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The Devil Made Me Do It
by Victor Ramierez

Chapter 1

Bryan had had enough of this company, no one would ever listen to his ideas anymore, and when they did they laughed at them or someone else stole them. Only last week Sherridan and Merr had contacted him to come and work for them, and he was going to take them up on their offer. He was a junior VP here at Black Devil Marketing, and the boss, Mr Walker had always been good to him. It was only since the newer up and coming stars had appeared on the scene that he had began to experience problems. One in newcomer in particular. Her name was Susan Curtis, a little blonde bitch who traded on her looks to get past people's defences and would then would crush them like the ballbreaker that she was. She had recognised him as an obstacle to her career and had set out to undermine him and steal his ideas from the moment she stepped foot into the office next door.
Bryan finished packing his things into a box, and left it in the middle of the desk. He walked out of his office and made his way up the hall, he noticed Susan sitting behind her desk glaring at some problem on her screen as he passed her office, and continued walking. At the end of the hallway was Paula's desk, Mr Walker's secretary. She was a big busted black woman, a bit over 30 and quite attractive. She was very efficient and supervised everything that went on in the office. She probably already knew what he wanted, as she looked up at him from her keyboard.
Paula looked up at the thin and lanky 25 year old in front of her, he was wearing a cheap suit, one of those stupid cartoon character ties and his curly blonde hair was almost in an afro it was that damn bad. He looked like he had just escaped out of high school, not like a junior VP of the company. No wonder no one was ever taking him seriously. He was a geek. 
She reached over to the phone and pressed the intercom button. "Mr Michaels is here to see you sir."
"Send him in," came the rich toned reply.
Paula pointed at the large double wooden doors alongside her which were now slowly opening inwards, of their own accord.
Bryan nodded his thanks and walked into the office beyond.


Bryan had been in this office a hundred times, but it had never seemed ominous before. Unlike the rest of the building which was all glass, steel, primary colours and nice subtle art prints, this room was old world. The floor was wood timbers, the walls were wood panelling. There was a large open fire burning in the corner with two green leather arm chairs seated in front of it. An original painting hung above the fireplace, depicting a scene from an old battle with horses and cannons. A large emerald green globe of the world stood on the far side of the room, the ornate brass framework drawing all eyes to it as it presided over it's corner of the room.
With a sudden hiss the doors shut behind him, making his jump slightly.
"Bryan, calm down. Come and sit over here with me." Came a voice from one of the arm chairs.
Bryan had expected Mr Walker to be seated behind the old wooden desk to his left, in front of the large bay windows, overlooking the city. He usually was to be found studying some report or other behind his old brass banker's lamp, the kind with the green lampshade.
Bryan had never sat in the arm chairs before.


He quickly made his way over and sat down in the right hand side chair. Seated next to him was Mr Walker, a 40 year old black man, very powerfully built with not an ounce of fat to show for it. Immaculately dressed in a tailor made suit, his handsome face was framed by short hair and a neatly trimmed goatee beard.
"Have some Scotch," he said handing Bryan a full glass.
"I wanted to see you sir."
"Yes I know. You've finally had enough of that bitch, Susan, and are going to do something about it."
"Pardon me?"
"Don't play games with me Bryan, I'm much better at it than you are. You're going to run away to those bastards over at Sherridan and Merr. After all I've done for you!!"
"I just can't take it anymore. I have to go. You've been wonderful to me but I can't stand her any longer."
"Well it's about time you grew a set of balls."
Bryan sat in stunned silence staring at his boss.
"Don't sit there like a stunned goldfish with your mouth open. Work with me here Bryan. I'm trying to help you."
"Yes, sir. What can I do?"
"Well I think it's more what I can do for you."
"I'm not following you sir."
"Well shut up and let me explain."
"Yes sir..." said Bryan realising and shutting up.
"Would you like to get your own back on little miss Susan? Would you like to be taken seriously again? Would you like people to listen to you again? And best of all would you like her to do exactly as you tell her? Do as I say and you can have them all eating out of the palm of your hand Bryan. Interested?"
Bryan was nodding frantically.
Samuel Walker smiled, flashing his pearly white set of perfect teeth. "I thought you might see it my way Bryan. I have a little something to tell you Bryan. I am not who you think I am."
Bryan, thinking this was some kind of joke was starting to grin like a fool.
"What the HELL are you grinning at!"
"Sorry, I thought you were joking.," Bryan said nervously, drinking the remainder of his Scotch.
"Now I am the reason these things have been happening to you. I hired Susan to steal your job. I've told everyone you're a fool and I'm only retaining you because I can't break our contract. How does that make you feel? Does it make you angry?"
Bryan was stunned, he couldn't believe it.
"Remember your date last week, Samantha I think her name was. She stood you up?"
"Yes, she did."
"Did that make you angry?"
"A bit, yes."
"I knew you were going out with her and on purpose I talked her out of it. She came home with me instead and I spent the entire evening screwing her tight little arse off. Does that make you angry?"
"What the hell are YOU talking about?" Bryan's temper was now beginning to boil. His mentor was the one behind all of this. He was being betrayed by his friend.
"Ahh, good. I'm glad to see you have some sort of spirit in you Bryan."
"Why would you do this?" yelled Bryan.
"Alright, alright calm down. It was all a test."
"What!"
"I wanted to see if you'd have the guts to come in here and deal with it, or slink off into the night like a spineless worm. I'm glad you came in here."
"What are you on? You want me to stay and this is your speech to win me over. Damn you, I'm going. I trusted you and you're betraying me behind my back. Damn you to hell, I'm leaving."
"Too late Bryan, too late," laughed Samuel.
Bryan was half way across the room to the door and spun around on his heel. "What are you talking about, are you insane?"
Bryan hadn't noticed that the lights in the room had been slowly dimming until now the only light was coming from the fireplace. He saw Samuel stand with the fire silhouetting his muscular frame. 
"I've already been damned," said Samuel, in a deep resonating voice, and his eyes flashed glowing red for a few moments and then died down to normal.
Bryan collapsed on his arse on the floor, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Samuel was walking towards him and he began to slide himself backwards across the floor to the door. The door wouldn't open and Samuel reached him. He grabbed the front of his jacket and lifted Bryan off the floor with one hand.
"Oh grow up Bryan," he said as he hurled Bryan through the air towards the fireplace.
Bryan could see the fire rushing towards him, there was no way to stop himself so he threw his arms up to protect his face and yelled in terror. He waited for the searing heat, for his clothes to start burning, but nothing happened. Cautiously he took his arms down and found himself face to face with the flames, and he was suspended in mid air, floating.
"I find it's always good to look at things from a different perspective don't you?" asked Samuel from where he was lying alongside Bryan, also hanging in mid air.
"This is real?"
"Oh it's very real. I am very real."
"Who are you, what are you?" asked Bryan after a moment of stunned silence.
"Haven't you guessed? Did you think that Black Devil was just a catchy company name?"
"You're him?"
"I am indeed. What were you expecting, horns and a pitchfork?"
"Why are you here?"
"I get bored at home. I like to get out and play in the world. I created this life I lead, and now I enjoy it. The day to day struggles, the challenges you all make up for yourselves. Invigorating."
"Please don't hurt me!" exclaimed Bryan as all of this began to sink in.
"I don't want to hurt you Bryan, I like you," and with a flick of his hand Bryan flew back away from the fire and was popped down in the armchair again. "I want to help you Bryan. I've been screwing with your life for kicks, now I want to make it up to you. For a price of course." Samuel casually eased himself back into the chair next to Bryan, and began to drink from his glass of Scotch again.
"What can you do?"
"That's a very broad question, and I certainly haven't the time to answer that one now. But I think you mean what will I do for you? What I will do for you is grant you my gift of persuasion. Make a suggestion to someone and because you think it's right, so will they. Do you follow me?"
Bryan began to nod and then changed his mind and shook his head no.
"I thought as much. Perhaps a demonstration?"
"That would be good."
"Oh Paula, would you come in here please," yelled Samuel in the direction of his desk. Bryan heard the phone click off after Samuel finished speaking. "Another little gift of mine, telekinesis. You don't get that one though Bryan," he said with a chuckle.
The doors swung open and Paula came into the room, and they closed again behind her.
"Yes Mr Walker?"
"Over here, I need you to take something down," he said with a wink at Bryan.
Paula made her way over to the chairs, and pulled a green velvet foot stool out from alongside the wall and brought it over to them.
"Paula, Bryan and I have been talking and I think we really need some of this recorded."
Paula nodded and sat down on the low foot stool and took her pad and pen out of her jacket pocket.
Samuel clicked his fingers and pointed at Bryan. "There you go Bryan, try it out."
Bryan looked at him with a look of bewilderment and fear.
"Just ask her to do something that she would normally say no to," said Samuel as though he was explaining it to a very slow child.
Bryan looked around in shock expecting some sort of reaction from Paula, but she simply sat there looking at her pad waiting to write. He looked back at Samuel for an answer.
"Oh, she only hears what I want her to, another perk of the job. Now get to it."
Bryan looked at Paula and she still hadn't reacted to Samuel.
"Don't doubt me Bryan, look into the darkest place in your mind and ask!"
"Paula look at me," commanded Bryan.
To his surprise she looked up, and did not seem annoyed that he had just spoken to her like that.
"Your ear looks very itchy, why don't you scratch it?"
Paula suddenly looked in discomfort and began to scratch her ear.
"Oh please!" said Samuel in exasperation. "Is that the best thing you can come up with? I give you an unbelievable gift and what's your response. Scratch your ear?! Maybe I should call Susan in here and give it to her instead."
"No, I'm just warming up," said Bryan. "Alright then, see how you like this."
"Paula, I have noticed the way you keep wanting to show me your nipples. I think you should do it now and indulge your fantasy."
Paula smiled happily and quickly undid her skirtsuit's jacket. She slipped it off and dropped it on the floor behind her. She took hold of the buttons on her cream coloured silk blouse and began to undo them one by one. She pulled open her blouse to reveal a white bra, holding her ample bosom. She grabbed the top of each cup in either hand and pulled the material down over her large chocolate coloured nipples. Bryan stared in disbelief at the erect nipples staring him in the face. This power really works!
"That's much more like it Bryan. Is this gift to your liking?"
"Absolutely," gushed Bryan. "Is there any limit?"
"Only your imagination."
"Wait a minute you said something about a price. Are you after my soul or something?" asked Bryan, the fear breaking through the lust.
"Oh don't be so mundane Bryan. Your soul is so incredibly dull, this armchair is of more amusement to me. But there is a price. What I want is something else. I want you to corrupt some innocents for me. I will give you an awareness, when you are near to a true innocent person you will know exactly who it is and then you are to go after them. Innocent adults are rare and that makes them all the more delicious when they fall. Do we have a deal?"
"I keep my soul?"
"Yes Bryan, don't be such a worrywart."
"Alright then, you're on," and Bryan reached out and shook Samuel's outstretched hand as a sudden crack of thunder and lightning light up the room.
"Sorry, I can't help it. I'm melodramatic at heart," said Samuel with a grin.
"I don't feel any different?"
"Well it's not like there are any innocents in this office. You'll be lucky to find any in the whole city. Until you find some, you're free to use my gift as you see fit. It will work on anyone. Now go and unpack your things," said Samuel with a wave of dismissal. 
Bryan nodded and turned as the doors opened in towards him and the room fell into total darkness. 
"Paula you little slut, you know I can't get any work done when you're flashing at me like that. Come here," growled Samuel from behind Bryan in the darkness. As the doors closed behind him he caught the last fleeting sounds of giggling and ripping fabric.

Susan Curtis looked up from her desk as Bryan walked past her office, he didn't even give her a glance. He had been in Mr Walker's office a long time. Why would Mr Walker want to speak to that geek? He looked too happy to have just been fired though. What was the little worm up to, she was going to find out.

Chapter 2


The next two weeks were totally different to the last 6 months, Bryan was now strutting around the office like he owned the place. No one would dare oppose Bryan now, there was no more snickering behind his back, and Mr Walker was supporting him again. Susan now found herself out in the cold, where Bryan had been. Suddenly all of her usual channels were drying up, no-one would talk to her any longer. They were no longer passing her Bryan's ideas before he presented them, and the link she was using to his computer to view his files, had been disconnected. If she was a paranoid person she would think there was something going on, and she was a very paranoid person. 
She had traced it all back in her mind, to the meeting Bryan had had with Mr Walker. That was when things had all begun to turn against her. 
She could not understand what was happening. She thought she was Mr Walker's new protege, he had gone out of his way to hire her in the first place.
Walker had hired her from a lowly assistant's position at his main rival, Sherridan And Merr. Susan knew the truth behind her hiring though, or at least she always thought she knew.
Susan had always known what she needed to do to create a career path in this town, and as soon as she had graduated from her internship she began to have access to clients. Immediately she began to network with as many people as she could find, and she wound up attending any and all functions that she could finagle an invitation to. During a particularly boring cocktail party, she had encountered a person who had eluded her until now. Prue Fletcher, the head of The Women In Business Association. Prue was an older woman, elegantly dressed in an expensive, red, ankle length gown. Her diamond necklace and earrings caught the light, glistening like shining water droplets on her skin, highlighting her long pale neck, exposed for the evening as her thick, long black hair was pinned up by an expensive looking gold and diamond hair clip. She looked like an heiress or something, not like the leader of the most powerful women's group in the country. Susan was shocked to see Prue dressed in this fashion, from the stories she had heard of the older woman, she expected to see some sort of matronly looking business bitch from hell.
Suddenly Prue stepped over, standing almost nose to nose with Susan, and stared back at her in amusement.
"Not what you were expecting?"
"Excuse me?" asked Susan.
"Me. I could see it on your face. I'm not what you were expecting me to be."
"Well, yes."
"I'm glad you're being honest with me. It's only this lot you have to lie to dear. Don't let your guard down for a moment, or they'll be trying to get your panties for their trophy cases."
Susan snickered at the suggestion and nodded her understanding to Prue.
"Don't be surprised about the way I'm dressed, it's common sense after all. Why shouldn't I use every resource I have to get what I want? I am not an unattractive woman, why shouldn't I use this to help me along. Dressed like this I can speak to whomever I like, and go wherever I like. Dressed in the way you would expect of me, no one would speak to me without being on their guard, always waiting for me to attack their masculinity or something stupid like that."
"I see, yes it makes perfect sense," said Susan nodding in comprehension.
"What's your name dear?"
"Susan Curtis," said Susan, presenting her hand for a handshake. "I've been trying to contact you for weeks now, I keep leaving messages but..."
"I know you do, I'm not going to ring you back either," stated Prue, cutting Susan off in mid sentence.
"Why not?"
"Let's just say it's part of the screening process. I like to see how badly you want in to our exclusive organisation. You'd be amazed at the lengths some girls will go to to get in to try to get in to see me. One time I had two female windowashers on the outside of our building, 30 stories up, knocking on the window to get my attention. It turned out they weren't window washers, they just wanted an appointment. That's the sort of person we're after in our group, not wishy washy women who want to be business people now, and claim to be serious about their career, but then throw it all away when they meet the right man, or decide to have children or some other nonsense. I'm not wasting my time on non-events."
Susan was nodding along in agreement, and stopped dead in mid-nod when Prue fixed her with a penetrating stare from her brown eyes.
"Which one are you, I wonder?" mused Prue.
Susan didn't react for a moment, almost frozen under the gaze of the older woman, until it suddenly clicked that this was her one and only chance to convince Prue of her worth.
"Well that's why I'm here, it was only to try and meet you," she lied. Susan was here to meet anyone with power that she could find, the fact that Prue was here was a bonus.
"Well I guess that would explain why you're here at the single most boring party I've ever attended."
Prue stared intently at Susan, almost as though she was gazing deeply into her mind. She seemed to be taking in every aspect of Susan's being.
"Where do you work?"
"Sherridan And Merr."
"We don't have anyone working there you know. I like to be represented in as many companies as possible, it helps us to spot as many kindred souls as we can find," she said with a smile. "Call my assistant tomorrow, and tell her that 'Perfect Prudence told you not to call as you wouldn't be let in anyway' and she'll actually give you an appointment" and Prue then swept away across the room to a group of businessmen nearby, Susan's audience was over.
Susan stood staring at Prue's naked back, exposed in her lovely red gown. She couldn't believe it, she had an appointment!


Her interview had gone along with no problems, she had been accepted into the organisation and they immediately began working with her to help her on her way. Within two years she had successfully ousted the two employees in the positions above her, leaving the older men, unable to compete with her hard nosed attitude, looking for new employment.
She now found herself at a supervisor's level, quite impressive for a woman of her age and experience. She had already begun to use her skills on her manager, and soon she hoped to have his job. Prue had taught her well, between her own skills and a mixture of undermining the person in the job you want, picking their brains for all their ideas and job secrets while pretending to be assisting them you could outshine them and leave them high and dry when it came time to make the move on their job. Susan supposed that people now thought of her in much the same way they thought of Prue, but she didn't care. This attitude change had propelled her career in leaps and bounds and she didn't care what she needed to do to make the next jump upwards.

Susan remembered the exact day it had all changed for her, the moment she made the decision which lead her to the position she now held.

Prue called her in to her office for a special meeting, and Susan responded with all haste. She left her job as quickly as she could and made her way across town to Prue's office building. She rode up in the elevator, nervous and excited at the same time. Prue only ever called a special meeting when she had something to announce of great importance.

Ellen, Prue's assistant ushered Susan into the office and closed the doors behind her. Prue, dressed in her usual navy blue business suit, stared up at Susan standing in front of the desk before her. Prue threw the report she was reading down onto the top of her wooden desk and indicated Susan should sit down in the seat opposite.
Susan sank back into the comfortable old chair and looked hopefully over at Prue.
"Shall I keep you in suspense or will I tell you now?"
"Please tell me whatever it is Prue, you're killing me," said Susan with an anguished groan.
"Ok," smiled Prue. "I was only teasing you."
"Well what is it?"
"Have you heard of Black Devil Marketing?"
"Yes I have. They've only been around for a few years but they're starting to get pretty big. Why?"
"Well we don't have anyone there, and I feel that you're no longer needed at Sherridan And Merr. I think I might be able to arrange a job for you at the executive level. Interested?"
"Am I interested? Of course I'm interested," said Susan as she inched her way forwards on the chair in excitement.
"I was hoping you'd say that," said Prue as she reached for her phone and pressed the intercom button. "Ellen, see if you can arrange a time for Mr Walker at Black Devil to review the new candidate we have for him."
"Right away Ma'am," came back the electronic sounding reply.
Susan couldn't believe her luck, her head was spinning. An executive after only 4 years out of her internship. Looking around Prue's lavish office, the plush carpeting, the wooden furniture, the original paintings and the amazing view, she wondered if she would ever get into a position like this.
"One day it can all be yours Susan," said Prue with a smile.
"What?"
"I can tell what you're thinking, you're wondering where it will all stop. How far will you make it. Well I sense that you can go all the way, grab the brass ring and hang on."
"Wow, thanks."
"Here, have a drink," said Prue as she slapped a whiskey glass into Susan's hand.
With one smooth movement Susan gulped it all down.
"You must really be stunned Sue. Have another, but try to drink it a little more slowly," laughed Prue as she filled Susan's empty glass.

Susan had watched late afternoon turn to night, the twilight rays of the sun disappeared between the glistening towers of glass and steel, to be replaced by the artificial beauty of the millions of little twinkling electric lights all over the city.
Susan and Prue had sat there for hours, talking about their strategy for getting, and obtaining this new position. For once she would not even have to get someone else fired to get a job. By the time 9pm had rolled around Susan knew all about Black Devil and was quite smashed too.
Prue raised her arms up over her head in an almost exaggerated stretch, causing her jacket to ride up exposing the white silk blouse underneath, and pulling it taught over her medium sized breasts as she stretched her shoulders back and thrust her chest outwards. Prue rolled her head from side to side, stretching her neck, gave it a bit of a rub and stood up from the chair she had been sitting in for the last few hours. She placed her empty glass on the low glass coffee table they were seated around and moved back across the office to where her desk was situated in front of the large windows. 
"It's getting late Sue, do you have to be anywhere?"
"No, I'm all yours," stated Susan happily.
"Well I think I'm hungry, how about you?"
"Absolutely starving."
"Chinese?"
"Chinese."
Prue pressed a speedial on her phone and quickly rattled off a series of short remarks in what sounded like Chinese.
"They'll be up with it in a few minutes. Their food is exquisite."
"You speak Chinese?"
"I have many secrets you don't know about Susie," said Prue with a bit of a giggle.
Susan got up and quickly slipped into the bathroom to freshen up. When she came back out, half a dozen steaming hot take away containers were sitting on the coffee table.
"It's here, great!" yelled Susan as she jumped back into her chair and began spooning rice out onto the plate Prue had handed her.

Ten o'clock came and went, as had most of the food and a good portion of a bottle of bourbon. Susan was now really out of it and was really having trouble thinking straight.
"Come and have a look at this Susie," requested Prue as she stood up shakily and made her way back to her desk. She picked up a remote control from her desk and pointed it at the floor to ceiling windows on either side of her desk. With a click both sets of windows slid back into the wall along side them, leaving a doorway to outside, on either side of the desk.
Susan had never seen this before and made her way slowly across the room and stepped gingerly out onto the terrace outside.
"Wow...." Trailed off Susan as she lost her words in the sheer spectacle of the city around them.
"It's not bad, eh?"
Susan was nodding in amazement. From each of the doorways lead a dark grey granite path which swept over to the railing and back in to the other door, forming a crescent. White quartz stones covered the rest of the ground, crunching in a most satisfying way as she walked across them. Prue was leaning against the railing looking out over the cityscape.
Susan stepped up to the railing alongside her and tried to take it all in through her alcohol addled mind. There was a cold wind blowing through the buildings, and she noticed it was making Prue's nipples stand erect. Looking down at her pink blouse she realised her nipples were also standing at attention. She wished she had brought her maroon suit top out with her, and her skirt was really not suitable attire for such a cold breeze. She shivered as a gust of air shot past the building, and kissed at her upper thighs as it went past.
"Cold Sue?"
"It is a bit yes," she managed to get out.
Prue put her arm around Sue's shoulders and pulled her in close alongside her.
"I'll warm you up dear," said Prue as she ran her other hand up and down Sue's naked arm.
Sue contentedly watched their reflection in the distant buildings opposite them, trying to absorb the warmth emanating from Prue's body pressed up against her.
Prue's arm began moving up and down Sue's back before it came to rest on her supple arse cheek. Slowly it began to massage and rub Susan's tight buns, as the other hand made it's way from her arm to her right breast. Prue gently cupped the younger woman's tit in her hand and began to gently stroke it with her thumb, rubbing it up and down gently grazing across the top of the silk covered nipple.
"You're half frozen, I'll have to take care of that."
Susan could hear Prue's words, and she could feel what was happening to her, but it was like watching someone else. All her strength was gone and she was happy to just stand here in a drunken lustful stupor and let Prue titillate her further.
Prue's hand slid down to the hem of Susan's maroon skirt and slid it up around her waist, exposing her tight arse covered in pink lacy panties.
"Hmmm, very nice," stated Prue quietly as she slid her hand down the exposed flesh of Susan's butt and began to gently stroke her pussylips from behind through the panties.
Prue's other hand had made it's way inside Susan's blouse and was happily roaming from one supple breast to the other. Prue gave the nipples one last fondle before turning Susan around so that she was leaning back, with the railing pushing into the small of her back. With one quick movement Susan's blouse was open and down over her shoulders, revealing her matching pink lacy bra. Prue hooked her thumbs in the bra straps and pulled them down over her shoulders, pulling her bra down away from her breasts to bunch up with her blouse around her elbows. This exposed Susan's naked tits to the world and effectively restrained her arms as well. She was so drunk that she really didn't care though.
Prue quickly latched onto Susan's left nipple like a starving newborn and began to suck as much of the nipple and surrounding breast into her mouth, as she could manage. Susan's drunken mind was awash with sensation as she felt her nipples being sucked, bitten, fondled and expertly tongued. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as Prue continued to mercilessly devour her tits.
Prue was tired of this and wanted to move on, so she spun Susan back around so that she was bending over the railing, her tits wobbling around in the cold night air between the buildings.
Gripping the elastic top of the pink panties she quickly slid them down around Susan's ankles, and then ran her tongue back up the length of Susan's right leg stopping at the point where leg becomes buttock.
Susan was shivering, probably from a mixture of cold and excitement, as Prue spread her arse cheeks to reveal the puckered arsehole and softly haired pussy hiding beneath.
Like having a live powerline pressed up against her, Susan felt the sudden rush of energy when Prue sunk her face into her blonde pussy. She felt her pussylips forced apart as Prue's tongue unceremoniously barged it's way inside her blonde box. Prue was an expert muffdiver, having spent this many years around career women, she knew her way around a pussy.
Softly sucking and then roughly running her tongue up and around Susan's soft pussy lips. Lashing back and forth, Prue's tongue darted around Susan's clit hiding beneath the little fold of skin. Prue grabbed the fold, lightly between her teeth, and pulled it from side to side. She rolled it up with the tip of her tongue and pressed the rest of her tongue against the exposed clit beneath.
Susan's mind couldn't take the stimulation anymore and she began to black out in short bursts as her pussy exploded in orgasm.
Again and again Susan bucked in orgasm, riding the railing, as Prue was firmly attached to her pussy. When she next came around, Prue has stopped sucking her and Susan looked behind her to see what was going on. 
Prue had positioned herself perfectly and just as Susan turned she drove the full length of her strap on, into the waiting blonde.
Susan's head snapped back as she felt the invading instrument, as it pushed in deeper and deeper, spreading her wide apart.
Prue loved this part, the dildo was positioned right over her own clit, and if she hammered this girl she would bring on her own orgasm. She began to pound her way in and out, her silk shirt flapping in the breeze behind her. Despite the cold breeze a little trickle of perspiration ran down her throat and into her white lace enclosed cleavage, she was definitely getting her money's worth from this one. She kicked her panties away from under her feet, where she had dropped them hurriedly coming back out from collecting her dildo out of the desk drawer. Her high heeled shoes were crunching over the stones as she propelled herself forwards, again and again. With a sudden lunge, she kicked Susan's right leg out from under her, dropping her full weight on her stomach across the railing. Before the little blonde could respond, Prue put all of her weight onto the blonde's arse, driving the air out of her with the sudden force.
Susan couldn't comprehend what was happening, her mind was being assaulted by pleasure and pain, and cold. She couldn't get back up, Prue's weight was holding her off balance, and the railing was cutting her in two.
Prue was loving every second of this. The little blonde was struggling beneath her to try and get up. There was no way Prue was going to let her though. The pleasure was amazing, all her own weight was driving the dildo back against her clit, and the struggles from Susan just made it even better.
Looking across she could see their reflection in the building opposite. She could just make out the look of desperation on Susan's face, as her tits shook around beneath her each time Prue slammed the dildo in. She watched the look change from desperation to ecstasy, each time the dildo hit rock bottom. Picking up the pace a little, she eased back and took hold of Susan's hips for more leverage. Susan was now sliding back and forwards across the railing and she was being rammed backwards onto Prue's invading dildo.
Susan's mind couldn't take it any longer and with a cry of soul wrenching anguish she came. Prue slammed into her a few more times before orgasming and slumping in a heap over Susan's naked backside.
With a groan of delight Prue pulled herself up to her feet and slid the dildo back out of her newest conquest. She stepped back and admired the dripping pussy she had just ravaged and grinned. With a hard slap to Susan's right arsecheek she walked off and began collecting her clothing.
"Come on inside Susie, it's too cold out here. I have a nice warm bed inside. I think it would be a very wise career move for you."
As this thought sunk into Susan's drunken brain, she pulled herself back off the railing and looked around for her missing clothing.

"So you're the Susan Curtis that Prue won't shut up about," said Samuel Walker as he smiled at her from across the coffee table in Prue's office.
"A pleasure to meet you Mr Walker," said a suitably respectful Susan, just as Prue had instructed her.
"After speaking with Prue, I think I might have a place for you. Would you be prepared to leave your job and come and work for me?"
"Absolutely!"
"Good, I have a task for you already. There's a staff member I want you to keep an eye on. Come to my office in the morning and I'll fill you in on the details," he said as he rose from his seat to shake her hand. "I'd better get on my way, tell Prue I'll call her later," he yelled back as he closed the door behind him.
Looking around the corridor, Samuel quickly moved along a metre or so and then pressed his hand against what appeared to be a section of wall. With a click a hidden door opened up and he slipped inside the room.
Quickly he closed the door behind him and checked himself in the mirror, looking good as always. He was inside Prue's private bathroom and he could hear Susan in the office outside as she waited for Prue to return. Suddenly his eyes flashed red and in an instant he had transformed from the very masculine form of Samuel Walker to the very feminine figure of Prudence Fletcher. Prue checked herself in the mirror and stepped back out into the corridor.
Susan looked up as the door opened and Prue returned to the office.
"How did it go dear?" 

"And that's when you set her on me! Does she know that there's no Prue?" laughed Bryan.
"Of course not! She might tell other people, and I find Prue is very useful in convincing certain headstrong young ladies, which companies they should work for."
"Does Prue really exist?"
"No I made her up and then positioned her in society so that she had enormous power. I only play her once in a while, but everyone else is convinced she is leading a normal life 24 hours a day, even though she doesn't exist most of the time."
"A nasty big strap on dildo on the roof of the building, you should have just transformed your cunt back into a dick and had her for real."
"I think she would have been able to tell the difference between rubber and flesh don't you? But I was tempted..."
"So have you had her as yourself?"
"I assume you mean as Samuel. No I haven't treated myself to that pleasure yet. Have you thought about how you want to go about this though?
"No not really. I guess I'll just come up with something suitable and embarrass her."
"Well before you run off and get her to do anything stupid, remember that her career's demise will be all the more sweet if you do it without your gift, at least directly to anyway," suggested Samuel with a smirk. "She will be that much sweeter once she has been broken, I might even partake of her myself then. After you though, of course."

Chapter 3

"Alright then I haven't got time for this, sit down and let's get on with this shall we," commanded Samuel Walker as he strode powerfully into his conference room, amongst the rabble of his staff who were chatting and laughing with each other to kill time until his arrival.
Immediately the room went silent and they all went to their seats. They all noticed that Jon Petersen, the older, balding Vice President of the company was missing from the room, his chair was also gone.
"Now as you all know I have been very impressed with Bryan's work of late, he has risen greatly in my opinion of him, and of his work, and that is the reason for calling you all here today. I have decided to make Bryan the new vice president of Black Devil, and he will answer directly to me from now on," said Samuel to a sudden intake of breath from those around the table. He gave a very proud looking Bryan a knowing nod, and snapped his fingers. The double doors behind him were flung inwards and two of the building's janitors carried in a brand new chair, not unlike Samuel's special chair, just a little smaller.
"Thompson, move along will you," ordered Samuel to the young man sitting alongside him.
Bryan stood and pulled his standard black, leather chair away from the jet black, shiny marble conference table that dominated the room. Bryan discarded his high backed chair in the corner of the room and watched as the others slid along to fill the gap, opening one up alongside Samuel. The new elaborately carved dark wooden chair with deep emerald green leather was slid into place and Bryan sat in his new place.
"Now that the fun part of the morning is over, Bryan will be taking things from here," said Samuel as he stood and quickly strode out of the room, closing the doors behind him.
Bryan looked around the table at the stunned faces looking at him. At one point in time every person at this table had been responsible in some part for his recent career slump, and now to their horror he was their boss.
"Well, well, well. Don't you all look sick and sorry for yourselves now! Quite different from the last staff meeting isn't it Barry?" asked Bryan glaring at the fourty year old sitting opposite him. Barry had once been Bryan's friend but had quickly jumped to Susan's camp as soon as the political wind had changed.
"Yes Bryan, very different," said Barry trying to act as though this was not a thinly veiled threat. "I hope this new change in leadership will see us get some fresh direction."
"Oh do you? Would you like some fresh direction? I have full authority to make any staffing changes at all you realise?"
"I'm sure I can apply myself to any task you'd like to assign me Bryan," said Barry desperately trying to suck up, while still trying to work out where this was headed.
"I think a whole change in career is in order then Barry," Bryan snapped his fingers and in response the doors behind Samuel's chair again opened, revealing the two janitors. One was a large overweight man, balding with the remainder of his hair grey and wiry with a cold face to go with his narrow set, piggy little eyes. He was wearing the standard issue white overalls that all of the maintenance staff wore, and he had managed to spill food and drink all down the front of his, giving his whole appearance that little added touch. 
His offsider was a larger muscular man. His oily black hair shone under the office lighting, accentuating his darkly tanned skin. His coveralls were opened several buttons down, revealing his hairy chest underneath, and the sleeves had been torn off to show off his muscular arms.
"Barry this is Vern and Franco, I'm sure you've seen them around."
Barry gulped and nodded.
"They need someone who will do all the really dirty work, cleaning the toilets by hand, scrubbing the boiler room, you know that sort of thing."
Barry was looking at him in horror and just sat there dumbfounded. "Do you want me to be a janitor?"
"Isn't that what you've always really wanted to do?" asked Bryan turning on his charm. "Go on, fulfil your dream, don't pass up this opportunity."
"Of course Bryan, I'd love to do it. I really appreciate the opportunity."
Barry stood up and headed over to the waiting men, while everyone else in the room looked on in shock, hoping he wouldn't pick on them next.
Bryan grabbed Barry by the shoulder and leant in close so that only the four of them would hear what he was saying.
"Barry, you can't clean out that hot dirty boiler room in your suit. I know that you have no problem with nudity, and that you've always wanted to try a gay relationship. So I know you'll be happy to just strip off down there and get to work. Franco here will look after you, won't you Franco?"
"Absolutely Mr Michaels," said Franco in his deep resonating voice. "I'll take good care of Barry here," as he grabbed a handful of Barry's arse as he wrapped his muscular arm around Barry's back and led him out of the room.
With an ominous click the doors closed behind Barry and the people in the room instinctually knew that they wouldn't see Barry again on this floor, and they just prayed they wouldn't be next.
"Now does anyone else want to be a janitor and go work with Vern and Franco?"
The room exploded into a chorus of "no"s as Bryan happily slid down into his chair.
"Does anyone know where the hell Susan is?"
"I think she's up with Paula," ventured Thompson.
"Well go and get her man," ordered Bryan.
"Yes Mr Michaels," said the company's computer wizkid. Mike Thompson almost leapt from his chair and quickly made his way to the door.
"Oh Michael," called Bryan just as Mike was opening the door to exit the room.
"Yes Mr Michaels," he said turning to face Bryan who was looking back at him over his shoulder.
"Don't think I don't know about the link Susan got you to put in my PC. I'll take it up with you later," said Bryan as he turned back to face the table, leaving a white faced Mike to exit the room.

Mike almost ran the entire way to Paula's desk. He found Susan sitting idly outside of Mr Walker's office.
"Susan what are you doing here? Why aren't you in the staff meeting?" asked a breathless Mike.
"I thought it was tomorrow, I'm waiting to see Mr Walker."
"Oh dear, I must have forgotten to mention that to you Susan, sorry," piped up Paula from behind her desk, smiling inwardly, happy that she had followed Bryan's instructions perfectly.
"Quick you need to get there right now. Bryan's the new vice president and he's chopping people."
"Oh Shit! How did that happen?"
"Mr Walker just came in an announced it. He's already demoted Barry to a janitor, and now he's just noticed you're missing."
The two of them quickened their pace and then stopped outside the double chrome doors that led into the conference room.
"Stop procrastinating and get in here," yelled Bryan from inside the room.
"How does he know.." started Susan.
Mike simply pointed up at the camera above them, and opened the doors.

"Nice of you to join us Susan. I hope we're not interrupting something?"
"No, sorry Bryan. I didn't realise the meeting had been moved to today," apologised Susan, heading to her seat at the other end of the table.
"Where are you going Susan?"
"To my seat."
"Come back here please," asked Bryan nicely.
Susan sighed and turned back and walked to the seat opposite Bryan, where Barry had been minutes before.
"I am sure Mr Thompson here has informed you of my new position. Now you would think that with this new found good fortune I'd be the big man and forget our previous little problem wouldn't you? I'm afraid that there are certain things that just cannot be overlooked. I have spoken with Mr Walker regarding the serious nature of these actions and he feels I should handle it any way I see fit."
"What are you talking about? What actions?"
"I'm afraid it has been revealed that you misused your position to coerce young Mr Thompson here, into putting an unauthorised link into my files and then used this link to pilfer corporate data!"
"No! That's not how it was at all."
"I had expected better of you," said Bryan in mock sadness. "I had hoped that you would own up to this and not force me to ask Mr Thompson here."
Susan knew that Mike wouldn't betray her, he was still hoping that she'd sleep with him, and she felt safe now. "Ask him, he'll tell you that it's garbage."
"Alright then, have it your way. Michael, come up here please," commanded Bryan.
Mike stood and cautiously walked up and stood alongside Bryan, facing Susan.
"I know that you want to tell me the truth Mike. Did Susan ask you to hack into my PC and leave a link open for her to copy the company's data off my hard drive?"
Suddenly overcome with the urge to tell the truth Mike smiled and happily answered. "Yes she did ask me to hack into your PC Mr Michaels."
"Now why would you do that?"
"Well I thought she liked me and if I helped her she might go out with me or something."
"Did she?"
"No, she never did."
Susan's face fell and her defiant look slipped away.
"You realise I can't just let this go Susan. You'll have to receive some sort of disciplinary action for this. I could even fire you, but I think you still have something to offer the company. I think a $15000 pay cut should suffice."
The rest of the staff in the room gasped in shock and turned to look at Susan.
"I'd rather leave thanks Bryan," and she began to make her way to the door.
"Well I had hoped you'd be prepared to take the pay cut and stay, but if that's the way you want to play it... You realise I can't let you take the information you've stolen to another company. We will be forced to inform the industry of the reason for your employment ceasing, no one will every hire you and our data will be safe. We will also have to inform the Police, industrial espionage is a serious matter."
Susan wanted to drop through the floor, he had her and there was no getting out of it.
"Well when you put it that way Bryan, I suppose I will have to accept your generous offer."
"Of course you will. Oh and if you don't mind, you will address me as Mr Michaels from now on."
"Yes Bry... Mr Michaels, of course," said Susan through clenched teeth and began to make her way back to her seat.
"No you sit up here now Susan," said Bryan pointing at the little table off to the side, where Paula usually sat to take the minutes.
"What! That's Paula's seat."
"I'm afraid Paula is far too busy these days to take the minutes. You'll have to do it from now on, and make sure you get it right!" exclaimed Bryan as he threw a pad and pen onto the table in front of her. 

Susan watched from her office as the contents of Bryan's office were carried up the hall to the previously empty office alongside Mr Walker's. To get to Bryan they would now have to go through Paula as well, as his office was alongside her desk too.
Susan couldn't get over what had happened, she had been stripped of money and all her privileges, she now worked for Bryan instead of being her own boss. Mike was no longer at her beck and call and she was now the office pariah. 
Worst of all, she still had to type up the morning's minutes and get them to Paula by lunch.

Susan slowly typed out the minutes and after spell checking them and rereading them in disbelief, she sullenly took them up to Paula's desk.
"Well Miss Curtis," said Paula in a disapproving tone. "It's about time you got those to me, any longer and Mr Michaels wanted me to dock some more of your pay."
Susan could take it no longer, there was no way she was going to be spoken to in this manner by a mere secretary. She spun around on her heel and set Paula with a steely glare. "You can tell Mr Michaels..." trailing off as she saw Bryan grinning at her from the doorway of his office behind Paula.
"Is there a problem Susan?"
She dropped her head to look at her shoes, seething with anger, and shook her head slowly.
"I should hope not. There's no call for that sort of behaviour in civilised society. If there's any more trouble from you I'll have to move you up here so Paula can supervise you properly."
"Yes Mr Michaels, that won't be necessary."
"Good, now get back to work."

Susan slammed the door to her office, and pulled the cord on the venetian blinds, hiding herself away from the view of those outside. 
"Damn him," she thought. "How can I get out of this situation?"
"Get back to work. I'll get Paula to supervise you properly," she said in a mock whiny version of Bryan's speech.
"Screw you Bryan, I'm going to lunch," and she stormed out of her office, headed straight down the corridor for the lifts.

"Has she gone?" asked Bryan peeking out from behind his door.
"Yes she just stormed off to the lifts," answered Paula efficiently clicking away at her keyboard.
"Ok Mike, come with me," said Bryan motioning over his shoulder as he strode out into the corridor. Mike followed him out of his office and they made their way into Susan's office.
"I think we need to keep an eye on Miss Curtis. Just remember that you work for me Mike. Help me out from now on and I'll make it worth your while."
"Ok Mr Michaels," nodded Mike as he listened to Bryan's instructions.

Mike quickly packed up his tools and was ushered out of her office by Bryan, and they quickly made their way back to his office.
Bryan sat down and logged onto his computer, checking Mike's work and nodding his approval.
"Good work. If this pans out the way I plan, there'll be a reward for you. Now get back to your desk and I'll get back to you later."
Mike opened the door and left the office, closing it behind him. 
Bryan looked around, taking it all in again. The room was smaller than Samuel's, but it had the same fantastic view of the city outside. The walls were wood panelled, lined with bookcases, and on one side was a door leading to his private bathroom. Bryan reclined his leather chair and placed his feet up on the corner of his dark wooden desk. There was no fireplace in Bryan's office but the natural timber and leather, as well as the air conditioning made the room seem just as comfortable as Samuel's.
The black telephone on the desk clicked and the intercom crackled into life.
"Vern has just called up and said she's coming back into the building Sir," said Paula's disembodied voice.
Bryan pressed the talk button on the phone with a grin. "Ok tell Franco to get ready, I'll be out in a second."
Bryan was eager to see how this would play out and left his office to watch the festivities.

He stood halfway down the corridor so he could see the lifts, and watched as Franco rolled the firehose out into position in front of the lifts. The left hand side lift pinged as the carriage arrived on their floor and Franco slid across in front of it and Bryan threw the control just enough to make a bit of water squirt out. Franco gripped the hose and cut off the water, so they didn't flood the hall.

The door opened and Susan prepared to step off at her floor. She noticed a bit of water on the floor just as she almost crashed into Franco who was wrestling with the firehose on the ground in front of the lifts.
"I've got it ma'am, just step over the hose and get past me before it kicks again," urged Franco looking up at her from the floor.
She stepped out onto the floor and as she strode forwards over the hose, it seemed to kick and a sudden burst of water sprayed up the length of her legs, wetting the inside of her skirt and soaking her underwear.
"Sorry about that," shouted Franco as she yelled in despair.
She waved him away from her as he tried to help her with one hand, while holding the hose with the other, spraying her with water occasionally as it slipped out of his grasp.
Waddling like a duck she made her way along the corridor to the ladies room. Where she stood shivering from the cold water, as it dripped down the inside of her thighs.
After trying to dry herself with handtowels for a few moments, the door opened and Paula entered the room carrying a towel.
"Bryan saw what happened and he sent this in for you. Are you all right?"
"I'll be fine, thanks," stated Susan as she grabbed the towel being offered to her and went into one of the cubicles and shut the door. She slipped off her kneelength navy blue skirt and draped it over the back of the door. She began to dry her legs with the towel and tried to sponge the wetness out of her panties, but it wasn't working. Quickly she slipped the white lace panties down and slid them off over her feet. They were still soaked so she would just have to leave them off until they dried. She dried off the inside of her skirt as best she could and wrapped her panties in the towel. She left the cubicle and walked across the white tiled floor to the hand basin where Paula was still standing. Susan put the towel down on the handbasin and began to dry her hands under the autodryer.
"That must have given you a bit of a shock."
"That's one way of putting it," said Susan sarcastically. "Tell Bryan I said thanks for the towel."
Paula, picked up the towel, and headed out of the room. "I'll tell him, and it's Mr Michaels to you."
Susan clenched her teeth and slammed the palm of her hand against the wall in front of her.
She went out into the corridor and walked into her office just as she realised Paula had her panties in that towel.
She walked back up to Paula's desk and found her typing away at her keyboard.
"Paula where's that towel I had please?"
"The laundry people have just taken them all away, why?"
Susan thought about it for a moment, and then leaned forwards to Paula. "I had my panties wrapped up in it, they were still wet."
"I'm sorry Susan, but they've gone. You just missed them. I'm sure they'll return them with the new towels tomorrow."
Susan stared at her in disbelief, but there was nothing she could do about it. She nodded her acceptance to Paula and walked back to her office.
Paula smiled to herself, stood up and went into Bryan's office. She passed the towel bundle to him and he unwrapped the wet panties.
"Well done Paula. I think young Mike might enjoy having these as a souvenir don't you?"
"Yes I think he'd love them," chuckled Paula as she sat herself down on the corner of the desk and picked up the phone to contact Mike.

Susan sat down at her chair with a cup of coffee and revelled in it's warmth. She sipped at it and then decided to get on with some work, pulled herself in to the desk and began working on her PC.

The moment she began typing a notification ding went off on Bryan's computer, just as Mike walked in.
"Well let's check out your work Mike," said Bryan reaching for his mouse. He clicked on the icon at the bottom of his screen and a new window popped up, after a second they could make out what appeared to be a knee, but they couldn't really tell.
"Switch on the light, it's too dark," suggested Mike.
Bryan clicked on another control button and suddenly a beam of light appeared, illuminating the scene before them. The camera under Susan's desk was giving them a nice view up her skirt. As she adjusted the way she was sitting they could see her blonde pussy peeking out from under the skirt, and Mike grinned.
"Well done Mike, it's working perfectly. Now this website is online to the world?"
"Yes Sir, anyone that does a search will find it. I've also posted the address to a few newsgroups and chatrooms to get some people looking."

Susan walked into the technical support area, there was a group of four desks arranged in front of her and a workbench over to one side. As she walked past the guys working at the bench, they saw her and snickered. She shook her head, "Stupid geeks," she thought as she moved around to the back of the group of desks where Mike was sitting at his PC.
"Mike why did you tell Bryan about what we had done?"
"I understand now that what you were doing was wrong. You were just using me! Mr Michaels is looking after me now. I think you'd better go before he finds out you're away from your desk," and as a threat he started to reach for the phone.
"Ok Mike, if that's how you want it I'll go," and she turned and left, passing the snickering technicians again.
Just as she made it out of the room she heard one of them say "So that's what the rest of her looks like."
Shaking her head she decided not to even bother getting into a discussion with these losers and she just let it go.
As she walked to the lift she noticed people staring at her, in the lift they stopped talking as soon as she got in, and started hushed whispering behind her back when she got out. "What the hell is going on now," she thought.

Just as she sat down at her desk again, the intercom snapped to life. "Mr Michaels wants to see you in his office immediately," commanded Paula.

"Sit down Susan," said Bryan, gesturing towards one of the chairs on the other side of his desk. Susan was impressed by the opulence of the office Bryan now called his own. This could have been hers damnit!
"I'm afraid you've gone too far now," said Bryan in an extremely serious tone. "How did you think you'd ever get away with it?"
"What?"
"Don't play games with me Susan, the time for that has long passed. You could tarnish the firm's good reputation, have you even thought of that?"
"What are you talking about Bryan!" exclaimed Susan, starting to get more annoyed.
"Alright have it your way then. We know all about your little 'executive panties' website, your little webcam under the desk. It's been all over the building today. What on Earth did you think you were doing?"
"What website? What the hell are you talking about?"
"This," said Bryan pointing at his screen.
Susan got up and walked behind Bryan, looking over his shoulder to his screen. The window showed the seat of her chair, currently unoccupied.
"That's the live version, this is from earlier in the day," he said as he clicked a play button on the screen. The image changed to a shot of a pair of female knees underneath a navy blue skirt. As the movie played the legs slowly moved around and parted, revealing a blonde pussy peering out from the top of the naked thighs. The camera zoomed in on it, quite clearly showing her moist lips, moving and parting slightly as she squirmed in her seat. It zoomed in to highlight her little clit hiding under it's hood and stayed there for a few moments before zooming back out to again show her entire pussy.
"This is my desk?"
"That's your desk, that's your pussy and your clit on live internet webcam! What the hell do you have to say for yourself, and don't give me this I don't know what you're talking about garbage."
"Oh my god, people have seen me naked on the internet," said a shattered Susan, and she slumped backwards onto the windowsill behind her. 
Bryan turned in his chair and looked at her, she was staring off into the distance, not even attempting to answer his question.
"Well Susan, what's your explanation?"
That snapped her back and she looked at him and focused on his face. "I don't know how it got there, it's not my site, honestly Bryan."
"This is no time to be trying my patience. I have told you that we'd be keeping an eye on you and you go and do this, and for the last time it's Mr Michaels to you!"
"Sorry Mr Michaels. Please believe me, I don't know who did this," almost begging him.
"Why would anyone else want to do this?"
"Maybe it was Mike," she said speculatively. The more she thought about it the more it made sense. "Yes, it was probably Mike. Trying to get back at me for not sleeping with him. I'll have him on harassment and stalking charges, sounds like pretty strong evidence to me."
"Well you can keep those sort of allegations to yourself young lady. You've already shown yourself to be untrustworthy by stealing my files, and now after persuading poor Mike to help you with that scheme you're trying to accuse him of this one. I suppose if I found you with a bloody knife in your hand and a body at your feet, Mike would have put the knife in your hand too?"
"No, this is getting stupid. It's obvious what's going on."
"It's obvious is it? I'm not seeing it, so does that make me an idiot?"
"No I'm not saying that but..."
"I think you've said more than enough for one afternoon Susan," ordered Bryan, cutting her off. "Just go. I'll have that webcam shut down and I'll deal with you tomorrow. Mr Walker's going to be very disappointed in you."
"Please, don't tell Mr Walker!" begged Susan. Susan knew that Samuel Walker was the only person who could re-elevate her to her previous position, and she needed to get to him before he was poisoned against her by Bryan's lies. 
"I'll consider it. I am glad to hear that there's someone you respect, even if you don't seem to respect yourself. Degrading yourself with a camera, what could possibly have been going through your mind?" asked Bryan rhetorically.
"I'll take whatever punishment you think necessary, just don't tell Mr Walker please."
"I'll think about it, now get out of my sight. Go home Susan."

Susan fled out of Bryan's office, almost worn down to the point of tears. She fled straight past her office and into the first lift that arrived to make her way out of the building.

"Very good Bryan," said Samuel as he stepped out from a small opening behind one of the bookcases. He was slowly applauding Bryan's efforts as the bookcase slid silently back into position. "I saw how you played that entire little game out. It's been entertaining me all day long. Paula and I haven't had so much fun in ages."
"Thanks Mr Walker, I'm trying to go slow with her. Sometimes it's very hard though. Just knowing she was standing here with no panties on, I almost spread her legs and fucked her right here on the windowsill."
"I was half expecting that you would. I don't know if I could have resisted it myself. You're a strong man Bryan. Play this game well and savour the prize at the end. Why don't you take the afternoon off and go and indulge yourself? Work off some pent up frustration?"
"That's not a bad idea, thanks."

"Mr Michaels, Mike is here as requested," came Paula's voice over the intercom.
"Ok send him in," said Bryan spinning the chair back to face the desk, pulled away from his marvellous view.
Mike walked in and stood proudly in front of Bryan's desk.
"Well it all went perfectly Mike. I have a little reward for you," and he threw a crumpled white ball of fabric to Mike.
Mike caught it and unwrapped the ball of lace to reveal it was the pair of panties Susan had lost earlier in the day.
"Susan's, Mike. That's the closest you'll get to getting into them," laughed Bryan.
"Thank you Mr Michaels. Please let me know if there's some other way I can help you out," said Mike turning to leave the room.
"Mike wait, I'm not finished rewarding you. I think a pay increase is in order. I seem to recall taking $15000 off Susan today, would you like it?"
Mike was dumbstruck. "Yes please," he managed to get out.
"Done. Now that the business of the day is over sit down and have a drink with me Mike," said Bryan as he pressed on one of the wood panels on the wall alongside him. There was a slight click and the panel opened to reveal a hidden mini bar.
"What's your drink Mike?"
"Southern Comfort please Mr Michaels,"
"A lad after my own heart. Please call me Bryan. How old are you Mike?" asked Bryan as he handed him a glass filled with the brown liquid.
"I'm nineteen, I only started here a year ago."
"So tell me Mike," said Bryan as he slid back into his chair and undid his tie, "Did you really think that she'd sleep with you?"
The shorter man, scratched his black hair and readjusted his glasses in agitation, before answering. "I guess I did, I'm not really good around girls."
Bryan liked the way this kid had taken to him, their ages weren't too far apart. Maybe he could be like a big brother to this kid.
"She was just using you to get my work. That's backfired on her, and you helped me do it. I don't forget my friends Mike. How's that drink going?" asked Mike as he stood to refill his glass. He took the empty glass from Mike and refilled it.
"I'm feeling generous today Mike, come for a walk with me and I'll show you around the place. You haven't really been past the conference room have you?"
"No, and I only get there because no one else in my area wants to go to the meetings so they make me go."
"Well I'd say it's paid off for you. Follow me," Bryan requested as he walked out into the hall, carrying his drink. Mike followed him and stood alongside Bryan as he strode around like he owned the place. He rattled off the names of who was in each office as he walked, getting the pre-requisite hellos and good afternoons from all the staff. Eventually after a tour of the gym and the private lounge with it's big screen tv and indoor jacuzzi, they found themselves back in front of Paula's desk.
"Is Samuel in?" asked Bryan.
"Yes he's in there, you can go in Mr Michaels."
"Come on Mike, I'll introduce you," and headed inside as the doors opened before them.
Mike nervously followed Bryan in and found Mr Walker sitting behind his desk.
"Hello Thompson," said Samuel with a nod. "What's going on Bryan?" asked Samuel conversationally.
"I've just been talking with Mike here. He's a genius with the technical stuff, I've given him the money we deducted from Susan's pay."
"If you think so Bryan," said Samuel with a nod. He turned and looked at Mike. "So you've impressed Bryan have you. Sit down on the lounge and tell me all about yourself," said Samuel with a smile.

"We've been talking for an hour Mike, does your boss know you're here?"
"Yes I do," said Bryan with a chuckle from the other side of the room.
"So Susan conned you well and truly," said Paula sitting next to Mike on the two seater lounge.
"Bryan you realise we're in breach of contract here with young Mike?" asked Samuel.
"Hmmm?"
"Well an executive of this company, gave him an implied offer of sex in return for his services. He has tendered his services and he wasn't paid accordingly."
"You're right, I hadn't thought of that."
"Sir it's not necessary, I'd rather just forget about it," said Mike to Samuel.
"No I won't have my staff being mistreated in such a way. Is there perhaps someone we can substitute for Susan?"
Mike took a moment before the question had sunk in and been processed by his half addled brain.
"Did you just ask me which other staff member I'd like to have sex with instead?"
"I certainly did Mike. You're right Bryan he is sharp," said Samuel with a grin.
"I couldn't really."
"Oh go on Mike, live a little. Just say a name and she'll be here in five minutes," said Samuel.
Samuel and Bryan didn't need to use their powers on a half drunk, horny nineteen year old to get him to name a potential mate.
"Well, actually..."
"Go on, who?" goaded Samuel.
"Well I quite like..." he trailed off and looked at Paula alongside him.
"What is it with these younger men and you Paula?" asked Samuel in mock exasperation. "Are you sure you want Paula Mike? She'll eat you up."
"Yes," said Mike eagerly, noticing that Paula hadn't reacted adversely to this news.
"Alright then. Paula, I think it's time you indulged your fascination for younger men, with young Mike here," suggested Samuel.
"Ok," she said, sliding her hand up his thigh to rest on his crotch.
Mike swallowed hard, and with eyes as big as saucers, reached out and took hold of her breasts through her blouse.
"I know you've always wanted to be under the command of a younger man, why don't you do whatever Mike tells you to do Paula," suggested Bryan.
"Good one," said Samuel nodding his approval.
"Tell her what you want her to do Mike," prompted Bryan.
Mike laid back and looked at the woman alongside him. He had always fantasised about this magnificent woman, he had imagined her sliding her dark breasts over his pale cock, and now he could try it.
"Do a strip tease for me Paula," suggested Mike.
"Alright honey," she said as she stood and began to undo her blouse.
Samuel and Bryan were giggling drunkenly like a couple of schoolkids until a stern look from Paula quietened them down. 
"Maestro, some music please," requested Bryan.
"CD player's not working Bryan," said Samuel out of the corner of his mouth as he watched Paula slide her skirt off, and step out of it. She was now standing in front of the prone Mike, wearing her black bra and panties with matching stocking and suspenders.
"Can't have a striptease without music," lamented Bryan. He began to 'sing' the strip tease music, and Samuel joined in.
"Baa baa baa, bump bump bump bump, da da da, da da dah...."
Paula began to gyrate in time to the music and was rotating her hips as she reached up behind herself and unclipped her bra, to release her d-cup sized tits.
They heard Mike groan in appreciation, and continued singing.
She reached down and slid her panties down to her knees, wiggling her arse as they slid the rest of the way by themselves.
"Leave the rest, it's very sexy," requested Mike.
"Anything you like baby," said Paula. "Let's get you out of these hot things."
Paula grabbed his belt and with experienced ease had his trousers undone and began to pull them down his legs. Once she had the trousers off she began to work on his tie and shirt. 
Mike watched in awe as her nipples moved back and forth inches away from his face as she undid his tie. She threw his shirt open to reveal his hairless chest. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't muscular either, he was just a normal guy. She looked down at his satin boxers and could see the growing tent in the front of his shorts.
"That's a real compliment to give a girl, sweetie," she said smiling at Mike.
Mike went red in embarrassment, and watched as she grabbed the hem of his boxers and slid them all the way down and off over his shoes.
"Bring those nipples over here," requested Mike, and Paula complied immediately. She straddled his lap and raised herself up to press her breasts into his face. Mike was in heaven, he ran his face back and forth, catching the nipples in his mouth as he went past. He stopped and sucked one and then the other, before nuzzling her cleavage and then resting his head against her ample bosom.
"My dick needs attention, would you suck on it?"
"Absolutely," she cried with glee as she slid down the length of him, taking special care to rub her tits over his cock as they went past, and arranged herself on her knees in front of him.
He felt her lips touch the head of his cock, and then slowly they parted and she slid the length of it into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and moist, and slowly she sucked on his cock, before sliding the whole length back out.
"Oh, good choice Mike! She is an amazing cocksucker," yelled Samuel, cheering him on. "When I talked about corrupting innocents this wasn't what I meant Bryan, but I like it anyway," he said with a bigger grin.
Bryan's mind wasn't comprehending anything they were saying to him, he was totally involved in the sensations that Paula's mouth was providing to him. She was tickling the underside of his cock with her tongue as she slowly slid it in and out of her mouth. She was sucking on it just enough to give him fantastic pressure , and she was holding her lips firmly enough to provide some nice friction as his cock slid in and out.
This was all new to Mike and he was ready to come after a few minutes, so with a grunt he leant forwards and grabbed the back of her head and held it in place as he pumped his load of hot come down her throat. He twitched a few times, sending smaller squirts one after another into her mouth, before he finally slumped back in the chair and let go of her long black hair. Slowly she pulled herself up, sliding his cock out of her mouth, until with a slurp it slid out from between her lips. She sat back on her haunches and smacked her lips in satisfaction. Mike watched as a glistening droplet of sweat slowly trickled from the base of her throat down her cleavage to her dark pubic patch below.

"Well done Mike, that was a great show," congratulated Samuel.
"I can see that you'll go far here at Black Devil," said Bryan, as Mike was trying to dress himself with Paula's assistance.
"Just remember that this sort of fringe benefit is standard for our prized employees," said Samuel laying it on thick to the kid.
"Thanks Mr Walker, anything I can ever do for you just let me know," said a grateful Mike. "The guys would never believe me if I told them."
"Well we can't have that can we Paula?" asked Samuel.
"No sir!"
"Escort him back to his desk to pick up his things, I think we might swap desks for him with Susan. What do you think Bryan?"
"I think that's a great idea Samuel."
"Make sure you tell his friends down there how he's just pumped a load down your throat, one of the perks of being an executive."
Paula nodded to Samuel, put her arm around Mike shoulders and led him out of the room.
"You've had a very busy day Bryan."
"It's only 3:30 I still have to go and amuse myself for the evening yet," said Bryan with a grin.

Chapter 4

Bryan enjoyed the other perks provided by the company, the stylish dark green Jaguar he was driving, for example. After having had a successful day continuing his quest to destroy Susan, he had decided to give himself a little treat. The sunroof was open, the CD player was rocking away, and the warm afternoon sun was blowing through his hair as he cruised down the highway towards the suburbs. He saw the offramp he wanted and turned, slowing down as he cruised into the parking lot of a small café/diner. The large parking lot, obviously intended to accommodate large trucks, was empty, so he had his choice of parking spots. He parked right in front of the doors, and sat there for a moment surveying the store. Inside he could see a long counter with stools, and along the windows were a line of booths with padded bench seats. There seemed to be a couple of waitresses wandering around aimlessly inside, and he realised it was too early in the afternoon for most of their customers to be here yet. 
The thin blonde one walked back into view, she was wearing a pink dress with sneakers and a little white apron over the top of it. As she moved closer towards the door Bryan began to feel a bit weird, like something in his head was itchy and he couldn't scratch it. Bryan climbed out of the car and moved towards the door, and the itch in his mind grew stronger. Bryan felt compelled to go inside, and he slid between the doors and made his way to the counter. He eased himself onto a stool and watched her as she left the older brunette waitress she had been talking to near the jukebox at the other end of the counter, and made her way up to him.
She was within a metre of him when, like a light being switched on in his mind, he suddenly knew why he had come here. This woman was an innocent, and she was part of his agreement with Samuel.
"What can I get you?" she asked in a tired voice.
"Black coffee will be fine," said Bryan, trying not to stare at her.
"Well it's time to live up to your side of the bargain, this is an easy one to start you off," said Samuel in his ear.
"Huh!" said Bryan as he almost fell off his chair in shock, he looked around for Samuel but the room was still empty.
He could hear Samuel's mocking laughter fade off into the distance and realised that it had all been in his head. At least he knew for sure now, it was time to pay the piper.
The waitress, whose name badge said she was called Jessica, placed a mug of hot coffee in front of him and looked at him expectantly. 
Bryan nodded and placed the correct change down on the counter, which she took and shuffled back to the register. Bryan watched as she moved away and continued to clean up, with the other waitress who was apparently called Lisa.
As Lisa moved along the counter, wiping it with a damp cloth, Bryan turned on his charm and began to talk to her. He found out that she was the wife of a truck driver, waiting for the day they won the lottery so she could give up this rotten job and retire. Jessica was a single mother with a young boy that she was raising on her own. This meant that she worked a lot of shifts here at the store, while her mother looked after her young son, Adam.
After half an hour of chatting to the two ladies he had them laughing and listening intently to his tall tales of international travel, which he had never done. They were sitting on the edge of their stools hanging on his every word, as they started to believe that he was worth a lot more money than he actually was.
Knowing that more customers could come in at any moment and break up his little party Bryan decided to throw out the bait.
"So Adam's starting school next year, how will you ever afford that? It's really difficult these days if you don't have a good education."
"I don't know what I'm going to do, I can't work any more shifts here, I have to sleep sometime."
"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"
"What could you do?" she asked, looking up with interest.
"Well here's a little something," he said as he pulled a giant wad of money out of his pocket and handed her a hundred dollar note, and then reconsidered and added another two to her pile. Samuel had given him this money as a prop for his adventures. He warned him not to spend it himself, but to always carry it and use it in these sorts of situations. It's amazing how many doors a wad of cash will open, Samuel had advised him.
Jessica looked down in amazement, as Lisa looked over her shoulder in awe. "What the hell are you waiting for? Take it," she hissed in Jessica's ear, giving Jessica a nudge with her shoulder.
Jessica was shaken out of her stupor and quickly picked up the money. "Thank you so much, you're wonderful," she said as she leaned forwards and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Would you like more?"
Jessica stared at him and didn't know what to say.
"Look, that's about six thousand," he said holding up a wad of hundred dollar notes.
The two waitresses gasped in shock, and stared at the money.
"I have a case in the back of my car," he said indicating the Jag parked behind him, which neither of them had really noticed before. "I think there's another fifty or sixty thousand in it. Would that set you up?"
Jessica, was stunned, but nodded yes. After a moment she found her voice. "What is it you're wanting from me?"
"Well let's just say that I've been on the road a long time. I'd like a little.... company," he said with a warm smile.
She knew immediately what he wanted and shook her head. "Look mister, I don't know what sort of woman you think I am, but I won't do that sort of thing. Why don't you go get a hooker, it would be a lot cheaper."
"That's true, but I don't want some ugly hooker. I like you," Bryan decided not to use his power on her yet, he wanted to see if he could talk her into it for real.
"Look, I suppose I'm flattered in a sick sort of way, but I can't do it."
"You've done it before, remember little Adam."
"Don't bring my son into this in that way, you know nothing about it. I was young and I made a mistake, and now I have to live with that for the rest of my life. I'm not going to make that mistake again," she said biting her lip in a mixture of sorrow and anger. She was fighting back tears as she struggled to look him in the eye to show her defiance.
Bryan could see Lisa pondering this on the seat behind Jessica and looked over at her and smiled, she smiled back, so he knew she wasn't hostile to him.
"Just think about it. I am rich, not unattractive, and not looking for any messy entanglements. I want you for a little while, and I'll pay you handsomely. You'll probably even enjoy it, I'm not an inattentive lover." 
"Please just go," begged Jessica.
Bryan could see that she was weakening as he waved the money around, and he could also see that Lisa would happily drop her panties and do him right there on the stool for that much cash if he had asked her.
"Lisa, see if you can talk some sense into her," suggested Bryan. He turned back to face Jessica, who he could tell was trying not to think about this offer. "I'm going to go and sit in my car, I'll be there for thirty minutes. If you decide to take my offer just come on out. Think about it Jessica, it could put your son through school, and it could all be yours so easily."
Jessica said nothing as Bryan stood up and slowly walked over to the door and went outside.
"What are you doing?" demanded Lisa.
"What?!"
"You're turning him down?"
"Of course I'm turning it down, it's indecent. I can't have sex with him for money, I'm not a prostitute."
"You're not even going to think about it?"
"Why would I? I'm not going to do it."
Lisa grabbed Jessica by the arm and spun her around to face her. "Be very sure about this, it's a lot of money and you could live to regret it. Would it really be all that bad? He's handsome and fit, I've been out with a lot worse, and none of them wanted to give me thousands of dollars."
Jessica looked unsure now, and chewed worriedly on the inside of her cheek. " I don't know what to do Lisa, surely I can't do this. It's horrible. I can't make a decision like this."
"If he walked in here and asked you out, you'd jump at the chance. You'd go out to dinner or something, you'd have a few drinks and he'd end up in your pants by the end of the night. Your son wouldn't be any better off at the end of it though."
Jessica gave Lisa a worried glance and sat down in a booth to consider this. "Leave me alone for a second, I need to think."

"You've got five minutes left Jess," said Lisa from behind the counter where she was getting the sauce bottles out for the evening's dinner crowd.
"What should I do?"
"I'd be out there with my panties around my ankles screaming give it to me big boy, if it were me, and I would have been out there about thirty minutes ago."
"I'm not like that Lisa, you know that. I thought I loved Greg. When I realised he only wanted me for sex it was too late, I was pregnant with Adam. What would people think if anyone ever found out? What would my mother say, and what about Adam?"
"How would they know? He's going to leave right after it and I won't tell anyone. Just say you won the lottery."
"But where..."
"Tell him to park around the back," said Lisa as she ushered Jessica out the door. "I'll cover for you."
Bryan smiled broadly as Jessica hesitantly made her way over to the car.

"This is a sports car, there's no room inside so the bonnet will have to do," said Bryan as he spread his jacket out over the cool, green metal.
Jessica was racked with anxiety as she looked around to see if anyone could see them. The car was parked behind the diner in the loading area. The bushes around the edge of the property shielded them, and the area was not visible from the front at all. There was no one watching, but she was scared of being caught all the same.
"Can we be quick about this please," she begged him.
"Well I'm paying you a lot of money so I want satisfaction, no trying to rush me off before I'm done."
She nodded her understanding, and looked at him nervously.
He reached out and unzipped the pink cotton work uniform, all the way down to her waist. He could see the white bra holding her small tits, and he reached in and gave them a squeeze. She shivered in fear, but managed not to try and stop him. In the distance Bryan heard a crack of thunder.
"Quick, I've got to get back to work."
"Ok, lie down on the car then," said Bryan pointing at his jacket.
She gingerly slid herself up onto the car and placed her buttocks on the edge of his jacket. Again she shivered and cringed as she felt Bryan's hands slide up under her dress to grab the waistband of her cotton panties. After a moment she lifted her arse, with much hesitation, and allowed him to slide them down her thighs, past her knees and off over her shoes.
Bryan grabbed her ankles and placed her feet on the bumper bar and slid them as far apart as he could, he then grabbed her hips and slid her down, causing her legs to bend upwards, lifting her dress up like a tent, exposing her naked blonde pussy underneath. Seething with lust, he lifted the dress up over her knees to her waist, and unzipped his trousers with the other hand. He slid his erect cock out of his pants, and stood in front of her. She was watching him, and she turned her head away so as not to watch what she was allowing him to do to her.
"Make sure you have protection, I don't need another child," she said as this thought suddenly came to her.
"Ok," said Bryan rustling in his pants to find a condom that he knew wasn't there. Knowing there was no way she'd allow him to go ahead without it, he decided he'd have to use the power. "Look at this, it's one of those new ultra thin condoms, like they have on TV, I'm sure you've always wanted to try one."
"Yes, they're great," she said looking at the rubber sheath she was imagining, that wasn't actually there.
Bryan reached down and put his hand on her thigh, and she nearly jumped off the car in fright. After a moment he slid his hand up higher, brushing past her pussy to play with her belly button. This calmed her down somewhat, but she was still very tense. He moved his hand down and began to run his fingers up and down her pussy lips. He stroked the area around her clit, leaving the little hood alone. He finally reached out and began to slowly work it around and around. She gave a slight gasp, and clenched her jaw to keep mouth closed. Bryan slipped his hand down and eased a finger into her pussy, it was only a bit wet, but it was wet enough.
Bryan grabbed her legs, lifted them straight up, so that her feet were on either side of his head, and she slid further down the bonnet. He lined the tip of his cock up with her, and began to slowly work his way into her. With a firm thrust, he was up to his balls inside her, and he heard a louder crack of thunder off in the distance, which was strange for a perfectly clear day.
She groaned, and he could see she was doing her utmost to keep the noises in. Wanting to see if he could make her yell, he began to pound away at her. He could feel his balls slapping against her arse and back against his trousers as he rammed away at her. Each time he drove all the way in he wriggled around to try and stimulate her clit, before sliding back out again. After a little while of this with the odd gasp and groan from her, he changed his angle, and allowed her legs to drop on either side of his body. He was now lying over her, grinding directly against her clit. For a sexually repressed, and sexually deprived woman, she took longer than he had expected to start going off. When she finally did he could see the shame all over her face. She was horrified that she would orgasm during this sordid transaction, she was being used merely as a masturbatory device for this man. He was using her pussy to satisfy himself, or at least that was what she was trying to convince herself of, and having her body respond like that put a different spin on it all.
Bryan had been pounding away at her for a while, and now could feel his own climax approaching. He rolled her over and slid her down so that she was standing, bent over the bonnet, face down in his jacket. He held her hips and began to pound away at her. It took only half a dozen strokes or so before he drove himself in deeply and began to squirt his hot load of cum into her body.
A very loud, almost triumphant crack of thunder rolled across the area, and he could hear Samuel's laughter in his mind. "Well done Bryan!"

Lisa watched the green sports car drive off and waited for Jessica to return. After a few minutes she decided to go out and look for Jess. She found her lying on the ground, with her dress up around her waist. Her panties were on a nearby bush, and the guy's cum was staring to drip out of her abused pussy.
"Are you ok love?" asked Lisa as she helped Jessica get to her feet.
Jessica was still a bit dazed and confused, and clung to Lisa to stay upright.
"Looks like he gave you a great time. So where's the money?" asked Lisa looking around for a briefcase or something.
"Money...?" asked a dazed Jessica, as she slid back to the ground again. "What money?" 

To be continued.

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