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Part 6 cowgirl
Next morning Mrs. Suzanne Green rose, made hubby's breakfast,
rushed the kids off to school extra early. The wife, mother and
respected business woman, got dressed in her favorite combo
jacket and skirt pinstiped business suit for the office, then
after finishing all her morning chores, then grabed her sweats
for a quick 7:am Monday morning workout Gym before work.
The disturbing little tiff that happened last night at the Gym
between her and her secretary, long forgotten.
But half hour later, the fourty-something business woman sat
sobing deeply in her car in the gym parking lot. Doubts and fears
mushroomed her after Suzann Green let herself realize the truth.
"Tiff' didn't even begin to cover it. She and the younger woman
who worked for her might never be the same after this...
...well, *whatever* it was that actually *happened* betweenthem!
It was so..bizarre. And sordid. She'd seen April in the Gym
dozens of times before, and she never even acknowledged her
boss's presence - then THIS! The mortified business woman drew a
deep breath of anticipation that her pert little snippy secretary
April, praying she NOT be lurking in there this morning, not
after last night! Sure, she'd see April at work in a few hours
anyway - but Suzanne knew the little snip would act as if none of
it happened, and Suzanne knew out of embarrassment, she would
too.
"And she'd better say nothing, especially if the bitch wants to
keep her fucking job" Suzann bitterly pouted to herself under her
breath.
But the female executive's angry stayed buried as she just hid
there cowardly in her crumpled business suit and Gym bag;
shoulder slumped, struggling with her nerve, trying desperately
to gear herself up to risk running into the strong willed younger
woman. But she became infuriated at own passivity, and that
little priss April for her attitude! She was the boss here, not
that snippy little -
Suzanne jumped a foot when she suddenly saw April standing there
next to her car, and the business woman's mouth went dry as she
marveled up at April, who smiled down at her, knocking for her
boss to roll the window down, which Mrs. Green dutifully did.
Somehow all Suzanne's anger and resolve melted into arousal
seeing April standing there like that - smirking at her. The
older woman she felt embarrassed by her school girl crush
reaction.
'Oh God, I can't let her see me like this,' Suzanne thought to
herself. 'Gotta play it cool, stay in charge, in control.
"Hello April. Get inside Please." Suzanne said, glancing around
the deserted parking lot.
"Yes Miss Green" April sheepishly said.
Though she suspected it, Suzanne was unnerved by how compliant
her secretary was being this morning, especially after last
night, and guiltily peeked at the girl's smooth round bottom and
compact little breasts as April sunk in the passengers seat
obediently.
The two women sat there in an awkward silence for what seemed
like forever.
Finally, Suzanne couldn't resist, blurting it all out.
"Well....are we gonna talk about it?"
April's face went white, and then the blood rushed to hercheeks.
"Am I fired?" April asked.
"Should I fire you?" Suzanne asked bitterly.
April sat there, staring ahead. Not so cocky *now*, are you
little miss priss', Suzanne Green angrily fumed, enjoying how
intimidated her secretary now looked.
"Do you know I cried all night after what happened last night? Do
you? I can't stop thinking about it. About you. "Suzanne blurted
out, embarrassed for how, clumsy her words just came out,
sounding like a jilted lover or something!'Goddamnit, I'm losing
it again,' she berated herself. 'Stay in control.'
"April Peterson, if you wanna keep working for me, then what
happened last night - never occurred. Period. When you see me in
the office this morning, business as usual, agreed? "Suzanne said
as bravely as possible.
April looked away.
Shit. She'd hoped for a nod. Something. Suzanne sat there in
humiliation, not knowing what to say next.
"Agreed?" Suzanne persisted. She HAD to make the younger girl
understand - this *couldn't* get out. The rumors alone - .
Suddenly there was another knock at the window, causing both
women jump.
It was Monica, assistant manager of the Gym. Suzanne rolled down
the window as Monica leaned forward. "Well! Suzanne Green and
April Peterson..." Monica quipped, her eyes looking guarded.
Usually Monica was sweet as pie, but she looked quite serious
today.
"I'm glad you're both here. We have to talk. Please follow me
into my office. "Mrs. Green and April exchanged puzzled looks,
but followed behind the slim red head as she unlocked the Gym's
doors.
A few minutes later Suzanne Green and April sat down in the
Monica's office, looking nervously at the Assistant Manager of
the Gym.
There was a video that was paused in mid frame on a TV in
Monica's office. The Image on the screen caused an audible gasp
from the two women's lips, as the watched the frozen frame. The
video looked to be taken from the upper corner on the room, but
the image was surprisingly clear and both Suzanne and April's
faces were glaringly visible in it from last night.
Suzanne wanted to curl up and die.
God knows what April was thinking.
"We keep these hidden cameras installed and running all night in
the locker rooms because there have been thefts. It's just a
precaution. I fast forward through it each morning, and usually
it's blank...But I never imagined, well..." Monica said as her
voice trailed off embarrassedly.
The two mortified women refused to meet her gaze.
"So, we have a bit of a situation here, don't we ladies?" Monica
said, eyeing the two respectable looking women for reaction.
Suzanne quickly jumped in.
"Look, Monica? April and I.....We had a little...'tiff' that's
all. I... ....uh...realize how....embarrassing this all is, but,
well...it's all resolved. We're fine now, aren't we? Aren't we
April?" Suzanne glared at the younger woman to agree.
As April just stared ahead, Suzanne watched in horror as the
Manager stared worriedly at the younger woman.
"Things just....got out of hand a little, that's all!" Suzanne
quickly added.
"You can say that again!" Monica sneered over at the videoimage.
"Can you turn it off please?" Suzanne begged.
"No." The assistant Manager said, turning back to April.
"Miss Peterson, are you okay?" Monica asked, and April shot her a
lost little look.
Damn that girl, why wouldn't she speak up? She wouldn't shut up
last night, and now she was all sheepish? Then Suzanne FROZE -
...feeling someone's foot up against hers own! It was April's
high heel, which her secretary was subtly rubbing against her
own, well out of the assistant manager's eyesight. Suzanne's body
responded sexually like she last night was starting all over
again, despite being in the room with an 'authority' figure like
Monica.
Suzanne shot a stunned incredulous look at the younger woman who
had put her through so much last night, and was now playing
footsy with her at the worst possibly moment, as April smiled
innocently back to her.
Suzanne sweated, trying to ignore the blots of pleasure shooting
through her from her naughty little secretary's shoe, as she
tried focusing on the Issue, and desperately added:
"Look, April... lost her temper. But we're fine now. She works
for me, and I can vouch for her, okay? We both blew it and acted
like.....fools. Nobody would have even *known* if you hadn't been
snooping..." Suzanne said in frustration, as secretly April
quietly slid her stockinged foot out of her high heel and started
playing it across her boss's ankle
"Snooping?" Monica raised an eyebrow.
"Not Snooping. Look, we're sorry, but I'm sure you realize how
discreet we'd both like to keep this. Hey - just cancel our
membership, or we'll gladly quit, okay?! "Suzanne pleaded working
herself into a sweat, her arms trying not to play across her
business jacket and skirt as her secretary's foot explored her
calves with rhythmic little strokes.
Monica ignored the older woman and turned to the April.
"Miss Peterson, have you ever had...uh...*problems* with Mrs.
Green before this? How would your describe your relationship?"
Monica asked. Suzanne blinked at the words, exploding in anger:
"Excuse me??? Problems? *I* didn't do anything wrong here! Did
you even look at the friggin' tape? Huh?" Suzanne couldn't help
but blurting out, secretly pulling her foot away from April with
a frown as she winced inside at the still frozen video image in
silent fury.
"Please Mrs. Green - I'm taking to April right now..." Monica
gave the older woman a scolding look. Mrs. Green held her tongue
as Monica continued.
"...Miss Peterson, what's your side of what happened?" Monica
asked.
"We work together, and I see her sometimes in the Gym when we
work out. I've never spoke to her before this. I'd rather not
talk about it. It's just..... (Sniff)...I'd like to get back
upstairs to work, okay?" April said innocently, as Suzanne
noticed her slipping her high heel back on.
Monica started dumbfounded at the two women for a minute.
"Okay, let's back up. I don't much care how you two gals 'get
your jollies' when you're off work. But this Gym is company
property. I'm responsible here, and this has gone WAY past a
simple canceled membership. This ladies, is serious." Monica
said.
April reached into her purse and pulled out a small mini carton
of milk, placing it on Monica's desk.
"...uh....how serious?" Suzanne asked between parted lips in
panic, as April busied herself playing the part of an office
ditz, opening the milk carton, much to Monica's irritation.
"April, pay attention." Suzanne scoffed as April pouted a little
girl pout.
"Yes ma'am." April said respectfully as she opened the carton and
took a sip of milk through her pursed oval pink lips.
"It may become a police matter from what I saw on the tape. Now,
April? I'm no expert, but from what I saw, it sure looked to me
like Mrs. Green was assaulting you, *against* your will." Monica
glared at Suzanne.
"But....Jesus...I mean, look who's 'riding' who...!" Suzanne
whimpered, unable to believe her ears, gesturing to the frozen
Image on the screen.
"You're her boss right? You're in a position of authority here.
You hold the cards. After you're little....late night games
together, you could fire this poor girl for all she knows,
right?" Monica spat in my direction.
My mind reeled and bile rose in my tummy over her words! I'd
never even fathomed how after all I'd been through, how I could
be blamed for all this...! Was the assistant manager woman
totally blind? Didn't she watch the whole tape? Suzanne fumed to
herself, but suddenly...
The older woman froze again -
This time, she felt April reach her down and pretend to fumble
with her own purse, while her discreetly 'accidentally' knocked
over, dumping its contents all over on the floor, lipstick,
wallet and stuff everywhere. Plus something Suzanne wished she'd
wished April hadn't brought with her today.
The sock. The wet pissy sock, in a plastic zip lock bag. The one
from she'd been humiliated with yesterday. April's eyes light up
when she saw it and Suzanne cursed herself she'd brought it.
"Oops. Sorry Miss Green....I made a boo boo. I'll pick it up.."
April stupidly cooed affectionately to her boss, making Monica
jump in.
"April - Leave it. We'll pick it up later. This is VERY
important, okay honey? Now concentrate, okay?" Monica asked.
As April nodded, she managed to reach over and pull off her
boss's right high heel, leaving it sitting it next to the
business woman's foot now bare foot. Suzanne felt like they were
passing notes in class behind the teacher's back, only one moment
she felt like April was a two faced little 'bully', and the next
moment her secret lover!
April, what your boss did may constitute as... sexual
harassment." Monica said condescendingly to April who played
right along, as Suzanne peered at her conniving littlesecretary!
"Sexual what? ...uh...so you mean that because Suzanne is my
boss, then *she* would be the one in trouble and not *me*."?"
April asked like a bimbo.
April could place a hand on Suzanne's thigh and begin to slide it
up as Suzanne tried to knock it away, freezing at April's next
words:
" Weeeell......I guess she'd better be real *nice* to me now, or
I could report her then, right?" April asked, as Suzanne's
passively felt her hand offer no resistance and slip away, as
April continued to slide her hand into her boss' panties.
The business woman and mother of two felt totally foolish as she
gave up on fighting off April's secret advances, one high heel
on, the other foot naked, while her single high heel sat there on
the floor, as April shoved her carton into her face:
"Hey Bessy...wanna drink?" April smirked.
"Bessy?" Monica asked.
"It's an office 'nickname' she calls me." Suzanne quickly
covered.
"Oh, right...I remember..." Monica sneered, glancing in disgust
over at the video again.
Suzanne flushed deeply at Monica's expression as her warm thighs
pressed together, the once respected executive responded to the
humiliating name and, flushing also over Monica heard much worse
if she'd dared watch the whole tape anyway!
"April..?" Monica asked, getting impatient.
"Still thinking...right, 'Moo girl'?" April giggled as she shot a
wicked little wink to her boss.
And it was that phrase, that made the distinguished
businesswoman's temper flared at her secretary and arousal sky
rocketed to an all tile high! Moo girl. Mrs. Suzanne Green fought
to the urge to keep from jumping up and SLAPPING the smirk right
off April Peterson's smug little face right then and there, but
not in the face of thus 'abuse' garbage!
"NO...thanks. April." Suzanne managed, pushing aside the milk,
praying Monica wouldn't notice her depraved arousal before her
secretary and the younger red headed Gym manager.
"Miss Peterson, please...don't interrupt...she's almost there..."
Monica glared at Suzan, turning back with a sympathetic smile to
the younger woman, as April naughtily reached down, grabbed the
soggy sock in the soggy plastic bag and secretly it.
"Miss Peterson, WAS your boss Suzanne Green sexually assaulting
you or not?" Monica asked, looking firmly into April's now
watery eyes.
April subtly removed the dirty gym sock out of the bag and
managed to squeeze the soaking dirty water into Suzanne's high
heel, disguising the sound with a little sob, as she took a deep
breath, and answered, tearfully.
"Yes ma'am, she was."
Suzanne had seen it all. She thought what her secretary did
yesterday was low. But this. This.
Mrs. Suzanne Green should have been furious at April's accusation
and willingness to piss all over her whole career with lies about
what had been caught on video, but she wasn't. She was squeezing
her legs together. She was doing it quietly so Monica wouldn't
notice, and had her eyes locked on April as she shamefully guide
her foot back into her own high heel, now full of the icky fluid
from April's sock from yesterday. The shame of her own secretary
watching her sink to this display, somehow it just warmed April
to her all the more.
'Oh, god. Cold and wet. Jesus...' Suzanne growled to herself.
This is how it happened yesterday too. All her hatred, rage,
arousal, eventually give way to pure orgasmic love and devotion
to the snotty little smirking secretary who watches as her fat
little boss utterly humiliates herself.
"It's okay, Monica...I'm...er.....used to it. She's my boss. She
has these...urges. She said her hubby doesn't do her anymore, and
she...well...secretly...spies on all us younger women here at the
Gym and at work. I felt sorry for her, that's all...." April
shrugged with a ditzy wane little smile over to her Monica.
"I NEVER said - " Suzanne huffed as her puce raced excitedly over
thus break speed public humiliation exploding before her, as
Suzanne now felt April's hand working it's way across her knee
and over her thigh, edging up her skirt.
Monica frowned at the older woman. "Miss Mrs. Green, this is now
some major serious shit. You've abused your position not only as
a member of my Gym, but with sexual harassment at your office - "
The Assistant Gym manager scowled as Suzanne could resist now
longer, letting April's finger trail as deep as April could
disappear into her boss's skirt, which Suzanne desperately tried
to edge up higher without being noticed, as she pleaded:
"Oh For god's sake...This girl's practically twice as healthy as
me! I'm an old lady by comparison! Against her will???
Puullllease - "Suzanne pleaded, close to tears, both from pure
panic and sexual frustration at April's teasing.
Monica raised her finger for Suzanne's silence, as Suzanne
stealthily paused, feeling fingers playing across her panties.
Her secretary's fingers, as April tearfully confessed:
"No, it's okay. She's just a sad old woman who can't control
herself. It's just a sad little game we play...She likes it
rough..." April sobbed, her lies bringing a furious blushing to
my betrayed cheeks.
"Ohhh Jesus - This is insane!!! It's all lies...." Suzanne broke
out, losing all patience as she found her hands wandering all
over herself, pretending to fidget with her skirtapprehensively.
"So let me get this straight - Suzanne, are you claiming you
never threatened to fire April, and what you two did on this tape
is between lovers, and not sexual coercion of an underling?"
Monica asked.
"We're not lovers -- I mean I mean, oh I don't know," she sobbed
unable to get out of the logical trap of Monica's question.
The nearly raspy breathed business woman cried in tears, as she
furiously hysterically ran her hands across her tight little
business suit and tried to disguise April's deft stroking fingers
under Suzanne's dress, amazed as Monica watched it all from
behind her desk as if nothing were happening at all.
"So her riding you and...doing that 'other stuff' she did on the
tape, that doesn't make you... doesn't make you horny?" Monica
said with rapid little breaths herself, watching Suzanne Green
barely contain herself, seconds from orgasm.
"ugggh...nooo..." Suzanne grunted.
"...uh...then, like, Mrs. Green? Uh.....why are you playing with
yourself?" April smirked.
"I'm not playing with *myself* you dope.... I was playing with my
*skirt* - and....Geeezzz, and I wasn't *playing* with it, I was
just....fidgeting with it, cause your freaking me out so much!
See? She's obsessed with me!!! "Suzanne sighed in frustration at
a coy looking Monica, as April rhythmically speeded her assault
on boss's engorged and clitoris beneath her now freshly soiled
panties.
"Well, ladies. I'm not letting this drop until I can get you two
to can agree to DEFINE whatever it is you two were doing on the
Gym floor after hours last night..."Monica insisted, peering at
the two closely.
"What did it LOOK like 'Little Miss Monica'?" Suzanne spat
sarcastically, pissed she couldn't come to a climax, her
secretaries fingers keeping her tearfully close, yet not there.
"......uggghh...stupid little spat,.....I got out of hand, and
.....you're trying.....uuugghh.....blow it into a big deal. Just
let it drop, okay???" Suzanne fumed as Monica opened each woman's
personal folder from their membership application as she
announced:
"Well, I watched the tape 'Little Miss Suzie', the WHOLE tape,
and it looked to me as if one Miss April Peterson; junior
secretary for Noricom, was physically *riding* our Mrs. Suzanne
Green; one wife, mother, and senior advertising executive for
same company, around on all fours like a farm animal, squeezing
her breasts and using pornographic language to taunt and
otherwise 'simulate' her, until the secretary Miss Peterson
smeared and scooted her Boss's Mrs. Greens' crying and aroused
face along the Gym's tile floor...Is this what you'd call a
*little spat?* " Monica said, unfreezing the tape as which both
Suzanne, April and Monica now fixedly watched for a few seconds.
For several seconds all three women just breathed heavily, fallen
into the moment, all engrossed in the small back and white fuzzy
little image of a younger secretary heaping various abuses and
sexual humiliations on the older boss on the Video screen as
Suzanne managed to silently grind and fuck April's fingers while
she arched her toes into her soiled high heel she now dutifully
wore.
April's whispering voice brought them all back.
"...I'll admit, Mrs. Green did frightened me at the time, and I
know our...relationship may seem, I know it seems unhealthy to
you Monica, but please....don't judge us yet. It's still new for
us too."
"See....when I first noticed my boss waking around in the Gym,
and she first privately begged me to do these things to me....it
made me queasy and feel like a tramp.." April cried, wiping fresh
tear from her eye with her one free hand.
"But...? Tell the truth April. Your boss can't coerce you now.
You're safe sitting here with me. No older women will ever make
you ride them around the Gym again, I promise! Tell us what
you're holding back?" Monica urged her on.
"Okay, but only if Mrs. Green promises not to fire me, okay? Do
you promise Mrs. Green?" April smirked.
Suzanne grinned and the smug little girl's pinching fingers as
she nodded, the older woman's humiliated face on FIRE with rage.
"...okay....Well, my boss is just ...a charity case." April kept
on.
"And I felt sorry for her, but to tell the truth..."
"...it was kind of fun when I was riding her..." April giggled as
her fingers returned to the hem of Suzanne's dress.
"So...what are you gonna do with us?" The business woman asked
trying to hide her apprehension.
"April, I can't do anything if April persists in seeing your
relationship as some bizarre form of intimacy or....love. But I
promise to put this disgusting repulsive embarrassing matter to
bed, I not to forward it to the police if you both agree that
Suzanne *wasn't* hurting April and admit to this being some sort
of weird little 'lovers game' - then "Monica said sternly.
Suzanne embarrassedly agreed, and April casually nodded with a
smirk.
And April, your boss Suzie must agree to some after hours
personal training by me.
Suzanne also found herself obediently nodding her consent.
Suzanne was still in a fog remembering how April had ridden her
around like that, and kept repeating to herself over and over a
promise that she'd almost agree to ANYTHING, if she'd never EVER
let April do anything like this again.
"Can I go now Miss?" April chirped, and Monica nodded.
As April got up to leave, the gym manager said," I need to talk
to you for a few minutes alone Suzie."
"It's Suzanne actually." The blushing executive corrected.
"Not anymore." Laughed Monica. So did April. As April walked out
the door, Monica pulled Suzie into a hallway and show the
horrified executive some sort of bizarre 'penis gag' with reins
attached. Monica also hauled out something similar type of gag
for her bottom, also with straps. Suzanne started to lose it,
staring at the shiny bondage gear.
"Please don't, for god's sake....I have a husband, kids."
"I'd be a real shame if they saw this tape wouldn't it?" Monica
smiled as she yanked Suzie's clothes down, denuding the
humiliated professional woman's bottom half.
"Come on Suzie, open wide." Monica coaxed, as the older woman
pursed her lips, before finally giving in and accepted the
plastic penis tenuously in her nervous quivering lips.
"That' a girl." Monica smiled as she want to work on sinking the
plastic phallus into Suzie's Green's anus, as Suzie caught sight
of watched April wave her good bye from the parking lot through
the window Suzanne now realized she was standing before.
"See you tomorrow Mrs. Suzie!" April shouted and waved to her
boss as Suzie felt the Gym manager thrust the phallus deeper
inside Suzie butt, as she heard the younger Gym manager whisper
soothingly:
"..From here on out from 9-5, you're *my* wife."
_________
In the three weeks that passed Monica brought the two women into
her office, she'd eyed the tapes each night, half wincing
squeamishly and half luridly curious to see more of the sordid
display, but the two women seemed to have work the matter
through, though. Or at least keep their antics in the bedroom, or
office, as the case may be!
Monica was viewing this very tape, when two women, one tall and
blonde, the other shorter with curly hair, both in suits came
walking into her office, without knocking.
"You're the manager around her, right?" The taller women growled,
as Monica shut off the VCR quickly.
"Assistant Manager and you are?" Monica frowned.
"Detective Brooks. This is Detective Wallace. Were investigating
a company called Noricom on the upper floors. You know anything
about them?" She asked, flashing a badge.
Monica sneered at the badge, and turned to face the rude female
detective who she didn't offer a seat to, but who sat down
anyway.
"This building has many employees who 'work out' here. Some may
work at Noricom advertising, what's this about Detectives? Monica
tried.
The two female Detectives explained there were some rumors about
chemicals that were causing social disturbances at the agency. It
sounded like they knew more than they were telling, and there was
info they were probably holding back. Realizing these two pests
would have to be dealt with, Monica Price offered them coffee.
She also recognized an intimacy between the two women, suspecting
they might have been partners in more ways that one.
"Well, my mother runs the agency upstairs. Her name's Jessica
Price. Why not talk directly to her?" Monica beamed as the two
women became a little foggy from what she'd laced their coffee
with.
Well...we already did that, didn't we?" The tall woman asked the
other one, truly confused now, as an erotic fog set over her.
"I think so..." The curly haired one blinked stupidly.
Okay girls, let's get a bit more personal, okay? What's the deal
with you two? You just go a ways back friendship wise, or are you
two gals a couple of dykes?" Monica asked in a normal tone,
causing both police Detectives to flinch, but none the less
answer.
"We...used to live...together. Not anymore."
"Cynthia, shut up!" The other croaked embarrassedly.
"Wow. and you STILL work together? No spats? Impressive. "
"Sometimes...spats." The shorter woman replied, going a little
red.
"Okay, first you shortie. Give your badge to your partner, go to
the police station and do us all a HUGE favor - tell them your
too stupid a cunt to do your job anymore...QUIT, Just like that.
And you should forget everything about this investigation and
your lover here, okay? She never existed, just go pick up some
baby dyke who's out bar hopping and go lick her silly, got it?"
The other detective looked pleadingly for the shorter woman to
say, do something, tell the woman to go to hell, rebel, anything.
But the shorter detective just betrayed her friend and ex lover
of so many years with a simple reply:
"Okey dokey." The short curly haired Detective chirped through
big swelling tears as she gave her partner her badge, and walked
out of the building into a whole new life.
This was the last Detective Cynthia Brooks ever say of her former
lover and partner.
"Okay, now you - You can remember this, because your not going
anywhere. I want you to go scamper back to the station also like
a good little girl and reach thunderous orgasm by quitting your
job in the most *humiliating* way possible. Surprise me. You're
to report back here in an hour. But before you go, do me a favor
and unbutton your shirt and bra. Hurry up dummy."
Jessica Prices' daughter enjoyed herself thoroughly, amusing
herself as the mortified respected female Detective striped off
her blouse and bra, leaving her breasts exposed to the younger
woman. Detective Brooks' eyes were full of rage and hatred, did
as glared at the younger pert little Gym Manager before her whose
eyes sparkled at this domination of an officer of the law.
"Oh my, those are pretty unsightly breasts Detective Brooks.
Quite disgusting actually. Good thing you're the property of my
mother's health club now, huh? Okay, why don't you...decorate
your pouty little nipples by pinning *your* badge on the left
nipple, and your *partners* on the right... " Monica smirked,
The detective painfully, wincingly, did just that, refusing to
give the slightest sing of weakness to this woman. She may
control her body, but not her mind, the detective fumedinwardly.
"Wow...I can tell how much despise this, huh? You're totally
furious at yourself for doing as I asked. Aren't you? Wait till
Jessica sees you, my step mom Looooooves petulant little
'fighters' like you! Now back to your spiffy new 'nipple
ornaments'."
"Why not shake them around a little for a joke, okay?" Monica
chirped excitedly.
Detective brooks couldn't believe her ears, or this woman's
cruelty. The incredulous Detective wanted to scream, fight,
scratch, explode, at this indignity, and how aroused she felt
herself becoming at the suggestion, that she shake her breasts
while the pins painfully pierced and mocked her profession and
authority.
But still no tears. She wouldn't, couldn't.
The younger woman slapped her knee with gales of laughter at the
site. The earnest detective wanted to tell this bitch to fuck
herself. But instead, she found herself giddy with arousal and
pure hatred as she tried with all her might to jiggle her
'appalling breasts' for the giggling young woman she'd come to
investigate, the twine badges decorating her nipples comically
danced around, providing a mind wrenching orgasm for the
humiliated detective.
"Awwwwe...does my poor witto Detective gonna all weepy, huh?"
Monica mocked, as the detective winced, becoming aware of the
stinging, defeated tears that freely trailing her cheeks,
dripping down her breasts and across her badge and falling into
her dewy hair of her sex.
After that, Detectives Brooks and her partner disappeared
publicly once and for all.
________
Monica decided to have a little party too, to show off her latest
batch of conquests.
Kind of a cute little 'kiddie show' at Monica's house, only all
the 'kids' were angry bitter older women with itchy pussies.
April and Tyler both came over, eager to kiss up to the CEO's
daughter, as usual. Doris also came.
So the three younger women Monica, April and Tyler, formed the
only real audience, if you don't count Doris (which no one did of
course). Doris was quite pleased and busy being useful as a human
coffee table, which the three prettier women rested their high
heels on, as they watched.
This morning Monica rose from bed and planed the whole party. The
sniveling woman that Monica crawled off of when she awoke was
Detective Brooks, who had all but disappeared from her family,
friends and old life. The Detective was fashionably decked out in
mockery of her former profession, a darling little 'meter maid'
uniform, which brought smiles to everyone, and a scarlet face to
Detective Brooks.
The former Police woman now lived in Monica's house and did cute
little chores during the day while Monica managed the Gym.
Detective Brooks found doing laundry, Dishes, Scrubbing and house
chores all incredibly demeaning, but the topper was the raw pure
humiliation she felt when she'd heard herself voluntarily quit
her job at the force, and excitedly beg Monica to 'demote' her to
work as a domestic only making her shudder in sweet smoldering
arousal. Monica loved telling Tyler and April all about it...
"Someday she might even earn the right to parade around in real
clothes again." Monica giggled to April and Tyler, the two
secretaries eyes watering at the site.
They burst into twin giggles as Monica ripped open her blouse and
displayed the shiny quite realistic looking badges which Monica
has permanently soldered to the twin rings on Miss Brooks sore
and constantly over - stimulated nipples.
"Wow, they look *real*, huh?" Tyler said as she poked at one of
the badges.
"The badges or her tits?" April smirked.
"Well, it she calls 'that' a tit job, she'd better get her money
back!" Tyler giggled, Busting everyone up, as Detective Brooks
remained rooted to the spot in her stupid fucking joke of a meter
maid costume, on hdisplay before these two twisted bimbos,
mortified, and...unfortunately, completely aroused. April turned
to the Office who displayed her meager breasts so proudly,
thrusting them out for all she was worth.
"Wow, she was actually a real cop, I mean, for real?" April
grinned as Detective brooks refused to make eye contact.
"She's not a cop; she's a meter maid silly!" Tyler corrected.
"Nuh huh. Monica just dressed her that way. She was an actual
detective or something...She's really getting off on all this,
isn't she? Why's she got 'two' badges instead of just one?"
"Ask her." Monica smirked.
"Hey dummy, why are there two badges pinned to your nipples?"
"One's my lesbian lovers, the other's mine, ma'am."
"Shit, she's a dyke to boot? Wow. Do you like displaying your
self for a couple of 'dumb secretaries', huh, do you detective
dyke?"
"Her names Cynthia, right?"
"Miss Monica prefers *Defective C-Cindy* ma'am." The once proud
Police officer blurted out, and broke down in a fresh batch of
tears.
"Took me all of a day before she quit the force and asked for a
job working for me and begging me to dress her in this silly
outfit! In three days, I didn't even have to discipline her by
spankings or tweaking her 'badges'. Now she just gives up, bends
over and..." Monica gloated as she puckered her lips to symbolize
the phrase 'kissing ass ' as an end to her sentence.
Monica gave a little pinch to the deeply ashamed, much taller
older police woman. Monica next joked how her 'trophy dyke' did
have a 'marvelous tongue'. When she's told her mom, Monica beamed
with mother's approval that the Gym manager not only subduing yet
another older woman, but evading the authorities and demoting a
real life police Detective in the process, with Tyler and April
nodding their heads obediently in agreement.
Basically Detective Cynthia Brooks, or 'Detective Cindy' (as
everyone one started calling her, at her own insistence), simply
stood at attention in her silly little uniform, impossibly high
skirt, Black silk tights, five inch high heels, and for this
special occasion,
..Her police Issued Revolver decoratively duck taped and stuffed
tightly up her pussy.
The outfit (minus her badges and revolver) was obviously not a
'real' meter maids uniform, but more of a novelty adult costume,
used as a joke. Only 'Detective Cindy' took it VERY seriously,
since her bottom would be tanned bright red if she didn't wear it
proudly for the nice pretty Noricom secretaries she now stood at
attention for.
But at this particular Party, Cindy Brooks wasn't the only piece
of amusement.
Two other once distinguished professional women stood on display
in Monica's living room.
They both were feverishly competing, as they used to at Noricom
when they were executives. Only now it was a somewhat different
competition. It was basically a song vs. dance contest between,
Tyler's special guest...Miss. Bernice Vallens.
The forty something Personnel Manager and Junior executive. While
Bernice didn't have many accolades or awards to her career, she
did proudly display lots of professional accomplishments and
various degrees, a Masters, Bachelors, etc, which she proudly had
brought with her at Tyler's insistence.
April special guest was non other than....Mrs. Suzanne Green,
Proud Senior PR Executive at Noricom, charter member of dozens of
feminist organizations, N.O.W. Chair Person, Vise President of
the Successful Republican Woman In Business Expo, and five times
Winner of the Society For the Advancement Of Empowered Women In
Business Award, which was a five inch high Silver Statue of a
Graduate Woman in her robe, waving proudly to the world. Mrs.
Suzanne Green had brought along ALL these degrees, plus the
statue, and her Marriage Certificate...specifically for this
party.
Now Miss 'Bunny' Vallens came in a silly looking pink playboy
bunny uniform, a slit opening where her privates peeked through,
winking to her guests as the aroused personnel Manager waddled
around the room. Other than her large collection of sexy uniforms
and cheep neon colored clothes she kept for her Web Cam shows in
her office, this plain little Bunny 'uniform' was all Tyler
allowed Miss Vallens to wear around their own home when not at
work.
Bunny was 'dancing' (wiggeling's more like it, what with her
extra 10 pounds) in her costume as she showed what she believed
her accomplishments were worth, by digging the back of her five
inch high heels and breaking the glass of her framed awards
through tears of shame, with multiple carrots shoved into her
pussy and bottom, all held in place with pretty neon pink masking
tape. The grunting, aroused Noricom executive, who now simply
answered to 'Bunny', did her best to steal attention away from
her co-worker and fellow executive Suzanne Green, by being a cute
little sex Bunny and stomping and trashing her professional
accomplishments to broken shards at her feet to a sexy little
dance.
However, Mrs. Suzie Green was catching most of the hoots and
hollers, as the angry and humiliated Noricom's executive gave a
sincere unaccompanied rendition of "I Am Woman", which would have
been downright inspirational, if it weren't for the fact
humiliated business woman was ONLY clad in her 'power' business
blazer, and otherwise....totally naked from the waste down,
except got a pair of Miss Vallens pink six inch high heels.
Most of Mrs. Suzanne Green's exposed Tummy, Butt, Thighs and
Legs, had all been written on with markers by her rival Bunny and
secretary April, all rating her various physical shortcomings,
like a side of beef, or a cow in market, which rippled as she
sang! Of course, her 'Empowered Women In Business' silver statue
was also comically shoved deep into her cunt, not to mention the
cow's bell which cheerily swung from her neck and jangled as she
sang a mockery of the 'cute little feministic song' (as the girls
called it), for the clapping, laughing secretaries, most of whom
were to young to remember, or care what the song meant.
However, Mrs. Green became so panicked watching Bunny breaking
her own framed degrees that she feared she was being up staged,
and competitive Business woman sweated bullets over the chance of
Bunny possibly winning the absurd 'contest' that she redoubled
her efforts. Mrs. Suzanne Green, voice trembling near the last
verse, excitedly lost control as she dug at her own pussy and
squatted down...*defecating* on her degrees before the three
stunned woman before her. Even Bunny stopped to watch!
Everyone in the room exploded in perverse cheers seconds later,
as Meter Maid Cindy stood at attention, catching it all on video.
Doris continued to dutifully examine the floor, wondering what
was happening, feeling the ripples of laughter from the woman's
high heels as they rested on her back.
Mrs. Bunny Vallens want back to work and gave it her all, getting
downright gymnastic with wild thrusting as she danced all over
her broken glass and crumpled paper, destroying them best she
could, even losing a couple of carrots in the process.
But in the end, Bunny wasn't nearly as entertaining as poor Mrs.
Green's hilarious passionate performance as she made a mockery of
not only herself but of all woman as she gleefully smeared her
own shit across not only her Master's Degree, but also her
Marriage License itself, which brought fresh tears to her eyes as
and made for some great home movies, as Suzanne came to a finish
with the line:
"I am strong,
"I am invincible,
"I am..."
"...cunt?" April blurted out, and everyone busted up in
hysterics,
Even Bunny, Doris and Detective Cindy Brooks laughed.
Yes, that had been quite a party, and her mother in particular
was sorry she had missed it, as she watched the video in her
office weeks later. However, there were only two employees Monica
wished had attended, but hadn't.
Jennifer Corbitt.
Monica had dropped by the Gym as she and her mother chatted.
"How's the April and Suzie situation coming?" Monica's mother
asked, bringing Monica back to the moment.
"April basically ignores her at the office and at the Gym Suzie
the milk cow's love struck and we trade turns taking her for
rides." Monica smirked.
"Milk cow? Is that the best Miss Peterson could do? Well I've
upped her dose, so she should be a bit more brutal in the future.
Leeesssseeeee, next you could try something like...." Jessica
grinned as she whispered a suggestion into her daughter's ear.
"Mother, that's PERFECT! First Bunny, now Little Suzie, your two
top female execs! What about the new one, Miss Corbitt?"
"In time. She's not as pliable as the others. She strong willed."
Jessica price smiled.
"The drug doesn't work on her?"
"Oh it works. I'd say Jennifer may even be MORE aroused at this
state then either Bunny or udder girl, but Jennifer wont succumb
unless her partner's strong enough.
"Mom, let me try -"
"NO Monica. You have your toys. Go play with your little
detective for now. Leave Jen to me. Timing is everything."
"Just one more thing dear...?"".
"Yeah mom?"
Jessica handed her daughter a card with a name on it.
"Here's the name of a certain 'someone' who you are to add to
your collection as well. She's involved with a woman who works
for us. I'll explain later, okay?"
Monica nodded and looked at the card, as Jessica waltzing away.
The name simply had an address, and a single name:
Alex .
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