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Undercover Humiliation  1 
(F/F, MC, Humil, Reporters, Salad dressing?)
cowgirl


Two female reporters go undercover to understand young
secretaries lurid behavior toward older female
executives they work for.  




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Name's Jennifer Corbitt. When I started at twenty six at the local 
newspaper, everything looked bright. I was the new cub, the smart, 
sassy, street savvy reporter in sneakers and a T-shirt. Just a kid.

We young Turks made ceaseless jokes about all the 'older timer' 
reporters behind their backs. 'Hey, any woman over 35 still working 
at a paper *this* small, gets what she deserves', we'd laugh. My mouth 
watered for a shot at the big leagues. One by one, my peers took flight. 
Before I knew it, twenty years flew by,  but I never took flight.

As I undress for bed, I realize how cheap I look in faded jeans and a 
tired T-shirt at my age. `Just never caught a big break' - that's what I 
told myself. It certainly couldn't be my refusal to play company bullshit 
games and dress up in perky little *business suits*, like all the other 
young ass kissers around here. The same ones *I* train, so they can go 
off and chase all those big stories that were supposed to be mine. It 
must be some sort of 'character flaw' that's keeping me out of the big 
leagues, but... what?  

I'm blocking out how hard it's gotten recovering from 2:AM deadlines, 
or needing caffeine just jolt myself to work every morn, let alone the 
humiliation of secretly dyeing streaks of 'gray' out of once-auburn curls. 
I'm only 37 for god's sake! Okay... almost 39. 

But then came Katie.

Fresh out of college, the twenty one year old cub reporter had perky subtly 
bottle blonde hair, sparkling brown eyes, full pout collagen lips, artificial 
beaming smile, and the friggin' bod of a high school cheerleader to boot. Yup, 
this was the 'new' girl! Cute little 'Katie  Burns' was mercilessly cheerily 
fixated on doing whatever it took to rise the top. 

I tried not to think about her, I really did. I tried to ignored her, just 
like my humiliating streaks of gray, or my extra ten pounds I'm battling, or 
the nasty little varicose veins I'd spotted for the first time last night.

I took her to lunch, to size her up. A pleasant little sidewalk bistro. She 
insisted I have an Ice tea. When I returned from the bathroom, I tried to 
make small talk as I sipped away and she ate her salad, though Katie 
seemed distracted and barely listened to me. 

I made my pitch that, since she was the new girl in town, I'd happily offer 
her my personal confidential advice in office politics, to help her steer 
clear of trouble spots and teach her the ropes of reporting.

I became miffed as the prissy little thing picked at her garden salad, her 
casual dismissal of me releasing something deep inside. I didn't like being 
ignored, yet this girl's callous attitude was doing something to me. Katie
paused, took a little vial of water from her purse and placed it on the table.

"What's this?" I asked, eyeing the small vial of clear fluid. 

Katie didn't answer. I started wordlessly across at her, heart pounding for 
some reason. The fact she ignored me again and only started at the vial of 
water made it worse. 

She finally looked up, forcing a strained smile as she fondled the
vial of water and chirped.

"Jennifer, do you know I've read everything you've written?" My pursed
lips broadened in approval.

"Really?" I couldn't help but relax. Maybe I'd misjudged her. 

"...used to *respect* you too. Geeess.... Advice? Even followed your stuff 
when I was in high school." She pressed me with relentless enjoyment, 
watching my face fall as I toyed with my straw with my tongue.

"High school..." I echoed, a soft gasp of humiliation escaped my wet
puckered lips as I pulled away from my Tea and lowered my eyes. 

"Katie....what's the point of all this? what do you want?" I asked 

 "Look, 'Jenny', I don't mean to be rude, but I'm afraid 'advice' from
someone as clueless as you is a joke. Despite your denial, you KNEW what I 
wanted the minute our eyes locked, even though it scared the shit outta you."

Wow. She didn't fool around, did she? I felt my breath quicken, my cheeks 
becoming warm and my body responding to this pretty girl's voice dripping with 
sarcasm. Why was her belligerence wrapping around me like a warm blanket?  

I forced a polite laugh to cover my arousal and embarrassment and tried to 
sound together.

"Okay, Katrina. Let's get down to it then. Why....er... "I blinked in
confusion. "...why are you h-here?"

"I'm here for your job stupid." She winked. 

I bit into my straw as I inwardly exploded with rage. Little bitchy comments 
were one thing, but my job? MY JOB? I was mortified she'd dare to... well... 
say it *out loud* like that. I also was breathless over the 'stupid' bit, and was
confused at how much MORE turned on I'd become at the little twit actually 
suggesting she'd fucking well replace me, to my FACE no less! 

"Jenny, Close your mouth. It's over. Face it -- you're almost old enough to be 
my fucking mom, and you haven't had a scoop in years. You'll just sit here at 
this shitty little rag as I quickly get bored and ditch your job for my rightful
spot at the major newspapers.

As Katie toyed with the little vial of water again on the table, something 
approaching an orgasm bolted through me. I should be throttling her, not 
squeezing my thighs together, right? As I finished my tea, I became furious at 
my vulnerability to her. 

"The cute part is, I DO believe you're a little... smitten with watching 
someone younger like myself who's got the talent, chops and burning 
ambition you've pissed away long ago.." Katie smiled winningly at me.

I responded to the challenge in her voice, the lively contempt in her eyes 
incensing me, mingling with my anger as I staved off actually coming right in 
front of her... was too much...

"...am I right? Are you getting a certain... *kick* from being below me?
Your face keeps lighting up the more I speak. I mean, why else would you 
just stand by and watch a pretty younger girl walk all over you and take your 
job, right?" The insolent girl smirked at me.

I fought to keep from touching myself. The very idea of demeaning myself 
before this cruel little bitch who despised me and was just after my job 
sparked another wave of self disgust which quickly warmed me inside, melted 
my weakening resolve. 

"Jennifer....are you okay sweetie?" She smirked. 

I stilled myself, taking a deep breath, realized I'd finished my now empty 
glass of tea. What's the matter with me, I started to sweat. What in God's 
name is making me almost have an orgasm from the cruel words of this 
younger woman who was being so merciless to me? 

"Maybe this will make you feel better, here..." The younger reporter's
eyes gleamed as she threw her packet of salad dressing over to me, and I 
caught it automatically with a startled excitement.

"Jen, will you squeeze some dressing out and rub it all over your nipples for 
me? Just reach under your blouse real quick. Hurry up!" Kate managed 
without breaking up, 

As for some god awful reason, I quickly sat up and squirted a hand full of the 
cold Dressing into my palm, and inhaled deeply as my fingers pressed the 
creamy Ranch Dressing over my now tender, receptive and hardening
nipples, as Kate watched me with a cruel smirk, and my cheeks inflamed
at my display.

"Jennifer, you're turned on right now, aren't you? Answer me..." She
insisted.

I didn't want to answer as I sat there, shamefully, blood rushing to my scarlet 
face, burning my ears, rubbing my own nipples. Thoroughly humiliated and 
angry as hell. But the bulk of my rage was squarely on my own shoulders, for 
not telling the little bitch to fuck off. I hated how each new indignity was 
more exciting and intoxicating than the last. Admitting it to her... would 
just... but then realizing how humiliated I'd feel if I confessed my arousal,
made my lips water as I took a breath, and Kate smiled, as I kept rubbing my 
nipples. But before I could mutter the words, 

Kate raised her hand up -. 

"Okay - ENOUGH - DON'T ANSWER. It's a trick question!!!" The young
reporter barked as she opened the  small vial of fluid on the table. 

"Jennifer, I'm sorry to have to put you THROUGH this, I really am, but
you'd never believe it if you hadn't experienced it yourself. The chemical in 
this little vial is what's causing your reaction" Katie said, suddenly drawing 
closer to me in a hushed tone. 

"Huh?" I said, still feeling tingles of excitement and disappointment that I 
hadn't gotten to utter my admission to the stunningly beautiful girl before me. 

"Come on Jen, shake it off, and stop rubbing your nipples!" Kate scolded, 
swatting my hands away from under my blouse, which the dressing had 
unfortunately now soaked through and totally ruined. My arousal was fading 
a bit with Kate's everyday tone, and I suddenly felt like a damned fool with 
creamy nipples.

"...It's part of a story I'm working on. The stuff in these little vials, it... 
well... changes people. Mostly women. The Key word is... HUMILIATION. It  
somehow links humiliation to sexual arousal. I placed some in your tea when 
we got here. A single drop."

"Jesus...Y-you... drugged me?" I stammered, arousal faded and anger
replaced it.

"I know, you have every right to be pissed, and if you *never* want to talk to 
me again, fine. But, I HAD to show you first hand. This is the mother lode 
Jennifer. Were talking Pulitzer here. This is major shit, and all it needs is two
hungry reporters who'll plaster it across the front page..." Katie said, letting 
her words sink into me.

I said nothing for a minute, blinking. Over the years, I had mastered such 
tight control of my life, this little stunt that Kate just pulled on me scared 
the hell outta me. I couldn't control what happened with this *humiliation* stuff, 
and, having always been in control, I'm not sure I liked it. 

I was  staring at the glass of empty tea before me, awash in a tumble of emotions, 
from betrayal, stupidity, lingering arousal, and something else...

Something I hadn't felt in years. 

A second chance. 

This girl had everything I lacked, and maybe I could, unless... was it a
set up? She'd already tricked me once.

"What do you need me for Katie? You're the one who's got all the
talent, chops and looks, right?" I spat bitterly.

"Don't be that way. I had to say that stuff, to push you on. I never said looks. 
You're still hung up on my looks, huh? Is that the drug talking... or...?" Katie 
laughed playfully, but I sulked, still feeling taken in.

"Very funny. You know, I do have experience. I'm not a total..." 

"I know Jen. I wasn't lying when I said you were the reason I became a
reporter. I won't lie though, you've gotten soft. My words wouldn't have 
aroused you so... if there hadn't have been some truth in them. That's how it 
works.

"Katie, have you ever...?" I asked, eyeing the little vial of stuff. 

"No, but I suspect it would work differently on me than you." She smiled
warmly at me, for the first time. I wanted to trust her, I really did. 

"How did you discover all this? Where did you get this weird little vial of 
stuff? Who else have you tried this stunt on?" I started, exploding with 
questions now my buzz was fading and my pride coming back. Maybe I could 
put this all behind us. It was just the drug, right? Katie had to demonstrate
it, that's all. Understandable. impulsive, dangerous, but she's just a cub 
reporter. She just needs guidance, if she'll accept it.

"I know, but I'll explain everything when we get back to the office. 
Jennifer, I need your help. I'm not sure, but if this stuff starts spreading..." 
Katie's voice trailed off dramatically as we looked around at all the attractive 
women eating lunch around us, our minds mushrooming with the perverse implications.

"Yeah, I see...." I said as we exchanged a serious look.  

"I haven't tried it on anybody yet, but I was its effects on a stranger, and 
that's when I found the vial and a file explaining it near a burning trash 
dumpster behind a chemical plant. I tried reading the file but it crumbled 
into ashes. The file said something about the drug usually only becoming
more pronounced if a younger woman starts verbally humiliating an older 
woman. I have No Idea why, I have almost zero leads, but I think....
together, we can unravel it.  Are you in?" she asked. 

"Still gunning for my job?" I frowned. 

"Totally!" She winked warmly as she held the vial to my face. "But without 
this garbage, I suspect you'll get back on your game enough that I'll never 
have a chance..." 

"Okay Katie, I'm in." I said, shaking her hand. " But... no more spiking my 
drinks, okay? After this stunt, you'll have to earn back my trust, okay? And 
I'm the boss. You're good, but you need me, by your own admission... so just..."

" Relax teacher, your aggressive little student won't stir up your
humiliation fantasies any more, okay?" Katie smirked. 

"I don't HAVE humiliation fantasies, remember? It's the drug dummy!" I 
grimaced, stinging at the thought she believed any of that display was 
somehow connected to the real me. Katie shot me a wincing appeasing little 
shrug, and I felt myself relax around her deeply for the first time since we
met.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say... mom!" She teased, as we picked up our
purses and she picked up the check. "You are a spunky thing, aren't you?" 
I winked back at her. 

"You're not going to fight me for the check?" She playfully asked. 

"You drug me, try stealing my job, then sexually humiliate me to my very 
core? You pay bitch," I giggled as we broke into gales together. I decided not 
to pick at how much of my response to Katie was the drug and how much was
me. 

I'd never been sexually aroused by humiliation before, but I couldn't shake 
the fantastically intense orgasmic high I'd felt. It was better than any orgasm 
I'd ever had in my whole life, and I worried my feelings for her cruel 
treatment of me may be something I'd never completely shake off. 

Though I'd never risk it again now that we were friends, just remembering 
the bitchy ice in her voice was giving me little ripples of pleasure inside. Was 
she really just 'showing' me? Part of me couldn't believe she wasn't also into 
it. But that was the past. Katie needed me, and I wasn't about to give her
an inch now. As we walked out of the Bristol, a grim thought occurred as I 
asked; 

"Katie, are there any more vials of this stuff out there?"

"Lots, a whole box full, but it was empty when I found it in the dumpster. 
God knows what happened to the other ones. If any women around town 
happen across that stuff...." 

"Yeah, I know..." I shuddered inside, half in fear, half in sweet
anticipation over the very Idea.




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Cowgirl, Aka; jennifer can be reached at:
cowgirl_dumb@yahoo.com 


Much thanks to my WONDERFUL mysterious friend 'Mac', 
who now proofs all my 'grammatically challenged' stories now -- 
Take a bow mac! 
 

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