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The interview
-------------
"Time for your monthly review, Terri. Conference Room C should do nicely,
don't you think?"
"Yes ma'am." Terri put away the copy of Hustler magazine which she had been
reading.
Danielle turned and headed for the empty conference room. Terri
subserviently followed a few paces behind.
The young VP took a seat. "Close the door, will you?" The blonde obeyed
and took her seat.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" Danielle asked sharply.
"No ma'am," Terri hurriedly got to her feet, flustered.
Danielle was pleased with herself. She always liked to start these meetings
off by putting her assistant off balance. Outwardly, however, she made her
disdain evident.
"I don't know what your problem is, Terri. We've been having these little
meetings for eight months. I'd think you'd know the rules by now."
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. NOW you may sit down. You know the position to assume."
Terri did. Slumping way down in the plush chair, she spread her legs wide
and rested her feet on the wooden conference table. Lifting the hem of her
skirt, she tentatively eased her finger inside herself. Danielle had the
best seat in the house from across the table, and could plainly see that
Terri was already wet.
"Goooooood. Nice. Now...let's talk about whether or not we should keep you
on here." The brunette's voice took an ominous tone. Of course, if Terri
were dismissed, Danielle would be sending some information to the cops.
Evidence of sensitive information which Terri had stolen from her old job.
Videotapes of Terri selling her body for cash. Offshore bank accounts full
of dirty money, all in Terri's name. Drugs....
With a shudder, Terri thought about one incident, shortly after Steven had
filed for divorce and thrown Terri out of their house. That meddlesome
bitch Carrie had cajoled Steven into getting a restraining order against
Terri (Danielle had "helped" by making numerous telephone calls to Steven's
boss, pretending to be Terri, and by slashing Steven's tires.) Terri had
said "fuck it" and told Danielle that she quit, deciding that everything
that mattered to her had already been taken away from her. In this, she
found that she was sorely mistaken; speeding out of the parking garage,
she'd received a call on her car-phone. "Look in your trunk," Danielle's
voice had urged, then a (click). Stopping, Terri had discovered a ziploc
bag filled with white powder beneath the spare tire. Searching the rest of
the car, she'd found several more bags. Then Danielle had called back.
"My next call will be to the DEA and the sheriff's department." And so,
Terri had dejectedly gone back and spent most of the next 24 hours between
Danielle's legs, begging for her job back.
"Soooo..." Danielle began. "Very SPECIAL day for you today, isn't it?"
Terri didn't answer, instead she regarded her boss with a mixture of pure
hate and extreme hurt.
"What's the SPECIAL occasion?" Danielle pressed.
"M-my...d-d-div.....D-DIVORCE....." The pretty blonde's voice broke, and
she began sobbing uncontrollably. Across the table, the evil Danielle
silently congratulated herself. It usually took her a full three minutes to
get the little bitch bawling her eyes out. But today was a very emotional
day for Terri, as her marriage had now been legally and officially ruined by
this wicked, spiteful woman. The tramp was understandably riding an
emotional roller coaster. The balloons, flowers and the impromptu lunchtime
party probably hadn't helped matters, Danielle mused.
"Ahhh....yes. Your divorce. Oh well. Guess that's what you get for being
a walking cum depository. Let's begin, shall we?"
"Wh-whatever...." Terri sniffled.
"I see you shaved your pussy again, Terri." It was true; the blonde's cunt
was completely bald--in direct contradiction of Danielle's orders to let it
grow and dye it black, so that anyone seeing her naked would assume that she
was a fake, dyed-blonde bimbo. However, Scott, one of her coworkers, had
ordered her to shave it off. Danielle, of course, knew this, and also knew
that Scott had ordered Terri not to tell. This didn't stop her from taking
the opportunity to torment the girl.
"Now, Terri...do you remember our little review last month?" she asked
softly.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And, what did we decide in regard to the shaving of your pussy?" Danielle
pressed.
"You...w-we...said I wasn't....s-s-supposed to...."
"And...look at your pussy. What do you call that?"
"S-shaved...." Terri had a look on her face which wished that she was
anywhere but here.
"And," Danielle continued quietly, "what did we say the penalty would be if
you disobeyed again?"
Terri's eyes widened. "No...please, Danielle...."
"What did we say the penalty would be, Terri?"
"Danielle," Terri sobbed, "please! You don't understand!!!"
"I understand that I gave you specific instructions, and that you failed to
follow them," Danielle said coldly. "The penalty--your employment here will
be terminated, and your illicit activities will all be reported to the
proper authorities." Picking up the phone on the conference table, she
dialed a number. "Building security, please."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Terri wailed. "Please...Danielle....ma'am...I didn't
have a choice....Scott! Scott made me do it." Ah. Now they were getting
somewhere.
Danielle hung up the phone. "Scott 'made' you do it? How?"
"H-he...told me...if I didn't...Angela would use the whip
again....and...and...he'd u-use m-m-my ass..."
"Oh. So, you had a choice, then." Danielle let that sink in. "And you
chose to disobey me."
"Danielle...h-he...she....A-Angela and Scott aren't...aren't gentle. One of
these days they're going to kill me...." Terri choked.
"When is it going to sink in, Terri? It's not all about you. You're
nothing more than a toy, for the purpose of providing pleasure to us as we
see fit. I'd have thought that would have been obvious by now. Anytime
Scott wants to use your ass, it's his, provided that it's not being used by
me at the moment. And if his wife wants to take a whip to your back and
cover it with welts...well, can you blame her? After all, you have been
having an affair with her husband," Danielle finished cruelly.
"Please...I'm sorry...it w-won't happen again...please don't fire me..."
Tears rolled down Terri's face as she awaited her fate.
Danielle observed as Terri broke down. Having spent most of her life being
tormented by the blonde, she found it intensely satisfying to be paying it
all back, with interest.
"P-p-please...."
"While I think about how to handle this little infraction, get up on the
table. You know what to do." And Terri did. Stripping naked, she lay on
her back on the mahogany table, sliding her hand down to her cunt, as her
boss watched with perverse satisfaction. Before long, Danielle's own hand
was busy shamelessly playing with her wet pussy.
Bachelor Party
------------------
Terri walked, reflecting on what an awful day it was. She couldn't believe
that Danielle had taken things this far. Ruining her marriage! She'd
thought she was resigned to the inevitable, but it hadn't really been real
for her until today. As of today, she was a single woman, the man she loved
having been stolen from her through seduction, blackmail and lies. And
through it all, as Danielle had carefully arranged and choreographed
everything, Terri had only been able to kneel under her boss' desk, cramming
a dildo up her ass while dutifully eating out the evil bitch who was
destroying her life.
Danielle had "decided" to keep Terri employed for another month. Now, Terri
was headed back to Danielle's apartment, where she was being allowed to
reside. There, she'd go through the same type of monthly "review", where
Danielle would decide whether or not to keep her blonde slave as a "tenant"
for another month, or to throw her out into the street.
Her "landlady" was eagerly awaiting her.
"Tonight's 'review' is going to be a little different. I've arranged for
you to work a bachelor party. Let's get you ready." It was not unusual for
Danielle to pimp Terri out to special events like this.
Danielle spent the next hour dolling her slut up to look like the high class
call girl she was. A pink thong with a matching pink demi bra, which had
been specially made for Terri's silicone-made tripld-D rack. Matching
garters and hose. A rather stunning, extremely scandalous red dress to
accentuate Terri's every curve. Plenty of face and eye makeup. Bright red
lipstick, to call attention to the lips which had serviced hundreds of cocks
at Danielle's bequest. Six-inch pumps. A black wig put the finishing
touches on things.
When Danielle left her alone, Terri surveyed herself in the mirror. She
looked like a complete stranger! The sex slave was thankful for once--at
least nobody would recognize her. That would certainly spare her some
humiliation.
In that, she had no idea how wrong she was.
----------------------
"Drink this--you'll need it." Without taking her eyes off the road,
Danielle had produced a flask of whiskey and now offered it to Terri, who
eyed it suspiciously.
"Why?" she asked. It was indeed strange, she thought. Usually the
heartless bitch wanted her pet to be completely sober, so that she could
fully experience and appreciate whatever humiliation had been conjured up
for her. "Don't you want me to be fully coherent while you embarrass and
torment me?"
"Yes, dear, usually I do. But in this case, I think you'll need to be a
little numb. Tonight will be an important performance from you, and the
last thing we need is for you to start bawling in front of everybody."
"Why would I start bawling?" Terri wanted to know.
"Just drink," Danielle said firmly.
"Why would I start bawling? What's going to happen?" Terri asked anxiously.
"Oh, I might as well tell you, so you can get it out of your system now,"
Danielle sighed. "The bachelor party you'll be performing at is for Steven.
He'll be marrying Carrie next weekend. You're going to perform for him
and his friends, and then you're going to fuck him." Danielle spoke as
nonchalantly as if she had just asked her assistant to drop a package off in
the mailroom. "And he's not even going to know that it's you..."
Eventually the hapless sex slave's crying died down enough that Danielle
could hear herself think.
"Drink," she repeated, passing the flask to Terri again.
Terri drank.
------------------------
Steven drank, too. But out of celebration and festivity. He was finally
going to be with the woman he loved, his soulmate. Carrie was wonderful.
He also was celebrating for another reason. Today, he had closed the book on
a chapter of his life which, he now realized, had been a mistake. What had
he been thinking when he'd married Terri? They were from two different
worlds. Steven thought back to how they'd drifted apart. The constant late
nights waiting at home while she was out partying. The phone calls in the
middle of the night, after which Terri would dress quietly and leave the
house after she thought Steven was asleep. A very painful, frustrating time
it had been for him....but he had found Carrie. She'd started out as a temp
in his office, and the two had gone out to lunch, and then dinner. In
Carrie, Steven had found someone whom he could talk to and relate to.
Then there had been the day when Carrie had brought the pictures over.
"Steven," she had said as gently as possible, "there's something you should
know. It's not going to be easy for you, but know that I am your friend and
will be here for you." Then she had broke the news to him, about the
affairs Terri was having at work. He'd broken down and cried in her arms,
and somehow they had ended up in bed together. Steven's path had been clear
to him at that point; with a supportive Carrie at his side, he'd filed the
necessary paperwork in the county courthouse. Carrie had moved in with
Steven on the same day that Terri moved out.
The two of them longed for the day when the divorce would be final, so that
they could make their own love official. It had been a bumpy ride--Terri
still telephoned at least once a week, always breathing into the phone and
not saying anything when Steven picked up. Carrie, however, had received
several death threats from the deranged soon to be ex-wife, and had spent
many nights shaking with terror, relaying the details to Steven as he held
her close.
Now the long wait was coming to an end. In a few short days, they would be
married! Carrie, ever the good sport, had arranged tonight's bachelor
party, reserving a barroom, and had even hired a callgirl. "I want to watch
you fuck her while she sucks all of your friends off," the nasty redhead had
whispered in his ear. "Then, we go home and you get to ride the Redhead
Express...." This was their pet name for lovemaking.
The callgirl was a petite-framed, black-haired young woman, with curves in
all the right places and enormous breasts, all poured in to a size 2 dress.
Steven's cock grew hard immediately as she took the stage and began
seductively gyrating to the music in the bar. Seated beside him, Carrie,
too, was getting turned on from the show, and began rubbing at Steven's
trousers under the table. His friends, meanwhile, decided that they'd
rather have a more intimate show, and proceeded to carry the callgirl over
to the large table where they were all seated.
"'scuse me for just a second..." Carrie whispered to her man. She stood
next to the dancer.
"Doesn't Lisa's dress look pretty?" The men all agreed. "Wouldn't it look
even better in a crumpled heap on the floor?" Everyone roared their
approval.
"You heard. Take it off," Carrie demanded. Slowly, the callgirl unbuttoned
the dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a pink
lace demi bra, with a matching thong, garter and hose. Directed by Carrie,
the girl pirouetted slowly to allow the men to take in a complete viewing of
her curvaceous, sexy body. "Mmmmmm nice, isn't she, guys? But you don't
have to settle for just looking. Lisa is paid for, all night! Help
yourselves....." And so Carrie returned to her seat, nuzzling up to Steven
and watching as the whore was surrounded by six of Steven's best friends.
------------------
With the exception of Steven, Terri has fucked each of the men once, and
they were now enjoying sloppy seconds. VERY sloppy seconds, as it turned
out--the guys using her pussy and ass had all pulled out in time to douse
the disguised slut in cum. She was trying to keep them aroused, so that
they'd keep fucking her and she hopefully wouldn't have to do anything with
Steven. Terri didn't think she could take that. But the guys were
gradually wearing out. As she finished the man who was fucking her mouth,
nobody moved to take his place, and with horror, Terri realized that Carrie
was standing over her.
"My husband to be wants a blowjob," the redhead demanded softly.
"Carrie....please, no. I wish you two best of luck, but....please...."
"NOW," Carrie demanded in a no-nonsense tone. "Or do you, I and Danielle
all need to sit down and have a little talk?"
Resignedly, fighting back tears, Terri got to her knees before the man who
had been so cruelly stolen away from her.
-----------------
Closing his eyes, Steven leaned back and enjoyed the cocksucking he was
getting from the callgirl. She definitely knew her oral, Steven thought to
himself. The way she was able to take him all the way in to her mouth, at
the same time snaking her tongue around his shaft...
-------------
Humiliated and tormented beyond belief, Terri was performing by rote. She
was mechanically servicing Steven, just as she had on hundreds of occasions
while they were married. And he was responding--after all these years, she
knew just what he liked and how he liked it.
-------------
The callgirl was doing a great job of sucking Steven's cock. He hadn't had
oral treatment this great since he and Terri had still been together.
Carrie was a terrific woman, but she had a lot to learn in the fellatio
department.
The way her tongue was working him, her hands lightly playing with his
balls, he could almost imagine that he was still with Terri, before she'd
strayed. In his mind's eye, Steven pictured his ex-wife kneeling there, her
blonde hair tickling his thighs as she bobbed up and down, determined to
give her man the suck of his life.
------------
Carrie watched nervously. Terri was playing her role a little *too*
intensely.
------------
If this is the last time we're ever going to be together, Terri thought, I'm
going to make damn sure you're going to remember it, Steven. Moaning
loudly, she doubled her pace, slurping at his sweet prick with a frenzy,
just like the time....
------------
....they'd headed up to the river, packing a picnic basket lunch which they
had never gotten around to eating. Opting instead to taste each other there
on the blanket. Steven recalled how he'd anticipated, and how warm and wet
his young wife's mouth was when she'd finally stopped teasing and gotten
down to business. How she'd leisurely worked him with her mouth for a
while, before moving in for "the kill", shaking her head back and forth and
her moans, muffled by her mouthful of prick...
------------
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....."
------------
"Oh yeah....swallow it, Terri...." Steven wasn't even aware he'd said it.
He was aware only of the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing, as he couldn't
hold back anymore, and emptied his load into the callgirl's mouth, as she
eagerly gulped down every last drop....
Carrie, however, had heard clearly, and was too stunned to move. Terri was
looking up at Steven, with a kind of sadness, knowing that it was, indeed,
over.
Finally the redhead bride to be found the strength to move. Grabbing at
Terri's wig, she tore it off and threw it aside. "You BITCH!!!!! WHAT THE
FUCK DID YOU DO TO LISA?? Won't you EVER LEAVE US ALONE????" She grabbed
Steven, pulling him away, then turned around and slapped Terri across the
face. "LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!"
Everyone ignored Terri as she dressed, reduced to complete shame. All of
the guys were gathered around Carrie and Steven. The bitch was sobbing
about how "she follows us everywhere and calls our house constantly....she
somehow found out about tonight and arranged....THIS...." More fake tears.
"What did you do, Terri...tap our phone lines when we called the escort
service? Where's Lisa, the girl who was supposed to be here? Is she lying
dead in a ditch somewhere? Do you want us dead? Do you? COME ON!!! HERE I
AM!!!!" And she came at Terri again, getting a handful of the humiliated
girl's blonde hair, shaking her around until she was pulled back by Steven
and a few of the other guys. What really hurt most of all were the words
spoken by Steven.
"C'mon, Carrie. She's not worth it."
As she was led away, the redhead spoke to Terri. "Stay away from MY MAN."
Then, to Steven's friends, "Do whatever you want with her, guys. Have fun."
They did.
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