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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge Is Mine by Katie McN  (FF, M+/F, Blackmail, Humil, RP)
Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 20:10:03 -0500
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Revenge Is Mine

By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>

(c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN


Barbara Luncefort graduated near the top of her class at 
Harvard Business School.  She is one of the sexiest looking 
women in investment banking, and has a killer instinct when 
it comes to making a deal.  Put all of that together, and 
you can understand why she makes over $2 million a year, 
and scares the shit out of most of the guys who try to 
compete against her.

Today she was driving the Jag.  It seemed to say something 
to her.  Something like "You're there now and nothing can 
get in your way.  Nothing."  She liked that 'something' a 
lot.

The rain was starting to come down now as she pulled her 
car into the street from the basement parking structure of 
the Stock Exchange Tower.  She turned right and found 
herself in the usual traffic jam that plagued the financial 
district in Toronto this time of day.  Traffic was worse 
than usual because a car was stalled in the lane just ahead 
of her.  The driver was standing in the street looking down 
at the flat tire, and didn't seem at all happy.  She was 
soaked to the skin.

Barbara pulled around the car and hollered out to the 
woman.  "Hop in.  I'll drive you someplace where you can 
get some help for the car."

As she got into Barbara's car, she said, "Thanks for 
stopping.  Screw the car.  It's a rental and they can come 
and get it themselves.  I just want to get back to my hotel 
and into some dry clothes."

Her name was Marcy.  She was an American.  She was here on 
business and staying at the Park Hyatt on Avenue Road which 
was fairly close to where they were currently stalled in 
traffic.  It still took a long 15 minutes to drive the 
short distance to the hotel.

"This traffic isn't going to get any better for awhile, 
Barb, so why don't I buy you a drink and you can wait here 
until things clear up a bit."  Barbara said okay, but not 
because of the traffic.  No, it was something else entirely 
that got her attention.  Even though she was disheveled 
from being outside in the rain, Marcy was still one of the 
most attractive women Barbara had ever seen.  And, a 
beautiful woman was something that Barb found very 
interesting indeed.

They decided that Marcy would change clothes and fix 
herself up a bit before they went up to the Roof Lounge to 
enjoy one of the nicest places in the downtown area.

Barbara had not been in one of the Suites at the Park, and 
found it quite elegant.  She took the room tour as she 
waited for Marcy to get ready for their drink.  She could 
see the CN Tower from the window and remembered how much 
she liked looking at downtown Toronto.

"Barbara, could you come here and help me with something, 
please?"  Without giving it a thought, Barb walked into the 
bedroom and was stunned.

Marcy was lying on the bed displaying the most perfect body 
Barbara had even seen.

"We could have the drink a little later, Barb.  I've 
thought of a better reward for a good Samaritan like you.  
Why don't you come over here and sit on the bed?"

Sure, she had been with attractive women before, but not 
one of them could hold a candle to Marcy.  Barb moved 
toward the bed, and when she got close enough, Marcy pulled 
her down and rolled over on top of her.

Marcy's blonde hair covered both of them like a secret 
cave.  Her lips found Barb's cheek and then quickly covered 
her mouth.  Her tongue probed easily, at first, and then 
started a relentless attack and it soon entered and began 
to explore the hidden secrets of her mouth.

Barb felt an electric shock of passion move through her 
hand, up her arm and into that mindless place where her sex 
waited to devour the sensation.  She could hardly believe 
the softness of Marcy's milky white skin.  She moved her 
hand down the girl's back and found her perfectly 
proportioned ass waiting there just for her.  She let her 
hand explore this excitement as the two women continued on 
in an endless embrace.

Her dress had drifted a few inches above her knee and Marcy 
took advantage of this to do some exploring of her own.  
Barb could feel the excitement of a delicate hand moving up 
her stocking clad leg until it reached the smoothness 
between her stocking top and her tiny panties.

"Oooh! I can't believe it.  Stockings and a garter belt.  
How sexy, Barb."

Marcy let one finger trail across the tiny piece of cloth 
that hid Barb's pussy from view.  Barb made a soft moan as 
the finger moved slowly down the slit with just enough 
pressure so she could feel it through the frilly material.

When the kiss finally ended, both women started to reveal 
the secrets hidden under Barbara's clothes.  Barb was lying 
on her back as she tried to take off her wool jacket, at 
the same time her skirt was being removed by Marcy who 
seemed quite experienced with this sort of thing.

The silk blouse was open now and then it was off, leaving 
Barb in matching red bra, panties and garter belt.  There 
were many people who had talked to her that day who would 
have been quite surprised to learn what was hidden under 
her business attire.

Marcy pushed her back onto the bed and said, "Let me 
finishe.  Just lie there for now."

It took a long time and a lot of touching and squeezing and 
fondling before the rest of the clothes came off.  Barb had 
a difficult time just lying there and waiting, and yet, 
this felt so very, very nice.

Both women lay on the bed nude, and took advantage of the 
situation to explore the wonders of each other.  Barb found 
Marcy's body so very exciting.  She was slender, but not 
really athletic.  Her breasts were firm and jutted out in 
an impertinent way.  She was just what Barb wanted.

Barb was more voluptuous, and had somewhat larger breasts.  
No one would consider her fat.  Just enough woman to make 
it quite interesting.

Time seemed to flash by in a jumble of lips kissing 
nipples, hands caressing pussies, pubic hair rubbing on 
legs, fingers exploring love caverns, and on and on and on.  
There was heat from a fire that could only exist when two 
lovers were a perfectly matched pair.  Soon they were just 
one object of excitement and passion.

Neither woman knew how many orgasms exploded in that bed.  
When they kissed, they tasted each other and themselves.  
When they touched, they burned their senses with an 
excitement that couldn't be explained.

Again, again, again.  More, more, more.  Scream, moan, yes, 
Yes, YES, YES!

It went on for hours, and then it had to end.

"Barb, I'm so sorry, but I've got to meet my partner in 
just a few minutes.  Look, tomorrow's Friday.  Why don't I 
change my flight and stay the weekend.  I'm sure we can 
figure out how to get started again, and make it last the 
whole weekend."

Barb left reluctantly, and as she drove home, she 
fantasized about the exciting woman she had to leave.  Her 
thoughts revolved around all the things that they would be 
doing as they enjoyed each other in a way that only women 
can understand.

---

"Miss Luncefort, someone is here to see you.  Her name is 
Marcy and she says you left something at the hotel."

Barb was surprised, but pleased as well and decided she 
could end the day a little early.  She was a little 
confused, though, when Marcy walked into her office.

Marcy was wearing jeans, tennies and an NSync tee shirt.  
Her hair was braided and she didn't look a day over 16.  
Quite a change from the sophisticated business woman of the 
night before.

"My, you certainly look different today, Marcy.  Hard to 
believe you're a business woman from the States."

"Well, I'm not actually a business woman, but I am working 
now as you will soon find out."  She smiled at Barbara as 
she placed a small box on the desk.

"Take a look at this stuff.  You just won't believe it."

Marcy showed her a copy of a driver license that indicated 
she was really just 16.  She showed her a copy of the hotel 
bill which was paid by credit card.  The credit card 
belonged to Barb and the signature seemed valid, even 
though she knew she didn't sign it.

"Whose signature is this on the bill?"

"Barb, it must be yours, or so it seems.  Hmm, maybe 
someone came in while we were having fun and took your 
credit card out of your purse.  Maybe that person had 
practiced you signature a lot before yesterday.  Could of 
happened that way, but I'll never admit it."

Barb looked at the young girl who sat there almost laughing 
at her.  She didn't know what was going to happen next, but 
knew it was not going to be pleasant in any way,

"I know this all must be very confusing to you, Barb, so 
I'll just get to the point.  When you were in school, you 
pissed someone off.  And, that person decided to get some 
revenge, and I'm getting paid a lot of money to help out 
with the plan."

"I'm not going to threaten you with going to the police 
even though I'm a minor.  Nope, that would be just too 
messy for me.  Seems like it would be a lot more fun just 
to send copies of these papers, and, oh yes, a copy of this 
video to the managing director and the rest of the board.  
I bet they would be shocked with the hot action, and 
certainly couldn't allow any sort of scandal to ruin the 
company's reputation.  You'd be out in the street my dear 
and probably wouldn't be able to get a job anywhere in the 
financial community."

Barb knew all too well that what the girl said was so very 
true.  Her whole life could end as soon as this information 
came to light.  Everything she worked for would be gone.

"Don't worry, the person who is paying me could care less 
about ruining you.  You have to be humiliated worse than he 
was and then he will call it a day.  He has it all figured 
out, and it can be handled over the weekend."

Ah, negotiation.  This was something that Barb could 
understand and deal with.  Okay, let's see what we got 
here.  "What do you want?"

"It's quite simple, really.  There is a club up north a 
ways, where there's nude dancing.  No alcohol is served and 
it hasn't been noticed by the authorities yet.  Just 20 
dollars admission, 5 dollars for soft drinks and a lot of 
fun for the paying customer."  Marcy seemed to be just 
warming up, and Barb started to get impatient.

"What's all this to me, Marcy?"

"Well, you're going to work there tomorrow night.  Yes, you 
have been referred to Mr.  de Pardieu, who seems to be 
quite a disgusting person, but does need another dancer for 
tomorrow.  You have all night and tomorrow morning to come 
up with a good act.  I'm sure you can figure it all out."

"You simply work the full evening in this wonderful 
establishment, and, at the end of your shift, my client 
will give you the original video.  You can keep this copy 
now, just so you know how hot it is.  And, don't worry, 
there are no other copies that will show up later.  He's 
simply not that sort of
person."

Barb was stunned.  She could never imagine herself dancing 
nude in front of a lot of strangers, and certainly not in 
the sort of place she knew this one would be.  On the other 
hand, $2 million a year was a lot of money to replace.

"That's it, one night and it's done? How can I believe you, 
Marcy?"

"I'm shocked that you doubt me, Barb.  But, you know, you 
don't really have a choice, do you? My client just wants to 
humiliate you.  You can decide how.  One night as a nude 
dancer, or a hot gossip story in the financial press.  It's 
really up to you."

"Okay, what do I have to do?"

Marcy took a digital camera from her purse and had Barb 
stand in front of her desk.  She took two pictures and then 
said, "Okay, off with the clothes.  Come on strip, cutie.  
I need a hot pic for the client."

Barb couldn't believe she was doing this, but started 
removing her clothes with images of managing directors and 
newspaper stories flooding her mind.  Soon she was standing 
in her office completely nude with Marcy getting ready to 
take a picture.

"Okay, now smile like you're enjoying it.  Come on now, 
you're just wasting time.  Look like this is what you want 
to do."

Barb somehow was able to smile and stand there while Marcy 
took her picture.  She felt like a fool, but apparently 
that part didn't show.  Marcy seemed quite pleased with the 
picture she took.

"Okay, Barb.  Now lie down on your desk with your butt 
right next to the edge.  Look, I'm not going to tell you 
again.  Get on the desk, or I'm leaving.  I make the same 
money either way, so don't fuck with me."

Barb was shocked at the change in the girl.  She quickly 
sat on the edge of the desk and leaned back until her back 
was resting on the flat surface.  Marcy moved her name 
plaque next to her.  She took hold of one of Barb's hands 
and rested it on her bare pussy.  She put the other one on 
her naked boobs.  And stood back and readied her camera.

"Start playing with your boobs, Barb, and use that other 
hand to masturbate yourself.  Quickly now, fucking around 
time is over.  I want to see you come and no faking.  I'll 
be able to tell cause I've seen you come quite a few times 
as you might remember."

Barb was stunned.  Only a few minutes before she was 
anticipating being with an exciting woman.  Now she was 
lying on her desk playing with her tits and fingering her 
pussy.  She knew the other girl would know if she tried to 
fake it.  She had to do it right, and decided to get it 
over with.  She started doing the things that normally 
would get her off in two or three minutes.  For some 
reason, she was quite excited and reached her climax in 
only 90 seconds.  She made a moaning sound which signaled 
Marcy to snap one then a
second picture.

"How very nice.  You better get out tonight and see how the 
nude dancers do it.  I'll pick you up in front of the 
building at 4 tomorrow afternoon.  You have to audition, 
and if you don't get the job, and last the whole shift, 
it's time for plan B.  By the way, you're expected to have 
your own slutty clothes, so make sure you have something 
hot to wear."

Marcy got up and walked out of the room.  The copy of the 
license and the bill were still there on her desk right 
next to the video.  The video showing her having a lesbian 
experience with a 16 year old girl.  Barb knew these were 
just copies and what she needed were the originals.

She didn't go to a club, but rented some videos instead.  
She watched the dancing parts and realized that it wouldn't 
be too hard to do what the people in these videos were 
doing.  It was simple.  Slowly remove the few clothes you 
had on.  Touch yourself a lot.  Make sure that everyone 
could see everything, and that was it.  Easy to do, but so 
embarrassing.  She had to concentrate on the $2 million as 
she practiced the routines she saw in the film.

---

Marcy was almost 30 minutes late picking her up.  Her 
outfit gave her the look of a working girl.  She had just 
about decided to leave after the third car stopped and the 
driver asked her how much for a blow job.

They finally arrived at one of the sleaziest places Barb 
had ever seen.  She couldn't believe she was going to go 
into such a place, but soon found herself in front of the 
owner, George de Pardieu.

"You look like a fuckin' socialite.  We need someone who 
can get down and dirty here, and you don't look like you're 
it."

Barb knew it was all over if she didn't get the job and so 
she said, "It's just the act.  I look this way and then get 
really raunchy.  The guys love it."

"Okay, babe, let's see you get real raunchy.  Show me your 
stuff, and make it good or you're out on your ass."

Barb realized that this was it.  She either looked like she 
knew what she was doing, or he would throw her out.  When 
she asked about music, he just laughed at her and told her 
to fake it.

She imagined one of the songs from the video she watched 
and got into stripping off her clothes.  Her tight spandex 
dress came slowly off.  She knew the George was getting 
interested since he hadn't taken his eyes off her.

She undid the black bra and threw it at him as she let her 
big boobs jiggle within inches of his face.  She slid her 
black g string off by sliding her hands slowly down the 
outside of her legs.  When the tiny panties touched the 
floor she stepped out of them and stood before him in a 
garter belt, seamed nylons and very high slut heels.  She 
started dancing again, and this time made sure to touch 
every intimate part of her body.

She got her nipples hard and excited.  She moved her 
fingers over her pussy and felt herself getting wet even 
though she couldn't imagine getting excited under these 
circumstances.  She arched her back and turned around 
displaying her curvy ass to George.  She kept this up for a 
few minutes more, but realized that she had the job.  It 
was pretty easy to tell that he liked what he saw.  He made 
no pretense at trying to hide the erection that was so 
clearly pressing at the front of his pants.

"Okay, one more thing and you got the job.  Lay down on the 
desk and spread your legs."

She couldn't believe he thought she would let him fuck her 
right there in his office.  Yet, he was standing up and 
unzipping his pants.

"Get your ass on the desk.  No one works her unless I fuck 
'em first.  You're gonna make a lot of money, but you're 
gonna share with me first.  Understand?"

Barb understood.  She understood that if she didn't put out 
for this scum, she would not get the job and that would be 
the end of her.  She could do anything once and positioned 
herself on his desk and waited.

She didn't have to wait for long.  She felt his dick jam 
into her pussy twice before it found its way inside her.  
Once it was in, he started pumping away with a methodical 
motion that was a cross between boring and disgusting.  He 
fondled her tits a little bit and soon she heard a grunting 
sound and felt his heat inside her pussy.  He flooded her 
with his cum and then pulled out.  While he was wiping 
himself off with some tissues from a box located somewhere 
behind his desk, he explained how things worked.

"You pay me $50 an hour for every hour between 10 PM and 2 
AM.  That's your shift.  You'll make way more than that in 
tips.  And, if you don't I'll throw your ass out of here.  
One customer complaint and you're gone.  Understand?"  She 
did.

"Now you start on stage at 10 doing just what you did here.  
Make it last a little bit longer and make sure the guys get 
a good look at everything.  Lots of crack shots and let 'em 
see that finger workin', understand?"  She did.

"After you get off the stage, you do some table dancing.  
Get your ass moving.  I expect to see you workin' all the 
time.  Understand?"  Yes, she did.

"Now we got a private room in the back for feature numbers.  
A feature number is anything a guy thinks up.  You'll get 
40 or 50 bucks for 20 minutes, so it's good money.  Now, 
you've been around the block more than once so I don't want 
to here no fuckin' crap outta you about anything one of my 
customers may want.  You understand?"  She did, and she 
knew she wouldn't like any of it, but it was only for one 
night.

---

Here she was on stage and completely nude.  She was 
squatting down giving some guy a crack shot.  He'd rolled a 
bill up tightly and was trying to shove it into her pussy.  
He finally dipped it into his beer and was finally able to 
push it all the way in.  She got up and moved away, making 
a big deal about pulling it out and putting it on a chair 
that was at the back of the stage.  She had to do what it 
took to keep working for the whole shift, no matter how 
embarrassed or disgusting things got.  She knew she could 
do it.  

After 15 minutes on stage, she rotated to the audience 
where she went up to each table and offered to do a table 
dance.  She had a lot of takers and found that the rules 
were quite different than what she saw in the video.  The 
guys could touch her all they wanted to, and they did.  Her 
boobs were being squeezed and fondled by everyone she 
danced for.  Fingers snaked into her pussy and asshole.  A 
number of guys kissed her, leaving the smell and taste of 
cigarettes and stale beer on her face and inside her mouth.

She had been table dancing for about two hours when George 
told her to take a break, get fixed up and report to the 
private room for a special customer.  Fifteen minutes later 
she was shocked to see who was waiting for her.  Richard 
Parnell.  She knew just who was behind this now.  The guy 
was a complete jerk, who wouldn't leave her along in 
college.  She remembered the last thing she said to him in 
the Commons with quite a few people listening in and 
laughing.  It was something about his limited endowment 
being so small that fleas would consider him tiny, or 
something like that.  Yes, he was laughed out of the place, 
and then went on to make $500 million via an Internet start 
up.  He still looked like a geek.

She was not surprised to see Marcy sitting right next to 
him with a big smile on her beautiful face.  She was also 
not surprised to find that she was being rented out for the 
rest of the evening by Parnell and Marcy.

At first he only wanted her to table dance, and he wasn't 
even as touchy as most of the guys in the main room.  He 
started to get into it a little bit, but by that time she 
had been touched and probed everywhere so this didn't seem 
that bad.

Next he wanted her to table dance Marcy.  Well, Marcy 
wasn't shy at all and Barb soon felt like she was having a 
gynecological examination.  It was uncomfortable, but 
nothing that hadn't happened before this.

"I've always wanted you to give me a blow job, so on your 
knees."  He didn't seem tentative anymore, but she knew 
that this was what he was waiting for and she realized that 
she had to deliver.

She knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants.  He 
was hard as a rock and she had a problem getting his dick 
out of his pants.  She finally had it in her mouth and was 
sucking him as if she was enjoying it.  She really hoped to 
get him off fast, but the guy just seemed to last forever.

He finally came with an explosion of cum that filled her 
mouth.  This was not the best taste she ever had, but not 
her first experience either so she swallowed and hoped 
things were over.  But, of course, she was mistaken.

She had to do Marcy next while Parnell moved his chair 
closer so he could watch everything.  Marcy gave her 
instructions, telling her how fast to move her tongue, 
where to put her hands and everything else she could think 
of to humiliate Barb in front of her nemesis, Parnell.

After she finished going down on Marcy, they made her lie 
down on a small table and spread her legs.  They positioned 
themselves so they could have a clear look between her long 
legs.

"Now we want to see you masturbate.  You do it so very 
well.  You'll just love this, Parnell.  She is so hot."

Barb tried to get it over quickly, but was told to slow 
down and take her time.  She played with her tits and 
fingered herself slowly, but knew it was just a matter of 
time before she got off.

Just as she got close to cumming.  Marcy told her to stop.  
She had to lay there for over a minute until she was cooled 
down.  Parnell told to go for it again.  Three more times, 
she got close, but was made to stop just before she got 
off.  She was in agony now and would have done anything to 
cum.

While she was being tortured in such an exquisite way, 
several people noticed what was going on and soon more than 
15 people were standing around watching her.  She was 
embarrassed and yet would have finished herself off as soon 
as she could regardless of who was watching, if she was 
just given a chance.

The fifth time she was allowed to cum and did so was a 
scream that got everyone's attention.  The audience cheered 
and applauded, but Barb could hardly hear them as she tried 
to make her orgasm last forever.

Parnell looked at her at told her that he thought she 
should take care of her fans, too.  It didn't take anytime 
before her "fans" had her pushed down on the floor.  The 
first guy to fuck her was a fat drunk who slobbered over 
her as he stuck it in.  Someone said, "Turn the bitch 
over."  The next thing she knew, she was on top and some 
guy was trying to stick his dick into her asshole.  It hurt 
terribly, but soon he forced his way in, and started moving 
it in and out.  Eventually she got wide enough to take it 
without a lot of pain.

Someone grabbed her hair and forced a cock into her face.  
Once it was in her mouth she started sucking on it.  She 
was being fucked by one guy, stuck in the ass by another, 
giving a third a blow job while others pulled at her 
nipples, squeezed her tits, and made use of every part of 
her body.

When one guy came, he was replaced immediately by another.  
It took over an hour and a half before every one of them 
got off in her at least once.  She lost count, but seemed 
to remember seeing the same ugly faces more than once.

Finally, it was over.  She heard George announce closing 
time and the customers were slowly moved out into the 
parking lot.  She was left in the building with just Marcy, 
Parnell and George.

Parnell said, "I'm a person of my word.  Here is the 
evidence.  All original stuff, and no copies anywhere to 
show up later."  Somehow she was able to believe him, and, 
while this was the worst experience of her life, it was 
finally over.

Parnell walked towards the door with George.  It was 
obvious that they knew each other.  They were laughing and 
looking back at Barb who was standing nude in the private 
room with cum streaming from her pussy and asshole.  She 
was trying to figure out what to do about the mess when she 
heard Marcy talking to her.

"I'm not going to be able to take you home because I have a 
plane to catch.  Kind of too bad for you, cause I think 
some of those guys stole your clothes and purse.  I think 
you better sneak out the back door while George is not 
looking.  He's gonna be asking for his money.  Oh, and 
guess what? I knew you'd want to remember this evening so 
I've video taped everything.  But, don't worry.  I'm not 
going to give it to Parnell.  No, I'm keeping it all for 
myself so whenever I'm in Toronto, I'll know that I'll have 
a date with someone who will be willing to do just about 
anything to keep me happy."  She started laughing as she 
moved toward the front door.

Barb wanted to be angry, but knew she better get out of 
there before George came back.

Marcy and Parnell sat in their car and watched the drunk 
standing next to his car throwing up.  "Well, if you're 
right, it's got to happen now, Marcy."

"Ten bucks says it will, big guy."  Just as they agreed on 
the bet, a nude woman in slutty high heels ran from the 
woods toward the drunk who was now standing there trying to 
clear his head enough to drive home.  They could see her 
talking to him.  He seemed to be telling her no.

Soon, though, she was on her knees unbuttoning his pants 
and pulling his dick out of his pants.  It took a long time 
for her to just get him up.  She did everything she could 
think of to get him off and after what seemed like the 
longest blow job in the world, he finally came.  He also 
threw up again, covering Barb with what remained in his 
stomach.  He pulled her into the car, and after sticking a 
finger into her pussy and asshole a couple of times, they 
left in the direction of Toronto.

"Well big brother, that'll be ten please.  And, how did you 
like it.  I told you I could get her in a place where she 
would be more humiliated than you ever were.  Pretty cool, 
huh, and with these tapes I've got, I bet I keep having fun 
with her over and over again."

If you had been there, you would of heard Marcy laughing as 
they drove from the darkened parking lot.


The End 


Let me know what you think of my story .  .  .

By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>


Read more of my stories here .  .  .

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