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Boss Lady
Chapter Two
For the next two days, their every interaction was strictly work related. Vivian even began to wear clothes that were less revealing, denying Amy her usual peek. By Thursday, Amy was getting desperate for attention. She wanted to ask for permission to touch herself but could just not bring herself to make that step. Instead, she was more passively aggressive. She just left piles of filing and tapes for transcription. Finally, she ordered Vivian to bring her coffee.
“This was what you wanted?” Vivian asked, a steaming mug in her hands
“Thank you.”
Vivian took a sip from the mug. “I’m not sure that this is what you truly want.”
“Excuse me?”
“I think you really want to be on your knees right now. Don’t you?”
Amy shook her head but not very convincingly.
“Don’t lie to me.” Vivian advanced across the room. “I bet you’re wet right now thinking about how much you want me to force you to your knees.”
“I…”
“No, don’t bother to answer that.” Vivian put the mug down. “I’m not going to make it easy for you anymore. If you want something, you have to ask for it. You may not get it but you’ll never know unless you ask.” She waited for a moment and when Amy did not respond, she smiled. “Don’t forget your meeting with the Assistant District Attorney. Traffic is bad so you need to leave soon.”
Amy stared at the mug of dark liquid until it grew cold. Easy, she mused to herself. Just what was so easy about how quickly she had succumbed to the spell her assistant was weaving.
At the buzz of her intercom, she jerked upright. “Yes,” she answered.
“You really need to leave soon.”
With a muffled curse, Amy threw her files into her briefcase and made for the door. She kept her eyes on the carpet and was soon immersed in the complicated issue of defending her client against various charges of fraud.
Vivian used the time while her boss was out of the office to give herself a manicure and to reapply her nail polish. She wondered absently if Amy was ripe to be forced to do her toenails. She knew that she was ready to increase the pressure but still worried about pushing Amy too far, too fast.
Blowing on her gleaming nails, Vivian glanced up to see a tall woman of early, middle age approach her desk.
“Have I seen you somewhere before? You look familiar.”
Vivian stared up into the intensely blue eyes of the firm’s managing partner. The intensely blue eyes that also belonged to one of the most famous Dommes of the city. “We met last year at the Sindulgences summer bash.”
“Ah.” The arctically cool tones betrayed no joy at the news. Rachel Lankford kept her emotions in close check. That served her well when she sat across the table during negotiations and when she stood over a cowering submissive. “And how are you enjoying it here?”
“Better lately.”
“Oh?”
“I’ve found what I was searching for.”
“Here?”
“Yes. Its amazing what lurks in the hearts of lawyers.”
“Do you really think that I’m going to let you snare one of my people with impunity?”
“You certainly weren’t taking advantage of it.”
“Too, true. What exactly is your role here?”
“I’m doing the temp thing in order to add to my stable.”
“And you think you’ve found something here?”
“Oh, yes.” Vivian smiled and saved her document. “You see, I…”
The two women turned at the small noise. Amy was returning from her meeting over at City Hall. She had attempted to enter without disturbing her secretary and never expected to see the managing partner in her office. At their inquiring gazes, she dropped her eyes and hurried into her office.
Rachel stared at the closed door for a moment. “I do see. How far are you?”
“Pretty near to closing the deal.”
“You want a trade?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I could make it worth your while.”
“Talk to me.”
“I’ve got tickets to the Bound for Pleasure party.” Rachel smiled. She knew how sought after this party was and that one attendance could be the invitation to so much more. She knew that it was one temptation this pushy hussy would not be able to resist.
“How do you want to work it?”
“I think that you should get her into a compromising position and I catch you. You’ll be fired, of course.”
“Of course,” Vivian shrugged. “When?”
“I’ll clear tomorrow’s schedule. Expect me after 11am.” With a nod, Rachel walked back to her office. It was not until her secretary gasped at her that she realized that she was humming. With a shrug, she closed herself into her office. There was plenty of work to do before she would be able to play with her new toy.
Vivian drummed her fingers on her desk for several minutes after Rachel left. She had plenty of regrets about losing Amy so soon into the game but figured that staying on the powerful Domme’s good side would have long-term benefits.
Eventually, she walked into Amy’s office and closed the door behind her. When Amy glanced up from her paperwork, she smirked at the young attorney.
“Get out of my chair.”
Automatically, Amy obeyed. She stood behind her desk for a moment before she stepped to the side. Vivian almost brushed her when she passed to sit down in the leather chair.
“I need you to clear your calendar for tomorrow morning. I figure it’s time for some positive reinforcement.”
“What do you mean?” Amy asked.
“Tomorrow, you’ll get a taste of heaven.” Vivian leaned back in her chair.
Amy’s pulse quickened. “A taste?”
“Yes. I’ve seen you lusting after me. I think it is only fair that I give you a chance to put that mouth of yours to good use.” She stared at Amy. “What do you say?”
“Uh, thank you?”
“Good enough.” Vivian rocked back in the chair for a moment or two until Amy shifted anxiously. “So, I met your big boss today. What do you think of her?”
“She’s a little intimidating.”
“More than me?”
“Uh, ma’am, um.” Amy paled and then blushed. How could she admit that she had a nagging crush on the dynamic partner? She dropped her eyes to carpet and shrugged her shoulders.
Vivian felt a flash of anger, although her tone showed none of it. “Don’t sweat it, pet. I realize that the person who signs the paychecks might have a stronger hold on you than I.”
Rising to her feet, Vivian said, “Clear your calendar for a couple of hours around midday. Say, 10:45 to 1 o’clock.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I don’t have to tell you that there will be no touching between now and then, do I?”
Amy sighed. “No, ma’am. I’ll be good.”
“Excellent. I’m going to leave early. You’ll be fine without me won’t you?”
Nodding, Amy moved over to sit back behind her desk. She felt a flutter in her stomach as she thought about what the next day would bring. Looking at the pile of paperwork on the surface, she sighed and pushed tomorrow’s possibilities out of her mind and focused on finding a way to convince the White Collar Crime Division of the District Attorney’s office not to prosecute her client.
She did not sleep well that night and came into work early. She concentrated on writing her brief and startled when her assistant entered her office.
Vivian tossed her timesheet on the desk. “First of all, fill this out.”
“Aren’t you supposed to fill it out? I’m only supposed to sign off on what you write down.”
“I want you to do it. Oh, and I think you need to put down that I worked nine hours everyday.”
For the first time since the two of them started down this path, Amy balked. She was willing to give her body to her alluring assistant but she would not sign a form she knew was false. “I can’t do that. You only worked eight hours each day and you left early yesterday.”
Wary of losing Amy now, Vivian huffed, “All right. Put down that.”
Filling out the form accurately, Amy asked, “What about today? I don’t know how long you’re going to work.”
“Why don’t you leave that day blank?”
“This once I will but in future you’ll have to bring this to me at the end of the day.”
“I’ll remember that.” Vivian knew that there would not be another timesheet for her. She took the signed timesheet and placed it on the chair near the door for her to grab on her way out.
While at the door, she fiddled with the handle as if she was locking it and then sauntered back to the desk. She tossed a pair of handcuffs on the paper-strewn surface. “Ready to play?”
Amy gulped. She was scared and exhilarated and wondered what could lie ahead for her.
“I believe that I promised you a taste of heaven. However, before you can climb that stairway, I need to make sure that you don’t take any liberties.”
“Liberties?”
“Like touching me with your filthy, lesbian hands.”
Amy protested, “But…” She was not sure that she was a lesbian or not. What was happening between her and Vivian was beyond anything she had ever experienced.
“Hence the handcuffs.” Vivian smiled. “Come around here, in front of your desk.” She waited for Amy’s compliance. “Excellent. Now, strip.”
Hesitantly, Amy lifted her hands to the top button on her shirt.
“No, no. You can do it sexier than that. Put on a show for me.”
Amy looked blankly at her.
Rolling her eyes, Vivian pushed off from the desk. She walked forward and placed her hands on Amy’s hips. Slowly, she began to sway them to a rhythm only she could hear. As they both danced, Vivian told her, “Loosen your arms and shoulders. Move with me.”
Gradually, Amy began to find an internal beat she could follow. When Vivian stepped back, she almost stopped until she saw the encouraging smile.
“Now, keep dancing while you take off your clothes.”
With more grace than before, Amy slowly peeled off her clothing. She glanced once into Vivian’s eyes but the predatory gleam frightened her and she quickly dropped her eyes.
When she was down to her bra and panties, Amy lost the music. She stood awkwardly with her arms hanging limp.
“Almost there, sweetheart. If you stop now, you’ll never know how great things are going to get.”
Amy licked her dry lips. Removing her underwear, Amy was stunned at how damp the flimsy fabric was. She did not understand how her body could find the situation so arousing.
“Hand those to me.”
Amy dropped her panties into Vivian’s hand. She watched her assistant examine them and blushed and the knowing look Vivian gave her.
“Someone really likes this.” Vivian tossed them over her shoulder to land on a pile of papers on Amy’s desk. “I think you’ll be much more comfortable on your knees.”
Lowering herself down, Amy had to admit that this position did feel a little more natural. As she looked up at the still completely dressed Vivian, she realized just how exposed she was.
Vivian picked up the handcuffs and walked around behind Amy. “Put your hands behind your back and lean forward.”
Amy obeyed. The sound of the cuffs ratcheting closed gave her a strange pulse between her legs and she could feel the wetness from her pussy coating her upper thighs.
Taking a glance at her watch, Vivian knew that she only had a few more minutes before Rachel was due to arrive. Sauntering back around to face her prisoner, Vivian slowly eased her tight skirt up her thighs. She knew that if she was going to feel any release today, it would have to happen soon.
“Crawl forward, slut,” Vivian ordered. “I want you a nose length away from my womanly goodness.”
Once Amy was where she wanted her, Vivian smiled. “Now, I want you to place kiss above my hairline. You are being given a chance to worship me and you should make a show of your respect.”
Placing the kiss, Amy felt the wiry hairs on her chin and gasped at the tickle. With the deep breath, she drew in the scent of Vivian. The musky scent made her mouth water.
“You should be grateful for what you are about to receive. Continue to place kisses on either thigh and then on my clitoris.” Vivian continued her instructions. “Now, use your tongue to gently move the covering of hair from my pussy. You may suck off any of my juices that anoint the strands. You don’t ever want to waste any of my essence.”
Vivian put her hands back on the desk behind her and spread her legs a little farther. “Kiss my labia before bringing them into your mouth. Suck gently. Mmmm, that feels good.”
Knowing that she was doing something right, Amy had to blink away tears of joy.
“Run your tongue up either side of my labia and then around my clit. Flatten it first. That’s good. Faster. Very good, now stiffen it and flick my clit.” Vivian’s voice was getting strained. “Faster. Oh, yeah, my little slut. Don’t stop now. Don’t stop until…”
“Amy, your secretary is not at her desk…” Rachel’s voice faded as she gazed at the frozen tableau.
Vivian was leaning back on the desk with her skirt pulled up around her waist. Kneeling in front of her with her hands cuffed together was the young lawyer. Amy was nude and she tried to huddle into a small ball,
Her boss stood in the doorway and fought to keep the smile off her face and out of her tone. “You’re fired,” she said to Vivian. “Clear your desk and proceed immediately to Human Resources.”
“But…”
“Say nothing. Just go.” Rachel did not even bother to watch as Vivian left the room. She never saw her pick up her timesheet. Her eyes stayed on the cowering attorney.
“What am I going to do with you?” Rachel mused. She scowled when Amy cleared her throat. “Quiet. When I want your mouth for something, I’ll let you know.”
She sat on the edge of the desk, starring down at the bowed head. She squeezed her thighs together discretely. It didn’t matter what anyone said, looking down on a trophy made her hot and the more unwilling the better. Sure, she would give lip service to Safe, Sane and Consensual but her juices really got flowing when the prey was just this side of reluctant.
Punching the extension for Human Resources, she spoke into the phone. “Director Ness, please.” She paused. “It’s Rachel. I need you come up to Ms O'Reilly’s office to document something. Bring that camera of yours.”
Rachel walked around the desk and sat down in Amy’s chair. From this position, Amy was out of her line of sight. “Come here,” she ordered. “I want to keep my eyes on you.”
Moaning in embarrassment, Amy moved around. It was hard with her hands secured behind her back and her knees were aching from the time she had spent on them. Just when she thought things could not get worse, she heard the door to her office open.
“My, gracious. What do we have here?”
“It seems that there have been things going on in this office that are not sanctioned by the personnel manual.”
“This could be grounds for termination.”
Rachel put a single finger under Amy’s chin and raised the young lawyer’s head. “Perhaps it will be. Unless an agreement is reached.”
Amy nodded. She would do anything to keep this off the record.
“Good.” Rachel turned to Ellen. “I want several shots. Make sure that it is clear that she is in her office, during the daytime.” Rachel moved out the way of any of the pictures. She leaned against the credenza and admired the blush that stained Amy’s face, chest, and back.
For a while, the only sounds in the office were the whirr and click of the digital camera and Amy’s harsh breathing.
“Okay, I think I’ve got everything from her panties on the desk to the dampness between her legs.”
“Fine. Give me the camera’s card.”
“Are you sure? I could take care of it for you.”
“No, you’ll have to come up with your own arrangement with Ms. O’Reilly.” Rachel waved the small piece of plastic before Amy’s eyes. “I’ll keep this in a safe place.”
Ellen shook her head. “All right. Call me if you need any help.”
“Oh, I don’t believe that she’ll give me any trouble at all. Will you?”
“No, Ms. Lankford.”
“You do what I say, when I say it and I’ll leave you your job and most of your dignity. Of course, you’ll have to do what Ness wants to keep her mouth shut about what she’s seen here today.”
Ellen spoke up, “We’ll need to schedule regular career counseling sessions. Losing a secretary like that will need to be addressed with weekly training sessions.” She grinned at Rachel. “I’m sure you can take it from here.”
“Thank you for your quick response. We’ll meet later.”
“Most assuredly.” Ellen waved goodbye and walked out of the office.
Rachel sat down on the edge of the desk, unconsciously mimicking Vivian’s stance. “As you heard, I fired your temp. You’ll just have to make do without a secretary for a few days. That won’t be a problem, will it?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Nice and polite. I like that. Now, I can’t waste too much more of my time this afternoon. Put a meeting with me on your schedule for 8:30 tomorrow morning.” Rachel dropped the keys to the handcuffs on the floor in front of the kneeling form.
Rachel ambled to the door. Once there, she looked back at Amy. “And don’t even think of masturbating until and unless I give you permission.”
Amy swallowed and listened for the click of the door closing. She then scrambled over onto her back and wrestled to pick up the keys in her bound hands. Twisting and turning, she could not figure out how to get the key into the tiny locks. Finally, she rocked onto her back and moved her restrained arms under her butt and around to the front of her body.
Once the handcuffs were off, she quickly dressed. Her hands were shaking so badly, it was hard to button everything properly. She sank down into her chair and saw the damp spot that her panties had left on the motion paperwork. Amy flung the document into the trash and dropped her head into her hands.
This was undoubtedly the longest day she had ever experienced and it was not even noon yet.
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