Terri waited impatiently in Danielle's office. It was now 3:10.

As ordered by Danielle, she had gone back to work after the humiliating
lunch suffering at the hands of her arch-rival. She had gone to the records
center and signed out the files Danielle had requested, photocopied them,
then returned them. Then she had left work early and headed off to her
meeting with Danielle.

As she had walked, she had pondered her situation. She had gotten herself
into hot water this time, and her worst enemy now had a video tape of her,
a happily married woman, willingly and wantonly fucking two strange men.
Now, to compound the problem even worse, she had committed corporate
espionage and was providing confidential client information to her
company's greatest rival. Not to mention Terri's personal rivalry with
Danielle.

Terri had mused about how far Danielle was going to take this. It seemed
that she had carefully and elaborately planned a lot of it. Terri hadn't
helped matters by eating right out of Danielle's hands and falling for it.

Perhaps, the blonde hoped, Danielle just wanted to see her squirm for
awhile, after which she would stop.

Now, Terri waited, hoping that this whole escapade had been for the purpose
of getting the files which she held in a folder on her lap. Though she was
certain that her rival would at least make her sweat it out for awhile.
Looking over Danielle's office, Terri noticed, hanging inconspicuously on
the wall with the woman's degrees and certifications, was the "2nd Place"
ribbon which Terri had sent to Danielle to taunt her. She was beginning to
regret a lot of the nasty things she had done over the years.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Danielle's entry.

"Hello, Terri, glad you could make it! Do you have what I asked for?"
Silently, the blonde held up the manila folder. "Great! I'll take those.
Any trouble getting those?"

"No," Terri whispered, offering the folder.

"Terrific. I knew I could count on you."

"Danielle....er...ma'am? I just wanted to say that I, well I know I haven't
been very nice to you sometimes, and well, I have done some things that
weren't very nice and weren't very professional, and I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry," Terri stammered.

"That's great, hon!" the brunette told her dismissively while taking a
cursory look thru the paperwork she had just gotten.

Breaking down into tears, Terri pleaded. "Please, Danielle....ma'am.....I'm
really sorry for what I've done. I love my husband and that tape could ruin
my marriage, please, you wouldn't want to do anything that could ruin my
marriage, would you? I'm sorry for the things I did to you. I'll do
anything to make it up. Really." The young businesswoman was in tears.

Her rival, however, barely seemed to have heard her, interested more in the
paperwork in front of her. "This is great information here, Terri. I really
appreciate this! Especially considering the laws you broke just to give me
this information....." she trailed off, letting her point drive itself
home.

"What.....what's going to happen to me?" Terri pleaded, sobbing openly now.

With that, Danielle put the file down and gave Terri her full attention.
"Ah. What's going to happen to sweet little Terri. It's not complicated at
all, really. I'll tell you to do things. You'll do them. And I'll do my
part, to not let anyone know about your....um...indiscretions."

"H....how long?" Terri whispered, horrified.

"For as long as I want it to go on. I have no idea how long that might be.
How long have you been tormenting ME? Twenty years or so?" Danielle was
enjoying Terri's fear, feeding off of it. "Today at lunch, you serviced me
very well. But I realize you didn't get anything out of it. Now, I'm going
to give you the chance to do so. Take off all your clothes."

"No thank you, ma'am....I don't need...."

"That wasn't a request. Take off your clothes, NOW." To punctuate, Danielle
reached for the telephone. "Should I call your company's legal department,
or your husband? Or just the police? Tough call." She smiled as Terri shed
her blazer, blouse and skirt. As she reached for her pumps, Danielle told
her that those could remain on.

Terri was offered a seat. "Don't cover yourself, honey," she was chided as
she put an arm over her tits and a hand over her pussy. "I'm sure you want
EVERYONE to see that 'superior body'! I, for one, am VERY jealous! Don't
cross your legs. Spread them."

Producing a rectangular box from her desk, Danielle opened it and showed
its contents to the naked blonde. "Recognize this, dear?" she asked
sweetly.

Terri did. When she had won the affections of one Bobby Marshall in
college, whom Danielle was also in love with, Terri had mailed the package
to the other woman. In the box was a rather large dildo, and it had been
sent with the note, "I got Bobby, but this is roughly the same size. Enjoy,
sweetums!!!"

"I did enjoy this--several times," Danielle reminisced. "I'd take it out on
lonely nights...you know, after you'd stolen a boyfriend, or a job, from
me. I'd work this little guy in and out of my cunt, fantasizing about the
day when I would take this and stick it up your ass," she finished quietly.

"Danielle....PLEASE!! I'm sorry I did that! That was a long time ago!
PLEASE, I'm not like that anymore..."

Danielle laughed. "Hon, what are you talking about? You were like that this
morning! Remember? How did you say it, 'move over, second-place, and see a
real woman in action?' Or, 'Get out of my way, second-place, and watch a
pro at work'? So have you suddenly been 'born again' since this morning???"
Thoughtfully she turned the dildo over and over in her hands. "I may indeed
stick this in your ass. But for now, I'll just have you have some good
clean fun. Get up on my desk."

Terri obediently climbed on the desk.

"Lie down, on your back. Facing the window. Now spread your legs." The
blonde complied. She was quite a sight to behold, and Danielle, an active
bisexual, appreciated it very much. Offering the dildo to Terri, she
ordered, "Fuck yourself with it. Slide it in. I can see you're already
wet." And it was true. Despite the utter humiliation the blonde
businesswoman felt, she was also quite aroused by her situation, and the
dildo easily slid in.

Danielle would have loved to have stood in front of Terri and watched.
Hell, she would have loved to have joined in. But she had work to do.
Leaving Terri to her own devices, she grabbed the manila folder and took a
seat on the other side of her desk, and began poring over the paperwork.

Terri worked the dildo in and out of her cunt, taking care to cause it to
make a lot of obscene slurping sounds. If she was going to be forced to
humiliate herself like this, she might as well make it difficult for the
bitch to concentrate on her work. Occasionally Danielle would look up from
her work and order her, "Faster." Terri switched hands several times, and
her hands began tiring quickly.

"How long....." Terri ventured to ask once.

Sharply, Danielle retorted, "Until I tell you to stop, bitch! Or WOULD you
like that in your ass instead?"

"No, ma'am," the blonde mumbled, redoubling her efforts with the dildo. She
WAS very aroused. Her nipples were rock hard, and she began using her free
hand to play with them. The other woman made no move to stop her.

Looking out the window at one point, Terri saw--FEET??? Then she realized
that she was seeing the window-washer's platform, and that they were doing
the windows on the floor above them.

Terri's blood ran cold as she came to the realization that the
window-washers would be moving down to THIS floor next, and that they would
have a clear, unobstructed view of her masturbation through the window.

"Danielle....I mean, ma'am...." Terri pleaded. To her credit, her pace with
the dildo never faltered.

"Yes, hon?" Danielle responded, buried in paperwork.

"Outside the window...the window-washers...."

"So? They're there every week. Don't the windows get washed in your
building?"

"Please...they're STRANGERS...they'll see...." Terri protested.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to read here," Danielle chided.

Just then, the window-washers moved down to the floor which Danielle's
office was on. As Terri had feared, the three men saw her right away. The
blonde had no choice but to keep fucking herself with the plastic cock.
Needless to say, no other windows would be getting cleaned that day.

Looking up from her work, Danielle instructed Terri, "Get on your hands and
knees. Fuck yourself doggy-style with that cock. No, facing them. I want
them to see your expression while you screw yourself." Terri did as she was
told. "Faster and harder. I want them to see you cum." There were distinct
bulges in the trousers of the workers as they watched. "Cum for them,
Terri."

Terri's body betrayed her as she humped back against the dildo in this
obscene self-rape. She was, in fact, very close to cumming. Doggy style was
her favorite way to get fucked, though she would never admit this to
anyone, least of all her arch-rival.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Terri cried out as waves of pleasure
wracked her body. Her pussy was pulsating around the pistoning dildo as she
fervently worked it in and out. The sensations were so intense that she
dropped the dildo, quickly getting her fingers back in just to have
something, anything, filling her horny, wet cunt. She brought herself off a
second time with her fingers, then a third.

"You may stop now," Danielle announced. Terri actually had to be told
twice. As she came down from her pleasure high, she was again reminded of
her situation when she looked up and saw the three window-washers staring
lewdly in at her. The total humiliation swept over and engulfed her again.

"Thank them," Danielle ordered her without looking up.

"What?"

"Thank those men for being such a terrific audience, hon."

Looking at the men outside the window, Terri whispered the words "Thank
you."

Exasperated, Danielle looked up. "For gods sake, you stupid bimbo, THANK
THEM. Go over to them. Kiss the glass."

So, clad only in heels, Terri hesitantly made her way over to the glass,
planting a soft kiss on it. "Use your tongue....lick the glass," Danielle
instructed. Terri did. The men took turns "frenching" her back thru the
glass.

"Press those 'superior tits' against the glass for them," she was ordered
next. So she mashed her 36D breasts against the window. It was somewhat
cold, and her nipples hardened again almost immediately.

"Go back to the desk. Sit on the edge of the desk, and let them watch you
lick your hard nipples," the brunette directed. "Spread your legs. Let them
see your pretty cunt." Blushing with shame, Terri did as she was
instructed. Still, part of her found the exhibitionism a bit exciting, and
she was ashamed to realize that she was wet, and was hoping that she would
next be told to play with her pussy again.

No such luck. "Come here, Terri," Danielle requested softly, writing
something down on a legal pad. Handing the pad to Terri, "Go show this to
those nice men."

Reading Danielle's scribblings to herself: "Encore Performance tonight? 8
p.m. Regent Hotel, Room 1283!" Terri recoiled in shock.

"Ma'am....I can't!!! Steven will expect me home....he'll get
suspicious....."

"That's not my problem. You're going to be at this hotel if I have to drag
you there. And either you can have some fun with those three men....or I'll
invite a few of my 'lady friends' up, and some of them would love to take
turns shoving that dildo up your ass, believe me. What is it going to be?"

Beet-red, Terri walked over to the window and held up the note for the men.
All three of them eagerly acknowledged that, yes, they would be there to
get serviced by the blonde beauty. Finally, Danielle got up and put an end
to this round of Terri's humiliation, by drawing the window blinds.

"Now....back to business. Sit down," Danielle indicated a chair in front of
her desk, herself sitting in her own chair behind the desk. "Oh, hon, some
of your juices got on my desk there. You wanna lick that up for me,
please?" Terri got right to it, hoping that would be all she would have to
lick today.

Just then someone knocked at Danielle's door. "Come in," she announced. A
woman, probably around the same age as Danielle or Terri, came in.

"I'm going to be taking off a little early tonight, to pick up my kids,"
the newcomer said.

"That's fine, Jeanie. Have a good night," Danielle responded. The woman
left, seemingly having thought nothing was odd about a beautiful blonde
woman, totally naked, licking her boss' desk.

"That's good enough," Danielle assured the other businesswoman. "Now, I
just need you to sign this." She passed a paper to Terri.

"What is it?"

"Your resignation from your company, effective immediately." She
brightened. "I've decided to offer you a job here!"

"What kind of 'job'?" the blonde asked suspiciously.

"Oh, what does it matter? You're going to sign it, and you're going to be
working for me. I need a new secretary anyway."

"But....I have years of experience....college...." Terri fumbled.

"That's nice. But you won't be needing them here," Danielle explained. "Now
SIGN IT," she added in a no-nonsense tone.

What choice did Terri have? She signed the resignation.

"Great!" Danielle bubbled. "I'll see that our mailroom gets this over there
right away! And, welcome aboard!" Danielle was ever the enthusiastic new
employer. "You know," she confided, "I think you're gonna be better off
here than there. I hear that company is about to take a turn for the
worse..." Terri's new boss patted the manila file folder and grinned.

Terri was speechless.

"What, don't you have any words of thanks to offer your new boss?" Terri
mumbled a "thank you". "Come on now, is that anyway to thank someone who
hired you, despite your history of adultery and corporate espionage?"
Hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs, Danielle gave her new secretary
her first official task. "Get over here, on your knees! Under the desk,
honey. You'll be spending a lot of time under there!"

Danielle made an honest effort to get some work done. But it was just no
use. No worry, she assured herself as Terri's tongue snaked in and out of
her cunt. Now that she had hired new help, the work would cum easy.
