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Danielle (FF, work, reluc)
by Terri Madison

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Danielle hurried toward the conference room, her heart beating 
excitedly. The CEO's of several prominent local corporations were 
already present. If this merger went through, she'd be rich enough 
to retire!

The young executive was running a little behind, because she had 
just finished getting serviced by Terri in the company restroom. 
The blonde had licked her off exceptionally well this morning, 
Danielle pondered. No doubt the little slut was hoping that when 
the merger went through, Danielle would have so much wealth and 
glory that she wouldn't even need to bother with tormenting and 
exploiting her blonde slave anymore.

Which was fine with Danielle--oh, yes! the wicked brunette thought 
contentedly. She loved it when the little whore had hope, as 
Danielle found it so much fun to rip Terri's hope away, time after 
time. Actually, Danielle had been extremely busy lately, sometimes 
even too busy to torture Terri. 

There were, of course, the holidays, and all the shopping...plus 
the business, which had been booming since Danielle's promotion. 
Plus, Danielle had been extremely tired lately. Sometimes she'd 
wake up in the morning, and feel like she hadn't even slept. Days 
like these, she wished she could just stay in bed and have the 
hapless blonde slut wait on her hand and foot (and cunt, and 
ass...)

But, Danielle reminded herself, if this meeting went as planned, 
she'd be rich beyond her wildest dreams. An hour and a half of 
hard selling, and she'd have an entire lifetime to continue her 
vendetta of torture and humiliation of Terri.

Speaking of whom, Danielle noticed, Terri was already scurrying 
mousily around the conference room, setting up visual aids. After 
bringing her boss off with her talented tongue, the buxom 
secretary had been sent to finish the conference setup, while 
Danielle laid contentedly sprawled out on the washroom sink.

Entering the conference room, Danielle was appalled to see that 
many of the visual aids were still not set up. DAMN that bitch! 
She was dragging ass on purpose, the executive cursed. Terri was 
moving very timidly around the gathered executives. Oh, come on, 
slut, Danielle wanted to scream, you've FUCKED just about everyone 
in this room, why the fuck are you shy now?

Instead, Danielle grabbed her assistant's shoulder. "You're going 
to pay for this, you bitch. Did you at LEAST get the slide 
projector in place and loaded?"

Fearfully, Terri nodded that she had, glancing up to the projector 
booth. "S-s-sorry, ma'am...here, I'll..." The blonde grabbed a 
stack of charts, but Danielle pulled her away by the arm. This 
resulted in Terri dropping the charts all over the floor.

Danielle's voice was a deadly whisper, a whisper that promised 
intense pain and extreme humiliation and torment for later. "Get 
out of here, you clumsy bitch. Go wait in my office. I believe you 
know what to do when you get there."

"Y-yes I--"

"GO."

As Terri hurried to get out of her boss' sight, Danielle addressed 
the gathered executives with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, ladies 
and gentlemen. Some minor holdups. We'll be ready to begin here in 
just a few moments..." Inwardly, however, she was furious with 
Terri. The dumb blonde couldn't even follow the simplest 
instructions! With a conscious effort, Danielle set to push her 
blonde slut secretary out of her mind. She'd deal with the little 
whore later. For now, she had a deal to close, and a fortune to 
make, so she set about collecting the dropped charts and putting 
everything in order.

Show time. Danielle gathered herself and stepped to the podium. 
Momentarily, she suddenly recalled the time she'd made Terri stand 
behind this podium in her lacy underwear, in front of the company 
staff, giving a presentation on how she, the company slut, could 
be used more effectively.... The brunette exec savored the thought 
for a moment, using it to relax herself. People with a fear of 
speaking are often advised to stop and picture everyone in their 
audience in their underwear; for Danielle, what worked best was to 
picture her hapless slut assistant in her underwear, being abused 
and humiliated. With this, she began. 

-----------

In Danielle's office, Terri stripped nude, then retrieved the 
"second place" ribbon and affixed it to her pierced nipple. 

----------- 

"Our companies have been doing business for the past four years. 
Now," Danielle looked over her audience, "it's time to take our 
business relationship to another level..." 

----------- 

The blonde slid the "Bobby" dildo into her mouth to lubricate it, 
then eased it into her ass.... 

-----------

"...we've prepared a presentation which will demonstrate where we 
are now...and where we will be within a year after the merger..." 

-----------

Terri hurriedly made a few calls and completed a few tasks. 

-----------

Danielle grabbed the remote control and clicked the power button. 
In the control booth, the slide projector powered up and displayed 
a graphic with a series of charts. "As you can see here, we 
started out with a customer base of less than ten percent--" she 
clicked the remote "--but within six months--"

Almost collectively, everyone gathered at the conference table 
gasped. "--a dramatic increase! This continued, as you can see..." 
Danielle glanced up at the screen....

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With all of her chores complete, Terri turned up the volume on the 
speakerphone, which currently was on a two-way connection to the 
conference room. Then she assumed her place under Danielle's desk, 
frigging herself with the dildo while she listened. 

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....and at first, her brain did not register what she saw there. 

"...into the next quarter when...when...continued into the 
next....next..." Now it registered. On the screen was a slide of a 
woman who was unmistakably Danielle. The shocking part wasn't that 
she was completely naked...the shocking part was the fact that she 
was in some kind of bar, being fucked by a donkey.

Danielle gasped in utter disbelief. She'd never done such a thing! 
she thought confusedly. Someone must have altered a picture--
TERRI....the LITTLE BITCH... She clicked the "off" button on the 
slide remote. It didn't work.

"Um...um....this all continued into the next quarter...." She 
tried other buttons, growing more and more desperate. Finally she 
succeeded in advancing the projector from that awful doctored 
slide...only to have another take its place. Now Danielle in the 
picture was smiling directly into the camera, as the huge animal 
mounted her from behind. (click) Another picture, Danielle this 
time surrounded by men, or more specifically, by hard cocks...

"No...wait a minute...um...we have some....um...technical 
problems..." Clicking the remote in desperation, only to bring up 
another picture, this one nearly the same, except that the girl in 
the picture had finished off all of the men, the evidence of which 
was dripping down her face and all over her naked body, as she lay 
there with a stoned, vacant expression on her face.

Fighting to control her embarrassment, rage and sense of overall 
panic, Danielle forced herself to think. Of course! she thought. 
The control panel on the podium! Quickly she knelt down and opened 
the control box. INPUT, she saw, and a toggle switch between SLIDE 
PROJ. and VIDEO. She flipped it, and the awful image on the screen 
went away, replaced by a blue screen, blank except for the word 
VIDEO in large, friendly green letters.

Slowly she rose to look at the attendees of her meeting, who were 
sitting in stunned silence. "Um--" Danielle cleared her throat. 
"L-ladies and gentlemen, it looks like someone has played a...a 
very bad joke on me, and...and tried to sabotage our meeting." 
Looks of understanding were now dawning on a few faces. 
Good...this is good, Danielle, she thought. "I have to excuse 
myself for a moment. Please remain seated...and I'll be right 
back." After I throw my assistant out the window, she thought to 
herself as she left the podium in a murderous rage.

She only got three steps before she was stopped in her tracks by 
the sound of her own voice.

"Oh yes, EAT ME you little slut! I always knew you were a little 
closet lesbian, like me, YES!!! I know you want it, dive right in 
and eat me!!! OHHHHHHH YES EAT ME!!!!!!" The blue screen had been 
replaced with a homemade video movie, which had been made by 
Danielle and Carrie. Danielle had finally gotten Carrie to give in 
to her "secret desires", as she called them, and the girls had 
spent the whole night together. The brunette had videotaped the 
whole thing....and now it was being played for the CEOs of every 
one of her prospective business partners.

"Oh..." a gasp from the female CFO of the biggest insurance firm 
in North America. "Disgusting," agreed the chairman of the city's 
leading financial institution. Everyone else was silent. 
Danielle's hands moved, incoherently gesturing, standing there in 
her $800 business suit. Her mouth moved, but no words would come 
out. Her counterpart on the big video screen, on the other hand, 
was having no such difficulty. She was explaining to her redheaded 
lover, in explicit detail, exactly what she planned to do with the 
large silver vibrator she was now alternately rubbing on her 
nipples and slipping into her mouth. Carrie moaned her contentment 
as she lapped away at her friend's pussy.

"Well." One of the CEO's spoke with a tone of finality. Danielle 
didn't even see which one it was. Nor did she care, as she stood 
in the middle of the room, red-faced with rage, embarrassment and 
hysteria. With great effort, she brought her shaking fists to her 
sides and hurried from the room, as the Danielle on the screen 
queried her lesbian lover, would she like a tongue or a vibrator 
on her swollen dyke slut clit first?

"TERRRRRRIIIIIII!!!!!!" she shrieked as she ran toward her office 
to find the bitch.

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From her place under Danielle's desk, Terri had heard everything. 
Through it all, she'd been furiously pumping the dildo in and out 
of her ass, while at the same time servicing her soaking wet cunt 
with three fingers. When it had all started to fall apart for 
Danielle, the submissive blonde had felt the pulsing from deep 
within her pussy, and when Danielle had screamed her name in rage 
(heard both on the speakerphone and down the hallway), Terri had 
cum more violently than she ever had in her entire life. 

---------

Danielle stormed into her office. "WHERE ARE YOU, BITCH???" she 
bellowed? Silence answered her.

Of course...the little blonde cunt had fled the building. Oh, 
well, Danielle thought grimly, she'll be a fugitive from the law 
by tonight anyway.

"I'll fix you, you little bitch," Danielle remarked to the empty 
air. Then she sat down at her desk and retrieved her rolodex, 
looking for the name of a police officer she knew. It was then 
that she got another shock.

The rolodex was empty.

Well, not entirely empty. A stack of bundled cards with a post-it 
note was the only thing in there with any writing, wedged between 
the unused XYZ cards. Shaking, Danielle read it.

"Your Christmas cards are all sent out, so you won't need the 
rolodex anymore! I used the trick you taught me last year! 
(Danielle's blood ran cold, as she recalled the photos of Terri in 
humiliating, depraved situations, which she had sent to the 
blonde's entire family last year) I thought you might like a few 
extra copies so here they are! Isn't it GREAT to be second place 
again, sweetums? 

Love, Terri"

"No...." Danielle whispered, now as white as a ghost. Tearing at 
the bundle of cards....cringing in utter horror as she looked at 
them...

Card #1, addressed to Danielle's parents: Another picture of 
Danielle with the donkey. The caption, in neat calligraphy: "This 
gives 'getting some ass' a whole new meaning! Love, your daughter 
Danielle."

Card #2, addressed to the CEO of one of Danielle's would-be 
business partners: A picture of Danielle getting her cunt eaten 
out by Carrie. The caption: "Too bad you can't get me off like 
this, you senile old bastard! Looking forward to taking more of 
your company's money in the new year! By the way, I really enjoyed 
embezzling that $21,000 from you in the Mercedes deal! Best 
regards, your favorite sales lady, Danielle..."

Card #3, to Danielle's sister: Danielle having doggystyle sex with 
a teenaged boy. The caption: "Meet my new man. In two years, he'll 
even be old enough to vote! Love, sis."

"No. NO!!!!!" the wicked brunette repeated. She'd never seen the 
boy before...nor the donkey... "No...these are fake...th--" A 
memory suddenly popped into Danielle's mind. Last week, finishing 
up dinner, as her blonde bimbo servant scurried about, cleaning up 
the table...Terri stealing a suspicious number of furtive glances 
as Danielle drank her glass of wine...

And Danielle, try as she might, UNABLE TO REMEMBER ANYTHING 
between then and the next morning...assuming at the time that 
she'd just been extra tired. Now, realizing the truth...

"You drugged me," the executive whispered, not without awe.

Then came Danielle's biggest surprise of all, as she felt her 
skirt being hiked up, her panties pulled down...and her slave's 
tongue finding its mark on her clit, as it had so many times in 
the past year and a half.

This time was different, though. This time, the blonde was pouring 
everything she had into this lesbian tongue fucking she was giving 
her boss.

As Terri deftly assaulted her mistress' clit, Danielle lost all of 
her remaining motor skills, slumping back in her chair and 
shivering uncontrollably.

Then the blonde shoved Danielle's chair away from her. The young 
executive's eyes opened wide, and she gasped at the sudden loss of 
the wonderful sensation Terri's tongue had been giving her. Then 
Terri pulled the dildo from her own ass and stuffed it in 
Danielle's gaping mouth. Danielle gagged and tried to fight her 
off, but her assistant fought relentlessly; at one point, 
Danielle's chair toppled over backwards onto the floor, and the 
evil brunette's head spun momentarily as her slave fought to keep 
the dildo firmly buried in her mouth.

My god, she means to choke me to death, Danielle thought 
desperately. 

But then came Terri's words: "Suck it clean, you bitch..."

A wide-eyed Danielle shook her head NO. Terri buried the awful-
tasting toy even further in Danielle's mouth, the tip was brushing 
against the back of her throat and bringing her dangerously close 
to gagging. "MMMM HMMMMM" Danielle moaned frantically.

Terri let the dildo out an inch or two. Her tormenter gratefully 
began sucking it clean.

"Does my ass taste good, bitch?" Terri taunted her.

Danielle merely nodded her head. Once this slut got off of her, 
she'd pick up the phone, call the police, and young Terri would 
spend the best years of her life being used as a lezzie sex toy in 
a women's prison upstate. As she slurped away at the foul dildo, 
Danielle reflected that Terri would probably be tasting worse--
MUCH worse--on a daily basis for the rest of her life.

Then her attacker suddenly got off of her. Danielle saw why, as 
she spit the dildo out and leaned over, repeatedly expectorating 
in a futile attempt to rid her mouth of the awful taste. Scott, 
Angela and several of Terri's key tormentors of the past year and 
a half had showed up on the scene. They were all standing in the 
middle of Danielle's office, not quite sure what to make of the 
scene before them. Terri was standing by herself, completely naked 
except for a "Second Place" ribbon pinned to her nipple, warily 
eyeing them and Danielle.

Summoning herself, Danielle spat at the newcomers. "What are you 
waiting for. Grab her and take her into the storage room. We're 
going to have some fun with her before we send her to jail."
Scott moved toward Terri, who raised a hand, calling attention to 
her extra long, sharp nails. "Come near me and I'll claw your eyes 
out, bastard."

Scott stopped in his tracks, seeing the intensity in Terri's 
burning stare. He'd dominated and owned Terri hundreds of times in 
the past...but that was a Terri who had been submissive, and had 
been instructed to do anything and everything she was told. This 
Terri was obviously one that Danielle had completely lost control 
of. A Terri who spent four days a week at the health club, not 
only serving as eye-candy and a fuck-toy, but also keeping her 
body well-toned, lean, and in outstanding physical shape. A Terri 
that Scott was not sure he wanted to mess with any longer.

Danielle had now composed herself. "Terri...you're coming with 
me," she intoned, barely keeping her rage in check. "First you're 
going to apologize to everyone in that meeting, then you're coming 
home to apologize to ME. Then I'll decide whether or not to have 
you thrown in jail for the rest of your natural life."

Terri didn't move.

"NOW, slut. Or I'll call the cops, I swear I will..."

The blonde still stood her ground proudly, defiantly. More so than 
she had ever been for the past year and a half.

"Do I need to remind you," Danielle growled, "that all those 
illegal accounts are in YOUR name, and YOUR name only? But....oh, 
fuck that...the drugs, Terri? I've had enough stashed in your car 
to put you away for 20 years. Oh, I know, you THINK you found it 
all and threw it down the sewer. By the way, you're going to be 
turning a lot of tricks to reimburse me for THAT. Drugs...money 
laundering... prostitution. All those offshore bank accounts. All 
tracing back to YOU. 

"Did you think I was bluffing when I told you I would ruin you if 
you fucked with me?" Terri was now laughing softly. This enraged 
Danielle. "IS THIS---DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY? YOU LITTLE BIMBO 
WHORE???? DO YOU THINK THAT I WON'T CALL THE COPS AND HAVE YOUR 
LIFE RUINED???? I CAN MAKE UP ANY STORY I WANT TO! I'M A RESPECTED 
PROFESSIONAL IN THIS CITY. YOU'RE THE COMPANY FUCKING WHORE!! WHO 
ARE THEY GOING TO BELIEVE? I TRASHED YOUR SHITTY MARRIAGE AND I 
OWN YOUR LIFE!!!! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY???? I'M GOING TO CALL 
THEM, BITCH!!!!!"

Terri by now was openly giggling. "You can call them, if you want 
to, Danielle..."

"MA'AM!!!! YOU WERE...YOU WERE TOLD TO ALWAYS CALL ME MA'AM YOU 
SNIVELING LITTLE SLUT!!!!"

"Danielle, Danielle...Danielle..." the blonde practically 
sang...just to make the point.

"I'LL CALL THEM...DON'T THINK THAT I WON'T!!!" Fumbling, she 
picked up the phone and began dialing. "Hello?" she said 
confusedly as she realized she wasn't getting the familiar tone 
indicating that she had gotten an outside line.

"....but to get a line out, you have to take it off 
'speakerphone'..." Terri finished helpfully. "Unless..." the 
blonde was in tears, having not laughed this hard in over a year. 
"...unless you...you want everybody in your precious meeting to 
overhear you...."

The evil brunette executive stared at the telephone's LCD display, 
and realized that her assistant was right. Their whole exchange 
had been shared with the executives still gathered in the 
conference room.

Danielle blushed furiously, then went pale. Her hands were shaking 
so badly that she had to stab half a dozen times with her finger 
to press the "disconnect" button on the phone. Surprisingly, she 
asked "How could you....?". Terri didn't dignify this with an 
answer. All the while, Scott and his entourage stood there 
watching the soap opera unfold.

"Danielle...MA'AM...weren't you going to make a CALL???" Terri's 
voice was 100% pure dumb blonde bimbo. "Your hands are shaking. 
Would you like ME to dial for you?" she beamed.

"I'll do it, bitch," Danielle quavered, "and you will be sorry. 
Oh, they're going to have so much fun with you in prison, 
Terri..." Stubbornly, Danielle ignored the fact that she'd just 
confessed to the blackmail and extortion of Terri, with several 
witnesses.

"Promise me we'll take long, hot soapy showers together, honey," 
the blonde chirped happily. "Since you'll be right there with me 
after they see these pictures of YOU...." Terri pulled an envelope 
out of Danielle's bookcase and tossed it on her desk. Pictures 
from the envelope cascaded all over the desk...pictures of 
Danielle in sexual positions with a young man.

"He's not a day over sixteen, in case you were wondering," Terri 
commented helpfully. "Quite illegal in this state...." Danielle's 
face was now absolutely green. What else had she done while she 
was drugged?

"You drugged me, you fucking whore," Danielle cursed. "It'll never 
stand up. You'll go to jail for drugging me too!"

"Oh...I don't think so. But, if you think so, dial the phone, 
Danielle." Terri was speaking in a whisper at this point.

"I'll get a good lawyer. He'll exonerate me and then together 
we'll lock you up and throw away the key. I'll even let him fuck 
you just for fun," Danielle threatened...but in reality she was 
scared badly by the way things were going.

"Lawyers cost money, sweetums! And you have none!"

"What are--I have enough money to...."

"Oh," Terri exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you. Since all those 
accounts were in my name, I cashed them all in!"

"You." Danielle was now on overload. "You. You. BITCH!!!!!!!" she 
shrieked, charging at Terri. The blonde sidestepped and grabbed a 
handful of Danielle's hair, bringing the woman around in a half 
circle and causing her to whack her knee on her desk with a 
resounding thud. She wasn't fazed. "Kill you...KILL YOU!!!!!!" she 
exclaimed and shoved Terri backward into the wall. Terri bounced 
right back and jumped on her tormentor, clawing at her face and 
neck with her long, sharp red nails (which Danielle had made 
mandatory for Terri... a policy which she was now regretting). 
Terri was now going for Danielle's eyes...angrily, the brunette 
grabbed Terri's wrist and bit it as hard as she could. This 
disengaged Terri from making ground beef out of Danielle's face 
for the moment. Another shove and Terri was was knocked on her 
bare ass, with Danielle following her down.

Terri began clawing at Danielle again, succeeding in ripping the 
woman's business blazer halfway off of her. The brunette stopped 
fighting, and looked down at her semi-exposed breasts, snug in 
their white lace bra, peeking out of her ruined business suit.

"You bitch," she spat. "This was four hundred dollars!"

"Don't worry," Terri panted. "You won't need it for your next 
job," punctuating this with a vicious slap across the executive's 
face.

"UGGGGGHHHHHH!" Danielle shouted, and grabbed Terri's "second 
place" ribbon and pulled as hard as she could. The blonde's 
obscenely huge breast stretched nearly a foot before the safety 
pin ripped through her pierced nipple and free. This also sent 
Danielle careening backwards into her desk.

Terri howled as blood poured from her injured nipple. No time to 
bleed, she thought, and jumped right back on her opponent. The two 
women viciously continued scratching, clawing, biting and punching 
at each other. Scott and his entourage stood frozen in their 
positions, seemingly waiting to see who was going to emerge on 
top.

And it didn't take long to resolve the issue. Terri had been 
working out for four days a week for the past 18 months, a 
condition of her abuse by Danielle, to keep her body perfect for 
her use as a sex toy and call girl. Danielle had taken to lying 
around eating bon-bon's while her blonde slave waited on her. Now 
she was paying for it, and was powerless to retaliate as Terri 
retrieved a pair of handcuffs from Danielle's drawer and cuffed 
her to the chair.

Terri caught her breath, then addressed her ex-tormentor.

"I have evidence of everything. 

Blackmail...rape...extortion...everything, Danielle." The blonde 
ripped a piece off of Danielle's suit and held it to her bleeding 
nipple. "If I send them to the police, you'll be going away for a 
long time."

"What....what do you want?" Danielle croaked. She could hardly 
bring herself to say the words.

Terri produced a small stack of papers. "These are your shares in 
this company. Sign them over to me."

"No...." Danielle protested. "No...OOOOOOOOOOF!!!!" Terri punched 
her adversary squarely in the gut.

"Sign them NOW. Or I will ruin you."

"You won't...."

Terri picked up the phone and dialed. "Yes...I'd like to make a 
complaint....uh-huh.... yes.... um... blackmail.... rape... drug 
trafficking...yes, I can...." Terri paused as she heard an 
unfamiliar sound. It took a few seconds for her to identify it as 
Danielle sobbing, as she reached for a pen and began signing the 
paperwork. Satisfied, Terri hung up the phone.

"You'll never get away with this," Danielle hissed. 

"Scott...Angela...help me..."

Terri held her hand up. "They don't work for you anymore, 
bitch..." She indicated the paperwork. "*I* now own the majority 
of the shares of this company." As she set about bandaging her 
nipple, Danielle switched gears into her saleslady mode.

"This....this is absurd!" The brunette appealed to her followers. 
"This...she forced me to sign...I d-did it under duress! It won't 
hold up in court..." But they were now looking at Danielle as if 
she were someone whom they no longer wanted anything to do with. 
"PLEASE LISTEN! Get me out of here..." she rattled the handcuffs, 
"and we'll shred these papers up...then we'll shred Terri up--" 
the thought of feeding this blonde wench through the paper 
shredder, tits first, was a gratifying one "--we'll...it'll be 
like before! I PROMISE YOU!!! SCOTT!!! GRAB THIS BITCH AND TIE HER 
UP...I SWEAR TO YOU I CAN FIX THIS!!!! DO AS I SAY OR YOU'RE 
FIRED!"

"You have zero authority anymore, Danielle," Terri explained. 
"You're just a second-place bimbo. Besides...do you think they 
would really want to help someone who was planning to sell them 
out?"

Danielle turned white as a ghost.

"What do you mean?" Angela asked suspiciously.

"Tell them, sweetums!" Terri prodded Danielle, who was shaking her 
head and looked as if she was about to be sick. When no coherent 
answer was forthcoming, Terri gave one herself. "Our dear little 
Danielle here was planning to sell off the company....and put you 
all on the street...."

"Please..." Danielle whispered.

"Is it true?" Angela asked with disbelief.

"She's LYING!" Danielle insisted. "Angela...are you going to take 
the word of the company whore????"

"Oh...don't take MY word for it," Terri offered, handing Angela a 
packet of papers. On top was a single airline ticket out of the 
country (Danielle had explained to a petrified Terri that she 
would be riding in the baggage compartment, crammed into a wooden 
box.) "Read for yourself..."

Danielle was ashen. "Please, Terri...."

Angela read briefly, then her eyes narrowed and burned into 
Danielle. "You little fucking CUNT. I've devoted YEARS to this 
company." She passed the incriminating documents on to her husband 
and her friends, who also looked at them in shock and anger.

Terri spoke up. "You were nothing more than a stepping stone for 
Miss Executive here. You...Scott...all of you."

"Well, NO MORE! Bitch..." Angela took a very menacing step toward 
Danielle, who cowered in her chair.

"A-Angela...listen..."

The furious woman kept advancing on her former manager, until 
Terri raised her hand. "Hold off for just a minute."

Angela wheeled on the company slut. "Don't tell me what to do. Who 
the fuck do you think YOU are?"

"Your boss," the nude blonde said matter-of-factly. Angela 
realized it was true.

"Well...then I quit." Scott and the others murmured their 
agreement.

"Oh, no need for that. You were all fired anyway, the minute those 
shares were signed over," Terri assured them. "But...how would you 
each like a *nice* separation bonus? Like, $200,000 each?"

That got their full attention.

"Yeah, right. She's trying to trick you," Danielle chattered, 
desperately trying to gain back any favor from her former 
employees.

Angela nodded her skepticism. "Yeah...what's the catch? Why would 
you....well...let us off after....after..."

"After you used me as a fuck-toy and raped and tormented me?" 
Terri finished the other woman's thought without a trace of anger 
in her voice. Angela nodded, as her face actually reflected a tiny 
bit of shame. 

"Well...I need your help, in dealing with the flat-chested wonder, 
here."

Terri slapped the back of the glowering Danielle's head.

"But...Terri...."

The blonde shook her head impatiently, as she gathered up her 
clothes and began dressing. "Are you interested or not?"

Angela, Scott and the rest of the guys shared a glance at each 
other, and at the incriminating paperwork which Danielle had 
planned to fuck them over with. One by one, they nodded.

"Good," Terri acknowledged. "I just need you guys to keep Ms. 
Danielle busy here for a little while." There was no question as 
to what the sexy blonde meant by "busy", as she retrieved 
Danielle's panties. Wadding them up, she stuffed them in 
Danielle's mouth--"Don't you dare spit them out, bitch," she 
warned with a harsh slap--then secured Danielle's mouth shut with 
a strip of tape. Finally, she undid the handcuffs and used them to 
cuff Danielle's hands behind her back. Then Terri leaned down and 
whispered something to her ex-tormenter. The brunette's eyes 
widened and she began emphatically protesting through her 
makeshift gag.

"You're with me," Terri ordered Angela. "Grab that box over 
there." On her way out, she nodded to Scott, Daniel and the rest 
of the men, who quickly undressed and descended upon the helpless 
Danielle.

Danielle thrashed frantically as each man took his turn with her. 
Her desperate screams came out only as muffled moans...Terri had 
gagged her well.

Danielle was helpless.

Danielle was powerless.

Worst of all, Danielle was unable to warn the men that Terri had 
been replacing her birth control pills with fertility drugs for 
the past three months...

----------

Trembling, with Angela at her side, Terri knocked at the door. She 
almost hoped nobody was home. But then she heard the sound of 
approaching footsteps from inside the house, and she took a deep 
breath as the door opened.

It was Steven. "What do you want? You're not supposed to be here 
and you know it."

"Steven, I need to tell you--" Terri began.

Then the door opened a little more, as Steven was joined by his 
wife Carrie. The redhead snaked her arm around her husband. "Who 
is it, honey?" Then she saw. "YOU. GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES! 
THERE'S A RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST YOU, YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" She 
pulled at Steven. "Honey, let's go call the police."

Terri ignored her. "Steven...I have to tell you something. It 
won't take long."

"There's nothing to be said. Now please leave before we call the 
police." Steven's voice was cold...as if he had never known her. 
As if they had never made love on the beach in Hawaii until 
sunrise... Steven turned to walk away, with Carrie practically 
dragging him.

"Wait," Angela spoke up from beside Terri. "Um...Steven, I think 
you might want to listen to what she has to say."

The redhead was now looking worried. "What...what is this? What's 
going on?" She tugged at her husband. "Steven...you 
don't...we...we don't have to listen to this! Come on..."

But Steven was listening now. Showtime, Terri thought to herself.

"Steven...you remember Danielle, don't you?"

------- Epilogue 1: Pathways -------

Danielle left town shortly after Turnabout Day. Two weeks later, 
she rejected her breakfast. Eight and a half months after that, 
she gave birth to four babies...fathered by three different men.

Oddly enough, Angela and Terri developed a sort of friendship 
after Turnabout Day. It began right after Terri had explained 
everything to Steven, over the increasingly frantic protests of 
Carrie. When Steven had stood there, looking back and forth 
between his ex-wife and his current wife, not knowing what to 
believe, Angela had piped in and acknowledged that, yes, 
everything Terri had said was true. Carrie had lunged for Angela, 
who summarily knocked the redhead on her ass. "I never liked that 
bitch much anyway," she'd confided as the unusual pair had walked 
away from the house, and from the intense shouting match going on 
there.

Steven threw Carrie out of the house and got a quick annulment. 
Carrie lives by herself and spends most of her time either 
scheming to get "her" man back, or plotting her revenge. So far, 
she hasn't quite been able to decide who should be the target--
Terri, for wrecking her marriage, or Danielle, for allowing Terri 
to get the upper hand.

Over the ensuing several days, Terri and Steven had numerous heart 
to heart talks. In the end, they mutually decided to move on, 
separately, with their lives. They also mutually agreed that no 
matter what, Terri should keep the breasts. The two also enjoyed a 
going-away tryst which is another hot, raunchy, cum-dripping story 
in itself.

-------- Epilogue 2 Terri

Terri sat at her desk, looking over the deals she'd closed. A new 
Terri, a new job, on a new coast....same results. The last 
contract, which she'd closed just ten minutes ago, had been an 
especially tough one. The client had been undecided between 
Terri's firm and another rival company. But the best part was 
Michelle. Michelle was someone who'd quickly become a fierce rival 
of Terri's. The two of them had battled for days over this 
contract...and Terri had come out on top.

You've still got it, she congratulated herself.

Terri had a number of things to do. The contracts had to go over 
to Legal... not to mention the manpower requirements, which H.R. 
needed to know about immediately. But, first things first. Turning 
to her computer, the blonde opened a new e-mail memo.

Dear Michelle:

Burress Corp. is now mine. Did you really think that dress with 
the slit up the side would make any difference? If that's the best 
you've got, then my tenure in this town is going to be long and 
prosperous! But anyway, congrats on being second place. 

Terri frowned and stopped typing. Then, she began tapping her 
[backspace] key. Eventually, she held it down till she'd 
obliterated all but the salutation. This done, she began typing 
again, very thoughtfully.

I got Burress. You gave me a good fight all the way...thanks! A 
bit of real competition keeps a gal on her toes.

Listen...I have a number of prospects whom we're not calling on at 
this point in time. They're smaller companies who are out of our 
market, but at least some of them might be within yours. I'll be 
happy to refer them to you.

Let's discuss over dinner. Winner buys!

Terri

A new town...a new start. Maybe even a new friend....or more, 
Terri thought. That dress with the slit up the side had indeed 
been noticed... and not just by the executives at Burress Corp.

With a conscious effort, she pushed back the Michelle fantasies 
which were running rampant through her head. Then, she turned back 
to her files.

"Fuck it," she said aloud after reading through one page. "This'll 
wait till tomorrow." The office was completely quiet. Everyone 
else had gone home, Terri realized.

It had been a long day. For now, Terri needed a nice, easy workout 
at the health club. From her bottom drawer, she retrieved her 
workout attire and began to strip. After her ordeal as Danielle's 
office slut, the blonde saleslady had no inhibitions against 
changing clothes in her office. There were even some mornings when 
Terri came to work and felt the urge to get under her desk instead 
of behind it....

Today would be an easy workout, Terri told herself as she changed. 
Twenty minutes on the stairmaster, then abs, topping off with a 
nice leisurely swim. Followed by a quiet, relaxing evening....

--------

The janitor held his breath as the new senior sales partner began 
stripping off her clothes. Taking care to ensure that she couldn't 
see him, he unzipped his fly as her lovely breasts came into view. 
The new saleslady was a dead ringer for an actress in a porno 
movie which he had at home, and which he'd stroked off to hundreds 
of times.

As Terri bared her ass, the janitor gasped so loudly that he 
feared the girl must have heard him. On her left asscheek was a 
large tattoo of a heart, with the name "Danielle" written in it. 
The star of the porno movie had the SAME TATTOO...

My god, it's really her, he thought fleetingly as he shot his load 
all over the filing cabinet he was concealed behind.

As Terri dressed in her workout garb, the janitor adjusted his fly 
and crept away, smugly contemplating this new information he'd 
come across, and how he could use it to his advantage. He wondered 
just what the woman would be willing to do to keep her secret from 
being exposed....

END
