Ok this is a lil longer than the other two....PART ONE!
It's also a lil more risque. So PLEASE if you are offended by erotica, especially same sex erotica PLEASE dont read.
It contains a lil fetish type fantasy by request, so I hope no one is offended.
“Bitch! Why does she always do that on a Friday afternoon?”
I was in the elevator, going to the top floor instead of the basement where I was going to collect my car, drive home, grab a quick shower & go meet the girls at Paddington’s, a gay club, mainly lesbians hung out.
Sally, her PA had sent round a memo at 15:30, just as everyone was looking forward to the weekend.
The ‘Bitch’ was Ms Castelle. The head of our branch. She called the meeting late this afternoon, just as we were all clearing our desks for the weekend. I’m sure she does it on purpose, just to fuck us all up. ‘Ms’ Castelle. She insisted we all called her that, or Ma’am.
Bitch! Who did she think she was? I’d love to show her who was the real bitch. No one knew why it was Ms and not Miss or Mrs. She never spoke of a Mr or even a Miss. But then, she rarely spoke to us, only at meetings like tonight’s.
“Miss Abusak have you finished the presentation for the Hall account?”
“Erm, no ma’am, I’ll do it over the weekend and have it on your desk first thing Monday morning!”
“No you won’t. I want it on my desk before you leave tonight!”
“I bet you do.” I wanted to spit out loud at her.
“I know what you’re thinking Cindy, but it’s an important presentation and if we can keep these clients happy then we can expect more recommendations from them.”
“No you don’t know what I’m thinking bitch!” I wanted to sneer at her.
God she was gorgeous. She looked so powerful in her dark grey pinstripe suit. Not very tall, but she had a presence in the room that not even the tallest man could compete with. Her beautiful long blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Oh how I’d love to kiss those full red lips, hold those tight hips against mine. Hold her down on her desk and push deep into her and remove all her control. Make her beg for….
“Miss Abusak are you listening to me?”
“Yes of course Ma’am. I’ll do my best to have you, erm , it on your desk tonight.”
She held my gaze far longer than was comfortable. The whole room shocked at my faux pas. I wasn’t going to back down. The whole room was quiet. Eyes darted back and fourth between us. I heard a hushed snigger. Most of them knew my sexuality. Most of them knew I loved the ladies. Most of the ladies knew me! I was a player. I’d break down even the strongest will. I knew there was at least some bisexuality in most of the girls I met. It was only a matter of time before they surrendered.
“I asked how long it would take you!”
“Oh sorry, erm, I guess about 2 hours or so.”
Her gaze still held mine. The hard bitch. I wasn’t going to be the first to break it. “I’d make it last longer than that bitch!”
“Right, I shall expect all the other outstanding presentations finished by Monday afternoon at the latest so we can move on to other projects.” she addressed the room. “Sally can you take care of that for me?” Her eyes never left mine, they narrowed with the last sentence as if to taunt me.
“Yes Ma’am”, Sally nodded.
The “bitch” gathered her papers together, still keeping eye contact and tapped them hard on the desk as she finally broke contact.
I wondered if Sally took care of anything else for her.
All around the room glances were exchanged questioningly between friends and colleagues. Eyebrows were raised. I wanted to shout out “No, I’m not fuckin her!” but I swallowed my impulse.
She could never be a lesbian. She was too hard faced. She was the kind to get kicks from humiliating people. Mainly women. In fact I don’t think I’ve seen much interaction between her and men. Most men become shivering wrecks at just the sound of her name. But yet she had this extraordinary effect on me!
I walked into her office and by-passed her vacant receptionists desk, tapped on her door & waited for an answer. There was a low light peeping through the blinds, but all was quiet. I knocked again a little harder. “Come on woman I want to go home!” I whispered to myself.
“Cindy!”
I jumped almost through the door at the sound of her voice inches from my ear. Her hot breath on my neck.
“Fuck!” I covered my mouth. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at my shock.
“I’m sorry Ma‘am, you made me jump!”
“It’s ok I’m sorry to have scared you. Oh you managed to finish it! Well done!”
“Yes there wasn’t much to finish. It just needed polishing and a few tweaks here and there.”
“Oh good, I’m glad you took my advice and stayed behind.”
“Advice?” I frowned to myself! Advice? She seemed different somehow. Softer, almost pleasant.
Her perfume invaded my senses & I almost closed my eyes as she slid past me and into her office. Gliding over to a side table she picked up a decanter. “Join me Cindy!” It was almost an order. I had to refuse. The girls were waiting already. I had to go shower before taking the tube there. I was looking forward to relaxing and having a few drinks.
“I’m sorry Ma’am I must…..”
“No! I won’t take no for an answer. We never get time to talk.”
Talk? When has she ever wanted to talk except about clients?
“My friends are meeting me in 30 minutes Ma’am. Could we possibly make it….”
“Just a quick Gin and orange before you go then and please call me Stephanie while we‘re not so informal. I so hate Ma’am. It makes me feel unapproachable and hard faced.”
I stood there staring at her. Mouth opened. Her name! Her name sent shockwaves through my body. Stephanie. Oh my! Oh how it suited her. How her name rang around in my head like music on a summer afternoon. She took a quick glance at me as she asked “Ice?”
“Yes Ma‘am.”
She could see the effect it had on me and smiled like she knew she was in control. What a bitch! What was she up to?
She passed the glass and her fingertips brushed against mine as she did so. Her perfume once again invaded me along with the alcohol. I swallowed. She caught my gaze and smiled.
“Sit down Cindy. Here take a chair.” and she brought the chair facing hers to the side of the desk and then carried her glass to her desk and sat in her oversized leather chair. Crossing her legs and leaning forward, rested her hand on my knee.
“So how long have you worked here now Cindy?”
“Four years Ma’am.” I choked.
She flashed a smile at me. “Call me Steph, please.” She sat back in her chair. Elbow on the arm, fingertips touching her cheek.
“Sorry. Stephanie!”
She seemed amused at my embarrassed inability to call her Steph. What was wrong with me? I was finding it hard to deal with her sudden ‘niceness’. She was so easy to be bitchy to while she was all hard & domineering. But like this I was like, well, like a smitten teenager! She touched my knee! She actually touched me!
Her fingers played with her chin and she traced circles around her lips, carefully so she didn’t smudge the perfectly applied lipstick. Occasionally she would let her hand fall, her fingers pointing in my direction. Her beautiful hands & slender fingers pointing at me. Oh Jeese I was becoming so wet at the sight of her fingers.
“And how are you enjoying your time here Cindy?”
“Oh I really love it. I enjoy the challenges, the clientele and I have so many friends and colleagues here.”
“Yes I understand you are a very popular employee. You are a valued employee too Cindy. Most of your work is very good, the rest is outstanding. I’m glad to have you onboard Cindy.”
“Why thank you Stephanie!” I replied totally amazed. She smiled so sweetly at my reply my heart became liquid.
“In fact, I would like to offer you the post of Head of your department now that Mike has moved over to graphics.”
I sat in shock. Me? Head of department? I opened my mouth but words were lost.
“It’s ok, you don’t have to decide straight away. There is a lot to think about. The increased workload, increased pressures and deadlines to meet. Staff to maintain, not to mention the increase in salary and obviously company vehicle.”
I sat totally astonished. I couldn’t quite take in what she was saying to begin with.
“Take the weekend to decide. Give me your answer on Monday.”
“Yes Ma’am of course.”
She laughed at me. “Steph, please. If we are going to be working side by side I think a little less formality would be a good start.”
Working side by side? Oh my!
“Yes of course, Steph!” I smiled across at her.
She picked up her drink and sipped. Her lips so delicate against the glass. She glanced across at me. She now had me in her power. Her face tightened & her eyes narrowed slightly.
“But there is one thing you must know Miss Abusak.” She replaced her cup, “I am the one in charge. Don’t ever challenge me. I will give credit where credit is due. But don’t ever try to rise above me, or I will knock you down so hard!”
“No Ms Castelle! I won’t.” I obeyed! Flabbergasted by my response I took a sip from my glass. The strength of the alcohol smacked hard. Wow. I was completely confused.
I hurriedly finished my gin and made my excuses about the girls waiting. I needed to go home and think about this thoroughly. Would I be able to work along side her? Would I be able to resist temptation? Would I be able to take direct orders from her? She stood up and shook my hand. She was slightly taller than me which made me feel even more intimidated and her grip on my hand was the hardest I’ve ever felt from another female. She was underlining her authority. Her piercing gaze was almost a challenge. I wanted to fuck her right there and then! I wanted to take that control away from her. I wanted to take total control.
It was easy with Mike, he was so laid back. A lovely guy. I was actually quite saddened to hear he was moving across the building. At least he was on the same floor though. ‘Destiny’ occupied the top 4 floors of the 18 storey building. The view from my office was amazing. I loved working here.
I caught the elevator down to my floor and grabbed my brief case and mobile phone. I ran back to the elevator and it was still there doors open. I pressed the “B” and stood against the back wall, tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The gin was making me energized. I imagined holding her down in the passenger seat. The elevator sank downwards on its journey to the basement.