, CA, 90212..... Got it?"

"Yeah, but..what's this?" 

"It's MY home address, silly. You may as send me a check for 38 cents
each month, since you're so too fucking stupid to hold onto it - - "

" (Sob)...please.....for god's sake.....Why are you DOING this to me?
....please.....stop talking to me like this...."

"Hey, don't come crying to me because you get your kicks from being a
friggin' doormat. It's people like you who need people like me to ball
you out. If you'd wise up and keep your hairy knees together, maybe
you wouldn't stay knocked up and keep pumping out more 'little
Doris''!"

"Okay, that's IT-- your clearly a SICK-O!!! I DEMAND to speak with
your manager. You're in big trouble lady! Gimmie
your name. I already have your gosh darned address..." 

"Pipe down, cunt. I'm not finished. The really interesting part is, we
don't even know each other, your such a stupid shit you get all worked
up and horny, simply BECAUSE I call w you a stupid shit. Is that sick
or what?"

"Did you just say what I thought you said?" 

"'Stupid shit', 'worked up' or 'horny'? Which one gets you off more? I
bet your... touching yourself right now, aren't you Doris?"

"I hate you. I hope you ROT IN HELL and die, you stupid FUCKING
bitch!!!"

"You're avoiding the question. It gets you HOT and BOTHERED when I
call you humiliating names, doesn't it you stupid horny dyke?"

"Fuck you." 

"Doris, if you keep using profanity, I'll have to hang up. "

"Wait -- " 

"Got YA --" (hysterical giggles) "Suuuuucker!!!" 

_____


Then the tape broke off in mid sentence and went dead.  

Katie looked at my raspy breath, flickering eyelashes and the beads of
sweat across my quivering upper lip. She calmly pulled up in front of
a house and shut off the engine.

"You okay jen?" 

"Jesus...this stuff's......it's...."  

"Yeah. I know. Are you...I mean, did it...." 

"The stuff you slipped me has WORN OFF Katie, trust me." 

"Sorry, I wasn't implying...you just look..." 

"I know. Okay....I'll confess this much...listening to this weird 'phone
lady' bark orders to this poor Doris woman, It  did shake me up a
little...."

"I noticed. You paid wrapped attention to every word during our drive
over. The report I found mentioned something about women who drink the
liquid responding either aggressively like this sales woman did, or
passively and excitedly, like Doris. I also found a blood tests with
the tape that shows both of these woman ingested the fluid. Not sure
how the sales lady found this woman Doris. Maybe pure luck.

"Maybe This sales lady was looking for her, or just fucking with her
for her own jollies..." I said dumbfounded at the
Idea. 

"Well...Doris sure was pissed, wasn't she?" Katie said, eyeing me.

"She didn't hang up though, did she?" I asked thinking deeply. I hated
how excited it all made me, and hoped kate hadn't noticed.

"Katie, we can't stop here. I gotta know what happens! I mean...uh...for
the story's sake. Is that's all that's on the tape?"

"Yeah, unfortunately..." 

"So, what are we doing here?" 

"This is her house. The woman on the tape, the house wife. The tape's
date shows it's was made a while ago. Nobody's seen this poor house
wife 'Doris' or her kids since this tape was made."

"This is pretty creepy stuff Kate, are you sure we shouldn't involve
the authorities ?" I asked, kicking myself that every sentence kept
coming out as a question. I meant to TELL kate my worries, but I just
kept slipping into this warm regressively relaxed state when we worked
together, which kate was impatient with too.

"No, I'm not 'sure', but jen, if we go to the cops now, we risk being
shut out of the biggest story in years! Think about it jen, there are,
what, still twenty little bottles of that stuff still floating around
town? This is only the tip of the Ice Berg. Are you coming? "

"To do what?" 

"Since this wimpy little house wife's obviously missing, I say we
break in. Look for signs of what happened. We'll call the police if
things get hairy, okay?"

I wanted to say no, that it was a dangerous Idea and my rookie
reporter's bravado could get us both in deep trouble, or killed.
That's what I wanted to say, but somehow I became flustered when I
said,

"Okeey Dokeey! ...right behind you..." My face burned as we got out of her
car. I tried not to panic, horrified how randy the tape had made me,
sure Katie could smell me stewing in my own juices. God she must think
me a fool!

Finally, fed up with my own passivity, In a burst of angry, I clumsily
rushed past her racing up to the door so I'd be first. Kate glared at
me.

"Jesus jen, - okay. *You* can 'knock' first, okay?" She sighed. I
shrugged a weak shrug, realizing I'd stupidly only made myself looked
ever *more* childish. I raised my hand, but before I could knock,

it opened. 


We were surprised to see an average looking young woman her mid
twenties in jeans, T shirt answered the door, much younger than Doris
had sounded. "Excuse me miss? Is your name...Doris?" I asked with a
serious expression as Katie stood dutifully behind me.

"No. I'm Tyler McCoy. Doris's....'friend'. How do you two know her?" She
sneered.

Kate and I both froze.

We exchanging stunned looks. It was HER, the woman humiliating this
Doris woman on the tape we'd just listened too in the car! It was
spooky to be face to face with the woman who'd uttered those nasty
rude things. I wondered if we were crazy, but her voice was
unmistakable!

"Well, this is Doris' house isn't it?" Katie asked. 

"What's it too you?" She demanded. 

I struggled to speak, but was petrified. For some reason, I felt just
like Doris must have, and my heart lurched madly at the thought of
possibly embarrassing myself if she was half as mean to me. The
younger woman eyed me as she asked katie: "What's her problem?"

Kate didn't answer fast enough, she the woman quickly returned to me,
sensing my weakness. Part of it was her commanding presence and her
firm little body for such a young little thing!

"...what's a matter?... lose your voice pumpkin?" The 'phone lady' scoffed
at me sarcastically, eyeing Katie and I dubiously. Our credibility
sinking fast as.

The phone lady, (as I now started to think of her) then got a superior
snotty look, goaded on by my fear. Though horrified, the tape and
Doris kept flashing by, and I felt giddy inside for some reason.
"Well, go on..." The phone lady asked, but I just stood there dumbly,
forgetting what was expected of me. What was the question again?

Katie shrugged apologetically at the woman, and I winced in
embarrassment at how I was humiliating myself before a total stranger.
If I didn't speak quick, I knew I'd telegraph my vulnerability!

I finally managed: "Miss Muuu...I mean, Miss...Mcccc...? Oh I mean....Oh
gosh,....er...sorry I goofed."  I broke into stupid giggles, flustered as
my breast rose and fell with fearful anticipating of how she'd NOW be
forced to chastise me.

"Your not terribly bright, are you? You could start by remembering my
name, okay miss...miss....?" The phone lady smirked at me.

"...uhh...." I said, knowing full well what my name was, but unable to get
the words out fast enough. Kate looked to the ground, embarrassed for
me.

"Aawwww.....the poor thing can't even guess her own name now?" Her voice
dripped with mockery now as she winked at Katie, her eyes coming back
to me and wonderfully pinning me to the porch, stripping me of my
pride mercilessly.

I wanted to die inside, and my privates were on fire! I was
dangerously close to becoming another 'Doris'. Why was I sinking into
this erotic fog, just like I did with Katie yesterday!

"Cat got her tongue?" The phone lady winked at Katie, who frowned at
me. " What are you two anyways...? Sisters? Girlfriends. What?

"We.....uh....work together." Katie sniped. 

"Oh? Really....why, I'll bet you do..." The phone lady smirked back as I
fell another rung. She had no Idea I was gay, and nether did Katie or
anyone at work, but that wasn't the point. I forgot how lesbian
obsessed the 'phone lady' was, but I was too paralyzed by fear and
desire to rebuff her.

"Well, sister, if your stupid little girl friend here won't chirp up,
I guess were done!" The phone lady chuckled as she stared at me
distractedly for a moment, looking carefully at my face and hair.

"Hold still, little miss deaf mute..." She whispered, as this younger
girl casually brushed aside a lock of hair which was tickling my face.
It was simple little touch, but I felt thunderous excitement bursting
under my breasts! I became feverish and love struck over how close
this sick disturbed girl had some to *actually* touching me. I felt
both invaded and flattered, all at once!

The whole thing only lasted a second, and Kate got a worried look at
my blissfully stupid expression and took a protective step between us,
 pointed her tape recorder in the woman's face like a weapon. "Miss
McCoy, were
doing a story about Noricom and wondered if you could answer a few
ques -- "

"You're the PRESS? There's a load of stuff I could say about Noricom,
but not to a couple of half assed reporters!" She spat violently.

"Wait, so tell us about it. Just two minutes, can I can tape what you
just said...? Miss.... " Katie tried, but Miss
McCoy Ignored...

...her and bored her gaze into me! 

"Okay, cutie, let's try again. Just take a little breath and tell me
your name, okay? Come on 'Little Miss
Reporter'....You can do it..." 

"I'm ...uhm.......my name's....Jennifer..." I said softly. 

Kate stepped guardedly between the woman and me, shoving her tape back
at the woman's face. " Ma'am, if we could
just --" 

"Your annoying me dip shit." she barked at Kate who flinched as she
turned back to me: "What's her name?" She demanded, pointing to Kate.

"Katie.." I said blushing, as I added a sexy little curl to my mouth
as I said it, and Kate glared over at me. I know, I just couldn't help
humiliate myself further, somehow. The fact it pissed kate off excited
me also.

"Well....your girlfriends Katie's a pushy little thing, ain't she?" The
woman's eyes sparkled at my obvious squirming arousal.

"Uh huh..." I cooed. 

"JEN!" Katie scolded as she butted in, turning back to the phone lady.

Miss McCoy...if we could just..." Katie tried, but only sounding like a
whinny little girl as the woman ignored Katie, snatched her purse and
keys, starting out her door and towards her car as we trailed behind
her like a couple of little girls selling cookies.

"But Miss McCoy...where's Doris? Have you seen her?" Kate begged, 

"No comment. Look, I still work there..." 

"May I ask in what position?" Kate quickly shot. Miss McCoy shot back.

"As a receptionist, okay?" 

"A....secretary? I thought you were a tele marketer..?" Kate queried.

"Why the heck would you think that? Jesus you two little fucks better
not be tapping my fucking phone line at work! WERE you??? Huh?"

"We found a tape by accident." I heard myself admit. 

"Jen!" Kate gave me a very betrayed look, and blushed at the admission
as Miss McCoy smiled smugly at us. .

" So what! So I make tapes, play games. It's my right, and you two
fucking nobodies better SWEAR you'll not breath a word to either my
boss or another living soul - GOT IT???" She barked at us, and of
course we  both found ourselves nodding compliantly to keep prank
calls a secret. I knew in my head this haunty little secretary must
really must be full of herself to expect us to buckle to her demands
since being a fucking peon, she had no leverage.

But, at that moment, our bodies were rooted to the spot and totally
intimidated, just as the woman on the tape had been. I winced at the
obvious age connection between myself and this 'Doris' woman's
obedience, but Kate's being intimidated confused me, though she hid it
better.  I guess even Katie's no match for the bitchy bottle blonde
secretary.

Tyler McCoy's flashed us a triumphant sharp smirk as she got in her
car and started to back out, then stuck her head out the car's window

"Now If you two little lezbos are stupid enough to be HERE here I get
back, I'll call the fucking cops, got it?" Miss McCoy smiled as Kate
raced to the street and watched her drive past us. I cringed as she
waved to me as she speed away:

" ...Bye Bye Little Miss Reporter Girl!" Her laughter mocked. Kate
swatted my hand as she caught me waving bye bye stupidly, and snapped,

"Jen....what's your damage?" 

"Sorry. ...she just...." 

"Jesus Jennifer, you'd better let me handle any younger women like her
until your back to your old self, okay? You were really scaring me
there, about to jump happily into the spider's web for christ's sake!"

" Kate, lookie! She forgot the..." I said, as we both looked back at
Doris' front door swinging wide open.


_____


Minutes later we combed through the house in silence as we both
searched for, well, we didn't know what!  Some sign of Doris....or some
weird 'drug- water' noricom conspiracy, I suppose. As kate searched
and I pretended to, in a state of sexual frustration, I whispered
across in the darkened house to her.

"Katie, can you believe that shit about us not 'telling' her boss she
makes juvenile pranks phones calls, and expecting us too...I mean, were
reporters for god's sake! Did she think she seriously scarred us? Did
she? Talk about ballsy, huh?"  I said my voice full of lust just
remembering, as Kate added:

"Well, if 'Little Miss Secretary' thinks we'll put up with that shit
from someone at *her* level...I Mean, I know your vulnerable, but I only
'agreed' to get her silly threat to get her to shut the fuck up!"

I ached to subtly humiliate myself just one inch further with one last
comment, when Kate beat me to it:


"Yeah, me too. But....do when she said that. Made us promise not to
tell, did it...I mean...did it make you feel all....." I blushed and 
admitted as Kate's impatient voice jumped in giving me a perverse jolt
of pleasure.

"No Jen, it didn't. I'm not like you - you're still doped up, and
that's why you'd off better off to do as I say, 'til it wears off.
Keep searching."

"Sorry. Uh.....Katie? So....what do you think happened to that Doris woman
after that phone call?"

"I don't know Jennifer."

"Katie, do you think this Doris woman is....okay?" 

"Depends what you call, 'okay'. I'm bet she's alive. God knows how far
this Tyler McCoy Bitch drove the poor thing though. I hope she's not a
basket case when we get to her, that's all." Kate said as I started
twirling a lock of my hair, feeling guilty about how aroused I'd
gotten by the phone lady's voice.

"Katie, I wanna tell you something..." 

"...uh huh?" Katie said as she searched, and I toyed with my hair
passively.

"...when we were in the car back there, listening to the Phone lady's
tape..."

"Her name's 'Tyler', not the 'phone lady' jen." 

"I...well, I was a little bit...I was getting kinda....well..." I stammered. 

"I know jen. It's okay." Kate paused, trying to hide her irritation. I
could sense she didn't want to hear about my sick arousal, yet I
longed to tease myself with the possibility of degrading myself
further in her eyes, even if I'd chicken'd out and save face at the
last minute!

"I'm sorry katie. I don't know what's the matter with me! Ever since
yesterday, I'm just..."

"Don't worry jen. Just try and focus, okay? I need your help. I can't
do this all alone...rememeber you have to stay strong so you can kick my
greedy little butt out of stealing your office chair, right?" Katie
grinned at me as I wearily smiled back.

I stopped cold, eyeing the kitchen floor. 

"Kate, take a look at this.." I whispered as we both looked down. 

There were crude ugly comments scrawled all across the kitchen floor.
Ugly words that made us both wince.

The name 'Doris' name was written with the rest of the profanity, and
dozens of felt markers were scattered across the floor as well. It
looked like graffiti, and my heart was pounding in fear.

I picked up one of the markers and carefully brought it to my nose,
sniffing. The smell was familiar somehow, but I couldn't place it.

"Katie...what's this smell like to you?"  I frowned, waving a marker
under her nose.

"Eeeww....something foul. Put that down jen, okay?" Jesus, this place is
a mess, huh? Whatever happened here, it looks that McCoy broad  really
flipped out with this Doris woman, huh?"

"Either that, or the phone lady just likes writing her name down a
lot..." I stupidly giggled. Kate frowned at me and I weakly tried to get
my wits back

"On her own kitchen floor? Come on, this looks kinkier than that,
don't you think...jen?" Kate looked up at me in surprise.

"Jen? JENNIFER??? " Katie scolded as she slapped my hand away from my
own crotch, which I suddenly became away I was shamelessly fondling
myself through my slacks.

"Sorry kate.." I mumbled, hiding my hand behind my back. I blushed as
my eyes met Kate's and she signed in exasperation,

"Jesus jen, this really is...I mean, can we go five minutes without
you..." Katie sighed as I hung my head in shame.

I carefully waited until she looked away, as I quickly snuck the
marker I was holding to my nose, inhaled the fume. It wasn't from the
marker it's self, it was some other smell, and it was pungent and
repulses me, but I still kept sniffing it. I rode a wave of
embarrassment and humiliation, still hazy from the 'phone ladys' (as I
kept foolishly calling her) verbal assault on me.

I looked down and spotted a cassette tape lying next to my shoe.
"Lookie katie!" I excitedly pointed down, proud I'd finally did some
good reporting, for a change. Katie picked it up and the tape had the
same hand writing as the one in our car.

We exchanged a grin. 

"Jen, maybe this will explain this mess, huh? Maybe it's part 2 of the
whole 'Doris/Tyler' saga. We'd better listen. You sure you're up to
this?"

"...yeah."  I shrugged, as katie's scolding eyes shot down to my hands,
which were no longer playing with myself, but secretly were clutching
a marker which I hid behind my back, blushing.

She shook her head as if I was a troublesome child, barely hiding a
delicious little twinge of condecendsion. I couldn't tell if she was
truly disgusted, or just perverse and tweaking me a little. Either way
I knew I'd need to regain her respect after we got out of this house,
which was turning me on too much to think clearly.

"Okay, ready?" She asked 

I nodded.

Kate turned and popped the mysterious tape into to the tape player
she'd brought along, as I secretly stuffed a big handful of markers
into my purse.

Soon the two voices came on, just where the last tape left off...



______


"Fuck you." 

"Doris, if you keep using profanity, I'll have to hang up. "

"Wait -- " 

"Got YA -- (hysterical giggles) Suuuuucker..." 

"...ooohhhhh....somebodies breath's all raspy and somebody keeps licking
her lips between her sexy little protests, doesn't she? Does my poor
little Dorey get all excited when the 'mean little phone lady' poops
all over her, huh?"

"I ...uh...." 

"Admit it, doormatt." 

" Okay, look Let's not fight. I don't want to fight, okay?  Maybe we
can be friends? Please.....miss.....What's your name? I STILL  don't even
know..."

"Doris, If I tell you my name, will you be a good little dyke and
admit your finger fucking with your ugly little cunt? Huh?"

"....erm.....uhg....okay....." 

"Sorry cunt! You don't GET to know my name, because UN-like you, I'm
important. Now, your right hands holding the phone. So, what's tell
the nice phone lady WHAT  your other hand doing?"

" ........ Please don't do this....please......" 

"Answer me Doris. " 

" uh...... I think you can guess." 

"It turns you on, doesn't it, Doris? It makes witto Dorey's puss puss
all nice and moist, doesn't it shit-fer-brains? DOESN'T IT?"

"..............please..........leave me.......alone...... "  

"Leave *yourself* alone, you sick little slut. You think I don't KNOW
what you're doing...right now? Your so damned stupid, you think it's not
OBVIOUS? Jesus, your really are one pathetic little ass wipe, aren't
you? Say it..."

".....go away...." 

"This is clasic, your begging ME to 'go away', but YOU won't hang up
or stop frigging yourself. What a freak! I've got to try something.
Doris-kins, is there a desk near you?"

"Yes but - - " 

"Good pussy. Let's see how stupid you actually are. What objects are
on your desk. Describe them to me."

"Uh...." 

"THAT'S not to much to ask, IS it Dory-poo?" 

"No no....I'm sorry. There's the phone. A rolodex. There's a stapler,
writing paper, envelopes. A plastic jar full of pens and pencils."

"Doris, is there anything thicker than the pens?" 

"Uh...yeah. There's this fat pink marker. Maybe an inch thick." 

"Okay 'Betty-Poop', grab the magic marker in your left hand."

(Pause) 

"Doris? Are you doing as I said?"

"...uh huh...yes ma'am...." 


"Okay, now think for a moment. I know it's hard for a little drippy
cunt like you, but try. Do you realize what a stupid little pussy
licker you're proving yourself by sitting there at  attention for me
on the phone like a good little pussy, holding your special little
marker? Do you?"

"..............huuuhhhh........" 

" Answer me shit-head... Heavy breathing isn't an answer." 

"Uh huh....Yeah....." 

"Doesn't me talking to you like this make you feel like a stupid horny
little twat? Well, doesn't it shit-head?...........Doris???"

"...er...sorry. I'm still here..."  

"Doris, PAY ATTENTION: if having another woman call you names and
treat you like a 'stupid-little-shit-for-brains-door-matt', if all
that makes your blood rush, heart pound and pussy spasm, then prove
you're a worthless little bitch by shoving that pretty pink marker up
your stuck-up little ASS."

(pause) 

"Doris? Are you still there?" 

"Uh huh...." 

"Did you shove it up your ass?" 

"....Yeah, now I have...." 

"Jesus, I can't believe it! You REALLY did it, didn't you?"

"...uhh...er.....wasn't I supposed to?" 

"God your one twisted cunt. Yeah, Yeah, keep ot up there. Your one
sick broad....Okay, shit-head, how deep is it in you now?"

"...uuhhh...." 

"Concentrait cunt! How deep is your butt is your friendly little
marker buried? Is it's all way up into your private poopy place? I
hope straining your brain for an answer doesn't give my sick little
lezzie brain damage. Oh, yeah. Make sure the writing point is sticking
out...okay? Is it? "

"Yes, the writing tips buried in me about two inches now..... Jesus...this
is embarrassing......and it hurts...and...owww...the tip's sticking out.
God, I'm really tight up there. I think this might be damaging me,
Ma'am ...Ouch!....Please don't make me...I mean...isn't there any way....?"

"Stop sniveling Doris, and make your brownie firmly squeeze hold of
it. I want at least most of it stuck in that tight little brownie of
yours, understood ding-bat?"

"Y-yes....ma'am." 

(pause)

"Doris? How we coming?"

"I...I'm not cum...oh...you mean...
uh, I think most of it's inside me, so far... ma'am." 

"Now I'd like you to squat down and use your butt to *write* something
on the floor. Can you do that for me dumbshit? Be a good little wifey,
take a squat for the nice phone lady and try to scrawl something on
the floor. Are you ready?"

"Yes ma'am. Though it's IS...kind of hard to write in this
position...and it's a permanent marker."

" ...and how is that my problem? " 

"Uh...sorry ma'am. What am I supposed to write? " 

"Write ' STUPID DORIS THE CUNT SUCKER ' Be quick about it,
cow...you're starting to bore me."

".....Uuuuuuggggh...owwwwee...okay...I think I..............almost.................oh
gooood...
...there. Okay, Ma'am"

"Good girl. What a insipidly excitable wet-pussied pushover you are! 
Now, I'll be quite unhappy unless the WHOLE pen disappears into your
twat! And while you are doing it, turn around and read the message
back to me, so I know you haven't totally fucked it up."

"Oh...okay...aaaah...ummm...'s-stupid....doris...the cunt sucker loves her
phone lady.....?

"Wow. I'm quite touched you'd add that last part on your own, though
it's quite naughty of you to not follow orders, wasn't ass-girl? Oh
well, it  It's close enough. And what does this prove darling?"

"That I'm a s-stupid cunt....who's wants...oh god....
mistreatment?"  

"...Who wants SHIT Doris, not mistreatment. You, apparently THRIVE on
shit. Or you wouldn't be making a fool of yourself by getting OFF on
..well... basicly...SHIT-FUCKING yourself with a magic marker for a total
stinger. The fact you're also tickling your stiff little clity like
the stupid passive little mousy housewife you are, only proves your
one sad sick little dyke, isn't that right Doris?

"....uuuu.... uuughhhh....." 

"I'll take that as a 'yes'.  Now, while I've got your attention, I've
gotta confess something..."

"...I'm lying. I don't work for the phone company. Just fucking with you
because you - I found you used to work in steno at Noricom. Noricom
ladies are natural dip-shits, or at least the older ones are - But no
hard feelings, right Doris?

"Doris???"

(assorted grunts) 

"....didn't think so. Oh, and stop by my place at 2:AM on Saturday.
There are a few....'other things' I'd like to try, in person. If you get
off on THIS, who knows what you'll let me do next. Now you can hang up
Doris. Goodbye Doris, and one last thing..."

"Yes ma'am?" 

"Leave it shoved up there when you go to bed just for laughs, so you
can break into tears to the site of your pink-marker makes when you
accidentally write all over your messy bed sheets, okay? A stupid
pussy licking shit like you will probably jerk off to over it, won't
she?"

" ..............................yeah...(sob)....." 

"Hang up now Doris." 

Click.
 
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The tape shut off, and we both stood there in silence. 

"Jesus. This is twisted. There's no sign of Doris around here, so god
knows what happened to her. These is ten times more bizarre that I
ever imagined." Kate whispered.

"Yeah..." I managed. I was so close to spontaneous orgasm after
listening to poor little 'shit for brains' Doris, and gazing at her
'message' she'd obviously written across the phone lady's floor, I
couldn't wait to rush home and finger myself silly!

It was only pride before kate that stopped me. I'd sunk to low in
front of her today anyways!

Kate sighed as she pulled the tape out of her machine.

"Jen, I'd better come back here later and question this McCoy woman by
myself. I don't trust you anywhere near this weirdo, not until you've
completely shaken the drugs effects." Kate said as I barely heard her,
started down into my purse.

"Jennifer, did you hear me?" I blinked, head popping back up, trying
to seem together.

"Katie, you right. There's nothing more to do here. Let's go back to
work and brain storm, then tomorrow you can handle the Phone
Lady..er.......Tyler McCoy, and I'll try and track down Doris. I think I
can handle HER at least! I'm sorry I got weak on you today, but this
place is bad news. I won't forget what a pal your being Katie. I owe
you."

"Okay, how about your job?" She joked, but she softened when I
blanched at her words.

"Kidding! You know I'm kidding, right?" She smiled warmly. 

"My job, don't flatter yourself little girl!" I tried teasing back.

"There's the old Jennifer Corbitt, smart and sassy woman who inspired
me to become a reporter in the first place!" Katie winked playfully,
and I felt back on track. Did she still respect me, or was it pity? It
worry about which later.

"Glad to have you back, partner!" She patted by back as we walked to
the door and I tried to hide how hinged on the edge of orgasm I really
was inside.

"Uh, katie, could we stop by a rest room on the way to the office? I
have to...er...uh....pee really bad, okay?" I blushed at my lie.

"Sure thing...'boss'! This story's gonna be HUGE! Were gonna bust this
thing WIDE open, you'll see!" Katie slapped me a high five as we
walked out the door.

I paused in the darkened doorway, one step behind katie, catching site
of all the markers in my purse, shuddering as I saw some tried residue
on them. Something flakey. Brown. Uggghhh... I blushed, now RECOGNIZED
the putrid smell I couldn't place before.

"Ooooh god...." I shuddered to myself, waves of repulsion rolled over
over me as I dove into my purse, snatched the handful of dirty smelly
little markers and violently tossed them back into the floor where
they belonged, sighing in relief.

I glanced down, alarmed to see one last marker still peeking at me
from the bottom of my purse.

"Jennifer, you coming?" Katie called from her car, as an perverse
image of stupid little Doris reared into my head, as I forced the
dirty marker to my nose, impulsively, stupidly,

inhaling deeply. 

I enjoyed a rush of shame and excitement peeping at my younger
reporter and colleague who respectfully waited for me in her car...

...while I shamelessly stuffed the butt of the Doris' marker into my
mouth, the foul smell hitting me as I *sucked* on it furiously, rubbed
myself hard and fast between my legs! A second later I popped it back
into my purse as if nothing happened, rejoining katie with a sunny
little goody two shoes smile and as we drove off together...
 

NEXT, PART 3

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NOTE: Please DON'T e-mail me asking for the next chapter-- because
it's not written yet!
I'm just writing this one chapter at a time. Please be patient. Part 3
should be ready in a week
or so....Thanks,

:-)

cowgirl


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