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Lori will stop at nothing to get her promotion, including allowing herself to be humiliated and degraded under her boss Agatha.

Chapter I

Some women valued their careers more than others. To Lori, her career was her life. Ever since the ninth grade, she knew she wanted to be a marketing specialist. She’d had a hard time making friends, but she went through Highschool and college just fine, by keeping a small social circle of two friends who didn’t bore her with their party stories and their dreams of meeting the knight in the shining armor or wanting to become a famous model like Blah-blah-who gives a shit.

Her passion and hard work had carried her through college, out to the market, and into one of the best fashion companies in the country. She got an alright GPA, of 3.2; that was only because she couldn’t bring herself to put any real effort into any of the unrelated trivial courses—it wasn’t her fault that the educational system was stupid, and as far as she was concerned, she had more Marketing knowledge in her pinky than all of those A+ wits combined. She bet none of them made it to a company as nice as the one she was driving her car to now.

She parked her car in the company’s garage. She looked into the rear-view mirror and adjusted her long brown bang to the side, before putting her thin delicate glasses on. She didn’t really need them unless she was reading, but she liked to put them at all times; it made her look sophisticated, smart.

She got out of the car and walked in through the company’s big glass doors, swinging her 2000$-suitcase by her side and amusing herself with the click that her equally expensive black heels made against the floor. She wasn’t much of a spender, but when it came to her work clothes and accessories, she didn’t think twice about investing half of her salary in any item that would make her look sharp. At 25 of age, already promoted once only after four years in the company, she was confident that she was going to be the boss one day, and she should look the part starting now.

She took a deep breath as the elevator took her to the nineteenth floor. She straightened her poster and rose her chin slightly as the elevator parted its doors upon reaching her floor. She strode to her cubicle, making sure to walk fast so that no one would pin her down for a useless 10-minute chat. Luckily, today, she managed to do that. She sighed with relief as she reached her cubicle.

“Hey Suzan,” she said to her cubicle mate.

“Morning Lori,” Suzan turned on her wheel office chair to face Lori. “How are you?”

The cubicle included two desks with each one facing its cubicle wall.

“Good,” Lori thudded her suitcase on her desk. “Did you finish the spring collection slides?”

“For heaven’s sake bitch I just woke up…” Suzan whined.

“So. You were supposed to be done with them yesterday.”

“Well yeah but…I had a dozen of episodes of AOT to binge, so I made a judgment call.” She smiled, trying to be funny.

Lori didn’t find it funny. “…Suzan, you were supposed to finish them,” she said, trying to sound firm, but not mean.

“Just relax…only some final touches are left, it’ll take half an hour, I’ll do it right now…after my coffee.” She shook her coffee cup beside her face with a girly smile then took a sip, before she offered Lori hers.

“Thanks.” Lori frowned jokingly as she took it, then turned back to her desk and turned on the computer. She shouldn’t give her a hard time. Suzan was her only friend here. She wasn’t that different from the rest of the girls, but she was different enough. Like most of them, she didn’t work as half as hard as Lori, and she liked to run her mouth for a little bit too long every now and then, but she understood her limits. Lori liked to think that Suzan admired her work ethic and she appreciated her for that. She knew that she was the only woman in here that was genuine when being nice to her, as she’d been so from day one, and hadn’t changed since.

The first couple of months Lori had spent at this company, with her personality cold, and with no tolerance to hear anything unrelated to work, she wasn’t surprised that people found her a bit repulsive to be around. And she didn’t care. She wasn’t there to make friends she was there to work, and whether the rest of the girls admitted it or not, they were all in a competition.

She was surprised, however, when the girls started acting nice to her, even though her general dismissive attitude hadn’t changed. They just…started making visits to her cubicle and starting conversations, and only left when she intently showed on her face that she’d like them to piss off so she could go back to work. She just dismissed them and they left with a smile on their face. All of that was a huge difference from how they usually treated her; they usually ignored her, which had been understandable, given that she’d made it very clear that she had no interest to know any of them; people tended to not like that very much.

Her confusion hadn’t lasted that long, as she realized that the change had occurred at the same time that she had gotten her first promotion. She had only been there for four years and had already been promoted, rising above some of the girls who’d been there a decade or more. It had become evidently clear to her, that they had realized, that it wouldn’t take that much time until she was the boss. They just chose to practice their ass-kissing skills while Lori was still their level.

She got to work, and so did Suzan after she finished her precious coffee. They spent some time working in silence, or at least the kind of silence that one would get working among a hundred cubicles. If there was one thing Lori was excited about when getting her next promotion, it would be the new office she’d have with it. She’d be out of this dame beehive. At her office, she’d enjoy true silence.

She was focused on her computer when her head abruptly snapped to the cubicle’s opening upon hearing an aggressive knock. A grimace showed on her face for a second before she hid it, as her eyes landed on Miss Santana standing two feet away from her desk the way she always stood: like she had a broom shoved up her ass.

“How’s the presentation going girls,” Miss Santana said, in her usual confident, enthusiastic tone, that never failed to make Lori feel sick in the stomach.

“Great boss.” Suzan turned on her seat then rose to her feet eagerly, making Lori grimace inside. “Just putting the final touches.”

“Good girl, excellent,” Miss Santana’s eyes darted between Suzan and Lori, as Lori stayed on her chair like a self-respecting woman should, and crossed her stockinged legs.

“You look great today by the way,” Suzan said with a sly smile.

“Oh stoooop,” Agatha threw a slap in the air as she faked shyness. She stood there in her white knee skirt and her Paige suit and white shirt blending smoothly with her pale white skin and blue eyes. She did look great, with her long red hair falling on her shoulders. She was in her mid-thirties, but she looked at least 10 years younger.

“No you really do, doesn’t she Lori,” Suzan said and looked at Lori, inviting her to join her ass-kissing session with their perfect boss.

Agatha looked at Lori with her faint smile and cold eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah…you look good…I guess,” Lori said, relying on her tone alone to show her slight sarcasm.

Suzan got a disappointed look on her face before she looked at the ground, and Agatha, not really that surprised, widened her smile before she said calmly, “Thanks, dear.”

“Project will be ready any minute boss.” Suzan gave a joking awkward bow.

“Well…make sure it’s on time this time,” Agatha said, her tone losing some of its friendliness. “And I’m speaking to you Lori.”

FUCK you. She never missed a deadline. Not damn once. Well…once, but it was her first month. It was years later and Agatha was still holding that damn little fuck-up over her. She sucked up a breath as she saw Agatha look at her with a smirk and an amused pair of eyes, that knew they were tormenting you. “You got it,” she said with difficulty.

“Good girl,” she turned with an amused nod. “Continue on, chop-chop.” She clapped her hands animatedly as she strode away.

Suzan gave her a sympathetic look, sensing Lori’s discomfort, knowing the swears she was harboring in her mouth.

Lori peered her head out of her cubicle, waiting for the tall Amazonian tree to get far enough. When she was sure that Agatha was far enough, she lunged forward towards Suzan and whispered, “Fuck that bitch.”

“Come on…” Suzan huffed. “You’re un-helpable you know that.”

“I never missed a deadline…fucking never.”

“Well…” she tilted her head.

“Other than that fucking once for goodness sake,” she shouted.

“Keep it down,” Britany yelled from the adjacent cubicle.

“Sorry,” Lori yelled back then leaned on her elbows getting closer to Suzan. “And baby…do me a favor, don’t include me in your ass-eating session next time will you.”

Baffled, Suzan recoiled back. “Bitch I did that for you. Promotions are around the corner and you need to get on good terms with her before then.”

“I don’t need to do anything…” Lori puffed. “I’m the best working girl on this floor. She has to promote me with her foot over her neck or I’ll go straight down to Mrs. Barlow.” She bragged, reminding Suzan of her winning ace.

Suzan frowned and shook her head, giving up. “Have it your way…but you’re relying too much on that HR crap honey.”

“So what…I’m the only obvious choice and she knows it. She’s only giving me a hard time because she has to promote me soon.” I said getting back to my desk. “You can see it in her eyes how salty she’s about it.”

The only negative thing Lori found about rising up in the ranks, was having to work closer to the nastiest woman in the company.

Agatha Santana wasn’t a bad person, per se. She didn’t have the qualities that one would usually find in a bad boss. She didn’t impose on her employees, and she didn’t try to tell anyone how to do their job, and she wasn’t strict about dress codes or vacations or being late; she was a cool boss. That was why most girls liked her. But it was how she carried herself that rubbed Lori the wrong way.

Whenever she entered a room, although she’d walk and talk all cheerfully and in an uplifting manner and tone, Lori could always spot a harbored sense of…superiority in her every move. She walked like she owned the damn place, striding quickly like nothing was standing in her way with her chin up and her head held high.

It was true, that Mrs. Yanami walked like that too, but Mrs. Yanami could walk whatever way she fucking wanted cause her name was printed on the company’s gates, she did own Yanami’s Company. Agatha, at the end of the day, was just another employee, no matter how high she had reached on the corporate ladder, and she acted like wasn’t. All the girls noticed that about her, but for some reason, Lori was the only one that found it obnoxious. She saw the snobby, ugly personality Agatha was hiding behind her friendly face and tone and gestures.

Like, when she’d ask someone for a favor, she wouldn’t ask, she’d order, but in a friendly, over-enthusiastic tone, like she was talking to a toddler. “Hailey, be a dear and bring me a coffee.” And when Hailey would return. “Good girl,” or, “Tiffany, I’m running against the clock here, pick up my dress from dry-cleaning downstairs. I need it for the interview today so make it quick honey.”

When she had made her first friendly request to Lori, and asked her if she could fetch her a cup of coffee, Lori didn’t refuse, given that the bitch had coated it in a kind tone that would make it so rude to refuse. So she told her “Sure,” with an equally friendly smile and tone, then she walked back to her cubicle and ignored the request. That was maybe the turning point of their relationship, cause when Lori saw Agatha walk towards the coffee machine minutes later to fetch her own god dame cup of coffee, she spotted that resentment in her sharp eyes that she’d usually hide. She’d felt that since that brief exchange, Agatha had put her on her list.

“DONE,” Suzan whooped throwing her arms in the air.

Lori recoiled from Suzan’s sudden girly shout and regained her grip over her coffee cup after it spilled some on the floor. “Fuck’s sake Suzan.”

“What…I’m done.” Suzan turned on her chair animatedly. “Presentation is officially ready. Be happy you ungrateful twat.”

“Well show it to Miss Santana…” Lori glared at the mess of coffee on the floor. “And bring a mop with you…”

“Hey…” Suzan rose to her feet and adjusted her blazer and snatched her notes. “Leave that bossing around shit till you’re actually my boss.”

“Yeah yeah…” She waved her hand. “Just tell me what she says.”

Suzan got out of the cubicle, leaving Lori to her work. Lori stared at her computer screen for a bit, fretting about what the bitch would say about her work. Ever since a fight she and Agatha had a couple of months ago, she’d made Suzan do all the communication between them. She wasn’t that happy about that, given that she always did most of the work, but she doubted that Suzan would take any unearned credit for herself; she wasn’t a cunt, and she didn’t care that much about the job to turn into one. Lori sighed and took a random glance at the cubicle’s opening, only to find Suzan standing there with a thoughtful look on her face. “What?”

“I was thinking,” Suzan said wiggling the notes in her hand. “…why don’t you do it.”

“Do what—no.” Lori shook her head. “Now go show it to her before she gives me shit about being late or something.”

“I’m serious,” Suzan whined, persisting. “There’s still some bad blood between you from your last fight, just go in there and show her the work and clear the air.”

“Honey she hates me,” Lori said aggressively. “And I know I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Up until now ignoring her has worked just fine for me. If I walk in there and she starts giving me trivial shit about this or that I’ll go ballistic on her and our relationship would be worse.”

“No you wouldn’t, cause you’re smarter than that. So just go in there and suck it up…and it wouldn’t hurt if you…” she shuffled her flats, seeming hesitant about continuing. “…Apologized for—”

“Apologize! Why what the fuck do I have to apologize,” Lori hissed making sure to keep her voice down. “She was in the wrong.”

“Fine…” Suzan held her hands up in defense, trying to calm Lori down. “Don’t apologize, just brief her on the presentation…with a polite smile on your face…and get out.”

Lori’s eyes darted between Suzan’s hopeful face and the notes in her hands. Her friend was right. If they were going to work even closer together soon, it would be best if there wasn’t so much bad blood between them. Especially that Agatha could still make her life hard, even after the promotion.

Her face must’ve betrayed her acceptance cause she saw Suzan’s face gradually light up in stupid victory. “Give me those notes,” she snarled as she stormed up from her seat and snatched the notebook from Suzan’s hand.

“Outta girl,” Suzan gave her a light slap on her butt cheek as she walked away. “Go kiss that ass.” She teased.

She rose her middle finger at Suzan without looking back as she continued walking to Agatha’s office. On her way there, her mind reluctantly recalled their childish fight.

Mrs. Yanami had been planning to come down to get a briefing on their new marketing strategy, and all the girls had been hunkered in the meeting room getting prepared. In the middle of their preparations, they found out that there were some documents messing, important documents. Agatha, staying true to her state whenever Mrs. Yanami was supposed to visit their floor, had already been a nervous wreck, but when she found out about the missing documents, she exploded, and for some reason—probably because of the coffee fetching incident—chose to aim all her anger at Lori. She blamed her for everything, called her stupid and incompetent, and said that she didn’t deserve to work in the company. Lori of course took all of it to heart, and unlike the other girls who’d usually just shut up and take it, she exploded in return.

She was never as nervous as when she stood in Mrs. Barlow’s office hours later and told her side of the story. Part of her nervousness, other than that Agatha was her superior, was that Mrs. Barlow was Agatha’s sister. And they were obviously really close. She saw them get to and leave from work together, or sit in each other’s offices drinking coffee and chatting. So it was an understatement to say that she felt like a piano was lifted from her shoulders when Mrs. Barlow ruled in her favor. Agatha didn’t seem salty at that, or at least she didn’t show it.

That incident made Lori feel like she had somewhat of an ally in the company, a good, professional ally. Mr. Barlow and Agatha were sisters and still, she ruled in Lori’s favor, and even urged Agatha to apologize, which of course Agatha shrugged off with a snicker. That allowed Lori to feel safe in standing up to the stuck-up bitch and not let her walk all over her.

Upon reaching Agatha’s office now, she paused at the door. She sucked in a deep breath, as she tidied up her long brown hair and adjusted her dark blazer. She took a couple of calming breaths then knocked on the door.

After a second, a lively response came. “Come in.”

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That fucking tone. Lori pushed the door open and entered. “Miss Santana…” she looked at the woman sitting behind her desk.

Her eyes hadn’t left her computer screen yet. And when they did, her face fell into an indifferent frown at seeing Lori at her door. “Oh, you. What do you want?”

I don’t see you speaking in this rude tone in public you witch—Lori cleared her throat then said with a polite smile. “We sent you the presentation, I just want to know what you think of it.” She stood respectfully with her hands behind her back.

Agatha’s eyebrow rose in confusion and reclined in her chair, as her gaze stayed cold as ice. “Suzan usually briefs me, why the sudden need to be courteous.”

“…Emm…” she pushed her heel against the door closing it as she thought of an answer. “…I’m just interested to know what you think Miss.” Part of that was true. An extra cost to cutting the relationship with the woman in front of her, other than making an enemy of her superior, was being unable to make use of her expertise. Agatha had been in the company for almost 15 years, and according to everybody, she’d been one of the main reasons for the company’s current success. But still, Lori could do without benefiting from some extra knowledge if that meant she didn’t have to tolerate her boss’s pretentious attitude.

“Yeah…” She nodded slowly like she didn’t get an answer to her question, and pushed her red hair behind her ear. “But why not send Suzan…like usual.”

“Umm—I don’t…I gu—”

“Ummmm—ahhh—oooh.” She mocked aggressively. “At least Suzan didn’t babble like an idiot…come in sit down make yourself comfortable.” She carelessly waved her hands at the chairs in front of her desk.

Idiot. Resisting the urge to run towards Agatha and karate-kick her out of the big window behind her desk, Lori relaxed her muscles and made her way to the chair. She sat down and laid her notebook in her lap, looking at Agatha as she clicked around her computer. “Okay…” Agatha sighed as she arrived at the folder. “Let’s see what you girls did here.”

Lori grew confused as she watched Agatha recline in her chair, casually left her legs up, and rest her feet at her desk. Consequently, Lori was forced to stare into the dirty soles of Agatha’s black pumps if she wanted to look her way.

Cunt…as simple as that…cunt. Resting her feet on her office wasn’t that disrespectful, but she put them right in Lori’s face, and knowing her better by now, Lori knew that it was no oversight.

“I like what you’ve done with the colors…who’s call was that?” Agatha shook her foot as she examined the slide.

“Mine…” Lori said as she tried to keep her composure, and aimed her look to the side, ignoring the shoes in her face.

“Oh…That’s surprising,” she chuckled, her ridicule clear.

“…” she couldn’t help the aggressiveness in her tone. “Why’s that surprising?”

“Glad to have an assignment of yours on time for once.” She ignored her question and delivered another insult. “I only feel bad about Suzan, she’s the one who has to drag your ass around.”

An irritated snicker escaped Lori’s mouth, as she took her frustration on the notebook in her hand, clutching it. Lori wanted to tell her that she herself was the one doing most of the work, that she was talking bullshit, but she was sure that Agatha already knew all of that. Just because she didn’t suck up to her like the rest of the girls, she was giving her shit now. But she held her tongue; she was here to make peace, not further escalate their cold war.

“I suppose you chose the fonts as well,” Agatha said.

“Yeah…they’re good right.”

“No their hideous,” She said coldly, making Lori boil. “Truly hideous.”

“Well…” Lori bit her tongue. “I think they’re good, they go well with the mode and the colors. That’s just my opinion.”

“Out there you have an opinion,” Agatha said with a sharp tone. “In here you shut your mouth and do as I tell you…change them.”

Shut my mouth! Lori took a breath as she returned her eyes to Agatha, only to find the soles of her shoes to greet her. Her temperature slowly rose, making her tight white face turn red. She said with a cold tone, “Can you put your shoes down please?”

She switched her legs, resting one ankle on top of another. “No.”

“It’s disrespectful.”

“That’s the thing…” Agatha chuckled. “I’ve reached a point in my life where I can disrespect a brat I don’t like. You…didn’t. So you’ll sit there and take it.” She peered her head to the side, only to give Lori a grin with amused eyes before her head despaired back behind her heels.

I’ll take you and throw you off the fucking window you arrogant bit—Lori laughed nervously as she realized she was going to explode, and that wouldn’t be wise, so she got her feet. “I’ll be in my cubicle if you have any questions. Here…” she threw the notebook in Agatha’s lap and smiled at the cold displeased look she gave her as a result.

She had almost reached the door when Agatha said, “Lori…”

She turned, making sure to keep a straight face. “Humm?”

Agatha’s eyes gave her a quick scan, before settling on her face again. “How much is that blazer?” her tone was curious.

“…What?”

“The blazer…it looks nice.”

“…A couple of thousands…” She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

Agatha nodded with an arrogant smile on her face like she was looking at a naïve kid or something. “Nothing, it’s nice…the whole outfit actually, makes you look…serious, or whatever.”

“…Yeah…thanks.” She faked a smile before pulling the doorknob and leaving. Bitch.

She stored back to her cubicle resisting the urge to stomp her heels on the ground.

when she arrived, Suzan turned her chair to face her. “How did it go.”

“CUNT.” Lori hissed as she slammed her butt on her chair and moved her mouse aggressively.

“…” Suzan turned back to her desk in silence with widened eyes. “Cool.”

Lori was laying on the couch in her living room, still in her work clothes.

“I mean…” she bit her sushi with a bit too much force. “I don’t know what her problem is…” she mumbled around her food.

“Don’t let her get under your skin honey,” Bill said while he applied some more pressure on her foot. “She’s probably just giving you shit because she has to promote you soon.”

“Duh,” she said, accidentally spitting out some rice. “But the thing is I’ll still work under her after I’m promoted. I’m under this woman forever, I’ll never outrank her or something, is she gonna keep giving me shit forever…other foot please.” She smiled politely.

He grabbed her other foot and started rubbing, making her moan with relief as he eased out 10 hours of built tension from her sole.

The nightly foot rubs were the prime reason Lori headed home every day with an excited smile. Even though Agatha made it clear that she didn’t care about the dress code, Lori was one of the few in the office that kept wearing heels, while other girls just wore comfortable shoes like sneakers and sandals. And while the six-inch heels did hurt, and made walking a lot more difficult, Lori would’ve picked a seven-inch if she could walk in them, given that her height of 4 foot 10 inches had always been her biggest insecurity. So a sore foot at the end of the day was a small price to pay if it meant that she didn’t have to look up when talking to another woman.

“You can try acting nice to her…”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I tried that today, she put her shoes in my face and gave me shit about the presentation that I had been working on for weeks.”

“Well she probably has some harbored resentment she needs to throw your way first, you should’ve sucked it up—”

“Fuck you.” She nudged his stomach with her toe.

“What…didn’t you tell me she’s sisters with that HR woman, and a friend of the CEO, Mrs. Yanana or something—”

“Mrs. Yanami, the owner and CEO” she said. “And no, they’re not friends, I mean their relationship is good as far as I know, but I don’t think they’re friends.”

“Whatever, if the job is that important to you, you’ll need to be a bit more careful around her. From what you’ve told me, she can easily ruin your career.”

“No she can’t,” Lori huffed. “Worst case scenario…she’ll force me to leave the company somehow, or outright fire me.”

“And you’ll live with that?” he asked her with a teasing smile. He knew her better.

“No I’ll probably kill myself if that happened,” she said, exaggerating a little, but not that much. “But I’ll get over it.”

As she’d anticipated, Bill didn’t seem thrilled with her answer. Ever since they’d gotten together, he’d made it clear that he wasn’t a fan of her working. Not that he was against the idea generally, but he was probably afraid that she wouldn’t be able to find a balance between her life and her work, and he was right as rain about that. Most of her time was either spent at work, or at home working, and given that his salary would be enough for both of them, it looked like Lori had chosen their life to be this way. But after a dozen of fights about it, he caved. But she should probably shut up about work now, this was supposed to be their time.

“Anyway,” she sighed. “What’s up with you.”

He put on a fake smile as he looked at her, then said, “Well, Josh’s still mad about me fo…” his voice turned to mumbles in her ears. As he went on and on about his fight with Josh, all Lori could think about was the market research she was supposed to do in a couple of days. It wasn’t due until a week or so, but if she started on it now, she could probably finish it way earlier. She tried to imagine the look on Agatha’s face when she’d hand her the report a week sooner. Maybe the only positive thing she could say about Agatha, was that—even though she had a weird way of showing it—she was a professional woman. She cared about the company. She’d never keep Lori in her place, consequently promoting someone less competent, and thus damaging the company’s sales, just out of her childish spite and pride. All she could do was nitpick and give Lori shit at every turn. And even if that wasn’t the case, Lori could always go to Mrs. Yanami as a last resort. She wouldn’t be happy if she found out that Agatha was hurting a hardworking employee just because.

“You even listening…” Bill pinched her toe.

She shook her head as she looked at his suspecting gaze. “…No.” She smiled awkwardly with guilt. “I’m sorry honey I’m just busy thinking about the promotion. I have some work to do actually.”

“…” he seemed like he was deciding between starting a fight or shutting up. He smiled warmly then nodded. “I’ll leave you to it then. I’m going to bed.”

“Thanksthanksthank.” She clasped her palms in gratitude. He gave her a kiss on the mouth then started walking to the bedroom. “Can you bring me my laptop…it’s right there on the table,” she said as she shuffled on the couch and got comfortable. Without a word, he snatched the laptop, then walked to her with a smile then threw it in her lap, a little bit too harshly. “Thanks,” she frowned at him as he walked away.

“Knock it out…” Suzan elbowed her in the arm.

She looked at Suzan’s scoring face, then stopped biting her thumbnail and rested her shivering hands on her lap adjusting her skirt. They, along with fifteen other girls, were sitting around the long wooden meeting table. Most girls chatted in little groups, but Lori stayed silent, eyeing the clock on the wall. She took a deep breath every now and then, taking a glance through the giant windows in front of her. She gazed at the high-rise glass buildings as they reflected the sunshine. It was a sunny day, but she felt gloomy, and she’d keep feeling like that until she’d hear her name out of Agatha’s mouth. She looked at the clock again: 10:30.

All girls kindly be in the meeting room at 10:20 sharp. There’s an important announcement . 10:20 Sharp, speaking to you Lori. That was Agatha’s email.

Lori shifted in her seat, feeling a mixture of irritation and worry. 10:20 sharp…and yet you’re late by ten minutes…Her eyes met Suzan’s that were staring at her with a frown. “Relax will you.”

She took a deep breath before she whispered. “No all I’m saying if she’s gonna say sharp she shouldn’t be—”

“Girls…” Agatha greeted loudly with a ringing tone as her tall figure strode into the room. “Morning.”

“Good morning boss.” The girls greeted in unison as they rose to their feet, including nervous Lori. She watched Agatha walk with quick steps to the head of the table, with her red long hair dancing behind her. She looked extra glamorous today, her face was beaming with health. Lori didn’t know what was the reason behind her good mood, she just hoped it didn’t have anything to do with her.

“Have a seat…” she gestured with her hand for the girls to sit.

Lori sat down and bit her lip as her eyes stayed glued to Agatha’s lively face.

“Now…” Agatha said. “You can probably guess what that announcement is about…” she said in a teasing tone.

The girls giggled as they exchanged excited glances. Lori knew their excitement was fake. They knew it was about the promotion, and they knew that Lori would get it.

“I’ve had the responsibilities of our marketing coordinator for two months now, since Elia left this company, and I think it’s time that one of you girls have it,” she said as her eyes darted between the girls. “Now, you’re all good girls here, hardworking and focused on improving this great company, but there’s one girl in particular that I think deserves the job more than everybody.” Her blue eyes glanced at Lori for a split second then looked away. “She’s been working her ass off, with diligence and determination, and never stopped improving her skills ever since she’d stepped foot in Yanami, and I have no doubt that she’d continue to do so.”

Lori felt a burst of excitement run down her spine as she saw Agatha stand up and extend both palms in her direction. “Say hello to our new Marketing Coordinator…”

She loved Agatha at that moment, as she saw her smile at her with pride. She smiled politely as she got ready to get up to her feet.

“Suzan.” Agatha grinned.

Lori halted in her rise upon hearing the name, as her confused gaze stayed with Agatha grinning face. the whole room was silent for a second, with obvious shock.

“Gee.” Agatha frowned, looking at the girls. “Is that how you congratulate a colleague!”

The girls started clapping and cheering as they stood up from their chairs and made their way to confused Suzan. Suzan hesitantly rose to her feet as her eyes darted between Lori and the gaggle of girls around her. Lori just sat there with a pale face as she saw Suzan return the greetings awkwardly. In the middle of her panic attack, Lori’s eyes jumped to Agatha, and saw that her blue eyes were firmly planted on her. The tormenting smirk that curled up her mouth made her want to jump out of her seat and tear her pretty red hair out. As if to sense the boiling rage that was building inside Loir’s chest, Agatha winked her eye before giving her a kiss.

She managed to keep her mouth sealed, as she looked up and saw the gaggle of girls around Suzan. She was the only one still sitting like an idiot, so she got up and stood in front of her friend. “Congratulations.” She said in a weak choked-up voice.

Suzan’s guilt and empathy showed on her face as she nodded weakly, then said, “Thanks.”

The girls parted as Agatha walked into their group and put her hand over Suzan’s shoulder. She was a tall woman, and the heels she wore only highlighted the fact.

“Wow boss…” she said nervously as she looked up. “I’m…speechless.”

“Oh honey you deserve it,” Agatha patted her cheek lightly. “Besides…” she directed her teasing gaze towards Lori. “You deserve a reward for surviving a year with this lazy brat…” She chuckled at Lori, acting as if she was joking.

The girls laughed, like they always did whenever Agatha said something she thought was funny. And Lori smiled despite herself, pinning her hands at her side. But her disdain must’ve shown on her face, cause Agatha pouted as she teased. “Oh don’t look so gloomy now…she’s your friend don’t be so jealous.”

With her head about to explode, Lori could only glare while Agatha leaned towards her and pinched her cheek harshly.

“Some girls understand that they should work hard to rise up in this company.” Only a hint of her cruelty showed through her amused smile, as she gave Lori a light, playful slap across her red cheeks. “Something you ought to learn.”

Her hand instinctively shot out and brushed Agatha’s hand off, making the group fall into awkward silence.

Agatha nodded with satisfaction on her face, as if she’d proved a point, before she took a deep breath and looked around the girls. “Well. A celebration is in order, so I’ll leave you girls to do that… there’s wine and food in the break room.”

“Why don’t you join us boss,” a girl said.

“Oh your nice…but I’m afraid I have some work to do. Suzan, swing by my office when you’re ready, I’d love to show you your new workspace. Oh and by the way you all get the day off…” she said and smiled at the girls as they cheered her. She gave Suzan a kiss on the cheek, telling her to enjoy her big day, before she strode to the door, making sure to bump her shoulder harshly into Lori’s who was caught off guard and so tripped over her high heels and tumbled to the ground with a yelp.

“Clumsy Lori,” Agatha snickered as she strode out of the room, giving her one last tormenting smirk.

Lori rubbed her sore knee and shoulder as she watched Agatha walk away with fuming eyes that reluctantly started tearing. She’d never felt that much hate towards someone before. She felt it boiling inside her.

“Hey…”

She looked up, then swallowed her sadness before she took Suzan’s offered hand and pulled herself up.

“You can at least try and look happy for your friend,” Britany taunted. “Gee what a jealous bitch.”

“Britany!” Suzan hissed.

“What…” Britany smiled. “I’m only teasing.”

“Well knock it off…” Suzan said.

Britany nodded inocently then wrapped her arm around Suzan’s shoulders. “Congrats love, you deserve it.” She gave her a kiss on the mouth.

Lori only gave the blonde girl a weak glare in response to her gloating. She was wondering about how long it would be before the girls’ attitude shifts again; not that long it seemed. Pure joy showed in Britany’s taunting smile, which was only one of the many girls who hated her. She could already see it on their faces. They were going to taunt her for every second they’d spent sucking up to her.

“You could probably use a drink,” Suzan rubbed her shoulder and urged her to walk beside her.

“Hey easy with the touching,” Britany protested and tugged at her girlfriend’s hair, getting jealous like always.

“Take it easy,” Suzan nudged her away. “My intentions are pure.”

The girls hang out in the giant break room. They drank wine and ate the snacks and deserts filling the big table in the middle. Some of them formed small groups and danced to a cringy rap song. They weren’t really that close to Suzan, but girls here liked to party for any reason; having fun didn’t need a reason. Lori sat in one of the chairs in the corner, sipping her red wine, grimacing every time the stinging liquid touched her mouth; she didn’t drink that much usually, not at all really, but she could sure use one now.

While she kept a fake wide smile on her face and watched Suzan chat politely with the girls, returning congratulations and compliments and laughing awkwardly at some stupid jokes, all Lori could see was Agatha’s face staring at her, with that damn grin showing her teeth. She pushed her sliding glasses up the bridge of her nose.

All the overtime, all the all-nighters, all her fights with Bill, half a fucking decade of her working her ass off, had been taken from her and put in the trash. She enjoyed it, sure, but most of her enjoyment came from imagining the day when she’d grasp the rewards of her efforts. Today was supposed to be that day, and here she was, with nothing to show for her discipline and hard work. Instead, it was Suzan, polite, incompetent, ass-eating Suzan who would get the rewards. She was still her friend, but god she hated her right about now. It wasn’t her fault; who in his right mind would say no to a promotion. She shook her head. She shouldn’t lose focus. The right aim of her wrath and contempt should be towards the unprofessional cunt sitting in her office.

“Gee…” Suzan sighed as she sat on the chair beside her, accompanied by Britany. “I’m beat.”

“Lori…” Britany said.

“Yeah…” Lori looked up.

“Wine on skirt.”

“Wha—” she looked down to see a big stain of red on her black skirt. “Shit…fuck.” She put the glass on the ground and slammed her hands on her thighs.

“Chill…” Britany recoiled with a surprised giggle. “Washing machines are all the buzz lately.”

Shut up.

Suzan handed her a napkin before she said empathically, “It’s expensive.”

“How expensive,” Britany narrowed her eyes, as always shoving her nose where it didn’t belong.

“None of your business,” Lori whined as she dried off the stain.

Britany looked at Suzan with wide confused eyes, as if to ask what did I say, and Suzan returned a comforting look. “Fine I’ll shut up.” She said as she took a seat beside Suzan and started scrolling down her phone with a cold frown.

“You feeling better,” Suzan said.

“I’m sorry I’m acting like this on your big day.”

“Bitch please…” Suzan said. “We all know it should’ve been you.”

Britany puffed, but stayed silent once Suzan elbowed her.

“But you can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Suzan mumbled.

“I’m sorry I thought her a grown-up,” Lori sniffled. “She’s so spiteful…”

Suzan nodded silently as she rubbed Lori’s back.

“It’s so unfair—”

“Bitch get over yourself,” Britany said aggressively, making both girls look at her, Suzan with a knowing frown and Lori with confusion. “All the girls get along with her just fine.”

“Cause she likes her ass kissed and you girls are experts at that.”

“Yeah, she’s not perfect…” Britany said like she was explaining the obvious. “She has a good side and a bad side. We keep our distance from her and we act nice and polite when she’s around, but you, with your obnoxious pride managed to get on her bad side, and ours. This might be news to you but Miss Santana is not your only hater here.”

“I know…cause you’re—”

“Cause you’re repulsive to be around.” Britany cut her off uttering every word. “You look down your nose at everybody. At least Agatha’s the boss, so it’s a bit expected of her, but you were acting like an entitled bitch since your first day here…I need to piss.” She pointed her finger at Lori, as if to say that she wasn’t finished then hurdled away.

Lori frowned at her as she left, determined not to pay any thought to what she’d just said.

A couple of minutes passed in silence, as Suzan stayed by her side as she regained her composer. “Look,” Suzan sighed. “I’m not about to question her about giving me a promotion…” she said, making Lori look at her with confusion. “I mean that’s almost double my salary…but, I won’t blame you if you go to her and asked her to reconsider. Who knows maybe she’ll give you a raise instead, or maybe there’s another position she can give you.”

It was the late afternoon, and all the girls had left, except for Lori. She stood at the end of the hall, glaring at Agatha’s office door. She could see the light poking out from under it, and she knew Agatha was still there; she always stayed late. She took her mini-mirror out and tidied up her hair and fixed her makeup. There was no way in hell the bitch would get to see that she was sobbing; she didn’t want to give her that pleasure.

She thought about what she’d say. She should go in there and leave her pride at the door, but she should put a limit to how bad she’d allow Agatha to treat her, how much she’d let her get away with. She adjusted her skirt and blazer and walked to the door, deciding on her opening line.

She walked into the abandoned assistant office. Then stood at Agatha’s office door.

She knocked.

“Come in,” a cold reply came. She probably knew it was only her and Lori here, as no one stayed this late except for them.

She opened the door and walked in. It was night, and the only light came from the two tripod lamps in the corners, emitting warm orange light on the big office’s walls. Agatha sat in her chair, with her feet propped on her desk. She had a cigarette in one hand, and a glass of some beverage in the other; judging by the color, it was likely bourbon.

Something about the sight made Lori shiver. She suddenly felt anxious about the fact that she was alone here with this woman. She grew nervous as she saw Agatha resting there, not working, not really doing anything, but sitting in the silence of her office with nothing but a cigarette and a drink.

“Miss Santana…” Lori said.

Agatha’s response was moving her cigarette to her mouth and taking a drag, then puffing slowly, as her blue eyes stared at Lori coldly.

“I just…” Lori took a breath. “I wanted to apologize for…” she forced herself to lie. “My rude behavior, at our last meeting.”

“Yeah?” Agatha said.

“…You were obviously under a lot of pressure, and I didn’t…act considerably. So I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” She looked towards the ground with fake guilt.

Agatha nodded, with no emotion showing on her face. Lori took the liberty to approach and sit down at the chair in front of her. She put a remorseful look on her face and leaned forward a bit with slouched shoulders, attempting to betray some weakness. “I hope we can…put it behind us.”

A hint of a smile showed on Agatha’s face, but it despaired quickly. “…Behind us it is,” she said. “Anything else?”

“About the promotion—”

“You didn’t deserve it.”

“…” She snickered nervously before she continued. “No, I clearly didn’t…so I was wondering, if…you would have something else for me in the company, other than my current position, any step up here would mean the world to me.” She said with a choked throat. It wasn’t right, that she had to practically beg for what she’d already earned. “Giving all the hard work I’d put—”

“You think you deserve something,” Agatha slurred, as she was obviously a bit drunk. “You think I owe you something.”

“…No…but if you could give me any kind of…validation for my hard work, I’d be more than grateful.”

“Validation…?” Agatha narrowed her eyes for a second before her drunken face lit up, like she’d got a brilliant idea. She held her cigarette in her mouth and tightened her hand into a fist and rose it in the air. “ ‘Outstanding performance’ ‘good job’ ‘You go girl’” she cheered with a smile on her face, making Lori frown. “Here’s your validation…” she chuckled between coughs.

Lori tried to control her temper as she watched her take another drag from her cigarette and look at her with a cold but taunting face. “This is my career here, please don’t treat it as a joke.”

“Duly noted …” She nodded. “Now get the fuck out of my office.”

“…” Lori darted her eyes in lose around the cruel pair of eyes. “Can you at least assure me that… you’ll keep me in mind for the next promotion…if I work hard enough for it.”

“I assure you that you’ll stay at your current position as long as I’m sitting in this chair.”

Lori recoiled back at the hateful comment. She felt assaulted by how much hate the woman had put into her tone and on her face. “…Why? What did I ever do to you?” she whined feeling herself get emotional.

“Nothing, I just loathe you…do I need a reason for that?”

“If you’re gonna fuck up my life over it you do.”

“Well.” She shrugged. “I guess you better give me your resignation now, there’s no future here for you honey.”

She stayed frozen in her chair, out of things to say. She’d never imagined she’d face something like this in her life. This wasn’t right. Climbing up the corporate ladder was simpler in her eyes; You work hard, you take some crap from an angry boss every now and then, you suck it up and you move on. What the hell was she supposed to do when facing a woman like this. This was the best company in the city, one of the best in the country. When one would arrive here, they could rest assured that their career was moving in the right direction; resigning would be a step—no, a leap, a huge jump backward that she could never recover from. She was humbling herself in front of that woman, and all the woman could give her was a cold stare; she’d hit a brick wall.

“Miss Santana please…” she whined, feeling herself get emotional. “What can I do?”

Agatha took a gulp of her glass, wincing at the burning taste, with her eyes still on Lori. Her feet started rocking on the table while she looked at Lori in silence like she was thinking things over; Lori hoped she was at least. She hoped that the woman had the smallest bit of kindness, enough to give some thought before she ruins her.

She coughed a couple of times after she’d taken a drag from her cigarette, then she sighed and said in an indifferent tone, “You wanna be my assistant?”

Lori bulked. She expected to hear a lot of stuff, but not this.

Agatha had had only one assistant. The girls didn’t really know her that much, as she’d been quite busy most of the time. They just saw her hustle to and from Agatha’s office ten to twenty times a day, always bearing an anxious look on her face.

Lori had been working for only two months in the company when the girl stormed out of Agatha’s office crying. She refused to talk to anyone and continued marching through the door pushing everyone out of the way and yelling ‘I quit…I Quit.’

It had been no surprise that after that incident, when the position opened again for admissions, no one submitted a request; no one wanted to be Agatha’s assistant after the emotional storm-off the last girl had made. The admission period closed abruptly after three days; Agatha said that she found that she didn’t need an assistant after all. She had played it off as a joke, but it was obvious on her face how offended she was.

“But…” Lori mumbled. “You don’t need an assistant.”

Agatha smiled faintly. “I’ll make an exception for you.”

Lori stayed still, with a hurt, defeated look slowly taking over her face. Being an assistant to someone this high up the company wouldn’t be that bad, she’d learn a lot, and build a useful relationship; but she knew she wouldn’t get those benefits working under Agatha. She wanted her as her assistant cause she hated her, and all that Agatha would probably give her would be trivial tasks and mean remarks.

“Is…” she took a deep breath, making a last effort. “this the only position—”

“Yes.” She cut her off coldly. “I’ll think of something else as we go on, but it depends on how well you perform in the position I’m offering you.” She wiggled her foot as she looked away from Lori and laid out the terms. “If I’m happy with your performance, and you better know that you should reach a very high bar to make me happy, I’ll find you a position you’d love, maybe like the one you just lost due to your incompetence, maybe higher.” She looked at Lori and raised her eyebrows, successfully enticing her and rising her hopes up, before her face went back to cold. “But if you disappoint me, and that’s easy to do, I’ll fire you.”

Lori gulped, as the mere mention of the word made her sick. She couldn’t imagine having to leave here. Her anxiousness must’ve shown on her face, cause Agatha gave a mocking snicker before she took another gulp from her drink.

“You’ll make me fetch you coffee and documents right…” Lori said with slight contempt. “Trivial shit like that.”

“Among other things.” Agatha nodded with narrowed eyes. “But I’m offended that you think it’s trivial. I mean, my time is very valuable. Any time or effort you’d manage to save me would highly contribute to the performance of the company. If you’re gonna take this job you should take it with pride.”

She didn’t give any thought to Agatha’s last line of bullshit, and instead weighed her options quickly. She could either quit now, cause there was no way in hell she’d stay in a dead-end job, or she could accept the offer, and hope that after the hateful woman would have her fun, she’d let her continue her career in peace.

She looked at the ground then said reluctantly, making sure not to sound weak, “Fine.”

Agatha nodded, before she frowned jokingly and whined. “Aww remove that beaten dog look from your face will you. I’ll make it fun for you, you’ll see. You’ll find that being my assistant is a whole career line in by itself, with levels that your eager little ass can climb.”

“Happy to hear it.” Lori put on an ingenuine smile then rose to her feet. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Agatha stubbed her cigarette as she nodded with a bit too much movement with her neck; the alcohol had obviously gotten to her. She let her feet slide to the floor as she straightened herself. Lori headed for the door with fast steps.

“Actually…” she heard Agatha say before she turned.

Agatha wasn’t looking at her, but down at the floor, right at her feet.

“My pumps are dirty.”

Lori narrowed her eyes, unsure of why she’d stopped her exit to tell her that piece of information. “Excuse me?”

“My shoes…my pumps…” She looked at Lori with a drunken innocent smile. “They’re dirty.”

“So?”

“…Nothing…” She held her hands up in front of her. “I just thought I should tell you. You being my assistant should do as you see fit with that information.”

It took a moment for the confusion on Lori’s face to turn into astonished disdain. High bar huh. She snickered as she shook her head at the ground before she closed her eyes and took a breath. “Would you like me to…” her nick twisted reluctantly. “Polish your shoes for you Miss Santana?”

Agatha thrust her lip out and shrugged. “I wouldn’t refuse you I mean, sure why not.”

Lori sealed her swears as she strode towards the desk and snatched two napkins out of the napkin box before walking around the desk and facing Agatha’s chair. She paused for a moment as her angry eyes stared at the ground near the woman’s feet. She never knelt in front of anyone before, let alone to clean someone’s shoe for them. A harsh punch hit the top of her stomach, as she felt like she was about to lose a part, although small, but unrecoverable of her dignity. She swallowed her pride and knelt, setting on her heels, to see that Agatha’s black classic pumps were perfectly clean.

Before she leaned in to start polishing, she took a sharp breath when the woman slowly rose her foot and rested the sole of her shoe on her lap. Lori bit her tongue as the shoe twisted on her expensive skirt. She looked up, to see Agatha looking down at her with a drunken cold look.

“Whenever you’re ready Lori,” Agatha said, planting her other shoe on her lap.

The mixture of determination and hate was obvious in the woman’s stare, her determination to humiliate her. Lori thought the best thing to do would be to give the bitch above her minimum satisfaction, so she’d show no signs of discomfort or weakness. If she was going to be debased, she’d take the debasement with a smile on her face. So she folded the napkins in her hand and started cleaning the clean shoe.

She ran the napkin forcefully up and down the top of the woman’s pumps, all the while fretting silently about the other shoe being wiped up and down her skirt, leaving big spots of gray dust on her dark material. She thought about telling Agatha to stop, but then decided against it and just kept polishing. Agatha was a bully, and the usual best response to a bully would be to fight them head-on, but sense that wasn’t an option, the next possible thing would be to let them know that their mean, pitiful acts had no effect on you to speak off.

“You like your new job…” Agatha said.

“…Yes.” Lori smiled as she kept her eye on the shoe she was cleaning.

“Shoe Girl.” Agatha snickered. “That’s your current position. Keep up the good work and you’ll rise up my ranks in no time. Understand.”

“Yes Miss Santana.”

“Good girl… other shoe.”

She started working on the other shoe. Good girl. That was the first time she had got a good girl from her boss, or maybe the second. Other girls got them all the time but she never did. Sure she’d still love to kill the woman above her, but it still felt kind of good.

She kept at it for almost five minutes before her wrist started aching. She stopped and removed her hand then looked up. Agatha wasn’t even looking at her but had reclined in her chair and aimed her gaze at the big window to her side, like she was deep in thought. Something about the picture in front of her was haunting. She always thought that Agatha stayed late at work cause she was actually working, but was that how she really spent her nights, alone, with a glass of bourbon and a cigarette in a dim lighten office.

Lori coughed a couple of times, trying to get her attention. “…They clean enough, miss?”

“Huh…” Agatha shook her head. “What?”

“They clean enough?”

She’d barely taken a glance before she nodded and rested her feet on the ground. “They’re fine. But napkins aren’t that effective anyway. I expect you to keep a cloth with you at all times.”

Lori dusted off her skirt as she nodded. “Yes Miss.”

“And I don’t wanna have to tell you to do your job, got it.” she nudged her with her shoe. “Whenever you feel like my shoes could use a polish, you get down and give them one. I don’t wanna have to keep checking if I have clean shoes, that’s your responsibility. Understood.”

“Yes…” She bit her lip as she rose to her feet. “Miss Santana.”

“Good.” She rose to her feet, staggering as she did. Agatha almost tripped before her hand found Lori’s shoulder. Lori held her arm in surprise.

“You alright.” Lori said in honest concern.

“Perfecto.” Agatha giggled as she straightened up.

Lori found herself suddenly looking up to meet the woman’s eye. She thought it was the heels, but she was wearing heels too; this bitch’s tall. She always knew it, but standing there so close to her and face to face really highlighted her formidable posture. Tall with long red hair and a pair of blue eyes; she’d have adored her, if she weren’t such a cunt. The ash smell combined with the sharp stench of alcohol made Lori wince.

“You need anything else from me Miss Santana,” Lori said still looking up.

“…No,” Agatha said, before she slurred, “Fuck off.”

Lori recoiled back from the sharp repulsive response. She gave the drunken, inconsiderate face in front of her a shocked look, before she turned away with a red tight face and headed for the door. She remembered giving Bill an earful one time when he said those words to her once as a joke. Nobody should speak to her like that.

She hustled along the hall with tensed legs and shoulders, feeling her anger build up at the top of her chest. She got out of the company and into the garage, swung her car door open then slammed it shut. She gripped the wheel, then, once in the safety of her car screamed at the top of her lungs. She hit her palms on the wheel shouting, “BITCH, BITCH…………………… Fucking BITCH.” She took fast uncontrollable short breaths as she stared down the street. “SOAP. Your mouth needs fucking SOAP,” She took a deep breath as she slammed the wheel one last time. “BITCH…SOAP.”

Once her tight face got a bit looser and her breaths got a bit steadier, she twisted the keys in her car and slammed her heels against the paddle. No big deal…this is still your career, she thought. this is just another skill you have to master. Currently, you have to learn to deal with a bitch.

She took a deep breath as she headed home, while a new thought troubled her. The fact that she wouldn’t get to share her misery with Bill taunted her. She could share none of this with him, cause she knew, that the second she’d tell him that she’d just shined her boss’s shoes for some job, he’d start bugging her and urging her to quit, and wouldn’t stop until she did. It was true that it had been one of the reasons she’d fallen in love with him, but right now she wished he wasn’t so goddamn prideful.

The elevator took Lori up to the nineteenth floor. She spent the ride up staring into her own face in the big mirror. She held Agatha’s cup of coffee in her hand as she looked into her brown eyes with determination.

It had been a week since she got her new position. And every day as she rose through the stories of the company, she’d look herself in the mirror and tell herself, this wouldn’t break me. Just one day at a time. Remember what you’re doing this for.

Tomorrow was her day off, she remembered with a relieved sigh. The week had felt like a month. Every day took a harder toll on her strength and sanity. Coming home that evening when she’d gotten the job, she had a childish thought that maybe, just maybe, Agatha wanted her as her assistant because she actually thought she was good. That she thought Lori was so good that she couldn’t resist the urge to be selfish in keeping her all to herself. The thought didn’t dim Lori’s disdain, but at least it made her feel a bit better about her situation.

But the week had proved to her just how stupid her childish thought was. Ever since day one, any doubt she had about the reason behind Agatha offering her the position evaporated; it was clear that the only thing Agatha wanted to gain was to see Lori hurt.

Her boss didn’t miss a single chance to make her life harder. She embarrassed and humiliated her at every possible turn.

Lori looked at the Starbucks cup in her hand, taunted by the fact that Agatha would probably make her make another trip to get her a different one, cause the one Lori had brought, wasn’t what Agatha wanted.

First time she’d brought her a Nescafe from the coffee machine, but it turned out Agatha wanted black coffee, so Lori went down and replaced it, drinking the Nescafe herself. Next time, she got her black coffee, but it turned out Agatha wanted cappuccino—iced cappuccino, she added, after Lori brought her the hot one.

Later she made the point that she didn’t like how the coffee machine drinks tasted anymore, and Lori knew that Agatha was hinting that she was expected to start getting her coffee from the coffee shop at the end of the street; that only made her trip more tiering. She had stopped wearing her nice clothes days ago so that they wouldn’t be ruined with the endless trips she had to take inside and out of the company. And when she asked Agatha—in the politest tone she could muster—to inform her of exactly what she wanted to drink in a specific day so that she didn’t have to take two trips, Agatha smiled then said, “The thing is, I don’t know what I want until I taste what I don’t want, you know…it’s like… I want a coffee, but then I drink a sip and realize, maybe a Nescafe.” To that, Lori had nodded, pretending like it made sense.

The elevator door opened and she walked out, hurdling towards her Boss’s office. She walked as fast as one could walk with a pair of heels and took an anxious look at her clock; three more minutes and she’d be late. She had no problem being there early, even before Agatha, but the first time she arrived early to greet Agatha as she walked into her assistant’s office, Agatha frowned then said, “Don’t come early. Be here at 8 AM sharp and not a minute before then. I don’t want that face to greet me first thing in the morning.” She’d said it with such disgust that kicked the polite smile out of Loir’s face. And all she could do was look down with a pout and reply, “Yess Miss Santana.”

So she started getting her early, only to wait in the garage for like twenty minutes, then getting out and arriving at Agatha’s office at 8 AM, sharp.

She returned some greetings without stopping as she walked beside the cubicles, before walking into her new office, then knocking at Agatha’s door. “Come in,” the cold answer came.

She entered.

“Good morning Miss Santana.”

“Humm.” Agatha nodded lazily without taking her eyes off her screen.

She walked and put the cup at the desk, then stood there waiting for Agatha to find out if she really felt like drinking a coffee today. She stood there for like two minutes as Agatha ignored her, before she finally grabbed the cup and popped open the plastic cap. She took a sip, then a sharp grimace showed on her face as she spat the liquid back in the cup. “You know what, I don’t feel like drinking anything today.”

Lori nodded with a forced polite smile. The only positive thing she got to enjoy about the two coffee-fetching trips, was that she’d get a free cup of Starbucks at the end, and Agatha had just ruined that for her by spitting in her dame cup that she wasn’t even going to drink.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and said, “Anything else I can do for you, Miss.”

“Yeah…” Agatha sighed as she turned her office chair to face Lori. “Fetch me the week’s report from Suzan.”

She expected as much. She resisted the urge to remind her that email was a thing, so was fax, that was right there in the corner, so was google fucking drive. But why use them when Lori could just run along and fetch them for her. That alone took more than two hours every day, as Lori ran between offices and cubicles fetching documents. She nodded politely then got out, making her way to Suzan’s office.

She arrived then opened the door without knocking.

“The red button for fuck’s sake,” Britany was screaming standing over Suzan’s shoulder while they both stared at her computer screen.

“I see the fucking button—” Suzan’s shout at Britany was interrupted by Lori’s entrance. “Manners, knock first.”

“Piss off.” Lori said. “What are you guys doing.”

“Teaching this cave-bitch,” Britany slapped the back of Suzan’s head. “How to use company’s software.”

Suzan elbowed her with scorn then looked at Lori. “What’s up.”

“The weekend report,” Lori said as she rested her hands on the back of one of the offices chairs.

“Oh,” Suzan said as she started looking around. “The report…” She froze. “Where’s the report?” She looked up at Britany.

“You asking me?”

“Shit. Just a second.” They started opening drawers together nervously as they rummaged through the files. “So how’s it been, working with Miss Santana.”

“…You know.”

“We do know,” Britany smiled teasingly as she looked inside a drawer. “Shoe Shiner.”

“Knock it off,” Suzan said suppressing a giggle.

“What…” Britany said before she snickered as she looked at Lori. “Actually my shoes could use a shine right now if you have some free time.”

Lori only put an irritating smile as she rose her middle finger at Britany.

She knew that it wouldn’t take long until her embarrassing incident would reach everyone’s ears. Two days ago, just when she was finally getting used to cleaning Agatha’s shoes on a daily basis, Agatha couldn’t help but make her humiliation go public. She had been waiting at Agatha’s side while Agatha stood in the hall and talked to a couple of girls about work, when all of the sudden, Agatha looked down at her shoe and whined, “Ohh, these shoes keep getting dirty it’s ridiculous.” She didn’t think much of it at first, but when her eyes briefly met Agatha’s, she knew what she wanted. Agatha had merely glanced at her before redirecting her eyes to the girls and continuing her conversation. It took her a moment to muster her courage before she took the cloth out of her pocket and slump down to her knees mumbling, “Allow me boss.”

Agatha took a step back like she was touched by the kind gesture, and she said, “Oh…What a nice girl.” Lori bit her tongue as Agatha patted her head. She didn’t know why, but she felt like she needed to say something in response, so she said as a joke, “A woman like you shouldn’t walk around with dirty shoes Miss.” She heard Agatha giggle above her as she felt the girls’ eyes drill through the back of her head, with bafflement and contempt both. What an ass-kisser they had to think of her. She gave the two shoes a quick shining before rising up and walking away with her boss, avoiding to look at the girls and only managed to hear their giggles when she and Agatha were far away from them.

“But seriously,” Suzan said, “How’s work been?”

“Seriously!” Lori sighed. “Shitty. She’s making me run around the company half the time, and wait in my office the other half. She didn’t give me a single important task since I started, not a single one. By the time I reach home I’m so tired all I want to do is sleep. Honestly, I don’t know how long I could keep this up.” Her eyes momentarily looked at the both of them while they rummaged through the files. It hurt her to admit it, but Suzan had been doing an alright job, not great, but better than Lori had expected. Brittany was doing a good job helping her too. “Can you guys hurry it up, I don’t want her to give me shit about being late. I mean if you’re keeping your files organized this shouldn’t be happening.”

“Hold your horses,” Brittany said as she looked.

“Found it.” Suzan bolted up. “Here you go.” She reached her hand and handed Lori the file.

“Thanks.” She took it then headed to the door.

“Keep those shoes shiny.” Britany teased with a laugh.

All could Lori do was flip her off without looking back and get out. Britany had to be enjoying this; she always thought of her as a snoop, though Lori never knew why that was. She knew Britany meant well, but she really hated that she was slowly becoming the laughing stock of the company.

She walked back to Agatha’s office. As she handed her the documents, Agatha got a cold but scornful look on her face as she took them. “Has Suzan been relocated to China or something?” she said.

“Wha—” Lori said taken aback. “No.”

“So why did it take you this long,” Agatha raised her eyebrow as she examined the file.

“…They just…” She took a breath. “It just took a minute for her to find it that’s all.”

“I’m not interested in excuses Lori. When I ask you to fetch something you do it quickly.”

Do you want me to do fly here. “Miss Santana I really walked back here as fast as I could.”

“Well, next time, run.” Agatha looked up with a smile. “I don’t care about dress code, so lose the heels next time.” She nodded towards her shoes.

Her instinct got the better of her in her response. “…You can’t tell me what to wear,” Lori said defensively, but her fear showed in her fake aggressive tone.

Agatha gave her a cold look, before she reclined back in her chair, her mouth curling into a confidant, calm smile. She didn’t say a word but Lori saw on her face what she hadn’t said: Sure I can. She thought about arguing further, but she doubted it would be of any use. So she swallowed the torment and nodded.

“Good,” Agatha looked at the document again. “Now fuck off.”

Lori nodded again, and headed for the door, or, she fucked off. She had to hear that phrase at least twenty times a day. It had been almost a week and it still didn’t feel any lighter on her ears, neither the ‘get your ass in here now.’ whenever Agatha needed her. She couldn’t get over the degradation of being summoned and dismissed like that, and being forced to accept it.

“What did I tell you about responding Lori,” Agatha said lazily.

She bit her lip and turned, to see Agatha still eyeing her documents. “Sorry…Right away miss.” She said clearly her response then walked out of the room. Agatha had been very clear that she’d like to hear a reply when she’d give Lori an order, so Lori always replied, in all politeness. Fuck off, right away miss. Get your ass in here, right away miss…fuck you miss…I hope you die miss. Lori cursed under her breath as she slammed her butt on her chair.

She stared at the empty wooden desk she sat at. There was a computer but it didn’t work. Like every day, Lori took out her phone and started scrolling to kill the time, as she was instructed to keep her ass stuck to that chair as long as she was on the clock. She was to sit there and wait, until Agatha would need her assistance again. She had brought this point up with Agatha two days ago, that sitting alone doing nothing was really taunting and that she’d appreciate it if she’d have something work-related she could help Agatha with; she did have some useful knowledge after all. All Agatha said was that she would think about it, which gave Lori some hope.

After half an hour of scrolling through social media apps—which she installed just two days ago for the sole purpose of killing time while she sat there doing nothing—The phone buzzed before Agatha’s cold voice came out from it. “Get your ass in here.”

She got up, then walked into the office.

“Miss.”

Agatha took her eyes off the computer screen then said. “I was thinking about what you said.”

Lori stayed silent, confused.

Seeming to sense her confusion, Agatha sighed then said, “About how you’d like a bit more to do around here.”

“Oh…” Lori smiled with pure joy as she exhaled a relieved breath. “Yes Miss I would love that…my butt is practically numb from sitting out there.”

Agatha laughed despite herself, bringing her hand to her mouth to suppress it. “Come here girl.” Agatha nodded to her side.

“Yeah…” Loir rushed to her side, like a little kid eager for a treat. She stood at the side of Agatha’s disk and pushed her glasses up, looking at the computer screen, thinking that Agatha wanted to show her something on it. This would be her chance to prove her worth. If she could help her boss with something that truly mattered, maybe she’d see the potential in making use of Lori’s skills instead of continuing with her spiteful torment. “What can I do for you?” She asked eagerly, her hopeful smile still wide.

“Well,” Agatha smiled in response to her show of eagerness. “It had been a tiring week. And you know what I would love, after such a stressful, tense, work week.” She slowly propped her legs at the edge of her desk.

“What…” Lori’s eyes darted between Agatha’s smiling face and the computer screen.

“A foot rub,” Agatha said as she crossed her ankles.

Lori’s lively smile gradually faded, as she saw the smile widen on Agatha’s sharp cheeks, making that dimple show clearly. She didn’t try to hide her disappointment, neither the hurt frown that took over her face. “Miss I was hoping you’d give me something work-related.”

“This is work-related,” Agatha said with an innocent face. “You making me relax equals me doing a better job, equals better sales for the company.”

“I can…” she said, fighting off her agitation and speaking with difficulty. “I can do other stuff. I can help you with your job.” She said almost pleadingly.

“You think I’d trust an incompetent brat like you with my job,” Agatha said firmly, making Lori squint her eyes. She knew Agatha didn’t believe in her harsh words, but it still hurt. Why did she have to keep belittling her like this? “Now I’m giving you a chance to be useful. Whether or not you make use of it, I will keep that in mind.”

She froze in her place for a second, watching Agatha stare up at her with a mixture of terror and impatience. She stopped tightening her fist as she felt her nails about to dig into her palm, she took a deep breath, then she turned, but before she could Agatha said, “Where you going?”

“To shift the chair,” Lori said sharply.

“No need. Your ass is numb anyway remmember. Just kneel at the ground.”

Lori looked up at the ceiling, trying to gather the patience and strength to move forward, then she nodded, and knelt at the ground at the side of Agatha’s desk. She couldn’t sit at her heels if she wanted to reach Agatha’s feet without rising her arms too much, so she just rested on her knees. The amused look that Agatha gave her only tormented her further. She looked pleased, even a bit surprised that Lori had obeyed her, like she was testing her limits and was happy about the results.

Lori looked at the dusty black soles in front of her, ignoring the sick feeling at the top of her stomach. She never gave someone a foot rub before. And she never received one from anyone other than Bill. When he gave them to her, she felt like a spoiled princess and loved it, but other than that, the ordeal was, in a way, sensual. It had a sexual feel to it, however light. She felt it and she was sure that Bill felt it too, that it was one of the many intimate acts he expressed his love and adoration to her. She could already feel how tormenting and messed-up it would be to give one to another woman, a woman she loathed.

The foot in front of her abruptly shook, interrupting her train of thought. She took a final look at her tormentor’s faint smirk, as she put her hands on Agatha’s shoe and eased it off, to reveal the bare sole.

“Ahh.” Agatha sighed as she reclined her head back. “I already feel better. It feels great being out of these shoes.” She wiggled her toes as she sighed. “Other one.”

Lori leaned in and pulled off the second shoe, resting both on the ground. She wasn’t surprised that her boss’s feet were big, given how tall the shrew was. Her nose wrinkled as a sharp stench lingered under it. Fantastic. She held her finger up to her nose as she stared at the smelly pair of feet. It wasn’t even that late in the day yet, but she could spot a shiny layer of sweat on the wrinkly soles.

She leaned in, keeping her face as far as she could from the source of the unpleasant smell, then rose her arms and wrapped her fingers around Agatha’s foot. Agatha hummed to herself as she looked up at the ceiling, and moaned in pleasure and relaxation. “Oh…that’s the stuff.” She said as Lori’s thumps thrust into her meaty soles. “I should’ve made you do this days ago.”

Lori grimaced at the confirmation that this would be a regular service, that she’d have to provide probably on a daily basis. She’d be disrespected, talked down to, belittled and humiliated, and at the end of the day she’d be forced to kneel down and express her gratitude and adoration for the woman that was humiliating her, by easing the tension from her sweaty feet. As she knead the sole in her hand, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was doing the right thing. What would Bill say if he saw her right now? Would he emphasize or be disgusted? He knew how much she loved her job, how much she cared about her career, but he was a prideful man, as was she.

Those were the two things she knew about herself; she valued her dignity and her career more than anything; what the hell was she supposed to do when a bitch like the one sitting above her forced her to choose between them. She could stand up for herself and tell her to fuck off, or she could shut up, swallow her bemoan for her stained dignity, and take the debasement with a strong face, hoping that she’d one day get compensated for her lost dignity.

She took a deep breath as she mustered her strength, and immediately regretted it once she felt the sharp foot-aroma waft into her nostrils.

“The hell are you holding your head back for?” She said like Lori was acting weird. “they’re feet Loir, not a bomb.”

She thought about telling her that her feet stank, but Agatha probably already knew it didn’t she. She knew it and she didn’t care. And even if she didn’t, it couldn’t be wise to insult her. So Lori put a smile on her face as she shifted her body forward slightly and relaxed her arms, and continued rubbing silently.

“It better not be the smell,” Agatha said narrowing her eyes. “Do my feet smell Lori?”

After a short battle between being frank and being overly polite, Lori chose the former; if the woman wanted her rubbing her feet she might as well be a bit considerate and keep them clean next time. Lori wouldn’t be out of line if she made that obvious point known. “Yes,” she said staring straight into Agatha’s eyes. “They stink.”

“Stink!” Agatha spat as she lurched forward. “Is that what you said? They stink?”

Lori recoiled from the sudden aggressive tone, and couldn’t help but respond with the same aggressiveness. “They’re feet, Agatha. They’re fucking feet it’s obviously been a day or two since you showered so yes they stin—” Agatha’s foot wiggled free from her hand and hit the side of her head, making her lose her balance, barely avoiding the fall. She looked at Agatha’s dead-eyed stare, her blue eyes cold and menacing.

“Use that tone with me again,” Agatha said sharply. “Come on.” She raised her eyebrow.

Lori couldn’t hold the threatening gaze for more than a couple of seconds, and her eyes were forced down towards the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“…For saying that your feet smell.” She said nervously as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Well,” Agatha shrugged. “In your defense, I think you were confused. Maybe it was something else that you smelt.”

No it was your fucking feet. “I guess…Maybe I’m a bit grimy today.” She said, unable to not sound a bit sarcastic.

“Well, come closer, give them a sniff, I’m sure you’ll change your mind.”

“Oh…” Lori mumbled. “Boss that’s really not nesses—”

“Sure it is…come on, scoop closer and give them a big fat sniff for me, I’d like to make sure. Otherwise I would be anxious about my hygiene for the rest of the day.”

Lori’s disgust showed on her face. why. Fucking why? Why were all the girls out there doing work and I’m here trying to prove that a pair of rank feet smelled good? She looked up almost pleadingly, but only saw a half-amused half-curious look on Agatha’s face. She had to be enjoying this, being able to force another woman to suck up to her like that. Lori’s shoulders slouched as she scooched closer, and held her face inches away from Agatha’s toes. She thought about just pretending to smell then tell the woman what she wanted to hear, but she thought that she’d probably make her do it again cause she didn’t hear her. So she closed her eyes, and breathed in through her nose, allowing the offensive stench to enter. She cursed inside and growled at her boss as she heard a suppressed giggle escape from her lips.

“So,” Agatha snickered, not trying to hide her enjoyment.

“I was wrong…they smell alright.”

“Alright!” Agatha widened her eyes making Lori flinch.

“I mean…” She mumbled nervously in fear. “Great they smell great…like roses…like spring.”

Agatha titled her head, confusion obvious on her face. “Roses…Spring?” her face looked weirded out as she said, “That’s a strange thing to say Lori…”

“I mean—” Lori tried to correct herself.

“You sure you don’t have a foot fetish or something.”

BITCH, I have a foot fetish now! “I didn’t—” she halted, speechless. There was plenty to say, but she couldn’t think of something that wouldn’t be taken as an insult and still get her out of her predicament. So she just said. “No…I don’t have a foot fetish.”

“Either that or my feet do smell like roses and spring,” Agatha said, acting like she was actually thinking about it. “Hand me my shoe for a second. Let me check.”

She frowned as she played along with Agatha’s stupid stupid game, and handed her the shoe. Agatha slowly moved it closer to her face, but still kept it at a faraway distance, much farther than the distance between Lori and her own feet. She wrinkled her nose before she held the shoe away and faked coughing. “Oh my god. They stink. I need to wash these shoes.” She held them out with disgust with the tips of her fingers and tossed them to the ground, before looking at Lori with disgust. “What’s wrong with you, how can you think this smells good—oh not only good, like roses. what kinda gardens do you wander in young lady.”

Lori could only look up, barely able to hide her disdain. “…I don’t, actually think they smell like roses. I just said it cause you were so offended.”

“Oh…” Agatha said. “So you don’t think that…You’re not a foot fetishist.”

“No.”

“You’re an ass kisser.”

“Yes—what, no.” Lori said. Her eyes grew aggressive as she straightened her posture. She grew hot over the offensive labeling. Ass kisser. She was maybe the last one in this damn company that would deserve the title.

“Yes you are, you basically complimented the stink of my foot just cause I’m your boss in order to get on my good side, which is the most shameless act of ass-kissing I’ve ever encountered. I mean, my ass had been kissed before…but never like this.”

Her face grew tight and red as she got tired of Agatha childishly toying with her like this. She found it hard to believe that the woman was almost a decade older than her, she was acting like a child with all the teasing.

Agatha seemed to sense the boiling feelings of hate that ran through her because she gave her one of her amused smirks before she said, “Go on then,” she reclined her head back again. “Get back to rubbing my scented feet.”

Lori swallowed her curses and wrapped her hands on her boss’s foot again, failing to unscrew her tight scorn. While Agatha just looked up at the ceiling and ignored her, Lori worked her thumps on the sweaty sole, taking some of her frustration on it. While she worked her hands on her boss’s feet, all she could think of was, how much more could she take of this shit.

Chapter II

Lori kept thrusting her thumps on Agatha’s soles, the moans of pleasure and relaxation only made her feel shitter about her situation. Her knees felt sore against the carpet, and her arms and hands ached, but she kept her mouth shut, knowing that Agatha wouldn’t care and would tell her to keep rubbing anyway.

“Focus on the heels a bit there,” Agatha said keeping her gaze up at the ceiling.

Lori obeyed, sliding her fingers, now as sweaty as Agatha’s soles, down the woman’s foot and thrust her thumps into her heel. And didn’t forget to reply reluctantly, “Yes Miss.”

She couldn’t make up her mind about Agatha’s reasons behind all of this; did Agatha just want a foot rub and had no problem exploiting her position to get one, or was this just another way to humiliate Lori.

“Hummm.” Agatha hummed, before leaning forward on her chair to look at Lori. She gave her a calm smile before she opened a drawer in her desk, and took out a whisky bottle and a glass. “You’re good at this,” she said as she poured herself a glass. “You do this often?”

“…No,” Lori sighed, unable to hide her irritation. The compliment meant nothing to her; it almost felt like an insult. “First time.”

“Well,” Agatha swung her glass to her lips. “You’re a natural. But don’t let it get to your head. Don’t get into comfort-zone, I expect you to keep improving.” She wiggled her finger. “Take a course or something…I’ll fund it.”

She couldn’t resist snickering. She didn’t know if her boss was joking or not, but there was no way in hell she’d give one second of her free time to this nonsense.

The door knocked, startling Lori and making her snap her eyes towards it.

“Why did you stop, keep rubbing.” Agatha looked at her with confusion, at the same time putting her whisky glass in, still full, back in her drawer.

Lori’s eyes grew worried as she said, “But—”

“Keep rubbing. What are you shy,” Agatha said before turning towards the door and saying in her bubbly tone, “Come in.”

The door opened, and not knowing what to do, Lori just sat there with her hands shivering at her sides. She was so not ready to get further reducible for sucking up to her new boss.

A woman with long blonde hair entered, Mrs. Barlow.

“Agatha—” She looked up from her phone and halted at the sight of Lori, which only looked back at her with blushed cheeks and nodded politely. “Hey there.” Mrs. Barlow nodded back, with a cold but questioning stare.

“Elia, you know Lori.” Agatha

“Hey…” Lori’s eyes were forced towards the ground.

Elia’s eyes darted between the two of them for a while, before she took a deep breath, then walked in and closed the door.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure?” Agatha said.

“To a boring Friday,” Elia said as she sat on her chair and crossed her legs. Her eyes glanced at Lori before shaking her head slightly at her sister. “What’s she doing?”

“Oh…sweat Lori here has been kind enough to offer me a foot rub, you can get back to it now dear.”

Lori smiled politely at Agatha, then at Elia, almost apologetically, before putting her hands back on Agatha’s sole, and praying she’d wake up soon from this embarrassing nightmare.

Almost a minute passed with no one speaking, but Lori could feel the woman’s eyes drilling through the back of her head. “It’s funny, Last time I saw you…” Elia said. “You two were at each other’s throats.”

“Yeah…” Agatha nodded with a snicker. “But Lori here managed to see reason and recognize her faults, we came to an understanding, didn’t we Lori.”

“Yes Miss Santana.” She gulped and said, watching Elia out of the corner of her eye.

The 30-something-year-old woman seemed deep in thought for a while, before she sighed and said, “Well…glad you two managed to work it out.”

Lori would give a kidney to know what was running in Elia’s mind right now. Less than two months ago, both her and Agatha stood in her office after their fight, and she’d been nice enough to rule in Lori’s favor and even urge her sister to apologize, and now…what was she thinking now? The sight she was witnessing wasn’t practically that normal. Lori was kneeling there on the ground in a position that was clearly far from comfortable, slaving away at her boss’s feet. Would Elia think she was doing this forced, or would she think her a suck-up?

“Hope your feet are clean,” Elia said, “Can’t imagine Lori here would be curt and tell you if they weren’t.”

“Oh please…” Agatha snickered.

Don’t…Don’t you Fucking dare. Lori’s eyes snapped up fuming, suspecting what was coming.

“Just before you walked in,” Agatha said. “She told me my feet smell like spring.”

Fuck’s sake.

Elia chuckled, but suppressed it quickly. “What?”

“Yeah…Spring, and roses, right Lori.”

“I didn’—” She shook her head at Agatha, then at Elia who sat there her face between confusion and empathy. “I just said it so that she doesn’t feel over conscience,” she said weakly her cheeks blushing with hate and embarrassment both.

“You were trying to be polite,” Elia nodded at her, kind of in a comforting gesture. “Take it easy, I’m afraid my sister doesn’t get sarcasm or politeness.”

“Yeah alright,” Agatha said, ending the conversation. “How’re you doing.”

“Fine.”

With that, the two women got busy with their conversation while Lori sat and listened, with her hands still working. She’d been keeping going to Mrs. Barlow for help as a last resort. She wondered if that card was expired now. Elia had just seen her acting like she was the office’s masseuse or whatever, and do so willingly. Lori must’ve looked like she didn’t mind it that much, it looked like she really was just nice enough to offer her boss a foot-rub, or worse, trying to suck up to her that way.

How could I be this stupid, I should’ve talked to her days ago, Lori thought. She had already been hesitant about asking her for help, partly because they were sisters. But also, she was afraid that even if Elia emphasized with her, she wouldn’t necessarily do something about it. At the end of the day, Agatha had the right to promote whomever she liked. Technically, she wasn’t forcing her to do anything against her will. She really could keep her in her current position forever and not get questioned about it.

Lori’s thought was cut short by hearing something that caught her attention.

“She’s in her room most of the time, and when she’s not she’s out with her friends,” Agatha said, a bit underwhelmed.

She was pretty sure she’d heard the word: daughter.

“She’s at that age…” Elia said in a kind tone. “Don’t take it personally.”

This cunt has a daughter. Lori looked up at Agatha’s hand. No ring.

“Eha.” Agatha snorted as she brushed off the conversation. “But that reminds me. You free tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Elia mumbled. “Why?”

“I was planning to spend it with Holy, but…surprise surprise the brat’s already booked with her friends…so? Dinner?”

“I…” Elia mumbled, shuffling in her seat, then said, “I have plans with Steven.”

“…” Agatha smiled faintly, then nodded. “Cool.”

Elia nodded back with the same smile, then got to her feet. “Well, I’ll catch up with you later, and Lori…take care.” Elia said in a friendly tone before heading for the door.

Thinking fast, and feeling her aching fingers and arms scream at her, Lori spotted an opportunity. “My knees are kinda sore, my arms too…” she said to Agatha before Elia could reach the door. “You mind if I stop.”

Agatha looked at her with widened eyes, before her eyes darted between her and her sister. “Bahh.” Agatha chuckled. “You don’t need to ask my permission silly.” She said with a bubby tone and wide smile, but gritted teeth. “You can stop whenever you like…” Agatha withdrew her feet and started putting on her heels, smiling nervously at Elia, who returned a cold frown.

“Thanks Miss,” Lori nodded with a teasing look, trying not to worry about Agatha’s knowing gaze. She adjusted her skirt and blazer before walking with Elia out of the office.

“Catch up with you later Lori…” Elia said as she turned to leave.

“Mrs. Barlow,” Lori said without thinking, making Elia stop and look at her questionably. “Can I…you have a minute.”

Elia took a deep slow breath, her knowing gaze seeming unpleased with Lori’s request. She had some similarities with her sister. Tall, although not as tall, her body a bit menacing to be close to, and that cold pale face and blue eyes. “…Sure.” She nodded calmly.

“So, Let me…wrap my head around this,” Elia said, rubbing her palms over her impatient face.

Lori had told her everything. She liked to think that she’d put it clear enough so that there would be no chance for Elia to misinterpret the situation as anything but an exploitive boss torturing an employee. Elia had been responding with nothing but empathy and understanding; Lori liked that, but she’d been hoping for a bit more anger in her response.

Elia put her hands at her desk as her shoulders slouched over it. “Lori…” She shook her head. “What are you asking from me here? Why are you telling me all of this?”

“…I…” Lori shuffled in her seat a bit uneased by the question. “She’s acting out of spite, and she’s being unfair and biased in her assessment and she clearly hates me. So…what I want is a solution.”

“Hand her your resignation.”

Lori froze. “That’s not—” She tried to put her disappointment into polite words. “Is this your solu—” She couldn’t. “Are you fucking kidding me Elia,” she said with gritted teeth as she pushed her glasses up. “She’s in the wrong. She’s a spiteful unprofessional woman and sh—”

“She’s the second most important woman in this company. She’d been here for more than a decade, she’s great and exponentially effective at her job. She…is…indispensable. You are not.” Elia said, uttering the last word. “Yanami is a good company but there are other options you know.”

“I’ll have to start from the bottom,” Lori said, her tone showing her irritation from having to explain the same shit to everybody. “And I’ll have to explain why in hell would someone leave this lovely company. It’s literally like taking five years of my life and shoving them in the trash, I can’t do that. I love working here and I…” She decided against finishing her thoughts. The truth was, she couldn’t bring herself to accept working in an inferior company, especially having entered the best one. But she doubted Elia would emphasize with her if she knew of her unhealthy need for perfection and success.

Elia nodded, before reclining in her chair. She seemed trying to put together a kind response. “Lori…” she said, “If you wanna be here, then you have to…get comfortable…with the fact that you’re basically under that woman’s control. She can promote you, she can keep you in your current position or demote you. She can fire you. Now,” she took a breath as she looked away then back at Lori. “I know my sister. She can be hard at times…really hard…Let’s be honest she can be a bitch.”

“Thank you.”

“And she obviously doesn’t like you…for some reason. So I don’t see her treatment of you getting any better anytime soon. So the way I see it, is…” Elia said, her tone gradually growing firmer. “You can either resign and find another job, which I think you should do, or…stay, dance to her every tune in hope of getting what you want. Your choice, I won’t judge, but don’t come complaining if you choose the latter.”

Lori couldn’t help the scorn on her face as she looked at the woman. All of that crap meant: she was on her own. Lori had always thought these big companies were a bit more civil when it came to issues like this. She just hoped the wake-up call wasn’t this harsh. It didn’t feel good being on the victim end of corruption. She had already made up her mind, but couldn’t resist making this last attempt. “What would Mrs. Yanami say?” she asked, her tone rude.

Her question made Elia drawback, before a wide grin made it to her face. “You’re a tenacious little girl aren’t you Lori.”

“I mean…this…ridiculous, lack of justice in here wouldn’t look nice if it went public wouldn’t you say. I mean, I think Mrs. Yanami probably takes her company’s reputation seriously—”

“Be my guest…” Elia sighed, her tone losing its friendliness. “Ask for an appointment. Delight her with this…reputation threat of yours—”

“It’s not a threat…” Lori said weakly.

“The thing about working in a powerful company Lori is that you may have to deal with powerful people. I advise you to leave before you step on somebody’s toe.”

“But—”

“I said what I have to say…now I need you to leave. And don’t come to me with the same problem again.” Elia said rising from her chair and pointing to the door.

Lori, regretting the way she’d let this conversation develop in, tried to calm the heated woman. “Mrs. Br—”

“Fuck off Lori.”

Nice. She pursed her lips and rose to her feet. “This polite tongue runs in the family it seems.” She mumbled as she stormed to the door.

There went her winning ace.

She walked back to her office, unable to shake the defeated feeling, like she had her tail between her legs. Agatha was going to promote her sooner or later, as soon as she’d finish with her spiteful vendetta.

She reached her office and threw herself in her chair with an exhausted sigh. She felt a painful pinch of self-blame and regret, as she thought about how different the situation would be if she’d acted like the rest of the girls from the beginning: like a good girl. If I just fetched that goddam cup of coffee. She took a deep breath as she rested her head on her empty desk.

The phone buzzed, then Agatha’s voice shot out of it. “Get your ass in here.”

A painful snicker escaped her lips as she got to her feet.

The following morning, Lori’s eyes shot wide open. Immediately a wide grin curled up her lips. She straightened up on her bed, taking a look at Bill who was still snoring beside her. She got out from under the cover, gently removing them not to wake him up, then got to her feet.

It was Saturday, their day, his and hers, alone. She washed her face in the bathroom and got ready for the long-needed day, away from work, away from her devil of a boss. She started putting on her make-up, as she usually did every Saturday. Nothing too fancy, just some black-eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Both looked good cause of the contrast to her white face. She brushed then straightened her brunet hair down so it fell elegantly on her shoulders. Today, she and Bill would watch a movie, have sex, eat out in a fancy little restaurant, come back, watch a movie, have sex, then sleep: a classical Saturday.

As she took out her black revealing nightdress from the closet, her phone beeped. She picked it up, it was a message. Her face automatically grimaced at seeing the contact name: Evil Cunt.

She opened the message, and her grimace turned into a horrified stare upon reading it:

Why the hell aren’t you in the office.

She replied with the obvious answer:

Boss…it’s Saturday.

She stared with lazy eyes at her phone screen, growing more worried with every passing second.

So…

She exhaled a breath. She couldn’t make her work Saturdays. She’d been holding her sanity together all along this damn week, this was supposed to be her breather. She couldn’t make her work Saturdays. Bitch she has you rubbing her feet, she can make you work Saturdays.

Another message came:

You’re my assistant, Idiot. If I’m working you’re working. Now get your ass here now.

“Fucking cun—” She snapped, her face tightened as she sealed her swears in her mouth with a miracle not to wake Bill up, and punched the air imagining she was punching Agatha’s face.

She looked up the ceiling and took a long deep breath, before she looked down at her phone again.

Be right there boss.

She threw her phone away, then stood in her room with slouched shoulders and a cold face. She looked at Bill who lay on the bed hugging the covers. Instead of staying here and being pampered and made love to, she was going to spend her weekend with Agatha. Maybe she’d be nice and let me go home early…this way I can enjoy half my weekend at least. She looked down with this hopeful thought, then started getting dressed. She put on a black blazer and pants and heels, wrote Bill a note that something in work had come up and that she’d be back as soon as she could, ending the message with a couple of hearts and a pouting face, then left.

She walked into Agatha’s office, bringing her a cup of coffee as she asked.

“Morning,” Lori greeted reluctantly with a tight face.

Agatha, in a white blazer and pants, was sitting with her elbows on her desk, looking a bit sleepy and cranky herself. She took the cup from Lori without a word then opened her drawer and took out her whisky bottle.

Fuck’s sake it’s 8 in the morning. Lori scorned. “Need anything from me.”

“Thought I told you to lose the heels,” Agatha said coldly as she poured some alcohol into her coffee.

“What…” Lori said. “Oh…yeah…Sorry I forgot. I’ll wear something else tomorrow.”

“Lose them.”

“…I will.”

“Now.” She looked up at her, her cold face menacing. Then took a sip from her coffee-whisky drink.

Lori looked down tightening her lips, determined to keep her cool. She kicked her heels off, then stooped down and grabbed them, standing anxiously on her stockinged feet. This was the first time ever that she stood in this office without her heels, and the thought made her anxious. She didn’t feel better when Agatha’s eyes widened at noticing her. She took her lip off the rim of her glass as coffee splattered out of her mouth. She put the glass down, unable to hold off her chuckling. “Holy crap…” She cackled as she looked at the red-faced Lori. “You’re a midget. Like an actual midget.”

Lori’s arms instinctively crossed at her chest as her face got all red and tight, resisting the urge to shout.

“I always thought you wore heels cause you were so devoted to the corporate image or some stupid shit like that.” Agatha managed to control her cackles enough to deliver her mean remarks. “Should’ve known, you insecure about your height honey. Lori the dwarf.” She giggled before she smirked at her.

Lori couldn’t help but feel some of her suppressed sadness and anger turn into tears at the corner of her eye. She was supposed to be watching a movie with her man who loved her, instead, she was here, getting belittled and made fun of. “Is that why you asked me here…” she said, her tone uncontrollably coming out whiny and weak. She hated that she was showing weakness, that she was letting Agatha know she succeeded in hurting her, but she could no longer hold it in. “To make fun of me.”

“…Yes.” Agatha nodded animatedly, but her smile was replaced by a cold curt stare. She seemed angry, for some fucked up reason only a sociopath like her would know.

“Well that’s nice to know…” Lori nodded and her ag. “Do you need anything else, or can I go sit on my desk.”

“Go…” Agatha nodded towards the door dismissively. “Fuck off.”

“Yes Miss Santana,” Lori said and stormed out of the room, holding her tears in and slamming the door shut behind her. She threw herself in her chair and buried her head between her arms, fighting off tears.

The day proceeded uneventfully. For six hours, Agatha hadn’t called her in once. She kept her out there waiting, and Lori spent the time either staring silently into the office door or watching something on her mobile. She got up every now and then to get herself a snack or a drink, but mostly she just kept to her chair, growing uncomfortable by the unusual silence of the office, as there was no one on the floor but her and the devil inside.

While she was watching some Youtube video, her eyes glanced randomly to the office’s window, to see that the sun was going down, and realized she’d been here for almost 7 hours, doing literally nothing, missing on what was supposed to be her relaxing day of the week. The door opened. She watched with dull eyes as Agatha walked out of it, her steps a bit staggering, making Lori think that her mess-of-a-boss was obviously drunk. “Oh…” Agatha slurred as her lazy eyes met Lori’s dead ones. “Totally forgot you were here.”

Lori could only snicker out of pain, but she was relieved to see that Agatha had her purse and was probably going home, which meant that she could go home and have what remained of her Saturday. “Heading home boss,” she asked as she wiped down her grimy face.

“Both of us are…” Agatha slurred with a nod.

“Great—” Lori nodded before she shook her head in. “What do you mean…I’m going to mine and you to yours or are we both going to yours?”

Agatha froze for a second, like she was making sense of the question, then said. “That would be the latter.”

“…” Lori stood up. “Why?”

“I need your assistance at home…call it overtime, It’s paid hours don’t worry about it.”

“…Boss I’d really appreciate it if I can just…go…home…please.” She said. “I’m tired and…and…tired.” She pleaded, but in a firm aggressive tone that made it sound like a demand.

Agatha smiled drunkenly, before she beckoned her close with a wave of her hand. “Come here…little one, come.”

Lori frowned, but walked close nonetheless. She stood close but still kept some distance, waiting to hear what she had. Agatha, for some reason, walked closer, closing the gap between them and invading Lori’s personal space. Lori looked up as Agatha’s menacing face loomed over her. The silence became awkward as both of them just stood there, and Lori could only keep the loaming blue-eyed stare for so long before she looked down and to the side. The sight of the woman was just too smothering to look at. Agatha had an imposing presence, and standing this close to her made Lori feel… small, powerless, inferior. And the sharp stench of cigarettes and whisky didn’t make her feel any better.

The next thing she knew, she felt Agatha’s hot breath on her neck, which made her shiver. “My sister called me…asking me if I could take it a bit easy on you…” Agatha whispered with a drunken light giggle. “You happen to know anything about that.”

Lori shivered. Was this what was it all about? “Miss Santan—” she mumbled and got quickly interrupted.

“You…” Agatha said. “Bad…mouth me to my sister—to anyone, again, you’ll have only yourself to blame.”

Before she could get a chance to respond, she felt a sharp and narrow pain dig through the top of her barefoot, making her yell in pain. She squirmed in her stance as she looked down and saw Agatha’s heel grinding on her foot. To her luck, Agatha wasn’t wearing her high heels, but ankle boots, but still, their thick solid heel hurt like hell against her toes.

“Miss—” She yelped but only felt the heel dig harder making her cry out in pain. “BOSS.” She sank instinctively to her knee, with Agatha’s hand pushing her shoulders down. She grabbed at Agatha’s leg and tried to wiggle the woman away from her position and quickly failed. “Bo—Ahhhh.” The heel left then slammed again against her foot, and Agatha pushed her head harshly downwards until it touched the ground. Agatha took her foot off Lori’s toes, only to step on the top of her hand that was now on the floor, grinding her fingers to the ground. Lori felt her cheek rub against the cold floor, before the dirty sole of Agatha’s shoe rested against her head, pinning it to the hard floor and twisting.

Lori sniffled, as her tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. She didn’t know if she should cry from the sharp pain or the humiliation that she’d never thought would experience. Her head lay literally under another woman’s foot, squashed into the ground. “Take your foot off.” She shouted, her shout coming out strong in volume but weak and pathetic tone. “Take it off…now.” She shouted again, but Agatha’s foot didn’t shift in the slightest.

The sharp sickening sting at the top of her stomach made her want to cry but she held it. Agatha just stood there, pinning her to the ground effortlessly, and kept standing there for a while, to the point where it became awkward. All could Lori hear were her own heavy breaths and Agatha’s, and all she could see was Agatha’s shoe stepping on her soring fingers. A wave of shame ran through her, at how easily Agatha had managed to render her powerless.

Since shouting had got her nowhere, she tried to talk with a polite, calm tone that came out all weary, “Boss…I’m so—”

“…You’re like…” Agatha said from above. “You’re like a bug…” She ground and twisted her foot, putting heavy, sharp pressure on the corner of Lori’s head. “A bug…that I can squash.”

“I’m…” Lori whined. “I’m sorry I talked bad abo—”

Agatha spat and applied more pressure making Lori yelp. “Shut up…slut.”

Lori gulped another insult as clenched her eyes closed, determined not to let her tears fall.

“I think there’s a fact you need to make your peace with…” Agatha said. “As long as you work here…you’re under my thump…”

“I know,” Lori said. She did know. Elia had explained it perfectly to her just yesterday, in much kinder means.

“You could leave any fucking time you want to, but something tells me you’re here for the long haul…I’m I right.”

“Yes…” she whined.

“Then know this…you’ll get nowhere, without my say so. I can keep you in your place—and lower—till the last miserable day of your career…Not only in this company…but as long as you wanna work in this industry, on a respectable level, you’ll have to deal with my foot on your neck.” She said and gave another twist of her foot to emphasize. “I own you…You’re my bitch.” She uttered the last word clearly. “Got that.”

Lori sniffled. She didn’t know if she was supposed to answer but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to answer that question. Agatha had one foot on her hand and the other one on her head, literally pinning her helpless and unable to move, but even if she could move, what would she do. That woman still held her career between her fingers. It wasn’t like Agatha said something new, but to state it out loud, to give that form of acceptance wasn’t something she was that eager for.

She felt the solid sole being grounded harder into her already sore skull. “Got that?”

“YES…” she said aggressively through gritted teeth. “I got that.”

“What are you?”

“…”

“What are you?”

She gulped. “I’m your…bitch.” Hearing those words come out, as a pathetic weak whine, made her want to crawl up in a ball and disappear.

She gave a relieved yelp as the hard sole left her head, and the other one left her hand, allowing her to bring it closer to her face and examine the blue bruise on her knuckles.

Before she could say anything, she saw Agatha take one step back, keeping her right foot planted forward. “Kiss my shoe.”

She knew full well of how messed up the situation she was in was. And knowing the woman in front of her better by now, nothing could surprise her, but this line did. Kiss your shoe. Who did she think she was? What kind of woman would ask—demand such a thing from another. Lori eyed the black ankle boot extended in her direction while Agatha stood there in dead silence. Her eyes reddened at the realization that she was going to do it. Lori giving her verbal approval of their new relationship wasn’t enough for Agatha. Lori admitting what she was and what she was willing to do wasn’t enough. For some reason, Agatha wanted her to show her submission by humble acts.

She wiped her sleeve on her runny nose as she sniffled, before she leaned down and propped herself by her palms on the ground. She got her face closer until her lips were inches away from the toe of Agatha’s boot, then pushed her puckered lips against it, hearing the smack of her lips on the leather.

She sat back on the ground, the idea of rising to her feet not even crossing her mind. Agatha’s gentle hand caressed her messy hair, petting her like she was a fucking dog, reminding her of how messed up her situation was. She sobbed silently under the woman’s gentle fingers toying with her hair. “Hussh,” Agatha hushed, patting her tear-filled soggy face. “You love this job don’t you?”

“I do,” Lori said with a choked-up throat.

“You have a promising future here,” Agatha said, seeming to try to talk with a comforting tone but it ended up all heavy and drunken. “You just have…to accept your place, under me.”

The kind tone her words held somehow made Lori feel more uneasy than before. It looked like even a woman like her, wouldn’t be cruel to someone who’d just humbled themselves at her feet. Who could’ve known that all she needed to do to get on Agatha’s good side was get on her fucking knees and kiss her shoe like some kind of ancient time’s peasant. She couldn’t bear to look up at the eyes of the woman whose shoe she’d just kissed, so she just looked to the side, pushing her glasses up the sweaty bridge of her nose, and nodded weakly.

With that, Agatha patted her head one last time then turned and walked away, leaving her on her knees. “Go wash up, then meet me at the car.”

Lori stormed into the bathroom wailing, her legs barely holding her and threw her briefcase near the sink. She propped herself in front of the mirror and stared at her miserable state. Her hair ruffled up and missy, her make-up running two black lines down her soggy face. She sobbed freely as she knew Agatha couldn’t hear her.

Had she always been this weak and pathetic, or was Agatha just too strong of a woman to oppose. If Agatha had managed to stomp on her head this easily, then maybe her head deserved to be stomped on, maybe it belonged under there. She’d chosen to fight this fight. She refused to bend, and maybe Agatha saw that and didn’t like it, and so decided to break her.

She never imagined she’d experience what she’d just experienced, but even if she had she wouldn’t have probably imagined it to be this sickening, this nauseating. To have someone she hated that much humiliate her this heavily, and be so powerless to get back at them. She felt like throwing up. She had no way of getting back at that woman, while Agatha was free to keep hurting her.

When she’d started this, she had set a limit to how much shit she’d accept in order to keep working here. Looking at herself now she realized she’d let herself bypass that limit, by far. But it didn’t matter anymore did it. She wasn’t going to quit now. She couldn’t harm her tormentor, but she could at least suck it up until she’d get what she’d been promised. Her dignity wasn’t that relevant anymore; How much dignity and self-respect did she truly have left after she’d kissed another woman’s shoe anyway. That kiss meant something: acknowledging that woman’s superiority over her own.

She sniffled at her messy face in the mirror and opened the tap, splashing her face with water. If she was going to do this, she’d do it without being a sobbing pathetic mess all the time. She would have loved to rise in her career with her dignity intact, but it looked like Agatha wasn’t providing that option.

“Take this turn here,” Agatha mumbled with coffee in her mouth, pointing to an exit.

Lori drove into another exit, entering another residential street. Even in her miserable state she couldn’t help herself but marvel at the fancy area she’d been driving in. While Agatha drank her coffee and laid in the passenger’s seat like a numb lump, Lori explored her surroundings with curious eyes. Every street had a giant, well-lit mansion on either side of it, and each mansion was surrounded by a vast garden and softwood or stone walls. It was both a formidable and beautiful sight; Lori often dreamed she’d live in places like this one day, but now, she felt uncomfortable even driving near them.

“Park right…there.” Agatha pointed to a big house at the end of the street, a two-story, cubic house, with giant glass windows and a couple of oak trees rising above it.

Lori nodded, gulped then drove the car through the open wooden gate. What was she even doing here? She parked the car on the opening in front of the house, then sat in her seat and looked at Agatha. Agatha returned a lazy stare, and took another sip of her coffee before she said, “What are you waiting for.”

She took that as a sign to get out, so she did, and after standing in front of the car for some time, and seeing that Agatha hadn’t even opened the door, she bit her lip in suppressed irritation, then walked to Agatha’s door.

She opened the door for her and gestured respectfully with her hand like a proper chauffeur. Agatha smiled and extended her hand out of the car.

Un-fucking-believable. Lori forced a smile on as she took her boss’s hand and helped her out. “Madam,” she said sarcastically.

“Good girl.” Agatha patted her cheek and handed Lori her purse before walking up to her porch.

After wrestling with jamming the keys in the lock for about a minute, and brushing off any attempts from Lori to help her, she finally managed to get them in and shove the door open.

Lori walked silently behind her, her eyes darting around the spacious living room that could easily contain her house. Agatha seemed to have decorated her office similarly to her house: modern Paige furniture surrounding a wide, wooden coffee table, Paige walls and hardwood floors, dim orange lighting.

With a mixture of shame and relief, Lori looked at the neat, sparkling clean living room and thought, Great, at least I know I’m not here as a maid. She watched Agatha meander her way to the couch and throw herself on top of it, before putting her cup of coffee on the table. She reclined her head against the backrest before her eyes settled on Lori who stood at the door in silence. “Kick your shoes at the door, house rules.”

You just walked in with yours on, Lori thought while she kicked her heels and put them near the shoe rack.

“Now come help me out of mine.” Agatha shook her foot lightly as she let her back sink lazily into her couch.

Forcing herself to smile, not thinking about protesting, Lori walked to the couch then kneeled in front of Agatha and grabbed her extended foot. She put one hand on top of her boot, one hand on her heel, then started pulling; the task proved itself harder than Lori had thought, as the ankle boot clung to Agatha’s foot. Lori wrestled with it for a time, and pulled harder, until it flung off causing her to fall on her back with the shoe in her hand then get back up again.

“OHhh,” Agatha sighed with relief and wiggled her toes inside her gray socks. She kept her foot extended in Lori’s direction, making her grimace at the disgusting sight.

She looked with weak eyes at the dark, wet spots of sweat at the sole of her boss’s socks and made sure not to let her disgust appear on her face. After Agatha crossed her legs, extending the other boot in Lori’s direction, Lori did the same with the other one and wrestled it off. She put the two ankle boots neatly on the ground then kept to her place on the floor, speculating that Agatha would ask for a foot rub next. Since she was sitting awfully close, with Agatha’s dangling foot a couple of inches from her face, her nose wrinkled as it smelt the sickening stench of spring and roses.

“You owe me…big time.” Agatha sighed as she wiggled her socked toes near Lori’s face.

She couldn’t resist asking. “Why?”

“I wore ankle boots just for you.” She snickered, nudging her shoulder with her toes. “They feel like an oven on my feet, all so I could give them that spring scent that you love.”

Lori winced, her eyes darting between the wet stain of sweat on the ball of Agatha’s foot and Agatha’s tormenting smirk, and her mind torn between playing along and protesting. Given how all her previous protests had ended, she chose the former, although reluctantly. “…Thanks…” she mumbled. “That’s really generous of you.”

Agatha’s smile widened, then a light cackle escaped her. She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Anything for my little assistant.”

Lori nodded with a polite smile, determined to keep her outrage in.

“Well?” Agatha rose an eyebrow, as she dangled her foot in front of Lori’s face.

“…Well…” She breathed through her mouth. “What?”

“Don’t be shy,” Agatha said, curling her toes, positioning them closer to Lori’s nose so that they were straight under it. “Take a sniff.”

Loir chuckled nervously as her hands shot up and grabbed the foot holding it away from her, wincing as her hands touched the moist fabric. “I’m good…thanks anyways.” That bitch really doesn’t know when to stop.

“Suit yourself.” Agatha shrugged, seeming indifferent. “Go grab me an ashtray, and the bourbon bottle from the cabinet, this coffee tastes plane.”

Lori nodded then practically jumped to her feet, happy to get away from the bitch’s feet. She walked to the kitchen which was connected to the living room. She grabbed a crystal ashtray and an opened bourbon bottle from the cabinet and put a glass over it. She walked back to Agatha, who took the ashtray and lay it on the sofa beside her, but nodded towards the coffee table once Lori offered her the bottle and the glass, and Lori took it as a sign for her to prepare a glass.

Lori opened the bottle and started pouring.

“Wow wow…stop—” Agatha said. “You don’t pour a full glass like this…only a third. What are you trying to have me drunk?”

God forbid. Lori smiled apologetically and handed her the glass, then sat at the other couch, which granted her a raised eyebrow from her boss. “What?” she said.

Agatha only stared, and Lori speculated what she was thinking. There was nothing for her to do here, and that probably didn’t sit right with Agatha. She was probably thinking of something for her to do, probably something embarrassing or humiliating.

“Make yourself useful, rub my feet.”

Bingo. Lori smiled knowingly then sunk to her knees. She wrapped her fingers around the grimy, moist socked foot and started rubbing. All of this is temporary, all of this is temporary. She said to herself over and over again. Eventually Agatha would get bored and let her off her short leash. She’d promote her, and let her continue her career in peace. With time, this would all be behind her, and after ten years or so, Lori would be lounging in one of those mansions herself. While toying with those hopeful thoughts and thrusting her thumps in Agatha’s sole, she felt Agatha’s other foot thud on her shoulder. She looked up from the sole she was massaging, to be greeted with Agatha’s cold stare. Apparently, Agatha didn’t need to ask her before using her as a footstool.

The humiliation of it wasn’t even bothering her anymore. She had little dignity left to consider; however, she didn’t see herself getting used to her boss’s foot stench anytime soon.

“Don’t forget to wipe your lipstick off my shoe before you leave.” Agatha said as she put a cigarette in her mouth.

She didn’t know if the woman was really concerned about the cleanness of her boot or if she just wanted to remind her of her humiliating experience, probably both. “I won’t.”

“Why were you wearing all that makeup anyway, it’s not like you.” Agatha grimaced.

“…I…” She thought about how much she wanted to give away. “I usually spend Saturdays with my boyfriend…I put make up when I wake up.” She looked up, hoping to see some guilt on the woman’s face for ruining her special day.

Agatha’s eyes shot wide open, in surprise and confusion. “You have a boyfriend?”

Trying not to get offended by the woman’s surprise, she nodded politely. “Yes. Four years we’ve been together.”

“That’s…”

Don’t say surprising…don’t fucking say surprising. Lori’s eyes grew aggressive in anticipation.

Agatha seemed to sense her irritation, and she said, “Sorry for ruining your night.”

With that, a surge of hope ran down her, as she smiled pleadingly. “It’s okay…I can still enjoy the best of it if I leave now. It’s only 7 PM.”

Agatha smiled, taking a gulp of her drink, obviously enjoying the pleading look on Lori’s face. “What’re you going to do with him?” she asked, tilting her neck curiously.

The question caught Lori by surprise. Why do you care? She looked at the foot in her lap and focused on it as she said, “…Probably watch a movie…nothing special. Dinner maybe.”

“A romantic dinner…candles,” Agatha hummed, as if she was recalling some memories. “Then fuck his brains out huh.”

Lori widened her eyes embarrassed and surprised. She chuckled nervously, “Yeah…kinda.” She looked up, and felt uncomfortable under the woman teasing stare. Getting into the details of her personal life with this cunt was the last thing she wanted.

“Well…suit yourself.” Agatha shrugged, making Lori grin with a thankful look on her face.

“Really?” Lori said.

“Sure…if you think a romantic evening with your man is more important than staying true to your job responsibilities, then go to him.”

Lori’s confusion quickly turned to a frown on her face. What was she thinking, that the woman would all of the sudden grow a heart? If anything, it must’ve heightened her pleasure to know that her games were fucking up with Lori’s relationship.

“What…you wanna leave.” Agatha smiled, already knowing the answer.

“No,” Lori directed her cold stare downwards at the foot in her lap and just kept rubbing.

“That’s my good girl.” Agatha said, stroking Lori’s cheek with her toes.

Lori violently turned her face away from the touch of Agatha’s toes, and instinctively scowled at her. Agatha only smiled in response, probably knowing full well that a scowl was all that Lori was capable of.

Suddenly the door opened, and Agatha fidgeted in her seat nervously, her eyes snapping to the door. Lori turned, to see a young girl walk through it and into the living room. She had red long hair and was dressed in jeans and a conservative long blouse. “Hey…” the girl cocked her head questionably.

“Hey honey,” Agatha snickered nervously, pulling her foot from Lori’s hand. “You’re home early…done with your friends?”

“Yeah…” The girl walked closer, her eyes darting between her mother and the woman at her feet.

“Well…” Agatha said, “This is Lori…” she scampered to her feet gesturing for Lori to get up.

“Hey Lori.” The girl walked to her, extending her hand. “Emma.”

Lori shook it and nodded. “Nice to meet you Emma.”

Lori stepped back to stand beside Agatha, as Emma took her hand back and wiped it on her jeans, probably getting rid of the sweat.

“Lori is…a colleague of…mine.” Agatha said. She seemed desperately trying to speak clearly, but ended up half-slurring.

“Yeah…” Emma said, seeming quite relaxed herself. “What’s so special about this one…” she said then smiled at Lori. “You’re the first colleague to step foot in our house by the way.”

“Oh we’re just…best of friends…” Agatha wrapped her arms around Lori, shaking her up as they both kept looking forward. “…so I just thought I’d invite her in.”

“Humm.” Emma nodded, as she kicked her sneakers at the door then put them in the shoe rack. “Did you offer her something to eat or has she been massaging your feet since she arrived?” Emma said jokingly. “You’ll have to excuse my mom she’s not the best hostess.”

“Yeah…” Lori could only node, waiting for the conversation to end.

“We ate out,” Agatha said.

“Alright…I’ll be up in my room, leave you guys to it.”

“Don’t you wanna do something…” Agatha smiled eagerly, letting go of Lori’s shoulders. “Lori was just about to fuko—to leave.”

Emma stood there, seeming like she was thinking of a polite way to refuse, before she said, “I…have some homework. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

There was a bit of awkward silence for a while, before Agatha nodded, with a wide smile on her mouth. “Cool-cool…” she said, watching Emma node affirmatively then go up the stairs.

A long, relived exhale came out of Agatha’s mouth as she kept her eyes on the stairs which Emma had just ascended, before she and Lori heard the door shut. Lori looked back, and saw that Agatha had walked back to her couch, so she went back to her position. “Your daughter?” she asked, taking Agatha’s extended foot.

Agatha only nodded, still eyeing the staircase with a cold look.

“Nice girl,” Lori said.

“She really is.” Agatha sighed then grabbed her glass again, before lighting another cigarette. She must’ve noticed Lori eyeing her naked finger again, as she said, “Divorced.”

Gee, I wonder why? Lori smiled. She looked up at Agatha, noticing the cold look on her face. She didn’t seem that thrilled with how her relationships developed. She and her sister didn’t seem that close, judging by their brief exchange at Agatha’s office. Her relationship with her daughter seemed, quite awkward more than anything, but there wasn’t really that much to be told about a brief exchange like the one Lori had just witnessed. Lori really based all her suspicions on Agatha’s personality more than anything else.

“You be wary of that, if you ever get married,” Agatha said, in a genuine, advising tone. “You may think he loves you…but sooner or later, he’ll find himself a secretary to fuck, then fuck off to France.”

That was, a bit more detail than Lori had asked for. She didn’t know if it was the booze talking or if Agatha wanted a response from her, empathy.

“I’m just saying…” Agatha continued with a sigh. “Men can be pigs.”

Lori focused on the foot in her lap. “When they’re married to an alcoholic cunt they are,” Lori muttered unconsciously, then her eyes shot wide open with dread, hearing what she’d said. She looked up slowly, to see Agatha’s confused eyes, like she was making sense too of what she’d just heard.

“What…” Agatha shook her head. “What did you say to me?”

“Nothing I’m sorry.” Lori whispered then gulped, her lungs shivering.

Agatha’s face screwed up, her eyes fuming in anger Lori hadn’t seen before. Lori only shivered in fear under the menacing stare and the narrowing eyes. STUPID CUNT. She cursed at herself. Agatha was conversing with her, for once, talking about her life with her, and all she managed to do was deliver a cheap insult. Brilliant.

With worried eyes, Lori watched the woman straighten up, then lean forward, her cigarette holding hand swinging in the air then—Smack. She tumbled to the side, her face burning, her glasses had flown off and clattered on the wooden floor. She held her red cheek, feeling Agatha’s big handprint sting on it, and looked up from her position on the ground, as her eyes teared up with pain. She sniffled, and seeing nothing but the angry, drunken face of the red-haired woman, she started whining. “You…can’t…do this to me…” Lori said. Humiliating her was one thing…assaulting her was another. Agatha shouldn’t do this. She shouldn’t take the liberty to strike her.

Bad thing to say, as Agatha took it as a sign to leap to her feet, crouch beside Lori, and swing her heavy arm again, striking Lori on the side of her face. Lori took the slap then rose her hands, holding them in front of her face in defense, but stayed silent, in fear of another.

“Tell me again…slut.” Agatha slurred whispering with a sharp tone. “Tell me again about what I can and cannot do.”

Lori just kept her hands raised in front of her, and waited for the raging monster above her to calm down. Agatha kept breathing heavy breaths, her eyes staring menacingly at the scared woman beneath her. Eventually, she took a deep breath, then rose up. “Apologize.” She said, in a calm, leveled voice.

“Sorry,” Lori said, her voice devoid of all emotions.

“Properly.” Agatha nudged her stomach harshly with her toe.

At first, Lori didn’t know what that meant. Sorry was a proper apology, but for the fucked-up witch who’d been ruining her life, it wasn’t. She turned on her belly, and shifted till her face was above the feet of the woman who she loathed most in this world, and steeled herself to repeat the messed-up act. “Sorry.” she winced against the sharp stench of Agatha’s feet, before she bent her head down and lay a kiss on the top of her toes, feeling the sweat stain her lips. Agatha didn’t move, neither say anything, which told Lori that she wasn’t satisfied, so she pressed her puckered lips against the moist fabric again. “Sorry Miss Santana.” And again, forcefully, sucking up a breath of the stench she was failing to get used to.

Agatha stooped down, scratching the back of Lori’s head with her fingers. “You keep…forgetting your place…Lori,” she said in a kind tone, that didn’t appear unless Lori was at her lowest. “And you keep forcing me to remind you.”

“…I won’t forget anymore.”

“What are you?”

Lori said, like a mindless drone. “Your bitch.”

“Who owns you.”

“…You do…” She said, “You own me.”

Lori felt herself hit a new low. To be slapped around, then to cower at the ground, grovel at the feet of the woman who slapped her. What self-respecting woman—right…she wasn’t a self-respecting woman anymore. She was whatever Agatha allowed her to be. All the time, while staring with dead eyes at the tops of Agatha’s feet, she repeated in her head, it’s only for a time…only temporary…it’s not forever.

Agatha let her go home after that, even called in a private cab for her. The drive home proved longer than she’d thought. It took about three hours from Agatha’s house to hers. She arrived at eleven, to find Bill dozing off in front of the TV in the living room, probably waiting for her to get home. She was almost thankful he was asleep. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She knew that if he asked her if she was alright, if she heard his kind tone and felt his gentle arms wrap around her, after she had been basically treated like less than an animal, she’d break down crying.

She didn’t even care to change her clothes, and she didn’t wake him up from his sleep on the sofa. She just threw herself in bed and closed her eyes. Her throat refused to loosen up, and kept chocking, and the picture of Agatha’s face refused to leave her vision. It was a tormenting feeling, to loath someone this much and be totally powerless to get back at them for what they did to you. The only thing in Lori’s power was quitting, and Agatha would still win if she did that. She’d go along her life, probably find another poor girl to fuck with, and Lori would have to fix her fractured career, and heal whatever emotional scars this disturbing treatment was leaving on her.

She’d said to herself that she was going to keep moving forward strong, but she couldn’t now. Agatha’s eyes kept staring at her, forbidding her to sleep, so she started crying, hoping that would help her. And it did. She hugged her covers to her chest and cried herself to sleep, with Agatha’s blue-eyed stare tormenting her until she cried enough to be allowed to drift off.

Every day, she went to work, knowing what was awaiting her. Every day she’d go, run between offices, fetch Agatha her documents and her coffee and whatever else she wanted fetched, summoned by get your ass in here, and dismissed by fuck off. None of it bothered her anymore really, she’d grown used to it. She had lost a part of herself getting used to it, but she was happy it didn’t get to her anymore. No matter how much Agatha tried to belittle her or make fun of her, she didn’t show a single tear, but even took it with a smile at times.

Agatha invited her back to her home almost every day. They pretty much spent most of their day together, and Lori spent the majority of that time either at Agatha’s feet, or—her new task—tidying up Agatha’s house. Agatha had fired her maid apparently, cause she didn’t need one anymore; she got her handy little assistant, so Lori spent a good portion of her day mobbing floors and cleaning windows, all in her pants and blazer. Agatha would usually make her do her cleaning when Emma wasn’t there, but when Emma saw her once, Agatha told her daughter that she wanted to start taking care of the house herself from now on, and Lori just offered to help, cause they were such good friends.

Lori of course went along with the lie. She thought about telling Emma how horrible her mother was, but she knew that would be asking for hell gates to open on her, and besides, Emma probably already knew it. She doubted that the college girl was in the dark when it came to her messed-up mother.

One thing that caught Loir’s attention, cause of how much time she was spending with her thirty-something-year-old boss, was how little time Agatha spent with her sister and daughter. That exchange: Agatha asking to hang out, and Emma or Elia refusing and saying they have plans, reoccurred, a lot. They always had some excuse, Elia either had plans with her husband or work, and Emma either had plans with her friends or school. When that happened, Lori would spot a look of total sadness, close to a beaten dog, on Agatha’s face, just for a moment, before the cold face would replace it. She’d feel bad for her if she weren’t such a cunt.

With how much time she spent at work and at Agatha’s place, she hardly had time for anything else. Consequently, she and Bill fought, a lot. He’d go on and on about how much he missed her, and she’d counter with arguments that her job just needed a lot of her time right now, and it was only temporary. Him, not wanting to risk being selfish, and opting to be supportive, would always cave first, but the next fight always came fiercer.

During every fight, Lori couldn’t stop herself wondering, what would he do if he knew how she was spending her time at work, whether he would still love her if he knew what a spinless wimp she’d allowed herself to be treated like, all for the sake of her precious career.

Today was another Friday, which Lori had spent half of at work with Agatha alone, and was now driving to Agatha’s house to spend what remained of her night. Like every Friday, Agatha only invited her back to her home once she was sure that her daughter and sister were busy for the night. Agatha had called both of them today, Elia had to work, Emma had a birthday to attend.

“Miss,” she said and took a U-turn.

“Humm?” Agatha asked lazily, while she looked out the window.

“…How long…are you planning to keep this going?” She asked the question she’d been fretting about asking since they took off. Agatha was in a good mood today, and for once, there wasn’t an ounce of alcohol in her. She hadn’t drunk today yet.

“Keep what going Lori?” Her tone irritated. “Speak clearly.”

“Keeping me as your assistant…it’s been…months.”

“So?” Agatha said. “It takes years to earn a promotion. You youngies have little patience.”

Lori took a breath and focused on the wheel. “I’ve been good…” She couldn’t stop herself. “haven’t I…Aren’t I playing by your rules? I’m doing my best.”

Agatha puffed, but looked kind of convinced. She shrugged, “I suppose. I mean…” she smiled teasingly. “Your foot rubs have reached…professional levels. And you get my coffee on time…you don’t complain half as much as you used to. Yeah, you’re doing alright.”

A feeling of pride reluctantly overtook her. She didn’t want to feel proud for these trivial acts, but they were literally the only accomplishments she could look back on. “Thanks Miss.”

Agatha nodded like she was saying you’re welcome.

Lori waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. Lori kept driving in silence for a while, before she said, “So…Boss—”

“Hush…stop here for a sec.” Agatha said, lurching forward.

Lori, confused as to why she should park on a busy street, asked, “Here why—”

“Stop I said.” Agatha snapped at her. “Idiot.”

Lori drove to the right, and let the car park slowly. She looked at Agatha who was still staring out the window in silence. What is she even looking at? “Boss…?”

After a long while of silence, Lori bent to the side to look through Agatha’s window. There was a restaurant at their side, about twenty meters away. After a while of searching for something worth looking at, or worth this sudden stop, Lori recognized one of the customers, then quickly recognized the one they were sitting with. Elia and Emma.

Lori straightened her back, and sat in her seat, not knowing what to say.

For about three minutes, Lori just sat there, eyeing her silent boss who kept her body leaning forward, looking out the window in dead silence. She spotted that beaten dog look again, it stayed longer this time, however. After a while, Agatha leaned back, her face cold, and simply nodded forward without looking at Lori, who took that as a sign to move.

They reached home, and as Lori took her sneakers off at the door, her worried eyes watched Agatha immediately make her way to her kitchen cabinet, taking out that fucking bottle of whisky. Good luck reopening the conversation now, Lori thought.

She scorned while she watched Agatha put her bottle and glass at the kitchen counter then pour herself half a glass. Agatha gulped it down in one go, her face wincing, before she put the glass down again with a thud, then poured herself another, and froze as she propped herself on the counter, breathing heavily as she looked down.

She felt like she had to say something, but she didn’t know what to say, and she wouldn’t risk saying the wrong thing. She stood there with her hands behind her back, waiting, praying that Agatha would take the glass, leave the bottle, then sit on her damn couch.

Her face lit up as she watched Agatha do just that. She took her glass then walked to her couch, before her eyes snapped towards Lori. Knowing what that meant, she nodded then walked towards her, taking her usual position at her feet.

She put Agatha’s long boot in her lap, before she started unzipping it. “Did I tell you how fabulous you look today miss?” Another thing Lori had forced herself to get used to, was giving Agatha compliments, without being asked. Just another technique she’d started utilizing, in order to stay at her boss’s good side; and she so wanted to stay at her good side at all times. She probably should’ve developed this skill earlier, but she’d learned her lesson.

It was amazing how easily she could make Agatha unwind after a stressful day, or outright make her laugh her ass off, by simply acting like a pathetic ass-kisser. It had been hard for her before, but she had no pride to protect anymore. With Agatha’s mood this shitty, Lori needed to use her secret weapon now.

To her disappointment, Agatha didn’t care to respond, but just stared over her head in silence. She pursed her lips, and eased Agatha’s shoe off her foot. As usual, a wave of warm stench wafted over her, smothering her nostrils. Not caving to the natural temptation of turning her face away from the offensive smell, she breathed in, letting it enter freely. She still hadn’t grown used to Agatha’s foot smell, but she never tried to brush it off anymore.

She grabbed the socked foot, and raised it to her face, while her eyes kept staring at Agatha, waiting for her to look her way, she took a sniff, a deep one, like she was breathing in an appetizing scent; Agatha always liked that, nothing made her happier than seeing Lori humble herself this way, willingly sniffing the stink of her feet. She decided to say something to get her attention. She pushed her glasses up her nose. “Why does it smell like spring in here all the sudden.” She smiled, waiting for a reaction.

But this time, Agatha looked down at her coldly, before she harshly pulled her foot away, then kicked her other boot into Lori’s stomach, making her yelp. Lori unscrewed her pained face, then started unzipping the other boot, taking the clue to keep her mouth shut.

With both boots off, Lori tried to grab her boss’s foot to give her her foot-rub, but Agatha wiggled it off, and instead raised her leg and rested her foot on Lori’s shoulder, keeping the other planted on the ground. They spent a minute or so like this, both of them silent, and Agatha taking sips from her drink, before she finally said, “What were you saying in the car earlier?”

Relieved to open the conversation, but afraid to have it while Agatha was in this state, Lori mumbled, “Oh…it’s nothing. We can talk later boss.”

“No come on…” Agatha said, nudging her cheek with her toe. “I’m all ears.”

“…” Lori took a breath. “I was just…wondering, about when well you…you know…give me what we talked about.”

“The promotion?”

“…Yes.” Lori said, not committing the mistake of raising her hopes up. “The promotion.”

“Well…” Agatha nodded. “I guess I can’t hope to keep you as my assistant forever right.”

The slight sense of warmth, sent a weird feeling down Lori. Do you want to keep me as your assistant? She didn’t know if it was her messed up mind talking, but the question made her feel good, special, that Agatha saw her like something valuable, that she wanted her to stay. She shook her head, as if to wake herself up. Of course she wanted her to stay; what sadistic cunt wouldn’t love a subservient girl at her beck and call, to make fun of, to reducible and belittle, and abuse. Agatha did value her, in her own twisted way. Where else would she find someone whose career mattered more to them than their dignity.

If there was one thing that Lori had made sure to stay wary of, was to not get attached. She’d gotten used to Agatha’s treatment, and sometimes, they’d just sit there and talk, for long periods. Lori would be working her hands on Agatha’s feet or cleaning around the apartment, or –rarely, Agatha would cook them both dinner—and they’d just…chat, laugh together.

At these moments, although for a the briefest of moments, Lori would forget about her situation, and she’d feel like she was in the company of a friend. And every time, she’d smother that feeling down in its prime, reminding herself of what the woman was doing to her, that Agatha was no friend, but a sadistic cunt who was ruining her life.

She looked up at Agatha’s calm face, and smiled, nodding. “Well, you know why I’m doing this in the first place.”

“Yeah…” Agatha nodded. “I know.” She took a gulp from her drink, then smiled down. “Forgive me…I forgot. For a second there, I forgot what a slut you are.”

Lori frowned, then removed it immediately, replacing it with a passive face. She was yet to get used to those names. Agatha didn’t call her that often, not for months, not unless she was in a terrible mode, and trying to fix that mode by drinking.

“You realize that’s what you are right.” Agatha twisted her head, her eyes narrow. “A sluttt.”

“Miss Santana…” Lori chuckled nervously, looking down.

“What?” Agatha said. “You don’t like to hear it. Or maybe…” she said in a curious tone. “You don’t believe it.”

What the hell did she want from her. Why was she abusing her now? Lori’s thought was interrupted by Agatha’s foot sliding down from her shoulder, only to stop at her breast. Just having it there was enough to make her nervous, but when it shifted, inserting itself between Lori’s blazer buttons, Lori trembled.

“Take your blazer off,” Agatha said, out of nowhere, making Lori look up in shock.

“What?”

“Take your blazer off.”

“Why?”

“Cause I said so.”

Getting uncontrollably scared, she whined. “Miss Santana why do I need to take my—” Agatha’s drink splashed over her face. She gave a high-pitched yelp as she held her hands up, feeling the whisky trickle down her face and soak her shoulders.

“It’s wet,” Agatha said, before she pushed the sole of her foot against Lori’s face and kicked her away, making her fall on her back. “Go grab me my bottle.”

Lori, holding her shouts, feeling her limps shiver in anger and fear both, rose to her feet, and wiped her hands over her face. Some of her hair was wet, tricking down the floor as she walked to the kitchen counter. She handed Agatha her precious bottle.

“Take it off Lori I’m not asking again,” Agatha said, pouring a glass.

With her face red as blood, Lori unbuttoned her blazer, then slid it off her shoulder. Agatha nodded towards the ground, instructing Lori to kneel. She did, and Agatha leaned forward, looking straight in her eyes.

Lori winced, as two cold fingers touched her neck, then gently, slid down. Her hands instinctively shot up, holding Agatha’s hand just when it took hold of one of her buttons. She couldn’t speak, and only stared pleadingly at Agatha’s cold gaze.

“It’s okay…little one.” Agatha said, in a kind tone. “I own you remember.”

With that, she brushed Lori’s hands away, and undid her first button, then the second, parting the sides of her white shirt. Next, she let her hand slip in, her fingers caressing the upside of Lori’s breast. “What are you doing.” Lori whined, shivering under the cold touch on her breast. Only Bill touched her there.

Her hand slipped under Lori’s bra, making her wince in shock, as she felt Agatha’s palm make contact with her breast. “Proving a point,” Agatha said, as she clutched her tit.

“Agatha!” Lori gave a high-pitched yelp as she tried to wiggle away, but Agatha put her drink down, and used her free hand to grab a handful of her hair, pinning her.

“What….” She squeezed Loir’s tit in her grip, as she pulled her face closer so that it was inches away from her own. “Slut.”

“Please…” Lori pleaded, hearing her plead come out as a pathetic whine, feeling her scalp burn from Agatha’s grip. “Stop.”

“If I didn’t…” Agatha tugged harder at her hair, looking in her eyes with determination. “What will you do…Let me guess…nothing.” She snickered. “You’ll cry…suck it up…like every other insult I’ve been throwing your way. Right?”

Lori closed her eyes in shame. She couldn’t deny it, but she didn’t expect Agatha of all people to be the one to call her out on it.

“You know…the only thing, the only nice thing I had to say about you, before all of this…was your unquestionable sense of pride. It was…admirable…obnoxious.” She widened her eyes for emphasis. “But admirable. But it turns out…that too, was a front, a joke. Everything about you is a joke. A prideful little whore…” She dug her fingers in Lori’s breast, making her squirm.

“You forced me to—”

“Shut up bitch…” She pulled her hair. “You had a choice. You could’ve quit, resigned, moved to another company. But no, a narcissistic bitch like you needs to work at the best company ever right. You’re perfectly willing to lick the dirt off the bottoms of my shoe in here, so you can walk with false pride out there.” She narrowed her eyes. “Here you are still…allowing me to have my way with your body. You’re no better than a woman who’d sleep around for a job. If I was a man…you’d be slobbering on my cock.”

To her shame, Lori thought about the possibility of that being true. But it wasn’t…she didn’t choose this rood…Agatha made her. She’d tried to make her way up through hard work, but that simply didn’t work, and it wasn’t her fault. She wasn’t some cheap slut that tried to fuck her way up the ladder. She did choose her career over her dignity, but Agatha made her take that choice, she had no right to judge her.

“Guess what…slut…” Agatha said, tugging on her hair, forcing her eyes to tear. “If you want to get that promotion through being a cheap little ass-kisser, you’ve hardly paid your dues. You need to earn it…”

“I’VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU ASKED.” Lori screamed, the pulling of her hair making the pain in her scalp unbearable. Agatha let go of her tit, only to slap her, causing her cheek to sting.

“Watch your fucking tone.” Agatha gripped her face, digging her fingernails through her cheeks and forcing her lips to pucker. “You did everything I asked and I’m still not impressed…how about that cunt.” She shook her head. “Got a problem with that.” The menacing blue-eyed stare only allowed Lori to shake her head, slightly however, as Agatha’s grip was still strong on her face. “I’m not impressed by your pathetic attempts…if you want me to promote you, as a reward for your…pathetic ass-kissing, as a reward for simply being utterly worthless and pathetic, you’ll need to try much…much harder. You need to really crawl up my ass to earn it.”

“What do you want from me?” Lori mumbled, through puckered lips, as her face was still squashed tightly in the woman’s harsh grip. “What do you want?” She asked in defeat and loss.

“You’re probably willing to say yes to anything aren’t you?” Agatha said, a sly smile curled up her mouth, amused. “That’s how cheap you truly are.”

With that thought, Lori dreaded what was playing in her boss’s mind. She was right. She’d say yes to almost anything, cause otherwise, all of this would be for nothing. She couldn’t bear getting out of this nightmare with nothing to show for it…she just couldn’t.

“What if I tell you to give me head.”

Lori’s face fell, as she stopped herself from gagging, watching Agatha smile in delight as a reaction.

“Would you do that for me Lori…” Agatha said, in a mocking tone. “Would you get your tongue out…and lap my pussy…like a slutty little dyke.”

“I’m not…a…” She stuttered. “I I…” She had trouble speaking as she shivered and stared in the cold pair of amused eyes. “I’m not a—lesbian…” She was still getting over her shock, when she saw Agatha shrug.

“Wow, I didn’t think sexuality is a strong enough barrier for a resilient slut like you…” Agatha snickered, before she shoved Lori away, making her tumble to the ground. “However…I’m only fucking with you…I have no interest in having your disgusting tongue anywhere near my pussy.”

Lori struggled to her knees, far from relieved. Her hands instinctively hugged her shirt to her exposed chest, as Agatha eyed her, her intentions obviously vicious.

“I have a more…” Agatha wiggled her head, thinking. “Appropriate, place for that tongue of yours.”

Lori’s shoulder sagged, as she speculated what the twisted woman meant. She looked down in defeat. She imagined herself following through with Agatha’s disgusting condition. Was she really that…prideless? She’d already let herself be humiliated more than she’d ever thought she would, but the act she thought was running through Agatha’s mind now, would surely sink her to a new low. Maybe she should get to her feet, tell the woman to fuck herself, and storm out of the house, let her nightmare end, go back to Bill’s loving warm arms and his kind loving words, live the rest of her life and keep whatever remained of dignity. She’d find another job, start from the bottom, work her way up, try to forget.

“I can see you’re a bit lost…” Agatha crossed her legs, dangling her socked foot casually as Lori gave her a hate-filled glare. “It’s normal, every now and then…a woman like you will get a bit unmotivated, so let me…fix that for you.”

Lori listened curiously, without a word.

“I’ll…write a letter of recommendation…tonight…” Agatha said, smiling as a reaction to Lori’s widened eyes. “I’ll write it to our office at Jamani. It’s a bit further from where you currently work but I suspect that won’t be a problem. The further away from me the better right–”

“For. What. Position?” Lori interrupted, her tone bearing a mixture of weakness and strength.

Agatha smiled. “For a position better than the one you’ve been debasing yourself for. A step above. My letter is pretty much your guaranteed ticket to land the job, you know that. You’ll be at your new office two days from now, and you’ll never have to see my face again.” She shook her foot, her mouth smirking knowingly. “Interested?”

She couldn’t speak, but her face said it all. One final act. One final humiliation. Less than an hour, and all her troubles would be over, she could put this sickening nightmare behind her and not have to see that sadistic cunt again. Agatha must’ve seen her answer on her face, cause she chuckled, shaking her head. “You never disappoint…Lori.” Agatha said, “Hand me your phone.”

“…why?”

“I’ll film this.” Agatha said carelessly.

“The hell you are.” Lori spat. “What are you crazy.”

“It’s your phone…idiot,” Agatha said. “Now give it, before I change my mind.”

Lori scorned at her, but she took her phone from her blazer. She hesitated just before Agatha reached to take it, which made Agatha frown. “Bitch do you think I need to blackmail you.”

She handed her the phone, then took her place at her knees.

“Remove your shirt…and your bra…I want those slutty tits on full display for this.” She said, not even looking, as if confidant Lori would obey. Her confidence wasn’t misplaced, as Lori turned her mind off, and stripped out of her shirt. Before she unbuttoned her bra, she said, “If it’ll be on my phone why do you want to film it…?”

“I’ll watch it once before I give it to you…This is a first for me, I expect it’s a first for you too, not the last though I bet…you’ll always find a new boss to suck-up to.” She giggled. “Once a slut always a slut.”

Lori could only growl in response, as she unbuttoned her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She kneeled there, her hands on her breast by instinct. She felt exposed. She was exposed. She pushed her glasses up her nose, before she realized she’d better take them off, so she did, sitting them on the coffee table.

“Alright,” Agatha took a gulp of her whisky, as she reached the Camera app. She looked at Lori, then snickered once she saw her covering her breasts. “Slutty Lori getting all shy? Hands off, let’s see those udders.”

Lori bit her lip at the labeling, resisting the urge to lunge at the woman. Almost over…Lori…Almost over. She took a deep breath, before removing her hands, letting her tits hang down.

“Ssssexy,” Agatha laughed, making her blush. “Bill is such a lucky guy.”

“Jealous?” Lori said instinctively, her tone the least friendly.

Agatha only smiled. “Alright bitch…I want a smile on your face the whole time…one moment of hesitation, or if you suddenly get into this victim mentality shit and start crying like a little bitch on camera, we do the whole thing again…got it. I want you doing this with pride…consider it…an interview, this is your chance to really earn…your position.” Agatha said, unable to stop her giggling.

Lori nodded coldly. She had no more tears to give. Half an hour at most, and this would be over. If anything, she wouldn’t be that surprised if her smile would be genuine while committing the act.

“Fantastic,” Agatha said, taking a big gulp straight from her bottle. She shook her head, as if to excite herself, then pressed the record button. “Hey bitch…”

Was she supposed to respond to that? “…Hey?” She said, fidgeting on the ground.

“Why are you here?” Agatha said, then took another gulp, wincing.

“…” she didn’t understand, so Agatha repeated, irritated. “What are you about to do, dummy?” she asked while dangling her socked foot in front of the camera. At the same time, she gestured for Lori to smile, so Lori put on a wide, fake grin.

“I’m…” She took a deep breath. Her head suddenly felt light at having to state it aloud. “I’m…I’m gonna, lick your ass.”

“Lick—No…Eat…You’re gonna eat my ass right?”

“…Yes.” She looked into the camera; her smile intact. “I’m gonna eat your ass.” Her eyes darted between the camera and Agatha’s smirking face. She had to be looking pathetic, kneeling there with her tits on show. Turn off your fucking brain for a sec. She shook her head. “Can we get this over with…?” She said.

“Ohhhh.” Agatha said in a bubbly tone. “Eager little girl aren’t you.”

“Yeah I can’t wait.” Lori said, the sarcasm clear in her tone.

“First…” Agatha extended her foot. “Kiss my foot…thank me for the privilege.”

Lori scorn showed only for a second, before her forced smile returned, as she grabbed Agatha’s socked foot as it dangled in the air. Agatha angled her foot so that the sole was in Lori’s face, so Lori kissed it, laying one kiss after the other. She avoided breathing the smothering stench, dreading the horrible smell she’d have to deal with soon.

“That’s it…” Agatha said, rubbing her other foot on Lori’s exposed breast, making her squirm. “You like that.”

No. Lori didn’t like that. But she couldn’t help but feel a slight tingle run down her spine. She hated the situation and loathed the woman, but couldn’t help but weaver while the fabric of Agatha’s sock rubbed on her nibble. She closed her eyes, unable to hold Agatha’s tormenting smirk.

Agatha kept her doing that for a while, rubbing her sweaty socked-foot on her face while Lori kissed the sole with her eyes closed shut, waiting for it all to end. After what she supposed was about five minutes, the foot left her face, so she opened her eyes, to see Agatha rise to her feet.

She watched her press something on her mobile, probably pausing the record, before she unbuttoned her pants. Lori kneeled motionless as Agatha let her pants fall to the ground then kick them to the side, then stand there with her shirt and black panties.

After giving her one final smirk, taunting her silently about what she was about to do, the tall woman turned, giving Lori her butt.

“Slide them down.” Agatha slurred, with a heavy breath.

Lori gulped, reminding herself that it was almost over, then did just that. She inserted her fingers between the woman’s panties and her waist, feeling a cold shiver down her spine. She pulled them down, slowly revealing Agatha’s naked ass.

“Now I don’t want to remind you…” Agatha warned. “Give it your best effort. Your career depends on how well you manage to eat that ass you got it.”

Lori only hummed in response, trembling at the sight in front of her.

“Part my cheeks and dig in, ass eater.” Agatha mocked, chuckling, her heavy fast breaths a testament to how much she was enjoying all of this.

Lori took a deep breath, then put her palms on Agatha’s smooth asscheeks, feeling a chill run down her body from having to touch another woman that way. She parted them, and quickly realized what a big mistake it was to keep her eyes open, as the sight that greeted her made her gag. She hadn’t even started yet, but her eyes uncontrollably started reddening, as she shivered with fear and felt light in the head, “I—I—I can’t…I don’t want to I can’t…I don’t want t—I can’t—” She stuttered, feeling genuinely scared.

“I—I—I, ca-ca” Agatha mocked, not pleased. “Shut up and get it over with…”

“It’s too sexual—”

“It’s my asshole not my pussy…” Agatha spat, then giggled. “Don’t worry…Bill won’t mind would he. Actually…pretend I’m him…that should make it easier for you.”

“Why the fuck would that make it easier.”

“I don’t know just do it already.” Agatha sighed, emphasizing by kicking her heel into Lori’s thigh. “Eat me…come on…lick my ass lick your way up the corporate ladder come on.”

Lori closed her eyes, mustering up her courage—or whatever needed to be mustered to do something so degrading—and shoved her face in. Agatha’s cackling laughs rang in her ears as she poked her tongue out and licked. She licked once, then gagged from the taste. It wasn’t that…bad, it tasted surprisingly sweet. The smell was surprising too; if anything, it smelled like a sweaty armpit. Fuck my life that I have to know this information. She unscrewed her face, forced herself to lick again, then kept licking, rubbing her tongue on the wrinkled hole.

“That’s my good girl…” Agatha propped herself on the sofa with her hands, amused by the sound of Lori’s lapping tongue. “Acting like you’re all high and mighty…look at you now slut…look at you now.” She shouted with excitement.

Lori tried to ignore the words as much as she could, and just focused on shoving her tongue deeper; her best efforts right. Withb her face squashed hard against the woman’s buttocks, and with her tongue nestled deep in her asshole, she heard Agatha moan in delight.

“That’s it slut…suck my asshole…” Lori winced as her hair was pulled, shoving her face tighter. “Suck your fucking promotion out of my ass you ass eating whore.”

She did. She pushed forward, sealing her lips around Agatha’s butthole and sucked, keeping her tongue lapping viciously.

It went on, making Lori feel like it wasn’t going to end. Her tongue was aching, her arms were getting numb from having to part Agatha’s cheeks, and her neck sored from being painfully bent backward, as Agatha was almost using her face to prop her ass, at the same time pulling her closer in with a harsh clutch on her hair. The taunts and the awful names didn’t stop, as Agatha stopped blistering her with her degrading labels only when she needed to take a breath and moan and chuckle at her misery. Her face was coated with sweat so much she felt it trickle down the sides of her face. She was in hell but she didn’t dare stop tonguing her boss’s asshole until she’d order her to. This was her ticket out of this nightmare, and she gave it all she had.

At last, the grip on her hair loosened, as she heard Agatha’s moans trail off. She collapsed back on her back, her hands instinctively shot to cover her red face in shame as she started sobbing, and let one of her arms cover her exposed tits. She heard Agatha sit back on the couch, then heard her lighter click, as Agatha lit a cigarette. Next she heard the sound of what she supposed was bourbon being poured.

She didn’t want to open her eyes, she was too ashamed to even rise to her knees, so she stayed on the ground for a while, burying her face in her palms.

The long, relieved sigh Agatha gave only tormented her further. “Any chance I can keep you for an extra month.” Agatha snickered. “You’re something else Lori.”

She forced herself to say with a chocked-up throat, “Just please tell me what I want to hear…”

“Relax…I’ll write the recommendation as soon as you leave, I’ll send you the number you should call.”

Lori nodded, then forced herself to her knees, to see Agatha lounging on her couch lazily, a cigarette in one hand a glass in the other, like she didn’t have a care in the world. She got to her feet, snatched her bra then put it on. She put her shirt and blazer on, happy to be in the safety of her clothes again, then looked down at Agatha, who started at her like nothing had happened. “Can I have my phone back please?” She whispered, unable to meet the woman’s eyes. She suspected it would be a while until she’d manage to look into Agatha’s eyes again.

Agatha smiled teasingly, then gave it to her, and she responded with a cold stare. She walked to the door, slid on her sneakers, then left.

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Hey guys, hope you liked the story. Most of the my stories are about similar themes, I try to explore many fetishes and kinks but the humiliation and foot fetish aspect is pretty much there in every story. I’ll continue to post stories here regularly, but most of my stories and some continuation of old ones can be found on my Patreon. Writing these stories is hella fun, but it does take a good bit of time and effort, and I would really apreatiate your support. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed the good dean.

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fucked hard

On a hot Saturday Morning in South Philadelphia, a cab pulls up to the building known as Viking Hall, the building also known for 8 years as the ECW Arena. Tammy Lynn Sytch pays the cab driver and exits the vehicle. As the taxi drives off, Tammy looks at the building with a tear in her eye.

“I’m here Chris…” Tammy says as she wipes her eye. Tammy takes a deep breath and enters the building. The familiar aroma of the building hits Tammy like a tidal wave, as memories of happier times overwhelm her. As Tammy roams the empty arena, she remembers her debut in ECW… She remembers her countless catfights… She remembers the fans… her friends… and of course, her now deceased long time love, Chris Candido. Tammy takes a deep breath and makes her way to where the actual ring area is. Tammy stops at the entrance and takes in the sight of a battered ring sitting at the center of the room surrounded by empty chairs. Tammy almost cries from being in the ring area, but her mood does a 180 when she sees some familiar faces standing in the ring. Standing in the ring is ECW’s court jester, The Blue Meanie, Danny Doring, “The Franchise” Shane Douglas, and “The Queen of Extreme” Francine.

“It’s weird being here after so long…” Francine says as she looks around.

“Not for me…” Meanie laughs a bit.

“That’s because you and Jasmine have been running shows here,” Douglas laughs, in his traditional way.

“Can’t blame him…” Doring shrugs, “This is a classic barn… filled with the true die hard fans of what we do…”

“Aww… someone’s getting misty…” Meanie laughs.

Tammy smiles as she watches the back and forth joking between Doring and Meanie. She walks to the ring and calls out, “I thought you guys never got misty…”

Everyone in the ring looks at Tammy and smiles.

“Hey Tammy looking good…” Meanie smiles as Douglas holds the ring ropes open so Tammy can climb into the ring.

“Why? Because I’m looking more like you,” Tammy laughs as she pokes fun at her own weight issue.

“Well…” Meanie laughs a bit, “There’s more of you to love.”

“Hardy Har, Har…” Tammy laughs as she punches Meanie’s shoulder. Francine approaches Tammy and gives her a hug.

“How are you doing… Since… Chris’s death…” Francine asks with a look of sympathy on her face.

“Oh… I’m doing better… Some days are really tough… like today…” Tammy sighs.

“I’m glad you could come, seriously,” Douglas smiles.

“Well… Chris would’ve wanted to be here… and… I think it could be closure for me personally…” Tammy replies.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re here too… man I remember when I first came into ECW… you and Chris were almost at the top,” Doring says as he gets a fond remembering look on his face. Tammy puts her hands on her chubby hips and smirks at him.

“You probably just remember me welcoming you with some ‘Sunny Delight’,” Tammy laughs.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Doring laughs a little.

“Hey speaking of which…” Douglas gets a grin on his face, and he looks at Francine and Tammy, “You two up for one more pre-show romp… for old time sakes?”

Francine laughs, “Sure why not…”

Tammy has a reluctant look on her face, “I… I don’t know… Chris is gone… and… I wouldn’t feel right…”

Francine puts an arm around Tammy, “It’s ok… although… Chris probably would’ve been all for it…”

Tammy looks at Francine and smiles, “You’re right… he’d probably suggest it and have you bent over by now…”

“Is that a suggestion, cause if it is…” Doring has a big smirk on his face as he moves behind Francine and unzips her dress. Francine looks over her shoulder at him and licks her lips as she shimmies a bit to get her dress to fall to her feet. Francine is not wearing a bra, but is wearing a thong that is quickly taken down by The Blue Meanie. Francine gets down to her knees and tugs down Meanie’s shorts to unleash his 15″ cock while Doring quickly disposes of his own clothing to show off his 12″ Danaconda.

“God I miss the old days,” Francine moans before taking their cocks into her hands and then taking the Meanie’s into her mouth. Francine fucks her own face with his cock, bobbing her head violently along his shaft while pumping Doring’s cock with both of her hands. Salving drips out of the sides Francine’s mouth as she gets almost Meanie’s entire dick past her lips.

As this is happening, Tammy and Douglas have stripped out of their clothes and Tammy is sitting on the top turnbuckle in one of the corners. She holds onto the top rope as The Franchise buries his face between her legs. Douglas laps his tongue against Tammy’s fat pussy lips, licking as fast as he can. Tammy rocks back and forth on the top turnbuckle to press her pussy again his face. Douglas takes hold of Tammy’s fat thighs to keep her still before she falls.

“Ohhhh ohhh Shane…” Tammy moans as she leans back and enjoys the Franchise’s tongue work. As Tammy is getting eaten out, Francine is on top of the Blue Meanie, riding his freakish cock as hard as she can while all the while sucking Doring’s cock. Francine violently squeezes her breasts as she rocks back and forth on Meanie’s dick.

Tammy is now down on her hands and knees getting fucked doggy style by the Franchise. Douglas slams his cock in and out of Tammy’s pussy as she pushes back against him. Tammy’s fat ass cheeks jiggle each time they collide with Douglas’ thighs. Francine has now climbed off of Meanie and lies in front of Tammy. Tammy lowers her head and starts eating the Extreme Queen’s pussy. Meanie and Doring get near Francine’s head and she begins sucking the heads of both of their cocks.

The five of them soon change positions to where Tammy and Francine are in a 69, with Meanie fucking Tammy’s asshole. Tammy as her arms out and is stroking both of Doring and Douglas’s cocks while moving her head all over Francine’s pussy. Francine wraps one arm around Tammy’s body to squeeze the former Sunny’s ass while she finger bangs her cunt as she licks it. Tammy squirms all over Francine’s face as The Blue Meanie fucks her ass.

“Ohhhh ohhh fuck me….” Tammy screams as The Meanie gives her some sharp thrusts. After some time they all switch again. Tammy and Francine are side by side on their hands and knees getting fucked by Doring and Douglas respectively while they both snack on the Blue Meanie’s monster dick. Both women lick a side of his cock while taking turns bobbing their heads on it. Doring and Douglas fuck both of their pussies so hard that both women start to cum at almost the same instant.

The Trip of Men take their cocks away from the women and sit them side by side. Douglas, Doring and Meanie jerk off until they dump their cum all over Tammy and Francine’s beautiful faces. Tammy and Francine then lick the sperm off of each other’s faces and kiss each other. The former Sunny and the Queen of Extreme swap the semen between them before swallowing. Tammy and Francine smile at each other then at Meanie, Doring and Douglas.

“I think… this reunion… is so… extreme…” Tammy smiles as Francine kisses her cheek.

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my girlfriend was away for a week. She got so horny she told me her fantasy and wrote about it

we see a girl we like
she has the most amazing ass…I just want to reach out and put my hand between her cheeks
so I approach her
we’re at a club
and I start dancing with her and she starts grabbing me
and I tell her that we both like her
and that we want her
and she comes with us and we fuck her
–
first you go down on her
you show me how
and then I do it
and she comes
and when she comes, she’s a squirter…and that gets you so horny that you’re hard right away
and she starts going down on you
and then I want to join
so I do
and we are both licking you and sucking you off
and you come on us
you come on her tits and I lick it all off
and then it’s my turn and you both go down on me and suck on my tits
and then you’re hard again
and you start touching my pussy
and I want you inside me
I want your cock inside me so badly
so you put it in
and you start fucking me
and it feels amazing
I’m so wet that you’re having a hard time not coming again
so you stop yourself in order not to come too quickly
and you switch to her
you lick her wet pussy for a bit
and she asks you to fuck her ass
and you want to
so you do it
and it feels amazing
and she’s moaning in pleasure
and she’s on top of you facing down, toward your feet
so while you’re fucking her ass
I go down on her and I touch her wet pussy
and I lick your balls
and then as I watch, I start masturbating
because you guys look so good doing it
and you start watching me and you see me come
and it’s too much, and you can’t hold it anymore
and you come in her tight little ass
you come so much

so then we let you rest and she and I start making out
I tell her I want her, that she’s gorgeous
that I want to lick her and pleasure her
so I do
I start to lick her pussy and her ass and she loves it
I can’t get enough of that smell
her pussy smells delicious
and she’s so wet because she always wanted to do a girl
and I make her come even harder than before
and she soaks my face with her come
and you are just watching the whole time
and you get so horny just seeing how much I love it
that you get hard again and you beg me to let you fuck my ass
you want it so badly, you feel like you’re gonna burst
so you start licking it and putting a finger in it hoping you’ll soften me up
and she starts sucking on my tits and playing with my clit because she wants to see you fuck my ass, too
and I start getting hornier and I am on all fours
you are licking me from behind and it feels amazing
and I look down and I see that you’re touching your dick
that you’re pleasuring yourself
and in that moment I realize I need you to fuck my ass
I want it so badly
and I beg you to please do it
and you lick my ass and finger it until it’s more open and it’s all wet and squishy from the spit
and then you put the tip in and it feel better than anything you’ve ever felt
and you spit on it from up there and it falls right on your dick and you slide it, slowly, all the way into my ass
all the way
and I start to scream in pleasure
because I never expected it to feel so amazing

it’s complete ecstasy
and you are fucking my ass from behind while she is touching and playing with my clit
and playing wiht herself, too
and I am so horny that you both make me come at the same time
I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life
your dick puts pressure on my anus and on my pussy in the best way possible and I come come come
and she’s touching my pussy, so I come twice as hard
everything contracts at once and I am in heaven
it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt to have you inside me while she touches me and we’re all pleasuring each other
and you feel my asshole throb from how hard my pussy is spazzming because I came so much
and it tightens around your dick
and you before you know it you’re moaning in pleasure
you are coming inside my ass
you are coming so much, and you don’t know how because you’ve already come so much
but it feels perfect
you slide your dick in and out as your come keep squirting out
it’s so much that it’s dripping out of my ass already and I love it…I love your come
and she loves it, too
so much that she licks everything you just came
and she kiss me and gives me some of it so I can taste it
and it’s the best come I’ve ever tasted

god I wish I were there right now
I would lick your balls and suck on your dick
I just want to put it into my mouth and pleasure you until you come inside my mouth
I want to taste your come and then I want you to pull out and I want you to come on my face
I would love that so much
and I want you to slide one finger into my ass while you fuck my pussy so that I feel pleasure in both places
and I want you to fuck me so hard…until I come on your dick
until I make it all wet with my come
and I want to film us doing it
and I want to watch it and I want us to masturbate to it

I want us to touch ourselves and touch each other while watching the tapes of us fucking
did you come again yet?
just try to remember the smell of my pussy
and how hard it always gets you
how as soon as I come and you slide your hard cock inside of me, you can never last long because you’re so horny from watching me come
because you want me so much

I also have this one where you start out by fucking her tits..she has gorgeous tits…they’re round and big but not huge
just the right size
and it’s wet and it slides because I went down on you already
I spit all over your cock and it’s perfect and slippery
and you’re fucking her tits and I watch you and finger myself
and she sees me and she reaches out and turns me around and starts spanking me because she loves my ass
and then she licks my ass and she slides two fingers into my throbbing pussy
but then you want to taste me so you tell me to get on top of her doggy style so you can reach me while you fuck her pussy
so you put your dick in her wet pussy and you can feel the tightness and it feels so good
and you can smell my ass, too and you love that smell
you love it so much
and you’re licking my pussy and my ass and you have easy access so you can use your fingers and put them wherever you want
so you do
and I beg you to make me come
I beg you for more…so you do it
you put one finger in my ass and one in my pussy
and you slide them in and out, in and out
at first slowly and then you speed it up
and I moan because no one has ever done that to me before
and I had no idea it could feel so amazing
and so I come and I moan so loudly…I scream and I come so hard that my legs feel numb and I almost black out
and while you feel me come with your fingers you start to feel yourself come, too
you come into her beautiful little pussy and she feels the warmth of your come and she starts to go, too
you both come at the same time and I am watching it and loving it, it look amazing
and I love watching it so much that I have to drink it
I have to drink your come and hers
mixed up
so when you’re both done I slowly kiss her engorged and wet clit
and I smell your come mixed with her pussy
and I lick and I suck so I can get all that come out and it’s so delicious

it’s so delicious it’s indescribable
I feel like I could come all over again just from how good it all tastes
I drink it and it’s so amazing I can’t believe it
I love it so much that my nipples are hard and my wet clit is throbbing uncontrollably
and so she sees I’m still horny and she wants to pleasure me while you come down
and she tells you to watch
and she ties me up
she handcuffs me to the bedposts
and she wants to blindfold me but I say no, I want to watch
I want to see what she’s doing
and I want to see your face while she’s pleasuring me
so she grabs a vibrator and she starts rubbing it on my pussy
and then she slides the tip into my pussy and she spits and licks my clit
and then I ask her to put it in my ass because I know how good it will feel after how good it felt when you put your hard dick in my ass
so she does it
and I feel it vibrating inside my ass and I come all over again
and I look at your face and you love it
that’s your favourite thing
more than anything you love to watch me come
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I want you to masturbate to it tomorrow and the next day and the day after that
I want to re read it and get so horny that we both masturbate to it while watching each other
my pussy has been throbbing this entire time
did you come a lot?
I love how much you come
you come so much
I love when you come on my tits and on my stomach
oh god, I want that right now
if I had my computer I would’ve already come with you these 3 times
I would’ve put it on and shown you my tight pussy
I would’ve masturbated for you because I know how much you love it when I touch myself and come for you
I would’ve shown you how horny you make me
how much I want you and need you
how thinking of your rock hard dick make my pussy throb
so much that I have to touch myself
I have to come
I would have shown you my pussy while I went round and round on my clit
you love that

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Hermione is sexually tortured for information

Interrogation of Hermione, Ron and Harry
So I am a big fan of Harry Potter and a fan of sexual torture. So I thought I would try writing a story about both. All characters are 18 years of age or older Now this is my first time writing so please any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. So my thinking was that the world of Harry Potter would be the perfect place to to set my first story. I don’t own anything associated with Harry Potter, nor do I condone sexual assault or torture. This story does not reflect the actors or actress of Harry Potter. This story will be short because as I said this is my first story and the scene that I am taking it from is a shorter scene from the 7th book where the trio is captured and taken to the Malloy’s Manor to be turned over to the Dark Lord. But first Bellatrix Lastrange is in need of some information and decides to interrogate Hermione while the other two are taken down to the dungeon. Ok introduction done let’s get to the story. So since the spells used in my story do show up in the books here is a list of the spells that you will see in this story.
OrgasmMaxus- causes intense instant squirting orgasm.
Stimuliclitoral- creates the feeling of having the clit expertly stimulated, will cause a body shuddering orgasm if the jinx is held long enough.
Engorjoclitoris- causes the clot to swell in size by up to 10% also making it more sensitive.
Cockisrubicus- creates the feeling of having the cock expertly stimulated, will cause a body shuddering orgasm if the jinx is held long enough.
Cruicopleasurism- torture through sexual stimulation.
Avadastimulisexulo- causes death from the extreme and instant stimulation to the sexual organs.
Masturbatacus- causes the caste to start sucking themselves uncontrollably regardless of where they are and to a less then satisfying orgasm
Futaclitoral- causes the clot to grow into a cock, won’t reverse until said person reaches orgasm.
Imperiosexulo- the caste is bound to do the sexual desires of the caster.
Phantismfuck- give the feeling and pleasure of being be fucked without being fucked.
Erectuscockis- causes the caste to get a raging hard on.
Ejactulatesuspendo- time frame-when the caster casts this spell they indicate the amount of time they want to suspend the orgasm for.
Testicularcontrictus- causes a very painful squeezing of the testicles.
Stripifytotalus- strips the caste instantly of all their cloths.
Orgasmcontinum (time period)-causes the castee to continuously orgasm for that time period
Duplodickus- causes the castee to grow a second cock until orgasm
Pubisremoveus- cause the pubic hair to be painfully removed. The effects are regrettably only temporary hair grows back normally.
So Miss Granger while the former interrogation methods were effective we have come up a new form of interrogation but if you ate as smart as I hear you are lets see if you can figure it out. “First lets get you out of your cloths I like seeing my victims naked bodies, stripifytotalus.” Said Bellatrix and Hermione’s cloths flew off of her and into the fireplace. “now for the spell that should inform you if the type of interrogation methods that we have adopted, orgasmmaxus.” Bellatrix said and Hermione had the strongest orgasm she has ever had it was so strong that she squirted almost 10’ away from her. After she came down from her orgasm and her breathing returned to a somewhat normal pace. She looked at Bellatrix and said “You sadistic bitch while sexual torture is an excellent form of interrogation it still won’t get me to talk, I don’t care what you do to me my lips are sealed.” “Ok if that’s heat you think try this.” Bellatrix cast the engorjoclitrois and Hermione almost came just from that, then Bellatrix cast the stimuliclitoral and Hermione began to breath real heavily. Bellatrix ask “still won’t talk?” Hermione responded between moans “no I still wont talk.” “maybe you are not as smart as they you are lest add this to the mix.” Said Bellatrix and she cast phantismafuck and Hermione started moaning uncontrollably and when Bellatrix thought that Hermione was close to cumming she pull all the jinxs off and Hermione gave a sigh of relief. Bellatrix asked again “are you willing to talk yet?” and again Hermione responded with “no you bitch.” Bellatrix just shook her head and said “fine just know that you are bringing this on all on your own.” And Bellatrix cast futaclitotal and she watch Hermione’s little clit turn into an impressive 8 12 inch cock and Hermione actually had a little orgasm from it and as soon as she stopped cumming the cock started to shrink till she had her clot back but Bellatrix was not happy about that “did I tell you, you could cum, I guess we are going to have to teach you some self-control.” Bellatrix said, she cast the engorjoclitrois and Hermione breathing heavily again and was trying to say “please it wasn’t my fault.” But she was cut off by Bellatrix’s next spell stimuliclitoral and Hermione turned into a writhing moaning mess. Just as Hermione was about to cum Bellatrix cut off all stimulation and Hermione’s breathing slowed down to. Now Bellatrix began her questioning “what was the mission that Dumbledore sent you three to do.” “Fuck you, you cunt eating dike go Fuck yourself.” Spat Hermione Bellatrix responded “no I think I rather have you fuck me.” Hermione was going to respond but was cut off when Bellatrix cast the futaclitoral and Hermione felt a familiar tingling in her clit and Bellatrix warned “you had better not cum this time.” Hermione was trying her hardest and it was just enough because even though with her trying her hardest a little bit of cum still came out of her cock. “you know what I just realized my pussy is really dry and I don’t have any lube so I guess you are going to have get lubed up using your tongue. Before you try to argue that you have never done this, I don’t care your smart enough I’m sure you will learn quickly.” Bellatrix said and moving quickly so she didn’t have to listen to Hermione try and get out of doing it. “now weather you want it or not you are going to fuck me and you have two minuets to make me as wet as you can because I will be sinking down on that hard cock you have there and if it hurts me because you did get me wet enough then you will pay the price.” Hermione upon hearing that started having an internal debate with herself does she tell this both to get off of her and go fuck a hippogriff and take the punishment or does she do as this sick freak asked. Well Hermione’s defiant side wins out and she just lays there and does nothing. She resigns herself to the punishment that Bellatrix will serve her. So she tells Bellatrix “I’m not putting my tongue into your nasty pussy so do whatever it is you ate going to do to me because like I said I am not telling you a single thing.” “ok fine.” Bellatrix said. She then turned to two other death eaters “you two go get the Weasly boy. Now while we ate waiting for them to get back I am going to suck you off and you are going to shoot a load of cum down my throat weather you want to or not.” The fact that Hermione is unable to move doesn’t give her much of a choice. Bellatrix went to work on Hermione’s cock and she was doing a good job but Hermione was trying her hardest not to let Bellatrix bring her to an orgasm but she was fighting a losing battle because she was already trying to hump Bellatrix’s face to get more stimulation there were a couple of time that she caught herself and tried to make herself stop and was failing. Just as the other two death eaters were coming in Hermione was moaning “oh fuck, oh puck I’m cumming.” Had com she did she came so hard that Bellatrix actually choked on the cum a little. “good girl. You two bring Weasly over here and put his face in her pussy and make sure he can’t move anything but his tongue.” Bellatrix said. “now I am going to give you one more chance to answer my questions before I make him give you the hardest orgasm you have ever had so far. Now what mission did Dumbledore send you guys in.” Bellatrix asked Hermione responded “he sent to find all the death eaters and ass fuck them.” “being funny are you well lets see how funny you think this is. Engorjoclitoris and imperiosexual.” Two things happened in front of Ron the first one he saw Hermione’s clit growing quick and he felt himself moving towards the clit that was now like a little cock and he started sucking on it and he didn’t really want to but he could tell that he had now choice. The second Ron touched Hermione’s clit she exploded in orgasm even though she secured to the floor by magic she managed to still arch her back off of the floor, Ron didn’t stop there he kept going this time he got a coup’e sucks in before she exploded in orgasm again. With each orgasm it took a little more stimulation to make Hermione cum more and more and Ron didn’t stop sucking on Hermione’s clit while she was cumming he just kept in sucking and licking on her clit cock so a couple of times she would still be in mid orgasm as she was brought back to the top and she would orgasm again before the last one was done. After about 10minutes of this Hermione was nothing more then a writhing mess on the floor. Bellatrix finally had Ron stop she walked over to Hermione knelt down by her head and asked “So anything to tell me yet?” Ron started to say something but was cut short when Bellatrix made him go over to one of the other death eaters and made him suck his cock. With that dealt with Bellatrix trend her attention back to Hermione. Bellatrix again asked “what was the mission Dumbledore sent you three on?” Only this time she reached down and started rubbing Hermione’s still enlarged clit but she was so sore it was causing more pain then pleasure at this moment. Hermione found that he strength from somewhere to not give in just, and through the weak moans you could just make out the response of Hermione saying “go fuck a Dementor.” Bellatrix gives a little sigh and said this is going to end only one of two ways 1 you tell me what I want to know or you and you two little friends are going to end up at St. Mungo’s because either I’ve made it so you can’t cum or because you can’t stop cumming or you are goings to tell me what I want to know.But don’t answer me just yet wrestling to have a little more fun because of your last comment We are going to have some more fun right now to see if this can’t loosen your lips up at all, both sets.” Bellatrix has Ron stop sucking the Death Eaters cock and told the two “go and get Potter and bring him up here. Ow as for you two no need to wait for Potter to get the fun started.” Bellatrix said with Ron sitting in front of Hermione Bellatrix cast the futaclitoral and watched Ron’s expression as he watch Hermione’s clit grow into a cock if Hermione wasn’t already embarrassed beyond reason this would of been really embarrassing for her because she could feel herself getting ready to cum even as her clit grew into a dick and sure enough as soon as her cock finished growing she shot out a few good spurts strong enough to hit Ron and that only served to embarrass her more but after she had cum her cock started to shrink back which did not make Bellatrix very happy at all, before Hermione’s dick was gone Bellatrix cast the futaclitoral spell again and followed it up with Ejactulatsuspendo 8hours. This time after Hermione’s dick stopped growing Ron was just sitting there and Bellatrix said “ what are you waiting for get sucking her cock. Weasely you are going to this weather you want to or not so save us all the trouble and just do it.” Bellatrix realized that in her anger she prevented Hermione from doing what she wanted her to be doing and that was cumming so much that she would do or say anything to get the stimulation of her count and clit to stop, so she removed the spell and instead uses a muggle product called lidocaine which is still numbing agent and the fact that Hermione’s parents are dentists she is quite aware of what this stuff does. So Bellatrix shows Hermione what she has and Hermione’s eyes get real big and she tries to beg Bellatrix not to do what she knows is going to happen. So instead of listening to Hermione begging Bellatrix cast the orgasmmaxus, Hermione was kind of ready for it but the intensity of her orgasm still caught her off guard a little bit, well it really caught Ron off guard since Ron had the dick in his mouth at the time, he pull back and got a face full of cum as Hermione continued to cum. After that explosive orgasm Hermione starts begging “please no more I will tell you whatever you want to know, just please know more stimulation I can’t take anymore.” “Well know we are making progress but I think I want to have a little more fun first.” Bellatrix said. Hermione sobbing at this point asked”why I’ve already said I will tell you whatever you want to know. Why make me suffer anymore?” Bellatrix responded “because as you called me I am a sadistic bitch and I like to make people suffer and I don’t think you have suffered enough yet. Ok well may be you have but I still want to have some more fun with you.” Just after she finished saying that the two other Death Eaters return with Harry and Bellatrix says “ah good now here’s how this is going to work one of you is going to get to fuck this pretty little cunt and the one fucking this little cunt is going to get fucked in the ass by the other person, now the way we are going to determine who is going to do what is with a little contest and that is going to see who can make me cum the hardest and the quickest using only their mouth.” Having heard this and not wanting to possibly be breed by either one but seeing as she doesn’t really have a choice, Hermione rather have Harry then Ron even though they are best friends, and Hermione being well versed in non verbal and non wand spell casting. Waited till Bellatrix choose who was going first to cast her spell this is given by to be harder for Hermione then normal because even casting a spell non verbally would require a wand so Hermione is going to have to concentrate really hard. Bellatrix decided to have Harry go first. Harry didn’t really want to get fucked in the ass but he would rather be fucking Hermione then fucking Ron in the ass, so he approached Bellatrix however reluctantly once he was between her legs he had to lift her dress up only to find that she had no panties on and had a rather nice and bald pussy upon finding that that he didn’t waste any time getting to work on licking and sucking on her clit and fucking her cunt with his tongue. Even without the spell Hermione was about to attempt to cast Harry was making quick work of Bellatrix’s pussy but Hermione didn’t want to take any chances so she focused all her will power and cast the spell that she herself had been the victim of some many times on this night. She knew she was successful in casting it because Bellatrix went from soft moans to “oh fuck, I’m my fucking god, I’m cumming I’m cumming.” Harry did let stop when he heard her saying that in fact he double his efforts and when she did cum she exploded pussy juice all over Harry’s face. Harry didn’t even stop after she had cum her kept on tongue fucking her right through her orgasm Bellatrix had to stun Harry in order to get him to stop. After Bellatrix had had time to Cath her breath she sat there thinking, then slowly turns to Hermione and she tried to play it cool but there was just a hint of fear on her face and Bellatrix pick up on it and said “ why you cheating, little cunt sluggish.” Hermione responded “ what I didn’t do anything. How could I I’m tied to the floor and don’t have a wand how could I do anything?” “Well I know it wasn’t either of these two idiots not with the state of hornynees they are in and even if they weren’t I doubt they could not cast a spell silently and landless so that only leaves you and since you cheated Harry is disqualified which means Ron you get the pleasure of fucking Hermione in her tight little cunt and Harry you can thank Hermione because you get to fuck Ron in the ass, and just to make sure you don’t try to cast anymore spells you are going to be eating pussy and because that stunt has really pissed me off you are going to get fucked in the ass as well. This time it is not going to be by a phantom dick, watch this duplodickus” said Bellatrix and they all watched as Ron grew a second dick from where the first meet his balls Ron freaked out a little until he realized that he will be able to fulfill two of his fantasies for the price of one. As Ron was approaching he noticed Hermione’s cunt hair and asked “is there a way to remove the pussy hair?” Hermione looked at Ron with a look of hurt and humiliation. Ron looked at her in the face and said “sorry Hermione but I want to get this fantasy out of the way while I have the chance please don’t be mad at me.” after they were finished Bellatrix cast pubisremoveus and Hermione cried out in extreme pain and Ron and Harry looked away but they could still hear her. She quieted after a couple of minutes at that point Bellatrix said what are you waiting for, she noticed that the three clocks were still limper then cooked pasta, so she cast erectuscockis and all three cocks got hard at the same time. “Now I don’t know why I am saying this but Ron you might want to turn around and suck that cock that’s about to fuck your ass.” Said Bellatrix. Ron did nothing so Bellatrix said “fine have it your way, let’s get this started.” And with that said she cast Imperiosexulo and weather they wanted to or not Ron approached Hermione and Harry approached Ron’s ass. Harry in a split second of clarity Harry managed to get some spit on Ron’s asshole which gave him a little lube but for the effort did very little in easing the pain from entering the ass almost completely dry. Bellatrix did help Ron in getting his second cock into Hermione’s ass for the sole reason of want to cause Hermione as much pain and humiliation as possible after they were all in there designated holes Bellatrix cast ejactulatesuspendo on all of them for 3 hours she wanted to make sure everyone had their fill (pun intended). But just 30 minutes into their fuck fest things went sideways for Bellatrix because out of nowhere Dolby shows up, but was caught by surprise by what he saw which gave Bellatrix just end ghost this me time to cast one more spell which was orgasmmaxus she wanted to be be sure that Hermione was breed by Ron and that Harry would have to live with the fact that he orgasmed into Ron’s ass, and that she Bellatrix got one more orgasm from the pretty mouth that she was forcing to lick her pussy. Now Bellatrix being to very accomplished which she was managed to get off two more spells only one of which hit its target was avadastimulisexulo which hit someone she wasn’t sure who and didn’t really care because her second spell orgasmcontinum missed the four friends completely hit a mirror over the fire place and rebounded into Bellatrix and she instantly went into an unstoppable orgasm that wouldn’t end because the time frame she set with the spell was forever so when the rest of the Death Eaters returned to the mansion what they found was Bellatrix writhing on the floor in unending ecstasy. As she was the dark lord second in command they waited to for him to decide what to do and in the end he put her out of her misery.

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read the most amazing story ever told first

Julie has sex with Tarea. She licks her pussy while Tarea mashes tacos on herself and Julie. Tarea supplies her with more drugs. Julie sees a gigantic monster telling her to do strange things. She breaks into a butcher shop and eats half of the meat while humming amazing grace and touching herself. She sets fires and breaks down statues. She is put into juvenile hall. The same one as Tarea’s. They dunk her face in the toilet bowl. Julie says who she is. She mentions she knows Tarea. Tarea is a legend their. Some of Tarea’s old girls are still fighting Megan’s. Julie gets raped by her bunk mate Ginger. Ginger is a big breasted teen who gassed a two year old to death, while she slashed his penis with a razor blade. Ginger stabs Julie in the ass and threatens to slit her throat. After the rape Julie queefs out the now pickled cucumber. She gives it to Ginger the next day as a joke. Ginger uses Julie to fight Megan’s girls. She tells her to kill Danielle with a spoon. She scoops out Danielle’s eyes and rips off her labia. Ginger fists Julie hard and spits in her face. She tells her that she is a dumb bitch.

Now having sex frequently, Mickey and Earn are interrupted by detective Wright. Wright had a prosthetic leg now after being shot by Shannon. Wright was investigating Johnny’s disappearance. Wright snooped around the house. He went downstairs and found Johnny uncontrollably urinating while sawing off his infected strong hand. Wright called on his radio. Earn stole the radio and stomped it into the ground. Mickey takes his gun and shoots him in the jaw. Wright’s teeth are exposed. The blood sprays on Johnny. Johnny attempts to leave, but Earn grabs him and throws him down the stairs into Marv’s skeleton. Mickey sprays a fire extinguisher into Wright’s mouth. Then she picks up his gun and blows off his head. Johnny face is forced in the mess. Mickey forces him to give her a toothless blow job. After he eats her out, they glue his forehead to the ground and put him on a liquid diet by inserting a tube in his stomach. They play hardcore rap music in his ears with headphones. This rap music is actually illegal but Mickey brought a bootlegged CD. They give a tourniquet for his arm. The next day Johnny disappears. They frantically look for him by contacting Tarea. Tarea admits that she took him, but that he disappeared after she hid him under a blanket in the back of a moving pick up truck. They ask Trey if they saw him. Trey says he gave him a bath and let him go because he said he could survive on his own. He said he asked for sixty dollars and some Chiclets. He says that was the last they saw of him.

Johnny has survived off the McDonald’s dollar menu. He stole a pair of dentures from an old lady in order to chew. He buys one McChicken burger everyday and drinks from a water fountain. He is all alone and intends on going to the Mayo institute to recover. On his way he meets up with Donovan, before the incident at EBU. Donovan molests him and feeds him fish tacos. Johnny appreciates this and chooses to stay. But Donovan flees to the cult. Johnny disappears again.

Julie dreams of escaping from prison. Tarea calls in for her. She plots her escape. She tells them to break through the windows and beat the dogs. Julie leaves and kicks five different dogs in the liver. Ginger follows and plots to kill Julie with a bag of oranges for abandoning her. Julie attacks Ginger and cuts open her thigh and pulls out the bone. She then impales her through the heart. Julie flees the scene of ultra violence and is hit by a car. Tarea had planned to pick her up. She takes Julie in and heals her. Tarea takes Julie to Megan’s grave. Tarea digs up the body. Megan’s body is horribly decayed. She has sex with the body and pulls it apart. Tarea’s naked body is humping the body. She sticks the arm in her pussy and is surprised to learn she died without her penis. She bites the corpse and dismembers it. Julie, in a rage closes it shut and buries Tarea with Megan. She covers the grave again. Julie runs away from the grave. She runs to a donut shop. She is so hungry she eats seven dozen blueberry donuts. While walking through the streets she is encountered by a woman with paper Mache on her face. She pisses in her pants. She slaps Julie. Julie wants to fuck her. She does. The woman dies during the session. Julie runs away once again, having killed three people in a few hours. Tarea was surely dead by now. She has big bottle of pills and she takes more and more. She suffers from chills, hemophilia, eye pains, more hip pains and coughing fits.

Johnny reappears at the house reading Battle Royale. This book prompts him to kill his captives. He steals a gun from a store and fills it with ammo. The clerk tries to stop him. He shoots at the clerk, killing an eight year deaf girl. He runs off. Hal the dog jumps at him but his gun goes off shooting Hal through the mouth.

Meanwhile, Earn has become a polygamist. He married two twins, whom he forces to have sex with. The twins are named Lara and Polly. They are identical. Lara is a tomboy while Polly is more of a girl’s girl. Earn makes Lara throw up in Polly’s mouth. In preparation she eats Korean food, bacon, spaghetti-os, purple cauliflower, beans, hard candy, carrot soup, apple, cheese, peanut butter, parsley, Chevada bread, apple sauce, chicken salad and ipecac. They have lesbian sex in the middle of an arcade. Lara pushes the foosball sticks in and out of her ass while Polly pukes out Lara’s vomit and a mixture of her own food including a Greek omelet, grape soda, lettuce, fruity pebbles, Casaba melon, chili, chick peas, Jordan Almonds, and spare ribs. The puke takes about 20 seconds. It is slimy and flows slowly out of her mouth. Earn pushes both in the big pile of puke. He fucks Lara in the ass while she fucks Polly. He gives Lara a strawberry shortcake. Polly takes a knife and stabs at Earn. Instead she pokes out Lara’s eye by accident. The vomit is in her pussy. She cuts Earn’s stomach and fills the wound with vomit. She tends to Lara as they run through the street naked. Earn makes them fuck on the floor of a grimy gym floor. Lara sticks Polly with a strap on that secretes fake semen. Lara takes a humongous shit on Polly. The shit smells awful. Polly shits in Lara’s face. They fuck while Polly pukes on Lara. The puke is chunky. One kicks his stomach. Polly kicked him. Lara bites his balls. Earn bashes Lara’s head in the door, but Polly jumps on his back. Her puke and shit covered boobs, stomach and pussy press on his back. Earn over powers both. He punches Polly in the nose and savagely throat fucks her while pushing her eyes in with his thumbs. He shits on her chest and spreads it with his ass. He is now sitting on her going in and out. He pushes up and down. He bashes her head against the floor. She sucks the cock hard. She pukes all over him. He pulls the dick out and pisses in her face. He kicks Lara in the face and stuffs a spoon in her ass and coughs while she holds his balls. He vaginally rapes her and spits vomit in her face. Polly grabs him. He pushes her into Lara and forces them on each other. He fucks Polly from behind while she is being pushed against Lara. He stuffs a bar of soap in Lara’s ass. He sticks his index and middle fingers all the way up her nostrils and makes Polly suck his fingers. He bashes Polly’s face into her broken nose. Earn pulls out Polly’s pig tails and calls her a stupid cunt. He whips both of them and rubs feces in the wounds. He feeds Lara lotion and pokes his finger in her eye hole. He sticks his cock in the eye hole and burns Polly’s pussy with a lighter. He puts a small beach ball in Polly’s ass and inflates it. He bashes her head with a bottle of champagne. He holds a knife to their throats. He pushes Lara’s face in the dirty ground and she fires out the soap bar. He anally rapes her until she starts shitting from pain. He punches Polly in ribs. He fists Polly and calls her stupid while kicking Lara. He bites Polly’s tongue and throws her on the ground. Her comes on both of them and forces them to make out with each other. Once they stop he slaps both of them over 200 times. He forces them to make a sandwich with Polly in the middle. He puts make up on their faces and beats them. He licks Lara’s neck and fists her deep in the pussy. He twists Polly’s nipples simultaneously and punches Lara in the head. He stuffs his cock in Polly and the strap on in Lara. He screams at them for ten minutes while continuously raping them. He throws Lara across the room and spanks her. He eats her out and makes her puke on the back of his head. He head butts her and slaps her tits. He makes Polly rim him and he turns around to smack her face. He spits in her eyes and sticks his cock head in her naval. He scratches Lara’s face and forces Lara to finger Polly. He takes Hal’s decaying body and throws it on them. He forces them to make love to the corpse. He takes both of them in his car trunk and shoves golf clubs up their asses and pussies. He pours a bowl of piss on both of them. He takes the clubs out, kicks them both in the ribs and he leaves them naked in a forest and blind folded and starts a forest fire.

Julie is now wandering the streets, giving people blow jobs for money. She meets Trey who is desperately looking for Tarea. She says she doesn’t know where she is. She finds the two girls running around blindfolded. She sends them to a hospital. Polly dies and Lara is in a coma. Polly died from shock. She walks home and swallows flies that buzz around the house. There is a gigantic and easily visible mold creeping out from the corner. It is blue and green and moves visibly. It has consumed plenty of food and even animals. A dead raccoon is in the mound of mold. Julie looks for her wayward parents. They are upstairs eating the pills. Julie has decided to stay off the drugs. She can’t stop. But she cuts down more than any one else can. Mickey jumps out of window in a high state. She is saying “Praise the lord!” They rush her to a hospital. She has a rod stuck in her neck. She bleeds vehemently as they send her to the ER. Julie expects her to die. But Mickey lives. While on drugs she devised a scheme. They would masquerade the drugs as lemonade by pouring them into the mix. They will say it’s for charity and then people will keep coming back. The plan is ingenious.

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New desires arise after an unexpected situation

This is a sequel to an earlier story, Reluctant Desires. You may wish to read it before continuing.

New Desires

Work seems to have taken over my life in the last few years. Appointments, chemical shipments, equipment repairs, business meetings and finances haven’t left me much of a social life. I really should hire a staff member or two, I can certainly afford it, but the risk out weighs any reward. So instead I run myself ragged. But still, I always make time for date night.

The pleasant numbness from my last orgasm slowly recedes as we lay next to each other. His head is turned towards me and his eyes are closed. Even though he’s going grey he is far more handsome than distinguished. I stretch my legs while watching him rest, arm propping my head up. The steady flicker of the candles around us light us in a husky glow. I take a sip from my wine glass, spilling a small drop on my breast due to the awkward angle. i stare into his face lovingly, enjoying the peaceful moment before resigning myself.

“This has been fun, Derek, but I have to work in the morning.” I say.

Putting the glass down between us I sit up and swing my legs off the steel slab we’d shared our lovemaking on and stand up. I take a moment to dust myself off, removing any stray rose petals stuck to my body. Picking up my wine glass, I swallow the last little bit and put it down on the counter on the opposite wall. Picking through my clothes I find my underwear and get dressed, stepping into my panties and hooking my bra on. It takes me a moment to find a sock that had somehow been tossed eight feet in the opposite direction from the rest of my clothes. Fully clothed once more I reach over to Derek and take the cock ring off of him. I grab the steel tray he lies on and slide it with ease from the table to the cart next to it. Disengaging the foot break I wheel him down the hall to the creamator and slid him in. I check my watch to make sure it’s not too early to turn it on. But the municipal restriction on operating a crematorium is lifted at 6AM and it is exactly 5:58 AM. I doubt anyone will mind. I hit a series of buttons with practiced ease and leave as the machine fires up. I return to the mortuary and clean up, blowing out the candles, sweeping up and putting the wine away. Then I make my way to the front and head to my office. With a yawn I brace myself for a long day, as I have the Foley funeral in four hours.

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It’s surprisingly easy to become a serial killer. I sit at the diner two blocks from my funeral home and wait for my late lunch to arrive. On the eight page is a story about the ‘Honey Pot Killer’. I certainly hadn’t thought to become a serial killer but I accepted that’s what I was. They only connected four disappearances, Derek not among them, but it had been enough for the media and the police to puzzle it together. I think back to my photo album hidden in the mortuary. If you take away the guys I met at work and the ones they know about … they’re only 18 off.

I jolt in my seat as if struck. Have I really had sex with 29 guys? Suddenly worried I pull out my cellphone and call my best friend. She’s not someone I particularly have any real care for, but she means well and has given some good advice in the passed.

“Hey Corey.” Diane answers.

“Diane, how many people do you need to have sex with before you’re a slut?” I ask quietly.

There’s a moment of silence. “Corey, I hope you’re asking about yourself or someone else and not me.” She says, a bit of humour in her voice.

“Seriously. How many?” I ask.

The waitress arrives with my club sandwich and I smile politely to her in acknowledgement.

“I don’t know. I think it’s more about the way you go about doing it and how you ask. Why?” She replies.

“I just realized that I’ve slept with 29 guys.”

“No, Dylan, put it over there. Sorry Corey, just a minute.” Diane takes the phone away from her face as she speaks with someone, asking them to move a box down a hall. “Sorry. You said 29 guys?”

“Yes.” My eyes dart around self consciously.

“Do you know their names?” She asks.

“Yeah. Why?”

Diane ignores me. “Were you drunk for most of them?”

“No.”

“And were they one night stands.”

I think for a moment. “A couple.”

Diane chuckles. “You’re not a hoe bag, sweetheart. You’ve dated a few times and nothing worked out and you banged a few random, lucky guys when you wanted to bone. There’s nothing wrong with being a woman who knows what she wants. Bravo, by the way. 29. That’s at least eight more than me. If you count more than just sex, as least. Where’d you meet all these guys I’ve never heard about?”

“Some online.” I say. “A few I met at work.”

“At work?” Diane asks. “Corey, have you been fucking grieving family members?” She begins to laugh.

“Thanks Diane. I gotta go.” I say, a smirk tugging my lips.

“‘Kay.” We give each other a kiss over the phone and hang up.

Yeah, I’m not a slut. I’m just a woman who knows what she wants. I dig into my sandwich newly content.

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Dinner had been nice. I’d paid for it. Skylar was a sweet, stupid kid that wanted to get his rocks off. It had been four months since I’d last been intimate. Derek had been tied to the Honey Pot Killer after all, so I’d decided to keep a low profile in the dating department for a bit. Skylar and I had been talking on line for a month. He’d just turned 18 and was a shy boy. He was a seven hour drive out of town, but these were the sacrifices you made sometimes for your love life. He new we were going to have sex, I’d promised him his first time. Despite the fact that I’m 34 I’m very young looking, being small in stature and standing only 5’4 in heels. I hadn’t shown him a picture online but I had given a description of myself. And the promise of an older woman with experience had gone a long way in putting him at ease. Halfway through dinner I worried I’d turned into a cougar. I thought back to my conversation with Diane and brushed it off.

I was planning to drive him back to my home. My car and house have expensive cellphone scramblers so there would be no record of his trip out of town. I’d seduce him, let him get off and then drug him. My house has an attached garage so it would be easy to move him to the car and to my funeral home. Kill him, fuck him, embalm him and store him and boom, a new boy toy for a week or so. I’d just suggested we leave when my cellphone chirped. The screen said ‘unknown number’.

“Hello?” I asked, making an apologetic face to Skylar.

” …Corey?” A familiar voice croaks.

“Mr. Trotsky?” I ask. Mr. Trotsky and I had kept in touch even after I’d purchased the funeral home from him eight years prior. We sometimes got lunch and visited. Really, the man was like an uncle to me.

“Corey…I need help.” He didn’t sound well.

“What’s wrong? Do you need me to call 911?” I asked.

“No!” He said firmly, sounding much stronger for a moment. “No. I … I am at my cabin in Monty Lake. I-I am at 5 Squirrel Dr. I can trust you?” He asked. He sounded weak and afraid.

“Yes, sir. Are you okay?” Skylar shifts uncomfortably in his seat across from me.

“I’m sick. And I’ve done something bad. I need you.” He grunts and then lets out a pained moan.

“5 Squirrel Dr in Monty Lake? I’m 90 minutes from there I’m coming.” I tell him, panicked.

“You’re a good girl, Corey.” The line cuts off. I sit for a moment not moving before grabbing my purse and putting the phone away, looking for my keys.

“So, … are we going to …” Skylar asks.

I pull out my wallet and hand him $300 dollars.

“Get a hooker and fuck her stupid. You’ll be better off for it, kid. Take care.” I leave him like that and exit the restaurant.

In my car I take the time to program my GPS and take off, going 10 miles over the speed limit. I’d not known Mr. Trotsky had a cabin. At 84 years old he didn’t seem like the type to have the strength to maintain an out of town property. I don’t really think of it as I drive. I’m too frightened for my friend and mentor’s life. The drive passes surprisingly quickly and I find his cabin easily. I’m suddenly taken back at the size of it. Mr. Trotsky must be extremely well off, as he has over an acreage of land deep in the woods. No wonder he sold the funeral home to me so cheaply.

I park my car in the driveway behind his and make my way inside. As I open the door I call out into the darkness. I groaned reply guides me through the darkness of the living room and around the corner. Down the hall a lamp is on in the far bedroom and I enter. Inside, Mr. Trotsky is laying on the floor. It looks like he had managed to pull a pillow from the bed down to rest his head on and had tugged the phone from his night stand.

“Corey.” He says, smiling.

I run to him and collapse. I reach for my purse, about to call 911 when he waves me off.

“Pish posh.” He starts. “None of that.”

“Mr. Trotsky, what happened?”

He chuckles. “I think I had a heart attack.”

I begin reaching for my phone again. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

He weakly takes hold of my arm to stop me. “Not yet.” He says.

“Why not?”

He takes a deep breath. “I need you to dispose of something for me. In there,” he points to his closet, “and in my trunk. Maybe you won’t, but I think maybe you will.”

“What is it?” I ask.

He gives me a week smile but there is fear in his eyes. “Go see.”

For a moment I think maybe I’ll ignore him and call an ambulance for him anyway. The pleading look on his face convinces me not to. I stand and go over to his closet. It takes me a moment to realize the back wall is partially hanging open and is actually a secret door way. I push it open, revealing stairs behind. There is a light switch in the stairwell, I flick it on and descend.

The small cement basement beneath the house that the stairs lead to is meticulously organized. A cork board along the back wall holds knives and whips and tools such as hammers and clamps. A small table and chair occupy the centre of the room. Against the wall to the side of the room are three cages. In two of them are a pair of unconscious girls. One is stripped to her white panties and the other is nude and looks to have a number of scars and bruises.

I process everything very slowly. Mr. Tortsky is sex killer? I’m not disgusted by the thought, I mean, we’ve all experimented at least once. For me it was Josh and Kevin. I’d tried hurting Josh before I killed him and with Kevin I’d tried killing and bringing him back. It’s not that I disapprove or anything, I can see the appeal, but it wasn’t for me.

I walk over to the far wall and start taking everything down. Whips, clamps, pliers, everything. I take an armful upstairs with me and am greeted by a smiling Mr. Trotsky.

“You’re a good girl, Corey.” He says, meekly.

“I need a duffle bag, Mr. Trotsky. Do you have something like that?” I ask, shifting the things in my arms so I don’t drop anything.

“In the hall closet.”

I leave the bedroom and place everything by the front door. The duffle bag is large and has some jogging clothes in it. I dump them out and put his tools into them. I kick off my heels and take off the black dress I was wearing for my date so I don’t ruin them and make two more trips to get all the tools from the wall. Mr. Trotsky’s eyes bulge in surprise as he sees me enter the bedroom in sheer black lingerie panties and bra. I don’t mind. Actually, I’m a little flattered. When I’m done I can barely lift the bag to my car, but I manage to put it into the back seat. I take out the sneakers I keep in my trunk and put them on and then take my sedative case. When I return to the basement I stick a needle in the unconscious girl’s neck, ensuring she remain out cold the next 12 hours. Unless Mr. Trotsky gave her something, in which case she’ll probably die right now. The other girl, with the scars and bruises is already dead.

“Where’s the keys to the cages?” I ask Mr. Trotsky when I return upstairs.

“Top drawer.” He says, pointing to his dresser.

Inside it I find his socks, the keys and a scrap book. Flipping through it quickly I notice that it’s filled with newspaper clippings. There is another below it. I take them both out and place them on the bed.

“Do you want me to take these with me?” I ask him gently.

He nods. “You’re not mad with me, Corey.”

“No, Mr. Trotsky. You’re family.” I tell him with a small smile.

A tear falls from his eye. “I- … When you first started working for me … I thought that maybe I would take you. I wanted to do many things to you for a long time. But I liked you so I didn’t.” He explained, great shame escaping his voice.

It’s very touching.

“I took a girl that looked like you instead. I hurt her many times for a year. I let her kill herself afterwards. And then I did more bad things to her afterwards. It helped make sure I didn’t do anything to you.” He finally raises his eyes to meet mine. By his expression he is surprised by my smile.

“That’s very sweet of you.” I tell him.

A nervous smile touches his lips. “You’re like me, yes? You do bad things? You like the dead, I think?” I nod. “Are you the Honey Pot Killer?” I nod again. “May I ask…how many?”

I crouch down to speak with him on the same level. “29, sir. Tonight was going to be 30, buuuut …”

“Tsk. I’m sorry.” He said. A pained look then passes across his face, knitting his brow for a long moment.

“Mr. Trotsky, do you have any screw drivers? I can take apart the table and chair and put them out back. That way it will just look like discarded lumber. I can’t do anything about the cages, but I can clean the room.”

He nods. “Tool shed out back. And there is bleach in the laundry room.”

I give a reassuring squeeze of his shoulder and then go downstairs and unlock the cage. I take the unconscious girl up the stairs. With effort I drag her to my car and manage to put her into my trunk. The dead girl is easier as Mr. Trotsky seems to have starved her. The tool shed outback is easy enough to find and I take a power drill and an extension cord with me to the basement. The table and chair come apart easily and I manage to get it out back. Scrubbing the basement takes the longest, but I try and get rid of any traces of evidence. When I’m done I’m covered in sweat and smell like a chemical toilet but no trace exists of what the room once was. I return upstairs with my cleaning bucket I notice immediately that Mr. Trotsky isn’t breathing.

I cry, but I don’t really want to talk about it.

Before I leave I take a shower to get the smell of bleach off of me. I also take the pillow from behind Mr. Trotsky’s head and place it back on the bed, posing him to look as if he had died on the floor with the phone in his hand. On my way out I wipe any surface I may have touched before dressing and leave. I take the cleaning bucket and the towel I used with me. It’s 2:30 AM on Thursday when I’m 20 minutes outside of town, so no one is around to see when I stop and throw the bucket, towel and duffel bag off a bridge and into a river.

At the funeral home I park behind the rear door. The building blocks any view on one side of my car and the hearse the other, the back is a chain link fence with ivy growing on it and train tracks on the other side, so there’s no one to see me move the girls inside.

I manage to get the unconscious girl onto the mortuary table before taking the dead girl down the hall to the crematorium. I leave her inside without turning the machine on as it’s too early to legally operate the machine. And the last thing I need right now is someone coming to give me a visit.

I return to the unconscious girl, needle in hand and ready to give her a lethal dose when her eyes flicker open. She should be asleep for another two hours or so.

“Where am I?” She asks, small chest beginning to heave with panic. She tries to sit up but is too weak and her head falls back down to the steel slab.

“You’re safe.” I tell her reassuringly, dropping the needle out of her sight. “What’s you’re name, honey?”

“Susan.” She answers. She begins to cry. “Is he gone?” I nod. “He-he- ….” her cries take over.

I pat her shoulder. “What happened, honey?” I ask, genuinely interested.

She takes a moment to gather herself before continuing. “He seemed lost. Like he didn’t know who he was. I tried to help him but he hit me. I woke up in a cage. There was another girl there. She said that-” The girls cries over take her for a moment, but she presses on. “She said that he tortures you. And rapes you. She said she was there for months. And when he gets tired of you he kills you. But not before he kidnaps a new girl.” Her voice grows cold and strong for a moment with the memory of the event. “She said that the old girl tells the new girl what it’s like. She told me to do whatever he said to do because he’d kill you after only a few months.” She dissolves into tears again, lost in her own horror.

I let her cry. Her arms wrap around herself as she continued to cry. I judge her to be either 19 or 20 years old. Her had medium length brown hair would have framed her face well, a good match for her small frame. She had small breasts with pale pink, puffy nipples. Her body was slim without being fit. As she wiped away the tears from her face I noticed she had pink nail polish. Mr. Trotsky certainly had good taste in girls.

“Can I go, is my family here?” Susan asks. Maybe she thinks she was in a hospital.

“They’re outside.” I lie. “I’m going to give you something to calm down and then I’ll send them in.” I tried to sound reassuring. I quickly moved the needle into her neck and pressed the plunger, emptying it into her vein.

“Wait, n-” She started, moving to stop me. Her breath seized in the throat. I watched as her eyes widened in panic. I really wish she had been asleep for this. It would feel like she was on fire from the inside out as she went into cardiac arrest.

I put a calming hand on her chest and rubbed it gently. “Shhh, shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. It’s okay. There you go.” I said in what I hoped was a calming voice.

A look of fear and betrayal replaced the look of pain on her face before going slack as she died. I continued, gently rubbing her chest in an empty gesture of reassurance as I waited for her bowels to void. But they don’t. Perhaps Mr. Trotsky hadn’t fed her in a few days. That was nice, then. No fuss no muss.

I stop rubbing her chest and simply lay my hand between her breasts, feeling her grow cold. She really was a beautiful young girl now that she was so peaceful and still. It’s just a shame she’s the one on my table instead of Skylar. I think of him and what I’d wanted for this night instead. A frustrated tingle runs through my pelvis and I moisten, thinking of the night I’d planned. It’d been so long since I’d last had an intimate encounter.

My eyes return to Susan. Her pretty face. Her pretty breasts. I feel a tingle again. My hand, still on her chest, hesitantly moves to her breast. My palm covers her nipple and my fingers wrap around her soft flesh. A pleasant warmth spreads outwards from between my legs as my juices begin to flow. I bite my lip thinking the situation over. I’ve never been with a girl before. It’s not something I’d ever considered. I continue to massage her breast, enjoying what touching her is making me feel.

Before I change my mind I unzip my dress and step out of it and my shoes. In my shear panties and bra lingerie I feel sexy and naughty in a way I haven’t felt in years. Not since my first boyfriend saw me like this.

“You’ re very pretty, Susan.” I tell her. My hand slowly leaves her breast and continues down along her body. “Very … sexy.”

I reach her simple white panties and nervously toy with the hem for a moment. I reach down with both hands and slide them down her smooth legs and drop them to the floor. She’d trimmed her pubic hair into a small triangle at the top of her slit. My hand continues to her thigh and I press against it, parting her legs a bit as I slide my body onto the slab, draping her legs over my shoulders. I kiss her thigh gently, smiling devilishly as I enjoy the sensation of being between a woman’s legs. I kiss her thigh again, my tongue making contact with the soft skin a moment before my lips. I can definitely see the appeal of this.

I close my eyes as I kiss further up her thigh until my lips feel the invisible stubble of her pubis. I open my eyes, confronting the beautiful sight of her partially parted labia.

“Okay, baby.” I hum to her as my lips and tongue push against her gently. I clamp my mouth onto her like that and let my tongue push out, as I take a long, sensuous lap along her slit. I repeat the action again, more forcefully, as I greedily enjoy the feel of eating my first pussy. My chin grinds into her slit and my nose into her small clit as I try and lap deeper and deeper into her. My flutter open and closed as I face fuck the pretty corpse and her delicious cunt. All the while my own pussy flows in excitement, aching for release.

Soon I raise my head with a devilish smile spread across my face.

“Fuck, baby.” I say in a self satisfied way. “You taste great. Too bad you can’t return the favour.” I laugh.

I retreat from between her legs and pull my sopping panties off and then climb on top of her, straddling her thigh. I’m so hot for her, I need to cum while fucking her. My aching, self lubricated vagina presses against her thigh. I begin to slowly grind my hips, sliding my pussy along her thigh and into her vagina. My body’s reaction is intense and immediate. Like a tsunami far out to sea I can see the wave of my own orgasm fast approaching, ready to crash against me. I speed up my hips, no longer sensually making love to the dead girl. I begin fucking her out of a primal need for release. I grab up her other leg and drape it over my shoulder so that I can more easily hit my pussy hungrily against hers. The wet slap of our bodies ring of the steel instruments around us as an intense pleasure over takes me Reaching up I grab hold of my own breast with my free hand and viciously dig my nails into myself. I cry out in a pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.

My stiff body takes many moments to begin obeying my commands again. I immediately being grinding myself down into her again. The orgasm was intense and now I have a taste for it. Greedily I seek another. I let go of my breast and reach over, taking my dead slut’s breast desperately, needing the deliciously tender flesh. My pussy juices coat her thigh, so that my cunt glides along with ease. Over and over again I pump my pussy into her open slit, feeling another orgasm approach. I let of my lover’s breast as my hand seeks it’s way between my legs. As I fuck her pussy with min I begin to rub my clit. The pleasure is overwhelming and hurries the next orgasm into shocking my. The breath in my lungs escapes as if I’d just been tackled to the ground as I scream out in pleasure. My body shakes in pleasure three or four times before I go limp and fall into her.

Heaving for air I press my face to her chest, my entire body both extremely numb and ridiculously sensitive all at once.

“Oh my god, Susan. It’s never been like that.” I pant. Suddenly I panic and am struck with a sudden concern. I leave my dead lover like that on the slab as I hurry to gather my embalming equipment. I need to keep her fresh for as long as possible.

***

The next day is a slow day, with only a bit of paper work to do, so I sleep in until noon. Instead of going home I’d instead crawled into one of my coffins in the show room and slept there. At my desk now, absently flip through Mr. Trotsky’s scrap books while I purposely ignore my paper work.

Most of the clippings in the first book are about missing girls and two serial killers called the ‘The Seaside Ripper’ and ‘The Baker Forest Butcher’. Mr. Trotsky appeared to be both. The clippings went as far back as the early 60’s. I’m fascinated with the clippings, reading about how the bodies found showed signs of long term abuse. He had been at it a long time. The last few clippings were about the Honey Pot Killer. Mr. Trotsky was a a sentimental sweet heart after all. I missed him very much.

The other scrap book was similar to the fist, but carried fewer clippings that were all much older. They were about a serial killer called ‘The Wolf’. Searching online I found a short description of him. The Wolf had been a relatively famous serial killer in the late 40’s and 50’s in the eastern part of the state. Doing the math in my head makes it obvious that it couldn’t have been Mr. Trotsky. Possibly a mentor, then. It’s amazing the legacy you can be part of without ever knowing it.

I close down the page and put away the scrap books. I’ll keep them with my photo album. I reach for my paper work as my mind drifts to the photo album and the new Polaroid of Susan in it. The two of us cuddling together, our foreheads romantically touching. My body beings to react with the thought. We’d made love again after I’d embalmed her. She was sitting in the storage fridge right now. With nothing covering her nude body save for a simple sheet. The minx. I’ve never felt this way before for anyone.

My work left forgotten on my desk, I make my way back to the mortuary, desperate for my cold lover’s icy touch.

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Keily uses her mouth and pussy to distract Becca so Deidre can escape!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies’ Naughty Game
Chapter Seven: Becca & Keily’s Futa Fun
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Becca Brittany

Even knowing there was someone behind the rock, responsible for that explosion of golden light I witness, I still almost jumped out of my skin when the slender, auburn-haired girl bounded out from behind it. I jumped, my big tits, soaked by my swim across the river, heaved before me while my futa-cock smacked into my wet belly.

The girl gave me a mischievous grin, pushing up her glasses as she said, “Thank god you’re not with Summer!”

My heart fluttered a mile a minute. I stopped growing the plants towards the rock she hid behind, obviously not needing the power I got from the duplicitous Dryad. I really didn’t need any more close calls. Not after that futa-cheerleader had me trapped in the branches and blew her opportunity to defeat me.

“You’re… Keily, right?” I asked, frowning at her. “Yes, yes, Keily. I remember you from the briefing.”

“I’d hope so. It was only a few hours ago. I think.” She looked up at the strange sky where noon from Summer met midnight from Winter, the bright blue blending into the deep black complete with a blazing sun and a full moon on the verge of having an eclipse. But not moving at all. “This place is weird.”

“Yeah, it is,” I said, my heart slowing.

“You’re the amazing Becca Brittany, aren’t you?” the girl said. She had to be nineteen, just a little minx with a petite body, her tits little budding breasts. But she had a cock as huge as any other futa I’ve met.

“I am,” I said. It looked like I had another fan.

“God, you’re on TV,” Keily said, bounding closer to me, her cock bouncing. It gleamed with pussy juices. Who had she been fucking? Had she just vanquished a Summer futa? Before I could ask, she fell to her knees before me on the sandy beach of the river and moaned, “Can I suck on your cock? You’re famous!”

“You want to suck on my cock?” I asked, staring down at her. “Now? But what was that golden light?”

“Oh, that was just me fucking this fey named Querciola. She was so much fun. But when I came in her, she just burst into light and vanished. Then I heard you. I thought you were a Summer futa. Thank god you’re not.” She grabbed my cock, giving me such an impish grin, her green eyes gleaming behind her glasses. “Please, please let me suck your dick.”

“I don’t know,” I said, looking around. She was so cute, just staring up at me with that playful face. And her hand did feel amazing on my cock. My pussy suddenly became so wet. “We shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. We’re so exposed right here.”

“Right,” Keily said. “But I just got to. You know, you’re famous! I’ve seen your daughter fuck you on TV. I just got to nurse on your cock.” She grinned up at me. “Unless you think I’m just trying to distract your or something.”

I frowned at her. “Distract me? Why would you even say that?”

“No reason,” she shrugged. Then her tongue flicked the tip of my cock, gathering the drop of precum beading the tip. “You just seem nervous. There’s no one around. It was only me behind the rock.”

“Well, of course,” I said, still frowning at her. There was something about her manner I just couldn’t quite—

Her mouth latched onto the tip of my dick. She sucked so hard, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed on my girl-dick. Pleasure surged up my cock. I whimpered and groaned. Pleasure rippled up my shaft. My big breasts jiggled. I ran a hand through my wet, blonde hair as the little minx just sucked so hard. She had such an eager look in her eyes.

“Maybe this is okay,” I said, looking around. “But what about that fey? She could still be lurking around.”

Keily’s mouth popped off my dick. My cock twitched, wishing she hadn’t stopped. “I don’t think so. Why, scared of her?”

“I had a… unique experience with one in the woods on the other side of the river.” I licked my lips. “She tricked me.”

“Oh, well, I don’t think Querciola would do that. She was very friendly.” Keily gave me a naughty wink. “I sucked on her boobies and drank her breast milk and she sucked my cock and I came all over her face. Then I fucked her pussy so hard.”

“Did she give you powers?” I asked. “Dryad gave me control over plants when I finally vanquished that futa-cheerleader.”

“You beat Kimmie?” Keily said. “Wow. Or was it Cassie?”

“I don’t know. You go to their college?”

“Yep.” She nodded her head. “With my sister. She’d love to suck your cock, too. But she’s nowhere near here unless something went wrong.”

“Yeah, I don’t think the futa-fairies brought our families over here.”

“Boy, wouldn’t that be wild?” she asked, her eyes so wide. “Coming across someone you know here.”

“So, did this fey give you any powers?”

“I don’t think so. Just some great sex.” She gave me an impish grin. “Don’t that sound fun?”

I was about to answer, when something rustled in the brush. My head looked at the plants growing around the ponds on this side of the river. Was there something—

Keily sucked so hard on my dick. My entire body shook. Her warm mouth loved my cock, her tongue dancing around it. It made me shudder. She nursed at my shaft with such enthusiasm. My hands grasped the girl’s silky hair, my hips undulating.

I couldn’t deny her. She hungered for my cock. And I yearned to let her feed that desire.

My pussy clenched as she bobbed her head up and down my dick. I groaned and whimpered. My eyes rolled back into my head at the delicious treat of her sucking mouth. Her hands slid up my wet thighs, finding the folds of my pussy, and caressed my vulva.

“Keily!” I whimpered. “Oh, Keily, yes!”

Her mouth popped off my dick. “That’s it!” she grinned. “That’s what you need to do! Ooh, you’re just amazing!”

“I am,” I groaned as she probed her fingers into my pussy. She licked her lips as she pumped her digits in and out of my juicy snatch. “Don’t stop sucking.”

“Nope! You need to cum!” she grinned and latched her mouth back onto my cock.”

She was a weird one, but her mouth felt amazing on my dick. And it was so nice to have another Winter futa with me. To not be alone. I didn’t want our side to lose. I wanted to keep my futa-cock and keep giving my naked broadcasts.

I wanted to fuck my daughter and other women on live TV. It was such a thrill, a drug I never wanted to give up. My hands tightened in Keily’s hair. My hips thrust my cock into her mouth, fucking her as she sucked so hard. Such delight rushed through my body. My snatch clenched on her probing fingers.

“Ooh, yes, I can tell you’re such a fan,” I moaned. “I’ll get you on the air. I’ll fuck you and you’ll fuck me on live TV. How does that sound?”

She moaned in delight on my cock. She fluttered her tongue around it. I shuddered, swaying. Such absolute delight rippled through me. My back arched. My tits bounced before me. I sucked in a deep breath, the pleasure bursting through me.

Throaty moans rose as her fingers pumped faster and faster in my snatch. She stirred my cunt to a froth with those naughty fingers of hers. I licked my lips, swaying, my big breasts heaving. My toes dug into the sand of the beach as this barely legal slut worshiped my cock.

“Oh, yes, you’ll have so much fun enjoying my cock on TV,” I whined. “We’ll drench each other in cum.”

Her mouth popped off my dick as she moaned, “Can we double-fuck your daughter? I want us both to just ram our cocks into her pussy!”

“Yes!” I howled, my pussy clenching so hard on her fingers. “Just suck my cock, make me cum!”

Keily inhaled the tip of my dick. She sucked so hard her crimson cheeks hollowed. Her glasses flashed in the strange light as her head bobbed. Her fingers curled in my pussy, caressing across the top of my sheath and…

She touched my G-spot.

Rapture fired through my snatch. It struck my ovaries. They detonated.

Cum exploded into Keily’s hungry mouth. The girl gulped down my cream. Her face contorted in delight as she drank my futa-jizz. So much fired from my cock into her mouth as the ecstasy race through my body.

Rapture convulsed my cunt. My snatch spasmed about her fingers. I screamed out my pleasure at the top of my throat, unable to help myself. Such delight rippled through my body. This was amazing. Stupendous.

I loved being a futa. And I would fight to keep my girl-dick.

“Oh, yes, Keily, we’re going to do something momentous, you and I. And we’ll be so famous together. Ooh, yes, I’m going to fuck that pussy on national TV!”

She sucked down the last drop of my cum. Then her mouth popped off. “Why wait? Let’s fuck right now!”

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Deidre Redding

I trembled behind the rock, frozen in fear. A Winter futa was just around the corner. Well, I mean, there were two Winter futas. But one was my younger sister. She was my lover. We had just shared a magical moment. We had vowed to find away for both sides to keep our dicks.

Should I spring out and jump Becca Brittany, the futa-reporter? But she had powers. She made the plants grow at us. Even if I did grab her, she could bind me up. I doubt even Keily would be any help then. What should I do? They were just on the other side of the rock. I was feet away.

And… And I was growing horny. It was hot listening to my little sister begging to suck Becca Brittany’s cock. I wanted to stroke my pussy-lubed dick right now. I sucked in a deep breath, fear and lust quaking my body.

“I don’t know,” Becca said, her voice cautious. “We shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. We’re so exposed right here.”

“Right,” Keily answered her in that excited tone of hers. “But I just got to. You know, you’re famous! I’ve seen your daughter fuck you on TV. I just got to nurse your on cock.” She sounded so impish. “Unless you think I’m just trying to distract your or something?”

And then it hit my what my little sister was doing. She was letting me escape. We’d have to separate, but then it wouldn’t cause me to lose the game and maybe end any hope of finding a solution out of this mess.

As Keily sucked on Becca’s cock again, I forced myself to slip away, using the rock to hide my movement. I crouched low on my hands and knees, my hard futa-dick rubbing on the sandy beach. That was quite the distraction. I wanted to wiggle on my belly, but naked, that was just impossible. I crawled towards the brush, trying not to make any noise as they talked about Keily’s encounter with the fey. I went slow, trying not to make any sound.

I made it to the thick reeds by the ponds. I skirted around the brackish water while frogs hopped away. They were full grown on this side while only tadpoles on the other side. I wiggled through the reeds and—

The bush rustled loudly.

I fell on my belly, trembling on the soft grass.

I could see Becca Brittany from here, her head rising over the rock. I was trying to circle around them and move in the direction the futa-reporter’s back faced and get to where she couldn’t see me. But now her head snapped around, looking for the noise. I was so caught. The reeds were about to spring around me and hold me in place.

Then a loud, wet sucking sound echoed. Keily. Bless her heart, my little sister was sucking on Becca Brittany’s cock. The futa-reporter shot her gaze back down to my sister as her body trembled in ecstasy.

Relief exploded out of me.

My body still shook as I crawled forward, working around Becca and my sister, my dick still so hard as I listened to my futa-sister enjoying that wonderful girl-cock. The Becca Brittany’s girl-cock. We’d watched her naughty news reports for the last month as a family, having so much fun witnessing her amazing antics.

We both had wanted to be on TV with her.

Thank god the futa-fairies made us so horny that Keily’s distraction actually worked. They wanted us cumming so much. Querciola said we gave off energy. They… fed off of it or something. They needed it. There had to be away to use that.

I just had to think of it.

And figure out how to hook up with Keily again. How could I stop a woman with plant powers? I didn’t have any powers, did I? I felt the same. Yes, the flavor of Querciola’s breast milk lingered on my tongue, and she had bathed us in her golden light, but I didn’t feel changed or anything. I didn’t think I had any powers.

I moved farther and farther away. The sounds of their passion faded as I hooked up with the river bank again. I was out of their sight. I let out a relieved breath. I hated abandoning my sister. I wanted to stay with my futa-lover.

My hand rubbed at my belly. It was weeks before I would show my pregnancy, but Keily’s daughter grew day-by-day in me. We were united. Nothing would change that. But there had to be away for us both to be happy.

The energy had to be the key.

I needed to find another Summer futa and discuss this with her. We could plot. And then we could work together with Keily and maybe this Becca Brittany to end this all peacefully. It was so dumb. Just because Summer and Winter were diametrically opposed didn’t mean they had to drag us into this stupid conflict.

For a moment, I hesitated. Part of me wanted to go back and suck on Becca Brittany’s cock with Keily. Even though I knew it would cause me to loose, my lusts surged through me. My hand found my futa-dick, stroking it. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as I looked with longing behind me.

No. Focus.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to keep marching upriver. I released my futa-cock. Step-by-step, I put distance between myself and the pleasure the two futas shared. In minutes, the sounds of my sister and Becca’s passion had almost entirely faded. My futa-cock’s erection dwindled. It wasn’t painful any longer, only half-hard. It swayed before me, my round breasts bouncing. I had purpose. Determination.

I would find away for Keily and I to be happy. For all us futas to keep what we wished for.

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Officer Cindy Matheson

The water rushed around my feet as it drained back into the river. I brushed my hands clean of a few bits of sand as I savored my victory. My dick thrust hard before me, still remembering the heat of Dr. Rita’s bowels. The futa-doctor had cum so hard on my dick.

But she almost had me. When she brought up that I’d rather enjoy her cock fucking my pussy, there was a part of me that found that true. I actually contemplated letting her fuck me. Letting her win just so I could enjoy her futa-cock in my snatch. And when she came, her cock spurting in my stroking hand, I thought it was such a waste the cum wasn’t pumping into me.

What had those futa-fairies done to us?

“Oh, well,” I muttered, shaking my wet hair. The flow of water around my feet dwindled to a trickle, exposing the wet sand. The river had returned to normal. “Doesn’t really matter. As long as my dick’s in their holes, I can fight off the urge to be fucked.”

But if a Summer futa got her dick in me first… Would I stop fighting the way Dr. Rita had?
I shivered. I wanted to find my girlfriend, Marcie, and talk to her. I hope she was still in the game. How many members of Winter were still around? Was I the only one left? Was my encounter with Dr. Rita the first skirmish in this game or one of the last? I needed information.

Luckily, I had a way to get it.

Information was vital in war and police work. The more you knew, the more informed your actions were. And having an eye in the sky, whether it was a police chopper guiding units during a pursuit or a drone hovering high over the warzone, was a valuable asset.

Good thing I could fly.

The power Sylph gave me seized the air. I summoned a wind with the same effort as moving my arm to pump my hand up and down my girl-dick. As I jerked myself off—not fast, but savoring the tingling pleasure—I rose into the air, borne by the breeze I conjured.

The land fell away. I felt no real vertigo, just a sinking in my stomach like when a plane took off. I could see farther and farther the higher I climbed. The Year’s Divide flowed through the valley beneath. Stars were over my head, but midway across the river the night sky fuzzed into noon day soon. It looked perfect and warm on the other side of the river.

Winter was austere and beautiful, unchanging cold preserving the splendors found there while Summer held a riot of shifting colors. Of plants growing in new ways, unveiling new forms of natural art upon the world.

They both appealed to me.

I gazed at the river, contemplating which way to go. I settled on the direction the river flowed which I decided to call north. The wind propelled me as I flew downriver, the land passing beneath me not much faster than I could run, but I had such perspective.

I flicked my eyes around, any movement attracting my attention. I occasionally spotted a fey on either side of the river, their strange coloring—one had skin of flashing red, another had a glow of pink light about her—separating them from my quarry.

After about ten minutes of flying, I spotted a figure walking along the river alone. Excitement surged through me. I was too far away to make out details, but I didn’t think the figure was a fey. It was a futa. My dick throbbed and I gathered my winds to speed me faster towards her.

I was eager for another battle. Another tight ass or juicy pussy to enjoy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Fatima Samara

I drifted through the river. The ice magic that had frozen me still gripped most of my body. But I was able to move more and more. I could flex my toes and my right arm could bend at the elbow now. My neck could turn as I drifted through the current beneath the surface.

Somehow, I could breathe. It must be what Cliodna did to me. The fey had found me frozen and fucked me. She’d given me some sort of magic. It made me so slick to the touch that when the Korean futa who defeated poor Cassie went to fuck me, the force of her thrust caused me to slide out into the river.

I couldn’t wait to get back into the game. I wanted to get payback on that Korean futa. I wanted to protect Cassie. She felt like one of my own daughters. I’d made love to Cassie. I enjoyed her the way I had my sister and our four daughters.

The current suddenly eddied about me. I gasped, bubbles rising from my mouth—apparently, I could move that now. My hair drifted behind me as the river spun me around. I didn’t know what was happening and—

I broke out of the water and my back slid up onto the sandy shore. My legs were still in the water in a little side-pool. The strange, whirling eddy, had sucked me into the pool and popped me out of the river. I sighed, staring up at the midnight sky, stars twinkling.

I was on Winter’s side. Great.

It was so unnerving. Though I couldn’t move, I’d felt safe in the river. But here… Here any Winter futa could track me down. I bet that Korean futa was chasing after me. She didn’t look happy when I slipped into the river.

I had to move. I had to get up. I had to be able to fight. Because I was so exposed. There was brush to my right, hiding me from anyone upriver, but downstream I had no cover. I was so vulnerable. My stomach squirmed.

My fingers clenched. I moved my right arm at the elbow. I reached my belly, brushing my flaccid futa-cock. My toes flexed. My knees creaked, on the verge of being able to move. I took deep breaths, my heart racing so fast.

I stared up at the strange sky, stars twinkling down at me on this side of the river. I licked my lips. I took deep breaths. I had to stay calm. Panicking wouldn’t accomplish anything but tire me out faster. I sucked in deep breaths, my wet tits rising and falling.

I focused on the environment. Over the rush of the river, I heard the croak of frogs and the rustle of bushes. There was something sighing on the wind. I frowned at that. There was a feminine quality to it. Something husky and…

Sex.

Futas were having sex near me.

I could hear the feminine passion. The moans drifted on the wind from me. It sounded like it was coming from upriver, past the bush that blocked my sight. It kept me hidden. I shivered. My cock throbbed harder and harder, brushing my hand resting on my belly.

My pussy grew wet. Those moans sounded so lusty. I swallowed, not sure if one of my futa-allies was loosing right now. Or winning. That could be Deidre or Kimmy or Dr. Rita. The futa-doctor was a take-charge type of woman. I could see her fucking a Winter futa hard, those ebony breasts of hers heaving as she plowed over and over into her foe’s pussy.

I pictured that petite, Korean woman on her hands and knees before Dr. Rita. That delicate, porcelain face twisted in pleasure as the Black futa-doctor plowed her hard from behind. The Korean futa’s small breasts jiggled beneath her, her skin this lovely shade of pale-olive, her nipples a dusky-brown, almost as dark as my own nubs.

“That’s it,” I whispered, “fuck that naughty futa, Dr. Rita.”

My eyes closed, focusing on my fantasy. My pussy grew wetter, my thighs slicker with my excited cream. My hand grasped my futa-dick. I twitched on the beach, my half-frozen body trembling in delight as I stroked up and down my girl-cock. I brushed the tip. Pleasure shot through me.

I let out soft whimpers, the sounds of the futas fucking filling my ears. I heard the slap of flesh-on-flesh, that wicked sound of passion. I pictured Dr. Rita’s ebony tits heaving as she plowed the Korean bitch hard.

“Yes, yes, fuck her cunt! Defeat her, Dr. Rita!” I hissed, stroking my girl-dick faster and faster.

I squirmed more on the beach, my ass clenching in the soft sand. My feet, still in the river water, twitched, water splashing around them. I shouldn’t be making such noise. I shouldn’t even be masturbating, but I was just so turned on.

My hand felt so good on my cock. I imagined it was Sa’dia, my eldest daughter. Twenty and lovely, her breasts round and dusky, her nipples brown and hard. She lay beside me on the beach, her hand pumping up and down my dick.

That’s it, Mother, she purred. You’re going to win and come back to us with your futa-dick. We all miss you. We’re all waiting for you.

“I’ll come back,” I groaned. “Dr. Rita will vanquish that Korean bitch and find me.”

She will, Mother. And we’ll all be waiting for you.

I shivered, imagining her sucking on my breast as she fisted my dick, her lips so delicious. “My little star,” I groaned. “I’m returning home to you with my futa-cock!”

My pleasure built and built as I stroked my dick so fast and hard. The sounds of the futas fucking—Dr. Rita slamming her girl-dick into that Korean bitch’s cunt—growing louder and louder. Their passion built and built. They were approaching their climax.

And Dr. Rita’s victory.

My imagination bounced between my daughter stroking my girl-dick and Dr. Rita fucking the Korean futa. The Black woman plowed her cock so hard into the bitch’s cunt, making the Korean futa’s shaft bounce between her legs.

It’s so good, the bitch moaned. Oh, Dr. Rita, I’m going to cum so hard on your girl-dick. It’s just the best.

You nasty slut! moaned Dr. Rita. You’re going to cum on my big, Black dick.

She will, Mother, purred the fantasy of my daughter. She’ll cum on her dick. And I’ll cum on yours.

Suddenly, my daughter was straddling me in my imagination. Instead of my hand stroking my shaft, it was her hot, tight, wet pussy sliding down it. I groaned, savoring being in her incestuous flesh, her barely legal cunt gripping my cock so hard. Her breasts jiggled as she worked her hips up and down my dick.

“Little star,” I moaned, my pleasure building and building in my ovaries.

Yes, yes, yes, Mother, Sa’dia groaned, her snatch clenching so hard on my dick. Your cock’s so amazing in me. I’m going to cum so hard on your dick. You’ll breed me all over again, Mother!

“I will, little star!”

My legs spasmed. My hand flew on my girl-dick. I sucked in deep breaths. More and more of my body moved as my pleasure surged through me. My fantasies warred in my mind, my daughter riding my cock and Dr. Rita fucking that futa-bitch.

I’m cumming! moaned the Korean futa. I’m cumming on your big dick, Dr. Rita!

“Cum in her! Defeat her!” I hissed, furiously beating off my erection, pretending it was my daughter’s tight, hot, wet cunt fucking my dick.

Cum in me, Mother! screeched my daughter through my thoughts. Yes!

“Little star!” I groaned.

Take my cum, bitch! howled Dr. Rita.

Everyone was cumming in my imagination and in real life. I heard the two futas screaming out in rapture. My own cock spurted jizz. I imagined it pumping into the cumming snatch of my eldest daughter even as the hot jizz rained down across my heaving breasts.

As my ecstasy washed through me, I pictured Dr. Rita burying her cock into the Korean futa’s wet pussy. She moaned and groaned, her body heaving as she pumped her futa-cum into the woman’s snatch.

Defeating her.

“We’re winning!” I moaned.

You are, Mother, gasped my daughter.

My pussy convulsed. My juices flooded down my thighs as more spunk splattered my tits. I whimpered in delight, my left arm moving finally. I smeared the cream into my tits as the rapture flooded through me. I buzzed in delight as I imagined my daughter kissing me, loving me, her round boobs pressing into my cum-stained tits.

I love you, Mother. We’re all waiting for you, she whispered. We all love you.

“I love you,” I groaned, shivering in delight as my orgasm peaked through me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ms. Ji-Woo Kim
My wrist flicked in irritation. The cold shot from my fingers and struck the Year’s Divide. The river’s surface crackled as it froze into a little iceberg the size of a volleyball. It bobbed down the current, heading in the direction that the busty, Arab futa must be drifting.

I can’t believe she escaped me. That damned fey who fucked her gave her some weird power. But once I found the Arab and anchored her to the ground with my ice, I would make sure she wouldn’t slip away when I rammed my girl-dick into her.

I would vanquish another Summer futa and bring us one step closer to winning.

My futa-dick ached before me, throbbing in memory of the Arab woman’s pussy. Pussy denied my cock. I groaned, fighting the urge to masturbate as I stalked down the river, my naked feet padding on the soft sand.

The wind picked up around me, whistling as it howled down the river. My black hair blew in my face for a moment. I clawed it away, my anger spiking, and howled, “I’m going to find you, and I’m going to spank your ass for getting away from me!”

“I like the sound of that,” a woman said behind me.

I let out a frightened shriek. My cock smacked me in the stomach as I leaped into the air. I whirled around, gathering cold around my hands, channeling the frigid power of Winter with the same effort it took to breathe, prepared to unleash my powers on…

“Oh, thank god,” I groaned, seeing the busty, blonde futa who frightened me. “You’re Officer Cindy, right?”

“Yes, and you’re Ms. Kim.” The futa-cop smiled. “My girlfriend teaches your daughter, Yunjin. Marcie loved taking her virginity.”

“Yeah, she robbed me of that delight,” I sighed.

“Yeah, my daughter, Amber, also got her cherry popped by that naughty futa-professor.” A grin crossed her lush lips. “But I spanked her ass hard. She liked it. Marcie loves having her ass reddened.”

“Yes, I found that with my employees. Sometimes, I think they make ‘mistakes’ on purpose. Nothing big or anything, just enough to get spanked.”

Officer Cindy grinned, her futa-dick twitching before her. “Sounds like my type of work environment. So, who did you want to spank?”

“This Arab futa! She got away from me.” I let out a huff. “I had her frozen and immobilized while I fucked her companion, this barely legal cheerleader. After I defeated her, I went back to fuck the Arab woman and found a fey fucking her.”

“And that gave her powers.” Officer Cindy nodded her head. “I defeated a futa with powers, too. Dr. Rita.”

“So at least two are down,” I said with a grin. “But this Arab futa, she slipped away. Like her body could slid on the ground without any friction. I just thrust my cock into her and she glided away like she was on ice instead of sand and vanished into the river.”

“Damn,” Officer Cindy said. “So you’re heading downstream looking for her?”

I nodded.

“Well, let me scout ahead and see what I find!”

I arched an eyebrow. “Why don’t we just go together?”

“I don’t think you can fly.” She gave me a huge grin.

Before I could comment on that, winds howled around her. My hair whipped about my head and she took off into the sky like superwoman or something. She looked so graceful, blonde hair whipping about her face as she flew off downriver.

I followed on foot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keily Reddings

“We shouldn’t,” Becca Brittany moaned even as I rolled over onto my hands and knees.

I wiggled my cute rump at me. I wanted to make sure my sister got far away, so more distraction was needed. She almost got herself caught, but luckily I sucked girl-cock better than anyone. Plus, I really, really wanted to feel the Becca Brittany’s girl-cock in me.

Deidre would be so jealous when this was all over. And so will Ms. Marcie, my futa-teacher, and my friends: Yunjin, Pattie, Amber, and the rest.

“Come on, you can’t resist my barely legal pussy,” I purred at her. “No futa can.”

“You are a little minx,” Becca Brittany groaned. “There could be Summer futas around.”

Well, there was one, but she wasn’t a threat. My sister was our salvation. She would figure out a way for us to break the rules and stop playing this dumb game.

“We’re fine. Just fuck me. Please. How can you say no?” I looked over my shoulder, and gave her the saddest puppy dog look I could. I shook my hips more, my futa-cock smacking from thigh-to-thigh as it waved. “Pretty please.”

The busty blonde reporter groaned, stroking her dick wet with my saliva. “You are just insatiable. Okay. One fuck, then we have to get moving.”

“One fuck!” I grinned.

I groaned as she fell to her knees behind me, her futa-cock smacking my rump. Ooh, that felt so naughty. Then she brought her girl-cock down between my thighs. I groaned in utter delight as she slid the tip of her shaft down to my pussy lips. She nudged the thick crown at my labia, sliding it up and down my snatch.

I pushed up my glasses real quick and braced myself to be pounded by the futa-reporter. I just knew this would be a fuck to remember. That she would have her girl-dick pumping in and out of my young cunt so hard.

“My friends are going to be soooooo jealous,” I grinned. “They already are because I became a futa and they didn’t.”

Becca Brittany laughed. “You are a naughty one. You remind me of my daughter.”

“Good! Fuck me like her!”

Becca Brittany thrust her cock into my snatch and did.

The delight of her girl-dick ramming home into my cunt shot down to the tip of my dick. I whimpered, my futa-cock twitching hard. It almost smacked me in the belly. I groaned, my head dangling down, my glasses slipping as I stared down my body to my bush of fine, red hair and her shaved pussy pressing into it.

What a yummy pussy.

Then she drew back her hips. I could just see her futa-shaft withdrawing from my cunt covered in a wet sheen of my juices. Then she rammed it back into me. My entire body shook. My breasts bounced and jiggled as she filled me to the hilt again.

I let out a whimpering moan. I bit my lip, swiveling my hips from side-to-side. I stirred her cock around inside my cunt as she groaned. I heard her huge tits slap together above me. She drew back again and rammed in just as hard.

Over and over, she fucked me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “The Becca Brittany is fucking my cunt! Oh, yes, I love it! Stir me up! Make me cum on this amazing dick!”

“I’ll make you explode,” growled the futa-reporter. “Your little cunny will be spasming so hard on my girl-dick.”

“Promise?” I whimpered.

“Promise, slut!”

She thrust so hard into me. She had my little titties jiggling and my ass bouncing. She slapped her crotch over and over into me. I rocked on the beach, my fingers digging into the sand, my knees furrowing into the soil. I shuddered, bucking back into her, working my hips, drinking in all the pleasure I could.

I wanted to make the most of this amazing treat. My body drank it in. Shuddering, I watched my futa-cock bounced and jiggle before me. It sometimes smacked into my belly from the force of her thrusts. Precum flicked from the tip, sometimes splattering my belly. Once, a salty drop landed on my lips.

I loved it.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Becca Brittany!” I howled. “Fuck me like you do your daughter on live TV!”

“Ooh, yes, I love fucking her cunt while the cameras roll!” she gasped. “Just pounding her and filling her pussy with my girl-dick.”

“I bet she just loves it!” I gave a wicked giggle, squeezing my twat on her thrusting clit-dick. “I know she loves it. I’ve watched her cum on your dick so many times during your news reports. It always makes me explode in rapture!”

“I love making my fans happy,” she panted, plowing my pussy.

It was amazing. My hips wiggled more, moving as the pleasure built and built around my ovaries. My pussy drank in the amazing pleasure the futa-reporter gave me. My fingers clawed at the ground. My eyes widened. I whimpered in rapture. I sucked in such deep breaths as stars danced before my eyes.

It was just so good. Such a hot fuck. The older beauty pounded me so hard. Her hands gripped my hips as she rammed her girl-dick into my depths. She stirred my hot cunt to a froth. She had me dripping with cream. It flooded down my thighs.

“Oh, my god, just a little bit more, Becca Brittany,” I whimpered. “I just need a little bit more and then I’ll explode.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned the futa-reporter. “You’ll cum so hard on my dick! Mmm, yes! Your pussy’s getting so hot and tight on my dick!”

“Yes!” I groaned in delight. “That’s good. Ooh, Becca Brittany, keep plowing into me. Just make me explode in rapture!”

She hammered my cunt so hard. So wonderfully hard. I bit my lip as she rammed into me. The pleasure ignited by her burning friction flared through my right to my ovaries. The heat engulfed them. My eyes widened.

I came.

My pussy writhed on her dick as I howled in rapture. My futa-cock erupted. My cum spurted, splashing onto the sand as I heaved and groaned. My fingers clawed at the beach. I shuddered and shivered, stirring my cunt around on her dick as I came.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Cum in me, Becca Brittany!”

“Yes!” she hissed, slamming into my writhing depths. “You little slut!”

Her futa-jizz exploded into my hungry pussy. I groaned and gasped, sucking in such deep breaths as she spurted over and over into me. She filled me to the brim. A dizzy lust shot thorough me. I squirmed my hips as my futa-cock fired out the last of my own spunk.

Becca Brittany groaned as she enjoyed my snatch. She basted my hot cunt with so much spunk. She’d be leaking out of me as we walked. I groaned, loving it.

And wished it was Deidre’s spunk leaking out of me.

For a moment, a wave of longing washed over me. I wanted this to be over, but I knew my futa-sister would figure out a way for us to win. Maybe I could even convince Becca Brittany to help. I shivered, my pussy sucking at my pussy.

She didn’t want to lose her cock any more than the Summer futas did.

“Ooh, that was good,” she panted, pulling her cock out my snatch. “But we can’t stay here. We got to get moving.”

“Yes!” I said, hopping to my feet. My sister went upriver, so we should go down. I pointed at the thick bush growing along the river bank. “That way!”

Her cum leaked out of my pussy as I bounded forward, such eager energy bursting through me. Such certainty that this would work out for all of us. Nothing could possible go wrong. Deidre and I would be futas forever and ever!

“So,” I said as I neared the bush. “Do you ever think there’s a way that neither side has to lose their futa-cocks, Becca Brittany?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Fatima Samara

My breasts heaved as I came down from my high. I shuddered, stroking my dick a final time. I looked my head around. I realized I could move. Whatever had frozen me had worn off. I smiled and gained my feet…

Just as a cute, auburn-haired futa with glasses bounded around the bush, her girl-cock bouncing before her. She was looking over her shoulder and hadn’t yet realized I was here until she almost blundered into me.

She squeaked when she stumbled back.

I pounced, realizing that this little Winter futa must have vanquished a Summer futa. It wasn’t Dr. Rita defeating that Korean bitch like I fantasized. I grabbed the girl’s shoulders and slammed her down onto the beach.

She gasped, her glasses almost flying off her face but catching on her eyebrows. Then my girl-cock rammed into her cunt. I felt her pussy around my dick. She felt so wonderfully delicious. I shuddered in delight, driving my hips hard into her depths.

“Becca Brittany!” the girl shrieked. “Deidre!”

And then the bush beside us rustled. I looked up to see branches surging forward at me. Beside the plant, the futa-reporter herself glared at me, her futa-cock soaked in pussy juices. My stomach sank. It wasn’t this girl fucking a Summer futa I heard.

It was two Winter futas having fun.

The branches grabbed me as Becca Brittany lunged forward, her girl-cock so hard for my pussy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Officer Cindy Matheson

I soared through the sky, leaving Ms. Kim behind. I gazed ahead and spotted someone else walking beside the river. She headed upriver towards me. She had red hair. I frowned. Was that Keily? I flew lower, studying this futa.

She didn’t have glasses like Keily, but her face was similar. This girl was older, maybe twenty, her breasts rounder and she stood taller. And that meant that she was a Summer futa. I grinned. I didn’t find this missing Arab woman, but it was time to score another victory for my side.

I gathered my winds and pounced.

To be continued…

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Nike A Go Go
By Jimmmy D.

When I pull over to the dirty, rotten gutter Nike starts rumaging in the back of the jeep, “What are you looking for?” I ask, not turning around, but still taking a peek in the back of the keep. “Nothing she says, grabbing something and spinning back around in her seat. She’s found her black trench coat, she hasn’t worn it in ages. She steps out of the jeep and throws it around her shoulds. Its a plain black trench coat that goes down to about her ankles, it looks relatively clean, but only Nike knows what godawful things that jacket has seen.

There are puddles of merky water in the gutters and in potholes on the street, though it hasn’t rain in years. This place smells rotten, like some dead animal; like a colony of huge, fat rats gathered under the streets and committed mass suicide just to make this place smell like shit. My mind lingers on this thought for only a moment then I move on. I follow Nike into Fred’s shop. She opens the entrance but pauses for a second, she starts hacking then spits a wad of phlegm on the siewalk, near the feet of a passerby. After this profound moment she disregards it and moves into the shop, I follow her.

In Fred’s shop the lights are fluorescent but still dim, and considering it’s location the place is relatively clean. All along the walls on either side of myself and Nike are glass cases filled with guns and ammuntion, and above these cases, on the walls, are tons of racks holding up huge guns and swords, and other things of this sort. I stop at a case, maybe the fifth or sixth along the wall. This is the case I always stop at becuase it’s full of antique revolvers, like sixshooters. These days no one uses a gun unless it has seven magazine slots and five sights, infrared, and night vision; in short no one uses anything but a B.F.G.(B.F.G. meaning Big Fucking Gun). But me, I have class, I like to blast a fuckers head off with a nice sixgun, I’m particularly partial to the .357 magnum.

Not many people watch films anymore, especially since the earth has gone on menopause, I but like to watch a nice flm every now and again. A while back when Nike, Flem, Frank and myself were looting up some old scraps from some broken down beater we came across a box of films, not film reels though, more like laser discs. Either way they had a bunch of old movies; Dirty Harry, The Pale Rider, The Good The Bad and The Ugly, and other movies in that vein. I am a huge Clint Eastwood fan, probably the only one anymore, no one is ‘light-hearted’ enough to watch films when the world is crashing down around our ears, but I really don’t care. Everyone has got to die some time.

After imagining myself riding out on the range during sundown I start walking quick, like to catch up with Nike who, despite my pausing, has kept moving on her path. “Slow down Nike, Fred’s not going anywhere.” I tell Nike, catching up with her, and shortening my strides to match hers. “Yea who gives a flying fuck, I don’t like Fred too much and I sure as fuck don’t like his goddamn sleazy ass store.” she tells me, and even though she’s not looking at me I can tell she says this through a rotten sneer. “Who are you calling sleazy?” I say this at a whisper, like only I can hear it, but Nike picks it up, “Yea, why don’t you fuck off, instead of having a fuck with me you’ll hafta choke your own goddamn chicken.” she tells me off.
“Well if I don’t fuck you then you don’t get fucked.” I say matter-of-factly.
“I’ll just go out to some bar and find some random fucker to get it on with.” she taunts me, “It’s not like I gotta worry about AIDs or any of that fuckin’ shit.”
“Yea well… Fuck you…” I say this last bit at length, not knowing what else to say.

Nike gives a mocking laugh, we both know she’s won the argument. At the end of this part of the building is a small office, where we’ll most likely find Fred. That’s where he always is. When reach come close to the back door Nike stops and turns to me, “You do the talkin’ and do it fast, I don’t wanna be around this faggot longer than we hafta be, okay?” she tells me, looking straight into my eyes, I nod. I reach up and knock on the door twice. “Yes, I’m very busy, who is it?” a voice calls through the door, Fred’s voice. “It’s me, me and Nike that is.” I shout back through the door.

After a moment, and bit of paper rustling the door flies open and there stands Fred Lowe. He’s probably about 6’1″ or 2″, he’s sort of lanky but has broad sholders. He’s got shirt black hair and glasses, today he’s got a bit of face stubble and he looks a little worn out. “Good to see you again, my friends.” he tells us forcing a, what he would think of as welcoming, smile through his constant grimace. He steps to the side and ushers us into the cramped office, “how have you been?” he asks in a friendly manner, “Good.” I say simply, and Nike just nods. He points to the three chairs infront of his desk, which is cluttered with papers and photographs, I take a seat in the one to the far left, and night sets in the one on the far right.

He takes a seat at his desk and continues he’s bitter-sweet smile, “What brings you to my neck of the woods?” he asks, looking from Nike to me. I hesitate for a second, but then press on, “The same thing we always come here for.” I tell him. “You need rare and expensive parts then.” he says putting his right forefinger to his chin. “Well you got the ‘rare’ part right.” I say jokingly, though not really wanting to spend any money. “Of course, of course.” he says laughing at my feeble joke.

“So what sort of items are you looking for?” just the usual questions.
“Well, we’re looking for a p38 to 3.75mm adapter for one of our energy generators. And maybe a few guns and some ammuntion.” I knock the list off.
“Well, it’s going to take a while on the p38 to 3.75mill piece, that’s rare, and I know we don’t have any of those in stock, I’ll have to order it, but it’ll take anywhere from two days to a week for delivery though. And on the guns: what you see is what you get.”
“Okay, well…” I pause, I dont want to stay in town for a week, and I know Nike doesn’t either, “Well, we’ll go ahead and take the guns I guess, but Nike and I will hve to talk about the adapter…” I pause, waiting for him to get up and leave us alone, but he doesn’t move. “Can you give us a quick minute.” realization hits him and he gives an embarassed laugh, “Of course, of course. I’m so sorry.” he hops out from behind his desk and walks toward the door, “If you would be so kind as to open the door when your done.” the he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Once the door is locked Nike jumps out of her seat and starts walking around his office. She looks around his three filing cabinets, and thumbs through the documents and photos on his desk, “What are you doing?” I ask in a shouted whisper. “Shutup!” she says this in the same hushed yell, “I’m looking for something we can mke money off of.” I give her a puzzled look, “look, idiot, if he’s got to order this fuckin’ adapter then it’s gonna cost us out the ass. And I dont know about you, but I don’t wanna pay like that.” she opens the draws to his desk and hits paydirt.

She reahces her hand into the drawer and draws it out, holding a golden antique revolver. She smiles and tosses it to me, expecting me to be an expert. “Wow…” I say more to myself than to her, “An M1869 .45 Caliber Schofield single action sixshooter, with a nickel finish.” I resite this almost involuntarily while I finger the gun and turn it over in my hands, “This is so freaking cool.” I’m awestruck, this is such an awesome pistol, “Glad you like it, it’s a sale then, we’ll take it.” she says smiling in a viscious, greedy way.

“Okay,” I say, preparing to change subjects, “What about the adapter?” I say this pocketing the pistol.
“Fuck…” she sys in contemplation, “I guess we’ll hafta wait on it, we can’t go back without it, we fuckin’ need it” she makes up both our minds.
“Alright.” I say, moving to the door, as to open it. As I reach for the knock it twists before I can reach it and the door opens again, “Sorry, I couldn’t stand the suspence.” Fred says. He’s laughing when he sits back at his desk, “So what have you decided?” he asks me.

“You should know, you were fuckin’ eavesdropping.” Nike says before I can answer him. I look from Nike to Fred and notice Fred’s face is turning red, “Well,” he chuckles, “I’m sorry, I can’t resist and secret” he continues to laugh, but Nike stares daggers and knives at him. “Well then, you know that we’ll order it then, Fred.” I tell him, looking down at my feet; fucking dickwad. “Naturally.” he says smugly.

“Okay, you get in contact with your people then get back with us, we’ll need to know how long we’ll have to wait.” I explain to Fred.
“Of course, of course…” Fred pauses for a second, crunching numbers in his head, “Come back tomorrow, I should know when it will arrive by tomorrow.” he tells me.
“What time?”
“Maybe…” he looks at the ceiling, “One, no two pm, no one. Come back tomorrow at around one pm.”
“Alright, fine, we’ll be here.” I stand up with Nike and we leave. I notice Nike has bit more speed in her steps now than when we were arriving, she must really hate Fred. Who knew cyborgs could be so prejudice.

Nike pushes the door open hard, nearly sending them off their henges, “You really hate Fred huh?” I ask as we jump into the jeep, me driving again. “I just don’t like fuckety ass faggots, thats all.” she says with a rotten sneer. “So what do you want to do for the rest of the night?” I ask starting the car up. The engine rumbles and the vehicle starts to rattle.
“Let’s go to a bar, get something to eat, then get someone to eat.” she tells me, a curly grin on her face.
“Someone to eat?” I look at her strangely, “A girl then?”
“Yea, I think another hot piece of pussy might liven things up, who knows, we might find antoher big dick to bring back with us.”

We’re driving down 138th again, we’re heading to Clyde’s, which is on 140th and 67th. It’s a friday night and there are always all kinds of people staying around Clyde’s a lot of hot girls, and a few good looking guys, nothing special; I’m sure atleast one will peak Nike’s interest. Night falls soon enough and we’re sitting outside Clyde’s, sitting in the jeep. “Okay, we needta find a nice short brunette, with a nice big ass.” she explains to me what kind of girl she is looking for. I nod at every new characteristic and feature she adds, “long hair, red lips, cute small boobs.” I agree with everything she says, her and I have similar taste in girls.

I pull the keys out of the ignition, Nike strips off her trench coat, and we step through the doors. The instant we enter the door heads are turning after Nike, whethers it’s becuase of the fact that they know who she is, or because she’s sexy, I don’t know. I look over at Nike, and she looks gorgeous, particularly in this light. She’s checking out the bar, looking from table to table, seat to seat, looking for a prime piece of meat. “No…” “Not her…” “Too thin…” I hear her mumbling to herself, apparently about teh grls who don’t meet her standards.

“Let’s take a seat at the bar, have a drink, you know.” I tell her making my way toward the bar, she follows, sort of. She’s zigzagging her way across the floor, looking at every girl she can see before reaching the bar. “Dry beer, J & B.” I told the bar tender, he turns and looks to Nike, “The same for her.” I say, brushing him away. I turn around and run my eye over the bar, there are a few choice girls I’d like to have, but what does Nike think? “Like anything?” I ask her, sipping my beer, not looking at her.

She keeps looking around, lingering in a place for no longer than a few seconds, “Kinda, there are a few hotties, but mostly ugly fucking pigs.” she doesn’t look at me. She picks up her beer and drinks it down in one, two gulps; she’s definitly some kind of machine. “Well, do we have someone that meets your requirements?” I ask her, glaring hard at her breasts. She continues looking around then turns her eye on me, “Yea, I see one.” she tells me.
“Well who the fuck is it?” I ask, getting a little frustrated, she won’t stop dodging my freaking question.
“Her.” she says pointing into a crowd of four, maybe five girls. There are a few cutey pies, they’re all looking pretty young, seventeen or eighteen years old maybe.
“Which?” I still can’t tell which girl she’s talking about.
“The one with the long brown hair, with the glasses.” she tells me condescendingly, as if I can’t understand what she’s saying.

I find the girl she’s talking about immediatly, and wowey, what a little honey dip. She’s got curly, shoulder length blonde hair and a nice round butt. She’s got a cute face and those black-hornrimmed glasses make her look even better. I wonder what sort of diplomatic way Nike will go about getting this girl to come back to a motel with us. Nke get’s up and starts wandering over to the gaggle of girls, not stepping off to look at anything else, just walking straight at them, she looks like she has meaning in her face.

Nike snaps at the girl and gets her attention, but I can’t hear what they’re talking about, the noise in the bar is too much. Nike says something else and the girl’s face flushes, she turns bright pink, and she looks even more cute! Nike holds her hands up in front of the girl, like she’s talking about a fishing trip, like she caught a huge fish, then Nike points to me. What the hell are these girls talking about?

Nike leaves the girl and comes back to me, she sits down a the bar and orders another beer. “Well? Is she coming with us?” I ask, laying my hand on Nike’s thigh. Nike kind of shivers, takes a sip of her beer, then looks me sqaure in the eye “She’ll meet us out front in five minutes.” she tells me like it’s no big deal.
“What? How did you hook her?” I’m dumbfounded.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it, the point is that she’s coming with us, now pay the fucking barkeeper and let’s get out front and wait for her.” She sips her beer again and lays it down on the bar.

I wave to the bartender and he promptly walks over. He draws up the tab and gives me the bill, so I lay down the cash and leave him a nice five dollar tip, “It’s your lucky day.” I tell him tossing the cash on the bill. Nike and I stand up and find our way out of the bar, which is a little hard seeng as how the bar is packed to the brim with swingers and sluts looking for dirty one night stands, so I guess Nike and I are one less pair of perverts.

Nike and I hop into my jeep and we sit out in front of the bar, waiting for our little girlie. I start the engine up and turn on the heater, it’s a little cold out tonight. After a few moments of sitting in silence with Nike our little girl friend comes out of the dim light of this rusty little bar, but there is someone with her, a man. He’s sort of tall (at least taller than I am) and he’s got long wavy hair. He has chiseled features and a puss full of straight, white choppers; and he’s smiling a lot for some reason.

The little girl stands beside our ride for a second and looks at me, “Hello, I’m Gillian.” she tells, trying to be polite, “And this is my boyfriend, Devin.” I look Devin over once and I look Gillian over twice, then a third time for good measure. “Hop in.” I tell her throwing my eyes on the road ahead of us. The jeep purs away while we drive down these mucky roads, the vibrations climb in my gut and nestle down, then crawl back out again and after that, on comes the next wave.

I find a low down motel and I pull into the parking lot, not because it’s the only one that’s vacant, but becuase it’s only fifteen credits a night for one person, so Nike and the other two can sneak in once I’ve paid. I hop out of the jeep and find my way over to the office where I pay the desk clerk fifteen credits for the night. He gives me a weary glance and I wink at him, then I leave the office laughing like a jackal.

Room twenty-three on the second floor. So I whistle down to Nike and she brings up our two friends, Devin and Gillian, and I can already tell we are in for a hell of a night. The first thing Nike does when we all get into the room, and I close the door, is strip down to her bare ass. So Gillian and I start to do the same, but Devin stands their looking at me shyly. I take my time when I undress, I slowly losen my shoe laces then toss my boots off to the side, then I slide my shirt and my pants off. Gillian is undressed and staring at me while I get down to my boxers, Nike is standing to the side with her arms crossed and Devin is still standing there fully clothed, all eyes are on me.

I pretend not to notice everyone staring at me, waiting for that special moment, and I just pull my boxers off. I step out of them and toss them across the room. I stand up and look around, and put my fists on my hips, trying to show off my piece a little bit. “You were right.” Gillian whispers to Nike, her face going a little red. “Yip, that’s why I keep him around.” she says jokingly serious. She steps up to me and grabs hold of my flaccid shaft, then she turns to Gillian and Devin and winks at them.

I put my hands behind my back when Nike kneels down infront of me; finally, Nike’s going to give me a freaking blow job! She licks up and down the shaft and strokes it a little to get it hard. She holds my cock up and kisses the head, then she slides into her mouth; though not all the way, only about the first two inches. SAhe doesnt let me fuck her mouth though, she just sucks on it like a popcicle.

Nike pops my cock out of her mouth and looks to Gillian, so Gillian joins Nike on her knees. At this point Devin finally starts to undress. Nike and Gillian take turns licking my cock; Nike holds it to herself, licking it over, then holding it out for Gillian to lick it. My breathing is getting heavier as they change pace and Nike starts sliding it into her mouth, then Gillian does the very same. I’m moving closer and closer. They keep sliding my piece in and out of eachothers mouths and before too much longer they’re taking turns sucking on it. I especially like Gillian’s way of giving head, she’s twirling and twisiting her tongue around my cock like a slimey snake.

I’m getting nervous when Devin joins Gillian and Nike on their knees infront of me, does he want to suck my dick too? “Whose gonna suck Devin off?” I ask, trying to get him away from me. “No one, silly.” Gillian told me in the splick second she pulled my cock out of her mouth. “That’s the deal,” Nike starts to tell me, “They came with so that me, Gillian, and Devin will all get fucked by you.”
“I don’t know about that.” I’m not gay.
“Look here fucker, you’re going to let me, Gillian, and even Devin suck you off, then your gonna fuck all of us up the asses, and that includes Devin.” Nike tells me, threateningly.
“I ain’t fucking gay, Nike” I tell her, trying to reason.
“Gay or straight, there’s no real difference anymore, that is a decades old problem.” Devin tells me getting closer, pushing Nike and Gillian apart. “Whoa, whoa! Hold on!” I start to yell when Nike hands my cock off to Devin.
“Oh relax Benny-boy,” Nike tries to relax me, “If some guy is sucking your dick youre not gay, its just some faggot sucking you off, that doesnt make you gay.” she has a crappy logic.
I take a deep breth, preparing myself for the pain when Devin leans in on my crotch. Wasting no time he takes my entire length in his mouth and starts in by deepthroating me. When I he push down on my cock no further he sticks his tongue out and starts licking, this is probably for less endowed men though; when he sticks his tongue out he is supposed to be able to lick the dude’s balls, but it’s pretty much impossble to do with my cock.

NIke gives Devin’s ass a nice slap before she stands up. She leans in on my and starts kissing me hard, really hard. She bites my bottom lip and she bites my tongue, she sticks her wet, writhing tongue in my mouth, and I am about to scream with ecstacy. She starts sucking my tongu, which almost sends me over the edge, then I remember there s a dude on my cock, and that brings me back off my cloud. She holds my head close to hers, gripping my hair to keep me in place. Then she backs off.

She crawls back down to where Devin and Gillian are. Gillian and Nike kiss and run their tongues up and down the sides of my cock while Devin handles the head, it’s pure pleasure. I put my my hand behind Nike’s head, rubbing her neck, and shouldesr gently; I do the same to Gillian. “C’mon, yea, I’m getting there.” I tell them between breathless gasps.

Finally Nike grabs hold of my fat shaft and starts jerking me off, this deters Gillian for a second, but then she joins in. There is easily enough room for Gillian and Nike to fit both their hands on my cock all at the same, so that’s what they do. The two girls are jerking my off, with four hands total, while Devin keeps sucking away at the head of my cock. “Oh fuck, Oh shit.” I mutter, I’m getting closer and closer, shit…

“Oh, Fuck!…” I cum like a freight train. My cum spurts up in Devin’s face while he holds his mouth open(though none actually gets into his mouth) I’m breathing heavly while the cum still squirts out, leaning back on my arms, “Shit…” Devin isn’t done yet, he’s still jerking my cock slowly, trying to milk it for every drop of cum.

I am being pulled and twisted like pink taffy at this point. I’m disgusted with myself for letting some faggot suck my cock, but at the same time it feels so fucking good… Almost as good as Nike, though I would never tell her this. I’d never live it down if I told her getting my cock sucked by a guy was almost as good as being sucked by her…

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Bellatrix Lestrange has Harry Potter and Hermione Granger held hostage at Malfoy manor, with Draco the only other person there, she decides to have a little fun!

BELLATRIX’S PLAYTIME

Bellatrix Lestange placed the dirty plate and cutlery she had just used into the sink and turned to face her nephew Draco who was sitting at the dinner table finishing his meal.

” Draco I am going to venture upstairs shortly and tend to the boy Potter and the mudblood Granger,but before I do is there anything you wish to ask me?”

” No aunt Bellatrix, what do you mean?”

Draco looked uneasy and shifted in his chair.
Bellatrix Lestrange smiled a wicked smile and stepped forward towards the table, her bosom heaving as the tight corset she was wearing struggled to contain her large white tits!
She circled the table and stroked Draco’s hair with her hand, the other hand slid down towards his crotch and grabbed at it!

“Dont try and pretend Draco, I know what you want, I can see it in your eyes and if im not mistaken I can feel it in your loins!! You want to see your auny Bella’s tits don’t you? You want to see me naked dont you?
Is that what you wish Draco?”

” Ummm, I dont, I mean,”

“Hush boy all in good time”

Bellatrix licked the side of Draco’s face and slid her tongue round to his mouth and forced it into his mouth, then quickly back out again. She squeezed his cock through his jeans and stood up over him once more.

“Aunt Bellatrix is going to let you fuck her Draco, oh yes!!” She said with a cackle.
” But for now you are to keep guard down here and make sure no one enters this house, am I understood Draco?”

“Yes aunt Bella”

“Good, now I am going to see to the filth upstairs and I do not wish to be disturbed, am I clear?”

“Yes aunt Bella”

And with a swish of her cloak she walked out of the room and headed for the stairs brandishing her wand in her right hand.
As Bellatrix Lestrange moved up the stairs towards the landing her tits bounced as if trying to desperatly free themselves from the corset, her hair as wild as it always was and her tight backside straining beneath her robes as she climbed the last stair and reached the landing.
Her eyes fixed on the door at the end of the narrow corridor, once again she smiled a wicked smile and she only had one thing on her mind!

She pushed the door open and enter the large bedroom. There was a large 4 postered bed and to one side sat a boy of 15 strapped to a chair and with a lightening scar on his forehead.
In the corner of the room was another chair which was playing host to Hermione Granger,she too was bound and gagged!

“Well, well where to start? Aunty Bellatrix has a few orders and I insist that they are carried out for there is a dozen death eaters outside this room ready to kill if instructed!” She lied!

Bellatrix knelt down in front of Harry Potter and undid his trousers whilst she licked her lips!
She released his semi-erect cock and pointed her wand.

“Engrosseo” And with this Harry’s cock grew to around 10 inches.
“Much better, wouldnt you say Granger?” Tears swam in Hermiones eyes.
Bellatrix put Harry’s cock into her mouth and slurped at it wildly, licking every inch and biting softly and it like a dog. She could feel her knickers getting moist beneath her robes and she quickly stood up and crossed the room towards Hermione!

“Now Granger my filthy little mudblood, did you enjoy seeing me lick Harry’s cock,bet you’ve dreamed of that havent you? Bellatrix pointed her wand at the chair and said “Reliseo!” Hermione was freed from her restraints and the gag fell to the floor. ” Now Granger I want you to lick aunt Bella’s arse!” With this she lifted her skirt,pulled down her knickers and turned around. She bent over and instructed to Hermione,
“Now LICK!” Hemione got to her knees and licked at Bellatrix’s arse, she licked in circles before sticking her tonge deep into Bellatrix’s arse. “Mmmmmmm” Bellatrix moaned. ” Fuck that arse with your tongue, come here, I want to taste it!” She turned to Hermione and kissed her passionatly. Bellatrix pulled her tits from her corset and and shouted, ” suck my tits and finger my arse! Make me come and I will let you fuck the boy Potter! Bellatrix went wild she moaned and screamed as she came and crouched over Hermione’s face as the cum trickled down.
Bellatrix couldnt contain herself piss started to leak from her cunt untill gushes flooded out onto Hermione.
“Oh Bella yes, cum on my face, piss on me! Ive wanted to fuck you for so long, to suck on you tits, to lick you cunt and fuck your arse!!!
Bellatrix collapsed onto Hermione and they kissed each other for what seemed like hours!!
” I dont think ill be needing Harry Potter now Bella, not now ive got you!!
“excellent I was hoping you would say that my filthy,dirty little mudblood!!!” said Bellatrix as she smiled again, I will let you fuck him and suck his cock with me but you are mine now and my arse could use some more fucking!!
With that Bellatrix shoved Hermione’s face to her arse and Hermione licked away furiously!
THE END

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My college roommate was such a bitch. She used to take messages from boys and never give them to me, leave the place a mess all the time, and make me do her laundry.

She was also hot as hell. She was 5’9″, long straight brown hair, hazel almond shaped eyes, mediterranean skin and big, full luscious lips. Her chest was a healthy 38D and she had an ass to match. Her legs were so long, and shapely and beautiful. She knew she had me wrapped around her little finger.

I was no slouch myself – 36C-24-34, blonde hair, blue eyes – pretty in your typical, white-bread kind of way. I was kind of shy then, too, and very accomodating when someone asked something of me. Which is why she could push me around so well.

One day it got out of hand. She came home with a bunch of her rowdy girlfriends, and woke me up (it was 1am). I came out and she basically laughed at me for being upset.

She then turned really strange and said I had “humiliated” her in front of her friends and that I would have to pay for it. She said in my ear if I didn’t do what she said right now, she would tell them all about what she read in my diary – that was enough to drop me to immediate submission. I can’t even tell you NOW what she was referring to back then, it’s too embarrassing.

So when she told me to remove my big t-shirt that I was sleeping in, I had no choice. I looked around at all the girls, who were awestruck, but also saw me with the same disdain my roommate did. I looked at them and at her and realized I had no choice. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of plain white underwear.

Everyone in the room was laughing at me, and telling Lucia, my roommate, to tell me to do other things. She told me to remove my panties and sit in the lounge chair. As soon as I did, she moved my feet up onto the arms of the chair, so that I was leaning back in the chair with my pussy shoved forward. She told someone else to move the lever to recline the chair and when she did, I was wide open for all to see.

They all stood around me while Lucia barked orders. I was mortified, but it was nothing compared with what would happen if they all learned what was in my diary, so I complied with every order.

First she told me to spread my pussy lips with my fingers. Then she told me to start massaging my clit. “Up and down – a little harder – a little faster . . . are you getting turned on?” she asked.

“A little,” I answered.

“Only a little? Well then, you aren’t doing it good enough! Move those fingers faster and harder.”

My fingers were working just enought to satisfy them when the inevitable happened – my juices started to flow and I started getting really horny. All eyes were on me and the room was silent except for my tormentor.

She told me to stop massaging my clit and to insert a finger into my “sloppy wet” vagina. I pushed my middle finger in as far as it would go and she told me to insert another. When I finally had 3 fingers inside me, she told me to “fuck yourself”. So I did. My thumb was pressed against my clit and I fucked myself with my fingers like a whore.

I kept doing it harder and faster, bucking my hips against my hand, feeling all those hostile eyes on me and it was all I could take. I orgasmed right there, moaning and writhing, pushing against my own hand, while my roommate laughed at me.

She called me a slut and left with her friends, who in the future knew they too could make me do whatever they wanted – and to their boyfriends too.

When Lucia came back home she let me eat her. That was how my life changed and I became a slut.

THE END

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