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Undercover Humiliation pt. 4 (f/f,humil,Minld Nc, Mc?)
By cowgirl
Two female reporters go undercover to understand young secretaries lurid
behavior toward older female excutives they work for.
{Okay, This one's mostly 'lame exposition', which means, people explain
stuff the reader doesn't really need to know or care about, since it's the
whole stories just an cheezy excuse for F/F humiliation anyways, riiiiight?
Hey, I know expo sucks, sorry. Next one will be juicier, promise. - jen}
_______
Kate and I had spent our first morning at Noricom as Kate grumblingly
played along as my secretary. Bunny arranged it so I'd work in the Noricom
office as something we called a 'Personnel Evaluation Manager'. Basically,
I got to go around and interview people and evaluate different policies.
On the other hand, Kate would stay at the newspaper and pretend to be
working out of our company's "main office". This way Kate could write up
my notes and tapes, and drop in on the other secretaries on this floor,
like Tyler McCoy and the somewhat shyer April Peterson.
Kate showed me how she'd snuck in secretly the night before and started
taping everything the two secretaries gossiped about that morning. I could
tell Kate hated not publicly being my 'equal', even in this 'undercover'
situation, but she put on a brave face and I made sure not to call her
'Katie' in front of the other 'steno girls'.
Kate was in my office when Bunny walked in.
"So, you two ready for some introductions around here?" Bunny chirped.
"Jennifer, you're not wearing your Noricom Blazer and business skirt,
are you?"
"No Bernice, I'm not. And I'm not GOING too. " I said firmly. "It is
my job to evaluate policies and I'm starting with that policy." "But
Jennifer, what if Miss Price sees you -- " Bunny squeaked.
"No ones ever sees this Miss Price anyhow, right? She's just a
mysterious 'memo queen' who litters everyone with emails, correct? She'll
never know.
"Don't cross her Jen. Miss Price has eyes and ears everywhere ." Bunny
warned.
"Ohhh, scary! Listen -- Hey, why don't the secretaries have to wear
something? " I smirked at Kate, who glared back. Bunny interrupted.
"Jen, it's an honourr for senior excutives to wear the Noricom blazer
and skirt colors. Please?" Bunny whinned.
"Jen, maybe you'd better. We don't wanna raise suspicions..." Kate
added.
"Forget it Bernice -- I don't DO 'uniforms' and other corpoerate
lablels, so I guess you're stuck with a not-so-bimboish executive for a
while."
I turned around, showing off my outfit. I wore dress slacks,
professional yet comfortable shoes, a nice blouse. There was nothing at
all unprofessional about me. Besides, I didn't stoop to wearing tight
bright outfits when I was a reporter, and I sure wasn't going to start now.
"This outfit is very professional. I'm sure I'll blend in just fine."
"I'll just take it along, in case you change." Bunny trailed off as she
folded the god-awful pink jacket over her arm and carried it along as we
both politely got up and followed the older woman into the hall, images of
her dolled up as a bunny rabbit still fresh in our minds.
We paused outside Tyler's and April's and work stations. Kate and I
exchanged a surreal look. Three normal looking women. Two secretaries,
one excutive. Except we'd already met Tyler at Doris' house, where we'd
listened to her accost some poor woman on the phone, then the next day met
her boss Bernice decked out as a bunny and fucking carrots in her spare
time.
Perfectly normal. Yeah, sure. And NO ONE was talking about it. God
knows what was up with this April Peterson girl, or her boss Suzanne Green.
"Miss Corbitt, I'll introduce you to our other main executive on this
floor, Suzanne Green in a moment. Kate, I take it you've meet April and
Tyler this morning?"
"Yes ma'am. Hi girls." Kate managed with a false smile.
"Hello Kate." April Peterson said, her face lighting up with a genuine
smile.
" ....Katie is it? Haven't we *met* before? " Tyler smirked. Kate and
I exchanged a nervous look. Shit- we both remembered blurting out we were
reporters at our first meting with Tyler. Bunny knew, but would she squeal
before April?
I remember yesterday Kate asked me to 'persuade' Bunny (with a few more
carrots), to convince Tyler how we 'lied' about being reporters, and that
we really were 'Private Personnel Consultants'. Yeah, right! Bunny was
clearly just a joke to Tyler and there's no way Tyler'd believe 'Bunny Cam
Girl' now.
Tyler *had* us, if she wanted.
But so far Tyler wasn't blowing the whistle, minus little digs like
this. Just letting us *know* she knows, I suppose. Maybe that's enough.
Enough of a thrill. Enough until we solve this mystery.
"Yeah you did meet Katie, just this morning, remember Tyler?" April
said, as Tyler sighed at her friend for not catching her dig.
"Actually, my name's Kate. And it's okay April, I realize your pal here
Tyler's got a lot on her mind and probably will be working real late with
all this filing?" Kate smirked at Tyler's pile as she drummed her finger
nails across the large stack of papers.
Tyler shot Kate a dirty pout, then turned to her boss Miss Vallens.
"Miss Vallens, I've got a date tonight. Can I leave most of this stuff
with Kate or April?
"Tyler, this is silly. Call me...er....'Bunny', please..." Bernice said
without much enthusiasm. She clearly hated reminding Tyler, who obviously
relished the ritual of making her boss ask.
Kate got a paincked look as April chimed in. "Hey, I'd help, but I
gotta pick up my husband from work. I'd like to help you out Tyler,
really..." April shrugged guiltily.
"That's okay, -- well....guess that leaves YOU Katie, doesn't it? Miss
Corbitt, do you or Miss Vallens...?" "No more 'Miss Vallens' -- 'Bunny',
please...." Bernice whined as Tyler went on.
"...you two don't mind too much if I break Katie in a bit by finishing
my filing tonight, do you?" Tyler smirked as Bunny weakly nodded her
approval.
Kate shot me a panicked look, then saved most of her glare for Tyler. I
whispered privately to her 'Steady girl' , as I grabbed her arm with a pat.
"Sorry Tyler, Kate's mine tonight! Guess it's 'bye bye' clubs, right
Bunny?" Before Tyler could protest, I quickly rushed us down the hall.
Bunny smiled weakly as she winced back at her secretary.
"Oh my. Tyler won't be pleased Miss Corbitt." Bunny sniffed.
"Sorry Bunns, but Kate's *my* territory, got it?" "Yes ma'am, got it."
Bunny replied obediently, even though she didn't have too, since we were
clearly both excutives.
"Territory?" Kate mouthed with a slightly miffed pout.
"sssshhhh, do you want to do all the filing?." I whispered in her ear.
"Miss Corbitt -- We really shouldn't test Tyler, seeing as she knows our
little secret?. And ah-she'll take it out on me?" Bunny asked in fear as
she clicked sexily along in front of us.
"Sure, why not. Your secretary's a wimp. Think about it. Likes to
push people 'second hand'. Through the phone, or through web cams! If she
was gonna blow our 'secret' she would have by now, right?" I bragged with a
smile.
"Jen, that's pretty..." Kate said as I whispered into her ear:
" Look -- sure Tyler's gonna be pissed and will take it out on our older
Personnel Director. So what. They'll work it out privately somehow. Hey,
obviously 'Bunny' doesn't mind, or she would'nt have greeted us in her
little 'playboy uniform' now, would she?" I giggled with Kate.
What I didn't tell Kate was how I was was baiting Tyler into possibly
blackmailing us, which we'd catch on tape -- plus use whatever juicy
'Bunny' details Tyler stupidly spilled for the story to April. But Tyler
just hung with April like a coward, whispering about us from a distance.
If she did blow our cover to April, we'd find out today since Kate had this
morning's tape in her pocket.
Bunny then paused at the next office, knocking on the door. A voice
called her in.
"Now, this is Suzanne, er....Mrs. Green..."
"For Pete's sake Bernice, I've been your friend for five years - it's
'Suzanne' to my friends, and that includes you - Jenny is it?" Miss Green
raised her hand which I shook.
"Jennifer's fine. And this is my 'girl' Kate." I smiled, shooting Kate
a teasing smile at the 'girl' crack. She rolled her eyes and put out her
hand to Suzanne Green, who dismissively ignored it.
"Well, Jennifer. Nice to have you aboard. Bernice speaks very highly
of you. Haven't heard your name much in the business though myself."
"Were new. To evaluation, that is." Kate blurted out, catching herself,
and her new status. It was a little weird, as my assistant, to have her
always jumping in.
"What Kate means is, we're mostly a surprise on the east coast still,
that's all. " I corrected with a laugh.
"Well, we could use a good 'spy'!" Suzanne forced a laugh, then added:
"Bernice..." Suzane turned to Miss Vallens, who shot her a reminding look,
as Suzanne corrected herself,
"...Excuse me, ...uh....'Bunny' here, brought you in, so that speaks for
itself, right? At least you're a grown woman. These girls in their
twenties, like my secretary April. -- they're totally clueless, aren't
they Bunny?"
"Clueless." Bunny repeated sheepishly.
"See? That's why I drive them mercilessly! These little skinny butted
bimbos April's age, no mud on their boots. They never trudged their way
through the sexism, corporate glass ceilings, or professional humiliations
we had to. The whole steno pool embarrass themselves whenever they *dare*
bitch about equal rights, let alone equal pay, the stuff our generation
fought for, right Jennifer? Here, watch this --"
"Oh jeez..." Bunny whispered to us.
Suzanne barked for April to scurry into her office, which she did,
standing in the door as we all sat, watching her.
"April honey, can you do us a favor and explain who Germaine Greer is to
the group?"
"Huh? Gemaine...?"
"Not even in high school? April, It's no secret a receptionist is an
entry level job, but you did manage to keep your legs together in high
school long enough to learn something, didn't you?"
"No Miss, I mean, yes ma'am. what was the question?"
"Suzanne, these are a bit before her time, aren't they?" I croaked at
the frazzled April who stood before us in panic, not understanding what was
expected of her, if anything!
"Weeellllll....How about Simone de Beauvoir? Hell, even Betty Friedan
for God's sake?" Suzanne demanded of the quivering girl.
"Nope. uh....Sorry Miss Green. Look, I'm not much into authors or
fiction. I'm more of a movie gal myself -- " April said, realizing she was
just being chastised, but still quite intimidated.
"These are non -- fiction, kiddo. But, I supose you were still sucking
your thumb about then, eh?" Suzanne tried to get us to laugh along, but no
one was laughing.
"Okay April, sine you're being such a fucking baby and embarrassment to
me, get that thumb into your mouth, You heard me, suck your own thumb....
until..." Suzanne glanced at me, "....Jennifer tells you to stop." She
smiled. I froze, unable to speak. Eyes darted from her to me, but I
somehow wouldn't say a word. I guess I wanted to see if she would. I
could always stop it in a second, right?
The room went quiet as April looked at us, mortified by both by her
boss's request, and my silence, then with shaking hand, slid her thumb into
her mouth before us all.
Sucking it. It was hard not to find it an erotic sight, as we exchanged
a stunned silence and Suzanne Green a smug smile.
The embarrassed secretary just burned her gaze into the ground, as her
cheeks became enflamed with shame and anger, finally realizing she was just
supposed to stand there and *take* it.
Or, suck it, as the case may be.
"Jesus girl - did you not even pick up a copy of Backlash? How about
fucking Gloria Steinem?" Suzanne admonished,
Then April's face brightened proudly, as she managed to work her thumb
to the side of her cheek, excitedly saying:
"Oh, I heard of her. I once saw her name on some magazine that stuck to
my butt in the gym!" April said stupidly, before her eyes darted around the
room in shame. April realized her stupid answer, and resumed what she did
best ,
and slurped away.
"I rest my case." Suzanne Green winked at us. Kate watched in silence,
but looked as aroused as I did.
"Okay, she can stop." I managed aloud, getting too worked up for it to
go anywhere in public.
"Uh...'kay. ...erm....was that all Miss Green?" April asked, her thumb
finally free.
No April, I'd like you to either *apologize* to our guests for your
stunning ignorance and stupidity..."
"Really Mrs Green, is this necessary?" I snapped. "How can the poor
thing apologise for what she doesn't even know?"
"Okay April, tells us dear, what *do* you know? Something simple
perhaps? How about the lyrics to that old Helen Ready song, 'I am woman'.
Surely you've heard it, even you. Sing me the first verse of ' I am woman'
....and you may go..."
"Jesus Mrs Green..." I sneered, but getting aroused at the cornered
girl, and wondering when she'd snap and burst into tears.
" I can sing it Miss Green --" Bunny desperately tried, but Suzanne
waved her to pause.
"No, April needs to. Do it, -- NOW. Were *waiting* April..."
Suzanne sat back, arms folded in her pink, pinching blazer as the poor
suffering girl struggled through the songs words in a panic from the pure
humiliation of us all watching. April took a breath.
"...urm...I am woman....something...wait - hear me roar? Is that it?"
April looked to me and Kate for help, but we just sat there, watching her
like the sadistic sickos we were, the room permeated with intoxicating
shame and humiliation.
" Something else....Oh...uh....I am strong, what is it?"
Suddenly a woman's voice came up behind April, singing in a pleasant
confident tone...
"I am woman hear me roar, in numbers too big to Ignore, and I know too
much to go back and..." came Tyler's voice as she took the moment of
confusion to snatch the now crying April away and down the hallway.
"...pretend." Finished Suzanne quietly. "Sorry for that display, but
April only responds to a strong hand. You'd be advised to try the same
with Tyler, Bunny..." Suzanne sighed with a frown to Bunny as she stood up,
her body language telling us this part was over.
"Yes Mrs Green...er...Suzanne." Bunny whispered.
"So, to finish up, Miss Corbitt here's been hired to whip our lazy butts
into shape, via personal evaluations, huh?" Suzanne asked Bunny, yet glared
defiantly at me.
"Suzanne, believe me, I'm not here to judge anyone..." I said a little
intimidated by Suzanne Green's arms folded across her chest as she
continued standing.
"Judge? Don't worry -- I thrive on threats! And if Miss Price is
behind it, I'm for it too! It'll help us all. If I can be of any help,
just say the word...Now, I'd better get back to all these faxes. April?
Where is that stupid fucking girl-- " Mrs. Green said with a forced smile
as we walked out.
Out in the hall, Bernice quietly whispered: "Suzanne and I were once
very close..."
"...once?" Kate asked as we quietly whispered down the hall.
" Well, what with Tyler and me, well....I don't think Suzanne *knows*
the full details, but I'm sure she's heard the noises'. Embarrassing
really, . I can't help myself. It's the damned thumping when she . . .
oh God . . . 'rides' me . Suzanne's office is *right* next door to mine!
She's also something of a..." Bunny silently mouthed the next word
distastefully:
"... feminist..."
Then Bunny returned to speaking quietly, "...despite being a real
sweetie, mother of two and everything!"
"Gee, I hadn't noticed." Kate cracked me a wink.
"And the April stuff...Suzanne didn't mean it. She's insecure, that's
all. I noticed Suzanne and April go to the same Gym. It must be hard on
such a distinguished woman of Suzanne Green's background to watch all these
prissy skinny little women like April parading around!
"So that 'sick display' we saw is 'payback' for April daring to keep
herself in shape?" Kate blanched. Bunny jumped in:
"Suzanne's has a tender side. She hides it well, that's all. She'd
never let April, or anyone see her vulnerable side. She'd DIE first.
Bunny continued: "Suzanne's secret is, she's terrified of others judging
her weight! And so stern and competitive, like I used to be! Luckily
Suzanne'll never wind up like me. She's one tough cookie, hardest on
herself really, especially her fear of being 'f-a-t'. She a gym addict,
for all the good it does, though April and I would never DARE say it to her
face. I also think April respects Mrs. Green for being hard on her,
unlike Tyler and I."
"So you doubt any outside drug could be affecting you and Tyler?"
"Drug? Don't be silly! " Bunny trailed off.
"I see Suzanne wears those same snug little 'real estate' jackets as
you." I smirked eyeing Bunny's pinching uniform, as she proudly threw her
shoulders back and Kate and I had to keep from busting up.
"I told you It's Noricom's standard dress code. All female executives
on this floor *should* wear them. Mandatory. Miss Jessica Price loves
'her girls' to look their best. Well, if they only made them a couple more
sizes...well...." Bunny voice trailed off as she tried to button her little
blazer which was a wee bit too small to achieve its dubious goal.
"...Well...even if Suzanne is only a 'few pounds' overweight, she's
still makes up for it with her bull dyke cruelty with her cute little
uniforms, right?" I cruelly joked as Kate winced at my words.
I couldn't help it. I wanted to see Suzanne Green go down. Not because
of her weight, or her humiliating April, or her stupid little blazer. I
wanted to see her go down because the more angry and nazi like she was
acted, the more aroused I was getting!
Bunny beamed back at us as I smiled placidly over at her, loathing the
insipid little blazers on Bunny's arm which I still refused to try on.
"Well, Jen and I better break for lunch, can we finish when we come
back?" Kate asked, and Bunny walked us out.
________
Kate and I drove back to the Sentinel, where we saw our Margarette
Umberger, kneeling between two parked cars on our way on.
"Hey, Margarette, what's up?" Kate asked. She frowned up at us, then
back at the ground.
"Some bitch is in my parking space!" She scowled. "and guess what her
*friend* left...?"
We walked over, and saw a some dried doggie poop on the pavement at our
Editor in chief's feet.
"Shit." Kate said.
"Exactly." Umberger peered. " The prissy bitch parks in MY
personalized, clearly marked space, then has her mutt shit next to my
Honda! I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some bitch's bitch poop in MY
parking spot! It's even marked Umberger, see? See?"
"We see Margarette. Should we meet you upstairs? We've got Noricom
news."
"It's a fucking Corvette too. I wonder her parents rich or is it her
boyfriend? Look, there she is, that's GOTTA be the bitch!" Our editor
hissed at a twenty something brunette with a small bulldog twenty feet
away.
"Let it go Marg. We've got a story to talk about." I tried.
Margarette ignored us and furiously scooped up the dried poop with a
kleenex, marched it right over to the brunette and shook the poop in her
face.
"Is that your Corvette?" Umberger hissed. The twenty something woman
nodded yes, yet recoiled at the sight and smell of the poop.
"Hey, Kate, isn't that the new copy girl, what's her name again?" I
asked Kate as we watched a few feet away, both excited by the tension in
the air.
'Yeah, Barbara's her name, I think. Or it was, back when she worked
here." Kate whispered.
"Okay, then this your poop too, right?"
"What?"
"Is this your mutt's Poop? Cause if it is, then that's *proof* your
stupid enough to park in MY spot, you fucking dumbshit!" Umberger demanded.
"So what if it is? Who the fuck are you lady?" the copy girl sneered.
Kate and I exchanged shaking heads at the bad move. She obviously
didn't know Umberger's temper.
"Who the fuck am I? AM I???" Margarette spat, then exploded all over
the woman, who panicked suddenly.
"I'm your Editor in Chief you little shit -- I RUN THIS PLACE!!! Now
you better dispose of this shit or I'll have your fucking ass FIRED!!! I
swear to fucking god."
"Ah-ah-just leave it and I¡ll go back in and get a bag to put it in. "
The woman said, visibly shaken.
" Come here bitch." Margarette led the poor girl to the back of the
Corvette.
" That's right, now lean over the trunk. You heard me. Do it now, or
I'll fire you AND have you arrested."
"Please ma'am. I didn't know it was your space." The brunette cried as
she was pushed over the trunk of the car.
"Now what does that sign say in front of your car?"
"Aaahhhh-it says 'Rerserved for Umberger, Editor in-oh God', what are
you doing ma'am?" The young girl tried to squirm away as Margarette yanked
her short skirt to her waste and grabbed hold of her pantyhose.
"Now you have to learn to pick up after your dog."
Barbara broke down into tears. "Please no ma'am. I promise it'll never
....happen again ewwww-god!"
It was too late. Margarette deposited the dog poop into the girls
panties let the poor girl's skirt settle back down.
"You're damn right it'll never happen again alright!" Margarette
breathlessly whispered, a smile returning, now the battle was over. She
rubbed and lighty slapped the defeated girl's ass in victory, still holding
the girl formly over the hood of her car.
"...because *now* you're responsible for my parking now, so I'd better
not find ANY poop or cars or cigarette buts here or it's your ass I'm gonna
come looking for. Do I make myself clear little miss poopy panties?"
"Y-Yes ma'am," the young girl sobbed.
Margarette's ass rubbing took on a more perverse and sexual nature, as
she started subtly rubbing the young girl from the top of her ass crack to
her crotch with her own pelvis, basicly dry humping the girl from behind,
making sure the 'lump' in her panties was nice and snug.
"Run along girls, I'll be up in a minute," she said, dismissing us.
_______
Back in our newspaper's editor Margarette Umberger's office, we filled
her in as Kate played her some of the secret tapes she'd made of the snippy
little secretaries April Peterson and Tyler Mcoy....
Click:
"Okay. Listen April, if anybody needs this, it's YOU. So here's how it
works. I was making prank calls for laughs the other day, and I rang up
Doris at her house..." Tyler's voice whispered.
"Our Doris? Miss Price's Doris?" April's voice squeaked.
Click.
Umberger paused the tape. "Who's Doris again?" She asked Kate.
Irritated she was asking Kate and not me, i butted in:
"We heard her on the first tape. Remember, the marker? Her role at
work's something of a mystery still. Word is, all the secretaries snub
Doris because she's older, in her sixties and all, we figure the drug
again...." I sighed.
Kate adding; "Guess *Grandma Doris* only works there part time too.
Bunny said she'll introduce us to her later today."
Umberger nodded, and I turned it back on.
Click.
"Yeah, I called her at her home. I started making all these sarcastic
jokes about her being a young wife, and she got....*into* it!"
"Tyler, Doris is old enough to be our..."
"Mom? Tyr grand mothers! Yeah, sick isn't it? Anyways, she'll do
whatever I say. Now. I do mean *anything* too. Remember what I said
about that stuff I found, out back?" Tyler bragged.
Click.
Umberger paused the tape, and we all looked at each other. I spoke this
time,
"That's is!!! -- The 'stuff', as in, 'the vials' Kate found in the
dumpster, right? Has to be." I said.
"She say anymore?" Umberger asked.
"Not about that, but listen..." Kate added, breathlessly turning it back
on,
Click.
"Tyler --- you're so bad -- okay, what'd you make Doris, like, uh...do?"
"Plenty. Now she's totally wrapped around my finger. She responds to,
shall we say...the 'weird' stuff. Sexual stuff. Kinky stuff. And guess
who *else* I've added to my stables?"
"Who?" April inhaled deeply.
"A certain little someone who used to be known simply as....'Miss
Vallens'."
"You're totally kidding."
"I'm totally not. April, you've gotta try it. Mrs. Green deserves
some payback. Miss Price wont say anything. There's something about
certain women who work for her, all the older ones. You wouldn't *believe*
what I've talked our Bunny into."
"Mrs. Green? No, I couldn't. We never even speak outside of the
office. Or at the Gym when I see her there. Gosh darn it Tyler, now I'm
all stirred up. I've simply MUST KNOW, what are you making Bunny do
that...erm....uh....'excites' her so much? Is it juicy?" April cooed.
"It's so outrageous, you'd never believe me. I'm telling you April,
there's something in the air around here. You've just got to pick the
right ones. You should try it, it's an amazing rush!"
Click.
Kate and I smiled proudly. Umberger sighed.
'Is this is dynamite, or what?" Kate beamed.
Editor in Chief, Margarette Umberger only winced, then explained.
"Look, I'm sorry, but it's shit. All it's got, so far, is a veiled
reference to some mysterious 'stuff', and some dippy bimbos sleeping around
the office together. It's weak. Plus two sources at the company, Bernice
and this Tyler girl already could blow your cover, and that's sloppy. I
don't like it."
Kate and I looked, embarrassed, at each other before I jumped in,
"Yeah, but Margarette, all we need is a few more days. This wont take
'weeks'. If Suzanne Green somehow get sucked in too, we'll be there to
watch how, and BAM, we'll nail it --"
'Yeah, *If*." You're the senior reporter on this, Jen, you should know
better.."
"Trust us boss. It's not like we're a couple of inept *copy girls*,
right?" I smirked gesturing out the window at the brunette and her dog who
was still crying in the parking lot, her hands all brown.
Margarette smirked down at the girl and at her own car, now in it's
rightful place from her office window.
"Yeah.." She fumed. "Should have made my Little Miss Prissy shove that
dried turd up her own ass, huh?" Our Editor mumbled under her breath to
herself.
Kate and I look worriedly at Umberger. She'd always had a crass side,
and we always looked the other way from her cruelty and focus on....'anal
fixations', but sometimes it was a little, well...strange. And getting
worse.
Margarette Umberger snapped out of it, and back up to us:
"Okay, Keep going; but I want Kate here for the rest of the day. Jen,
you stay up there and sniff around, and set her an example of 'experienced
reporting' for a change, okay? Stick to the points, and avoid office
gossip." Umberger then added:
" Remember: Jennifer...
A: Find the drugs,
B: Who's affected, and
C: Who's next ?
..and Jen, If you feel the effects of ANY drug, abort Understood?"
"Got it." I smiled.
After we assured Margarette everything was fine, I drove back to
Noricom.
But my mind was still on the two demeaning surreal scenes today, both of
older woman taunting younger ones. Part of me, an irrational part, ached
for the reverse. It just felt, natural. I hated myself for being aroused
by the idea, but since Kate was gone for the day, I'd see where my nose
took me...
________
I walked the Noricom halls which were mostly empty since the day was
almost over, and spotted my jacket on the desk and Tyler's pile of papers,
which Bunny must have left there. I'd die before someone stuffed me into
that ugly pink sucker! It'd all be over in a few days anyway -
I saw Tyler wasn't her desk and began poking around, when I heard weird
little sounds coming from Bunny's office, the door of which was slightly
ajar.
I leaned closer and could hear two women's voices inside.
"Poor little Bunny has to file all the files on the bottom! Are my poor
Bunny's panty hose getting all baggy in the knees, are they, huh?" I heard
Tyler's voice ask affectionately.
There was no answer, only whimpers.
I peeked inside and couldn't see Bunny, only Tyler sitting down while
she dutifully worked away on the top most files. Then I spotted what Tyler
was sitting on. It wasn't a chair.
It was Bunny.
Or her butt, to be exact, since Bunny had it obscenely thrust in the
air, her head, hands and shoulders crouched on the carpet. "Please Tyler,
get off me. My knees hurt. My stockings are itching my knees too." The
older woman bleated.
"Well, let's just take them off." Tyler said as she worked at the files.
"No, Tyler, uh....this skirt is much too short. Someone might see."
"Better that than to see your baggy knees. What on earth would they
think you were doing then, your stockings all baggy and bunched around you
tubby little knees? Huh Baggy Bunny?"
I leaned away from the door, my heart in my throat.
I could believe it, hearing it from Bunny was one thing, but seeing it,
for myself!. I heard Bunny's voice as I decided to snatch my jacket and
head back to my office, lock the door and masturbate furiously to the image
of what I'd just seen.
as I walked away, I could hear their voices whispering,
"Please Tyler, not another spankie. What if someone comes in?"
"Stop complaining, or It'll be a brush this time..."
________
Half an hour later, Bunny walked into my office. She looked exhausted
but managed a false smile.
"Oh, you still here?" I feigned surprise.
"Yes, Tyler needed some, 'filing help'. We'll both be here late, but
she needed to stretch her legs, so I've got a break...." Bernice Vallens
blushed.
"Okay then, was there anybody else I should meet? How about the head
lady herself Miss Price?"
'I told you Jen, she never sees..." Bunny said adjusting her pantyhose.
"Well, can we at least say hello?" I bullied.
"Well, You can talk to the next best thing though - her Personal
Assistant. " Bunny said, leading down the hallway
We spotted a mousy looking older woman in her office from a distance,
she turned to us and waved from afar.
"That's Miss Price's personal assistant - Doris."
"Doris?" I stammered.
"Yes, do you know her?"
"Uh...no. Just herd her name around the office, that's all." I
whispered, my face going five shades of red. Doris the marker lady, who
we'd heard on the tape, and whom April was also using as her own personal
sex toy.
"This is Jessica's personal assistant?" I asked quickly as we walked up.
"Her official job is assistant, but that's pretty much a formality....In
addition to being Miss Price's right ear, she's also also Miss Price's most
trusted partner -- as well as her own mother too! ." Bunny clamped her hand
over her mouth.
"None of the executives know she's Miss Price's mother either - "
"Mother?" I mouthed silently, totally stunned.
"Oh no! I wasn't supposed to tell. Don't dare tell anyone I told you,"
she begged.
"Of course not," I said reassuringly. I turned and gave Bunny a
conspiratorial wink.
"And here she is...Doris, this is Jennifer Corbitt." Bunny walked me
into the office of a short shy looking pudgy older woman who looked
suspiciously at me.
"Corbitt, huh? Miss Price is swamped today, and as I'm sure you've
endlessly heard..." The woman rolled her eyes at Bunny as she ignored her
and kept talking to me.
"...she sees almost no one. But I'll fill you in on what I can. I only
have a minute as I was just leaving for the day." Doris groused.
"Well I don't wanna be a bother, I can always just email Miss Price and
tell her you're too swamped too get to... "
"Uh...sit down. Sorry, I'm just, it's crazy sometimes around here.
Sorry. Jennifer is it? It's great to have you aboard, even if it is all
too brief - what is it? two weeks before our company 'report card?" Doris
forced a polite smile.
"I trust Bernice has shown you the rest of our girls?" Doris asked.
"Yes, this morning we just came from--" Bunny excitedly said as the
woman cut in-
" Well, I'll expect some really productive insights into our little team
here, Jenny -- and don't be shy about including Miss Price herself in the
report! She'll admit, even she's not above improvement."
Just who was this Jessica Price? I could find no photos of her at the
paper, and very little personal history. From what little Kate had dug up,
she was Twenty six, smart, one of the youngest women ever to own a
multi-million dollar advertising agency.
Did she inherit it, and if so, why was her mom merely working as a
cheesy fucking assistant to her own daughter? Price did most her business
all by phone. Word was she's rich, spoiled, but a damned good
businesswoman. The fact she was the same age as April and Tyler and Kate
somehow only made me feel threatened, intimidated, and weak in the knees!
Suddenly Miss Price's mother summoned Bunny to her door, who was
stupidly, still standing just outside the door there with a carrot in her
hand, a sticky one. Bernice clumbsily jerked behind her back as we stared
at her.
"...ug...sorry to interupt Bunny, but can you be a dear and get me a
Mocha? Jen, you want anything?" Miss Price's assistant asked.
"No thanks. " I sighed.
"Okay, that's one Mocha Bunny, then back up here and finish the tour for
our gal here."
Despite all Bernice Vallens had been through, let alone almost being
caught with that carrot just now, somehow I could feel Bunny blanched at a
coffee request from Doris. I think Bernice though herself the equal of
Miss Prices' assistant.
"I'll have Tyler get it at once." Bernice said "Bernice? Do you really
think that's the best use of Tyler's time? Isn't the poor girl buried in
all the filing you dumped on her? She said something about cancelling
social plans."
Bernice frowned, then set started to set her carrot on Doris's desk.
'Use a napkin please Bernice, you've been slobbering all over that
thing!" scolded Doris, as Bernice's face reddened at an assistant,
particularly one her age, talking to an excutive like herself in this tone,
but she did fetch a napkin and place it under her carrot.
"Look Bernice, I'd really appreciate it if you'd just go fetch my Mocha
like a good girl, then stay after work and give your poor secretary the
night off, okay?"
"Tyler said she'd only need me for another hour..." Bernice said with
some surprising defiance.
"Then offer to finish for her, pronto! You don't want me to bother Miss
Price with this, do you Bernice, oh wait -- what is this cute new name
you're going by now...?" Doris excitedly asked as the Personnal Director
visibly sank.
Doris and I shot each other a look. Our eyes went to Bunny for
response.
"...b-bunny?"
She said in a small voice. A small aroused voice. Like when I'd fucked
her at her house the other day. The same voice floated through the room.
Then I did something without thinking I jumped in:
"That was my fault, really. I encouraged Tyler to stay because Kate was
helping me tonight and, well...April flaked. If anyone's to blame for
overusing Tyler, it's me! " I said in one panicked sentence, full of fear
and wondering why I'd stuck out my neck like this?
"Is this true Bunny?" Doris blinked, her gaze slowly going to me.
"Uh....yes ma'am." Bunny whimpered.
"Well, that's a....'silly bunny' then. Why didn't you *tell* me? Shame
on you silly Bunny--Wunny! So, I guess poor little Tyler's trapped in the
steno hell tonight, right? Well....she'll survive. " Price's mother said
without removing her eyes from me once, as her gaze screwed me to my chair,
until she finally added:
"Mocha, Bunny...remember?" The older woman only then broke my gaze and
smiled over at the petrified older executive who I kept remembering in her
bunny suit for some odd reason.
"Oh yeah, sorry Ma'am. I'm such a silly Bunny, I got all confused.
Uh....Should I get Tyler to...bring that Mocha...or should...I.?"
"You dear," Doris said with ice in her voice.
Bunny turned bright red and scampered off.
"Hop along now," Doris smiled as Bunny left. We both laughed at that
point, and the tension broken for a moment, before Doris continued.
"I'm impressed. You're not intimidated by me or Jessica, are you?" She
asked without looking up, going over some papers on her desk.
"Fear isn't the Issue. If I'm *not* brutally honest, I'm not worth the
evaluation you're paying for. Right? May I speak candidly?" I said, on a
roll.
I was petrified, but something about my bold move, and the fact she
wasn't firing me, left me wildly excited and on the edge of my seat! Kate
and the secretaries were *one* thing since they were young enough to be my
own daughters and were stuck in nothing jobs like reception. But the
thrill of standing up against this younger woman with a HUGE connection to
Price, the MAIN power, had me enthralled!
"May I speak freely, without it 'getting back' to Miss Price? Or aren't
you paying me for an honest evaluation?" I shot back proudly.
She paused, eyeing me for a moment, then sighed turning away.
"No. Not yet. You haven't....*earned* it . . . Yet. This is your
first day. In a few days I'll ask you to sit in that chair and be totally
candid, but right now you're bluffing. You don't know shit about me or
this company."
I was impressed by her directness, and aroused by it.
Jen, what's the most humiliating thing someone could do to you right
now?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Personal vulnerabilities. Miss Price is interested in
what guides her 'girls'. Fear? Desire? Self Loathing? Love? What would
grind you to a halt, emotionally speaking?"
"Well, It would have to be a little more than fetching your mocha.
"Okay, what would it be?"
"I'm not sure..."
"Just answer me, if you want to work here."
"I suppose, Emotional Humiliation. Wanting someone who doesn't care
about my feelings. Who doesn't give a shit, but who I hang myself up on
anyway? Does this satisfy you?"
"Yes. I believe you are telling me the truth. This is all I and Miss
Price ask of you, and why you've earned my friendship and respect. You may
laugh, but I feel women like you....are the *key* to this company Jennifer.
The more a woman has, the more she has to lose, right?"
I don't know why, but I was deeply moved by her tone of voice, although
her words left me dizzy. All her words could have been a stunt, but she
sounded so raw, so vulnerable offering it, I felt like what she was saying
was a some kind of great gift.
"Yes, the more a woman has to lose...that and your blazers.." I snorted
jokingly.
"You're not wearing your jacket? Why?" She said suddenly. Her words
cut into me and I felt caught, embarrassed, naked, for letting down to her
this much.
"No offence, but it's....it's just not 'me', okay? Besides, I see
You're not wearing one."
"I'm not an excutive."
"Oh, yeah. sorry. uh....Is my 'dress code' going to be a problem?" I
asked. Doris said nothing, and I started to sweat over getting in hot
water. Did sheblab everything to this bitch? I tried digging mysyelf out:
"Look, I know as a 'Noricom Excutive', I know I'm expected to be a 'team
player', and surrendering my casual sneakers and jeans like a good little
soldier. But forcing myself into the company's mandatory tight fitting
trendy little stupid sexy looking blazer and skirt isn't my style, okay? "
"NO offence, but I seriously LOATHE dressing up in such a manner, for
anyone. I've got my pride...."
"Well, our colors are pink and black, hence, the pink and black business
attire. It's an image. I'm afraid that it's not something that can be
compromised on." Miss Price's daughter paused and then opened a drawer.
"But, I think we might be able to come up with a solution."
She pulled out a pink scarf, covered with large black polka-dots. She
walked behind me.
"Keep going, Jennifer, describe how trying it on makes you...feel," she
said as she began to tie it around my neck...."
Something was weird in her voice, as we were both getting far too worked
up, but I kept on:
"I hate all these stupid little 'power suits' and prissy looking
business wear, the feel of the tight shoulder padded blazers with tiny
little narrow waists, flared at the hips and pinching knee length skirts
that hug the knees together so one must take mincing little steps."
"Is it...humiliating?"
"Incredibly so! You have no fucking Idea!" I snorted, as I realized my
own hand was held firmly against the crotch of my pants. Oh God, I had
been rubbing myself. I, panicked -
When she turned around from her desk I was gone.
Cowardly, I know. I didn't even stop to explain to Kate. I just raced
past her, tears of shame brimming my eyes for the first time today. I'd
been so proud, so cocky, only to be brought to my knees by Price's fucking
assistant - her stupid step daughter for God's sake - God knows what Price
herself was like
-
Shit. I probably pissed away all Doris's respect. Maybe blew the story
too. God would Kate be pissed! But I couldn't deal. Not that prissy
jacket, or the fact I'd caught myself masturbating, even if she hadn't
noticed. Not today. not on my FIRST day...
"So where'd you get the scarf?" Kate smirked, as we sat down to lunch
together.
I blushed. It felt like a collar -- a symbol of Noricom's ownership of
me. I squeezed my thighs together. "Never mind" I stammered, changing the
subject.
"Jessica Price? Why the mystery? Any Idea who she is? Someone here?"
I asked Kate, who shot back,
My guess? Susan Green. If anybody has the balls, it's her. Maybe
she's just pretending there's the 'mystery boss lady: Jessica Pric'e to
take the fall is this is all exposed in our mind control story.
'Susanne Green Pretending to be Price? Naw. She's a bitch, but It
doesn't fit. How about her mother and personal assistnat: Doris?
Doris? The 'pen' lady? Jesus jen, you heard the tape, with April
abusing her. I doun't but her as in charge of anyone. " Kate said
disgustedly.
"Maybe it's an act. Maybe she pretending Jessica Price, her own
daughter." I whispered, catching myself fingering the scarf as Kate stared
at me.
"No, not Doris. Maybe the secretaries. April, or Tyler? This makes
more sence, no?"
"God, I duno kate. It's all a blur. Tell you what. you go home and
I'll stick around Noricom after hours and see what turns up, okay?" I
forced a smile, as I finally slid the the scarf off my shoulder and tossed
it away in the trash.
"Okay, just don't let miss Boss lady catch you snooping, okay? Say, you
know what that scarf reminds me off? I just realized. The jackest at
Noricom. Goodnight. " Kate face went bright at the words, then she turned
back to her car, and I glared at the offending color with anger and naked
embarrassment.
As I'd promised, while I stayed late at the Noricom offices. I waited,
hearing most everyone say their 'goodnights and clear out. My curiosity, I
crept up to 'big bad Jessica Price', the mystery woman's offices. No one
was there, so I walzted past Doris's empty chair and up to the name plate
on Miss Price's door, stroking it.
I boldly opened it, and saw a lavish looking office, but nothing juicy.
Before I could search for any signs of photos or who she might be, I
panicked as steps clicked down the hall. Shit. I raced into Miss Price's
closet and closed the door, smelling boxes of paper in the darkness just as
I heard steps of several women walk inside.
My breath and heart were in my throat as I spoted there was a small wire
mesh vent at the door's bottom. I crouched down, trying to peek out and
see who it was without being spoted. All I saw was three sets of feet and
modest heels.
I realised one was Susan Greens and also heard Bunny Vallens voice
coming from the other pair of shoes. Then I heard what must have been
Jessica Prices voice. Soft, barely a whisper, but quite sure of itself.
I was besides msyelf with curiosity. Darn only being able to see their
shoes, and being too far to hear much! I could tell that, somehow, the two
were being called on the carpet for something. I looked out, and saw
Jessica's feet. She was younger, and though it seemed silly to note, she
did have very firm, well toned, sexy ankles. Ones I would kill for,
compared to the two piano leg' larger ones Susanne and Bunny had, and me
for that fact!
I wondered if Bunny was squeeling on us, or had managed to keep our
secret, when I heard Bunny said something, but Miss Price barked: 'Quiet!'
That shut everyone up, including me. Well, I wasn't talking, but It
cleared my mind. Despite Miss Prices muffled tone and attempts at
authority, I was a little surpised and amused how, girlish she sounded.
This was the big bad boss lady no one got to meet, that had Green and
Vallens walking on egg shells?
I would have felt more supiour to her if I wasn't on my stupid cramped
knees in her office closet like a little girl, eves dropping. I caught
Miss Price's feet storm up to the two women, pacing back and forth as she
whispered bitchy comments. Something Bunny said had pissed her off.
As Sussane and Bunny who stood before her, all lined up like little toy
soldgers or something, I heard a sound of Miss Price picking something up,
then saw Miss Price throw two heavy folders of papers on the floor at
both women's feet.
Next I heard Miss Price scold them, something about shoddy work, about
fixing their mistakes themsevles. The two women were very quiet, but I
could see Bunny vallens ankels quivering as the pile of papers layed before
them.
Then I heard Price bark another order, and saw BOTH women's skirts drop
in a little circle around the heels. First Bunny, the our feminist ball
buster Miss Green reluctantly kicked her skirt off as well, and my
imagination went WILD at the humiliation these two older women must be
feeling, standing here before some twep half their age, without skirts,
and my hand disapeared into my panties in the safe darkness.
Then my breath caught as I saw Bunny's panties also come down around her
ankles. I guess Susanne Green got to leave hers - Oops, nope, hers too.
Now their a cute little set of middle aged calves, like stupid little
excutives. Why are they doing this?
They kicked them both off as I wacthed them both kneel down on their
knees, side my side. They both have their fucking tight little blazers the
goody two shoes they are! What Idiots. I'm so glad I'm not - wait, Miss
Price has handed them pens. Their writing, correcting they're reports.
I can't believe this is the same two women I saw in the office this
morning. Well, maybe Miss Vallens, but Susan Green? Maybe this was April.
But I saw her leave after spanking Bunny. Did April sneek back and assumed
her 'real role' as Miss Price.
Maybe whoever this is pretends to be Price just for me and Kate. God,
if Kate saw this, me here fingering msyelf in Price's closet, she'd really
raz me merclessly.
Miss Price tone became calm again as shesat on her couch behind the two
dutiful women as they worked away, asses in the air, faces a few inches
from their papers as if twin doggies with their faces in a mess they'd
made, and of course,
matching blazers.
I suddenly found myself reaching for my neck, then remembering I'd
stupidly thrown my red blazer colored scarf away.
Then I burned inside, hating myself for wanting to touch it. Then all
the nasty things started building up, expoding in flashed through my mind,
Kate goading me into rubbing salad dressing on my nips,
stealing Doris's butt fuck marker, the one April made her write nasty
stuff on her kitchen floor with, smelling it before Kate noticed,
Remembering this in the darkened closet, I couldn't resist and excitedly
fumbled in the dark through my purse, feeling my prize. Seconds later I
quickly forced Bunny Vallens 'butt pen' to my wincing nose, the pungent
oders sending me higher, closer...
I was brought back by the sight of Miss Prices still lazing on the couch
with her raised high heeled foot extended in the air, hovering inches above
Miss Vallens ass as Bunny dumbly worked away.
Was Miss Price going to rest her shoe there on Bunny's butt?
...like the saw some foot stool?
....what? WHAT???
I was so excited I was dying to see what happened next, the excutive
volentary humiliating herself sent even more repugant images into my head,
like,
days ago Kate and I watching Bunny Vallens hump a carrot on her couch
for god's sake, or me fucking her with it.
Or how both Kate and I kept soaking up our Editor Margrette Umberger
humiliate that poor intern with the doggie poop,
Or today, even something as tame as catching Susannes Green merclessly
brow beating April in her office over feminism,
or Bunny 'filing' with April a few minutes ago,
or now this...what I was seeing before me.
I was so close, on the edge as I waited for for Miss Price to lay her
high heeled foot to be placed gingerly onto poor little Bunny's vallens
ass.
but it didn't go 'on'.
it went 'in'.
The image of Miss Vallens on her knees, being forced to correct her
report, naked from the waste down, as her cheeks grew a ruby huge as Bunny
became aware she was being freshly 'heel fucked' by her own boss' shoe,
then watching Bunny squirm on it.
sinking in deeper, where it had no right to go, sensously humiliating
Bunny who's face went glassy eyed.
Jesus, at least Green would never put up with that shit, I thought to
myself. I inhaled the pen again, thinking of Bunny's poor sexual invaded
ass as my fingers worked away, oeped my eyes, my breath caught...
as I saw Bunny squirming, grinding back on the heel, purring, meawing
even.
This sent muffled tears trailing my cheeks trying to come quietly, and
the sick twisted fear of being caught finger fucking myself over it, made
me exploded in silent bucking orgasms.
End of part 4.
Part 5 tomarrow night !
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