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How to Punish a Vindictive Boss

By: Smokey125



Smokey Saga #53: "How To Punish A Vindictive Boss" 

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First, not a ton of sex here—sorry about that—but a nice hot scene towards the end. More LesBDSM, although this is a CFFMNF setup (two clothed Fs, one clothed M, one naked F), but the sexual action is all girl-on-girl. You could call this "Horrible Bosses 3" or "Swimming With Sharks 2" (actually, this ended up similar to both those original films, except Kevin Spacey's not in it)—but this title's better; the more astute Reader may perceive this as the fourth "How To..." story in my library. The first three feature one of the same characters: everyone's favorite...well, my favorite BDSMpress, Sandra Ariana Burton. It just happened that 14 stories after Sandy Burton's first Saga came her second, and 14 after that came her third. And, they've all involved bondage and torment of some sort. As you can tell by these titles, she's no Mother Teresa. But here they are, the Sandra Burton Chronicles— 

"How To Break A Bad Rabbit" (Smokey Saga #11) 

"How To Wage A Wargasm" (#25) 

"How To Tickle A Girl Insane" (#39) 

They are not sequential; you don't have to read them before this (although if you'd like to, be my guest!). The first two of those might need a little prying to fully explore what they're all about. The third is really very self-explanatory. Oh, yes, and it's worth mentioning that Sandy also appeared in a much younger version of herself, as a sorority sister in the '80s-set "Erica Versus The House" (under her maiden name of Matthews). Now she's back again in the present day. This is not really "her" story, and she will not be the first or only main character to appear in it, but her presence and role herein will definitely be substantial. Enjoy. 

*** 

She Doesn't Just Wear Prada 

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015, 9:05 a.m. 

Yet one more week of routine activity chugged along at J.D. & Associates, the office complex bookending Kit Kat Street at the north side. It was an upscale business corporation which demanded equally quality performance from its laborers to ensure job security. The company's Associates did not mess about. While employees took care not to turn into completely colorless drones at work, they did check their senses of humor at the door. Once holding their own reins, they had been trained to cut themselves little slack. The venture had not earned its reputation of success by letting lazy workers slide. 

Outside on this beautiful summer morn, far up into the air where man could not reach, nature was in full bloom. Trees waved to one another in the airy breeze. Birds tended dutifully to their young. Cloudlets drifted their innocent ways across the great big blue. All was right with the world outside the building belonging to J.D. & Associates. Inside, however, was something of a different story. 

Tessie Ann McGilles sat working at her cubicle, anxiously awaiting the challenge she was to take on today. Starting at noon, a series of meetings would be held in the adjacent office, during which a handful of employees would take turns giving short presentations to their colleagues and higher-ups. Said presentations would consist of these workers' own ideas and visions of how to run a more efficient and proficient office business, an objective for which the company continually strove. These goal-oriented employees had volunteered themselves to construct and submit their own original proposals, and Tessie was one of them. 

Approaching the brink of middle age, Tess had been with the company for three and a half years, and had thus far hit some walls trying to move up within the hierarchy. The frustrating aspect was watching more and more colleagues promoted around her as time went by, some of whom boasted less seniority than she. She was a good, hard worker, but grew semi-frequently discouraged at her job's thanklessness. There was a dichotomy vis-à-vis this occupation, depending on her mood. Sometimes she felt she should be grateful she even had a job, and could shake out a fair living in her late 30s. Other times she got to feeling indignant—or downright piffed off—at the level of regard with which she was treated. It seemed that reward within the company was based on favoritism or nepotism, rather than merit. She'd received one raise after her first year, and had been earning the same salary since. But raises conventionally came with promotions, which remained out of her reach. She did okay for herself, but everyone could use a boost in her paycheck. Here in the midst of summer, she tended to gaze out the window and envy all the beautiful green nature sported. 

It wasn't just the parallel in the color green outside reminding her of money that enchanted her. Tessie often wished she were a bird. Or a squirrel, or dog, but mostly a bird. She admired birds so much. Hunters and other dangers aside, their lives were so simple and carefree. They got to spend every moment outdoors, they never had to worry about financial obligations of nest rent or food, they took to the open skies so gracefully, so majestically, exempt from the regulation of Earth gravity...they didn't even know what a plane ticket was. And every year when winter came, they flew south. Tess wished she got to travel half that much. Oh, to be blessed with such freedom. To be able to take...a vacation. Good heavens, could she ever use a vacation. 

Alas, she was not a member of the avian kingdom, nor had she vacation leave to burn. Furthermore, she was compelled to keep her mind from daydreaming about the winged wonders of nature, if she wished to keep her job. She issued herself countless reminders that she'd been trained to work like a horse. All the more reason and motivation to get back to her presentation for this afternoon. 

And then, of course, there was that other little factor standing in the way of success and higher esteem in her position—as well as her greatest source of agony over being stuck in this rut. 

A shadow fell over her desk as she studied her notes. This not usually signifying great news, Tessie slowly raised her head. 

Sure enough, it was her boss, Paige Kinsington, leaning against her cubicle divider, rhythmically tapping her nails along the top. It was one of her signature bits. Click-clickity-click, click-clickity-click. The sound was almost indistinguishable from other office occupants typing on their keyboards. Paige smirked, her opinion of conveying a "professional" attitude. 

"Well, well, well, well..." began Paige, working her facial muscles up into a full smile. "And how are we today, Miss McGilles?" 

"We"? How are "we" today? Gee, I don't know, Paige, you tell me; how are all of you today? How is your schizophrenic self? 

"Good morning, Paige. Fine, just fine," Tess replied obligatorily, managing the least necessary amount of eye contact, thanking God Paige couldn't read her mind. "Yourself?" 

One hand's fingers tap dancing along the surface of Tessie's cubicle divider, Paige blew on her other's nails, shining them up on her Armani business suit. "Ah...it's good to be the boss, Miss McGilles. 

"Uh, I wouldn't expect you to know about that, of course." 

Tess resisted the urge to blow out her breath in exasperation. She honestly didn't know if she occupied Paige's employ as a skilled hand who turned in quality work, or merely as the boss lady's whipping girl. She had no clue why, while simultaneously overseeing a number of other co-workers as well, Paige had ostensibly singled her out as a day-to-day target of bullying and harassment. She didn't torment her other employees with such gloating sentiment, rubbing their noses in their subservience. Tess couldn't keep her nose remotely clean, yet everyone else's were spotless. Especially that of a younger woman in another part of the office named Demmy. Demmy Kinsington—Paige's niece. A perfect example of nepotism at its finest, Tessie thought whenever Demmy came to mind. Paige discouraged favoritism on the part of her employees, but didn't exactly seem to practice what she preached. 

It wasn't as if Paige was perpetually on Tessie's ass, breathing down her neck eight hours a day; it only felt this way to poor Tess, enduring doses of verbal abuse from Mrs. Kinsington each day which felt like tetanus shots. She'd have thought Paige would have more constructive things to do around the office than be a thorn in her side. 

"Of course," Tess parroted under her breath. 

"So then," Paige went on, "Working on your presentation for this afternoon, I see, hmm?" 

Tess didn't feel this was any of Paige's business, as it was really a separate issue from her direct duties, but she confirmed. 

"Well, as long as it doesn't interfere with your work." 

"No, ma'am," Tessie shook her head, relieved that Paige had actually completed a full sentence without criticizing, insulting or lambasting her. "I promise I'll have it all done and on your desk by the end of the day." 

"There's a good girl!" came the condescending sing-songy tone. "Don't you let me hear any different! Bye-bye now!" Paige waved, strutting her way back to her economy-size boss office. 

Once she was out of earshot, Tess executed the Sigh Of Irritation, a signature bit of her own under Mrs. Paige Kinsington's wicked watchful eye. Again, it was illogical and unfair how Paige picked on her over small offenses for which she let others slide: forgetting to log out of her system before going to lunch, misstapling documents, a typo on a memo that went no further than the two of them. Tessie knew it was unwise to dwell on it—that like it or not, Paige was her boss right now, and this was all there was to it—but one thing she could do was use this torment as motivation to give the finest presentation possible to Paige's bosses and their bosses. If the bigwigs saw her as a visionary, a true asset to this organization, she could finally garner some of the recognition and status she desired. Maybe she could even move up on the corporate ladder and, God willing, escape Paige's clutches of mockery. Why, perhaps she could advance to the point where she could take over as Paige's boss! Well, okay, so this may have been reaching a bit, but, Ho-ho-ho!...How sweet would that be?! Tess hadn't a mean bone in her body, but this didn't keep her from fantasizing about assuming the post of Paige's superior, and spoon-feeding her some of her own mean-girl medicine, just so she'd know how it felt for once. 

Yessirree...one thing is for sure: Miss Tessie McGilles is going to deliver a damn good presentation today. 

*** 

Enter Sandwoman 

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015, 12:34 p.m. 

Tess had done a brilliant job thus far today of balancing her efforts between regular duties and her ideas to submit to the company superiors. She was so pleased with her accomplishments she hadn't even been watching the clock. At half past noon, her tummy rumbled. Gurgle-gurgle-hungry-feed-me, it told her. 

Tessie sometimes went to lunch by herself, and sometimes with an office companion or three. She took lunch this afternoon a bit later than normal, so the friends with whom she normally went out to eat were already gone. She didn't feel like dining on her own, so she retrieved her cell and dialed a friend who worked at the nearby Juniper Mall. 

Lucky for Tess, her friend Sandy Burton, a saleswoman at the department store Ford & Maylor, had not yet run off to her own lunch break. Naturally happy to hear from a fair-weather pal, Sandra cordially invited her to the mall food court for some tasty eats. Sandy's half-hour lunch was little to write home about and held no candles to Tessie's full hour-long repast, which was why Tess usually agreed to meet at her turf. Ordering their food courtesy of Sushi Hut and the Salad Experience, they took a table. 

"So! What's the story, mornin' glory?" chortled Sandy, nabbing one end of California roll with expert manipulation of chopsticks. 

Tess fork-speared a generous helping of greens. "Oh, the usual: my boss is making life a living nightmare, thanks very much." 

Sandy's smile faded. "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetie. Well, but hey, don't you have that big meeting coming up?" 

"Mm," Tessie nodded, chomping through the delicious mess of lettuce, tomato, egg, cheese, avocado and dressing she'd just shoved into her mouth. "Right on. I will be damned if I'm gonna let that little rat just walk all over me forever." 

"Well, good for you, Tesser!" congratulated Sandy, giving her a light playful punch in the arm. "We all think we've got something to say, but I've known you a long time, and I know you've got the stuff. You go in there and show them what's up! Let 'em know that you are a force to be reckoned with! That you are something special!" 

Tess gave a modest chuckle. "Well, I dunno if I'd go that far." 

"I would!" Sandra asserted. "If I may be so bold as to go third-person, Sandy Burton happens to be an excellent judge of character, and as such, takes full confidence in stating that Tess Ann McGilles has something to say, something to show, and places to go!" 

"Heh! Not if Mrs. Paige Kinsington has anything to say about it," Tess groused, snippily biting off the syllables in her boss' name. 

"Well, I'm sorry she's putting you through such an ordeal," Sandra said sympathetically. "For any consolation it's worth, though, I can...kinda relate. Sometimes my superiors annoy me too." 

"Yeah, but you're so much better at handling it," replied Tess. "You're able to just laugh stuff like this right off and let it slide under the bridge. I wish I could be more like that." 

"Mmm, don't be too sure, hon," her buddy chuckled. "I may be cooler than a cucumber in some situations; others, not so much. I am only slightly greater than human," she winked. 

"You are an awesome person, Sandy. There's actually a number of ways I wish I could be more like you." 

"You spoil me with your words, flatterer. Seriously, though, give yourself a little break now and then to just take some deep breaths, Tess. You'll thank me for it, and your body and sanity will thank you." 

"I will," Tessie smiled, patting Sandy's hand. "And in the meantime, I'm gonna knock that presentation outta the park." 

"'At's my girl," praised Sandra. "And, as regards your boss...want me to pay her a little visit, and, uh...lean on her a little?" 

Passably familiar with Sandy's escapades, Tess eyed her uncertainly. "Define 'lean on her.'" 

"Oh, y'know..." Sandy gave a few tosses of the hand, matter-of-factly elaborating. "...Teach her a lesson?...Cut her down to size?" 

A playful smirk crept up the corners of Sandy's lips. Tess felt the need to halt her before she got too enthusiastic. 

"Whoa. Okay," Tess chuckled, raising her hands. "Down, girl. That won't be necessary." 

Eyebrows falling, Sandra's smirk went from playful to a bit disappointed. 

"Dang it. A'right, well, change your mind, you know where to grab me," she winked suggestively. Tess giggled, dropping her eyes. 

"Don't be naughty," she flirted. "We're in public." 

"And your point is?" Sandy flirted right back. 

"Sandra, you're married." 

"Yeah, to a swinger, who right this moment, even as we speak, is with one of our models, shooting a blow job video." 

"D—Sandy!" Tess hissed, as a few nearby curious heads turned their way. In reply, Sandy innocently sucked her milkshake and held out her free hand as if to ask, "What?" 

Tessie lowered her voice and leaned in to her. "Doesn't that kinda...bother you just a little?" she wanted to know. "I mean, having your...your husband's dick in some other babe's mouth?" 

Out of respect and deference to her, Sandra took the level of her own voice down to meet Tess'. 

"Apparently, you're less than familiar with what we call a 'swinger,' babe. Yes, we're legally married to each other, but we learned early on that we both like to play around, so that's what we do. Trust me, Tess, it's totally consensual. On both sides. Sometimes together, sometimes separate. And yeah, we do like the occasional three-or-more-some, an orgy here and there. 

"In every other regard it's just like a normal marriage, honey," Sandy went on, floating back up to regular volume. "We live together, we sleep together, we share everything; our whole lives. Actually, that's my favorite part. I mean, yeah, Tess, I know I get on Lou's nerves sometimes, and God knows he can sure get on mine. But there're reasons we're married to each other, and not to all our friends and models and swinger playmates. There're reasons he's my favorite person in the world, and I'm his." 

"Really? Like what?" 

"Oh, goodness, where do I start," Sandy giggled, tossing her hands. "Like...like, only Lou knows exactly where the remote controls are at all times, for instance. He's the king of the remotes. And only I know where he leaves his socks, so only I can find them and do his laundry for him. Just a hundred sweet little things like that. Yeah, we routinely give our bodies over to our friends to have done with as they please, but our lips, Tess, are only for each other. No one else gets to kiss mine, and no one else gets to kiss his. Most of the time when we have sex with someone else, we're only thinking of each other anyway. And we are the only ones who go grocery, Christmas and birthday shopping for each other. Nobody else takes me out to a candlelit supper for Valentine's Day. No one else joins us to see those sappy romantic comedies we all love. No one else cracks him a beer and rubs his feet after he's had a tough day. Sometimes when he knows I've had a hard day, he straightens things up around the house, just 'cause he knows how much it means to me. I'd do, say or give anything for him, Tess. That's how much I treasure my marriage. It's my most prized and dear possession. So as many naughty things as we've done with our friends, our hearts are only for each other. And that's all that matters." 

Tessie was touched by Sandra's heartfelt speech. There was more than met her eyes. She knew Sandy and Lou pretty well, she'd been to their house, though only as a social guest. She was single and unattached, but she didn't participate in the Burtons' sexcapades. She just didn't think she was into that. And that was fine; Lou and Sandy respected her feelings and interests. So she paid them visits for a cup of tea, a nice dinner, a few hands of gin, or just to kick back and watch TV. And she could clearly see the devotion communicated in their expressions. But she still hadn't anticipated that their espoused love ran quite so deep. It was really rather...well, just as Sandy had said, sweet. It made Tess envy her as she stared into Sandy's honeyed eyes.  

"Wow, that's beautiful." 

"Yeah," gushed Sandra. "So sure, I can see how our situation would seem kinda bizarre to someone else, or hell, just plain ass-backwards. But y'know, we subscribe to the philosophy of 'to each your own.' 'Judge not even if you are judged.' Someone else disapproves, hey, whatever ya say, buddy. We don't have time for that. We're good, moral people with solid values. And when we see immoral things done, especially to our friends, we feel obligated to jump in and try and put things right. Ergo, I'll ask you again— 


How to Punish a Vindictive Boss



"Are you sure you don't want me to see if I can straighten out your evil boss for ya?" 

"Ha!" Tessie laughed out loud. "You really are the best friend in the world. No, but seriously, though, I'd really better get back to the office. Don't wanna be late for my presentation." 

"Okay." Plates empty, Sandy stood with her, gurgle-sucked the last of the milkshake through the straw, and they returned their trays. "Oh! Y'know what? Let me walk you out to your car. I just thought of one more thing I wanted to tell you." 

"A'right, sure," Tess agreed as they passed through the automatic door. "What's that?" 

"Well! If by chance you do have a sec to spare, I think you oughta stop by the ol' doughnut shop. There's one right around the corner from your office, isn't there? Unless on the off chance your 'presentees' are diabetics, it's a nice gesture, and it can't possibly hurt. Doesn't have to be an out-and-out bribe or anything. Just saying, everyone likes doughnuts. Unless you're a damn robot." 

"Hm," Tess chuckled. "Now why didn't I think of that?" 

"Oh, no worries," Sandy waved it off. "I do know a little something about psychology, y'know. 

"Okay, sweetie, gimme a good hug...and only the absolute best of luck to ya today. I know you're gonna do great! Make me proud!" 

*** 

Detour 

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015, 1:48 p.m. 

Fifteen minutes, eight assorted doughnuts, two croissants and two crullers later, Tess returned to work. She had her presentation mapped out in her mind, and practiced in her car on the way back. Her heart was beating just a little harder through the door, hastening her way to her cube. Now, there was something she needed to do right after lunch. What was it again... 

Ah! She needed to print out her weekly report. Luckily, this would only take a minute. She sent the command from her computer and trotted to the other end of the office to retrieve it. She checked the clock. Almost 1:50. She had twenty-five minutes until she'd get the shot at her fifteen of glory. All she could do was sit, wait, and go over her outline. Sit, wait, and go over her...her... 

Rrrrrrrruuuuurrrrrmmmmble... 

Tess placed a hand over her stomach and gulped. Oh, dear. Something else was taking control of her faculties right at the moment, and it wouldn't wait. Apparently, the roughage in that greens salad was more effective than she'd anticipated. 

Crap. Literally. This wouldn't be pretty or pleasant, but it had to be done. She'd quickly go over the report while on the throne, and as long as she could make it back by 2:15, she'd be okay. She broke into a gait for the ladies'. 

*** 

Surfing With Sharks 

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015, 2:10 p.m. 

A very relieved and enthusiastic Tessie McGilles shook her hands dry, report tucked under her armpit, as she hurried back with five minutes to spare. Just enough time to sit down, calm herself, catch her breath, and give her presentation a final once-over, she thought as she reached her cubicle divider and rounded its corner. Just enough time. Just enough... 

...Wait a second. 

Something...was wrong here. 

She took a second to look and see that, yes, this was indeed her cubicle. Those were her files, that was her nameplate, that was her computer, and that was certainly her purse. But, in comparison to the state of her desk once she'd left it, it now seemed somehow... 

...Emptier? 

She pinpointed what was amiss, and panic seized her. 

My...my presentation!! 

Gone. 

It was gone! The entire folder—the outline, proposals, recommendations, everything, the whole kit and caboodle—all her hard work built up over the previous week—had vanished! 

And...and, yes, so had the doughnuts! The doughnuts were gone too! 

Imaginably, Tess couldn't believe it. Less than five minutes until she was to show her stuff, and she had nothing! Where did it go?! 

She had no idea what to do. She couldn't very well shout at the top of her lungs, disrupting her colleagues out of their wits. She couldn't just freak out, leaping all over the walls, cubes and furniture. She had to remain calm. Yes, calm. That's it, calm. But...but... 

...HOW?!! 

This was unreal. Inanimate objects did not just get up and walk away. Tess was not crazy. She would not absentmindedly take this vitally important set of documents—not to mention her snacks for the bosses—place them somewhere else for any reason, and just forget about them. The only remaining possibility made her stomach lurch. Someone had stolen them. 

Somebody else in the office had nabbed the opportunity, while she was answering nature's secondary call, to take her materials, right off her desk—and the doughnuts—and abscond with them. Who?? Who would do such a thing? Who stood to gain from taki— 

Tessie's blood froze. 

There was only one person in this office she could possibly presume to stoop so low. It took her all of five seconds. Tess made a prompt, deliberate beeline to her office, only to find it empty. 

Oh, what's this? The coward's way out?? Huh! Just the sort of craven behavior I'd expect from such a little... 

She let silence take over. Once it would allow, she detected a faint murmuring coming from the far end of the office. The adjacent office, where the presentations were taking place, occupied the other side. Panicked but curious, Tess approached the door connecting the two. Each step carried an extra small dose of trepidation. One part of her thought she already knew what was going on. The other part didn't want to find out, for fear that the first part would be right. She wanted to know, and also didn't. Finally, she reached the door, as the muffled speaking behind it grew more audible. She took a breath, braced herself, brushed her hair behind her ear, and pressed it against the door. A medium-pitched, high-timbred female voice. 

"...And so in summary, ladies and gentlemen, through the...eh...ah, yes—the liquidation of our outstanding assets, combined with a close eye glued firmly to the bottom line..." 

Tessie's mouth slowly descended open in confirmed horror. This was, indeed, the closing statement of her presentation! It had been given—the whole thing had been presented—by someone else! Tess was beyond incredulous. She could see her career passing before her furious eyes. Her hands clenched into ired fists. Her body began to twitch and quiver with rage. If she concentrated, she thought she could recognize the voice delivering her final words, but there was no focusing on such trivialities. What did it matter who had done this, so long as it had been done?? After this much, it proved difficult to hear any more, what with the smoke pluming from her ears. She started having forward-flashes of being sent to prison for murder. 

"...And of course, possibly the most important ingredient of all—an uplifting, hundred-percent positive workplace environment—I believe we can parlay our efforts and determination into the best J.D. & Associates we can be—if not better. Thank you." 

A moment of silence ensued, followed by zealous applause. They liked it. They really liked it! It was too much. Tess couldn't let this happen. She had to do something. She had to defend herself, exposing this impostor for the fraud she was. She reached for the knob. 

But...what would she say? What would the company superiors think? How would they react to such a situation: a crazed employee bursting into the office a full sixty seconds before her scheduled appointment time, claiming with delirious abandon that the presentation which had just been given was in fact hers? Would she, would Tess herself believe it in their shoes? 

Still, she had to do something. This was plain wrong, and she had to set it right. 

But before she could grasp the doorknob, it turned on its own. The door opened outwards toward her, and Tessie was obliged to remove herself from its path so as not to get bonked in the nose. She heard the horrific sound of the wild applause dying down, as the culprits exited the room. The revelation set Tess' eyes on fire, even though she had already deduced this much. 

Paige... 

But not alone. When Tess first caught the voice from outside the door, she knew it wasn't Paige's. She didn't know who was speaking her words, until the owner of the voice too emerged. 

Demmy. Paige's niece. 

Tessie pieced it together in the moment it took for both parties to register. So it had been Demmy delivering her speech and ideas these last fifteen minutes...which, as she thought about it, made inexorable sense. Paige was department head, but Demmy was one of Tess' peers. This series of presentations was as much opportunity for Demmy to rise up the corporate ladder as was for Tess. Oh, this was even more dastardly than she'd thought. Any final vestiges of sanity were melted down by the white heat of her wrath. 

"You!" Tess pointed her index finger. Given the surroundings, this was the most tactful finger to utilize. 

Seeing her shocked into such wild anger gave Paige evil relish. She smiled sweetly. 

"Why, Miss McGilles!" Paige chirped, palms together with glee. "What a lovely surprise! To what do we owe this delightful honor?" 

Astonishing. Unbelievable as it seemed, Tess had actually underestimated Paige. She had been foolish enough to give her boss credit for being professional, for playing by the rules, as it were. She could now see just how vilely unscrupulous her boss really was. Unbeknownst to her, however, Demmy was a bit taken aback. She wasn't aware of all of the circumstances here. 

"You know gosh-darned well, you...!" Tess snarled through her teeth, not looking to draw unwanted attention, or put a stain on her record by popping off to the boss lady—more than justified though she was. She did, however, want everyone to know that— 

"You stole my presentation!" 

Demmy's face clouded in confusion. "What?" she asked, turning to Paige. Her aunt leaned down and lowered her voice. 

"It's Miss McGilles, sweetheart," Paige explained. "You remember how I told you, she's a bit, eh..." 

She raised her eyebrows and traced a circle around her ear with her finger. Demmy nodded in sudden realization. 

"Ohhh..." 

"Go back to your desk, dear," Paige told her niece. "I'll be along to talk to you some more in a bit." 

"Okay, Aunt Paige. Thanks so much for all the help!" 

"Ah, kids," Paige noted as Demmy ran along. "Bright future ahead of her, that girl's got. Well! If you'll excuse me..." 

Paige whirled 180° from her and started back on her merry way. Tess, however, was not so keen to excuse her just yet. She stalked after, pursued Paige into her office and slammed the door behind her. As she may have suspected under normal circumstances, the noise caught the startled attention of several office-mates. Just sitting back down at her desk, Paige looked up to see her. 

"...Won't you come in," Paige invited matter-of-factly. "Would you like to have a seat?" 

Understandably still angry as ever, Tess forwent the seat and stomped in on her. 

"I want a word with you right now!" 

Paige merely blinked at her, unnervingly calm. 

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but is it not about time for your, eh...presentation, Miss McGilles?..." 

That was more than all the fuel Tess needed. She launched directly into her tirade. She hadn't prepared this as she had her presentation, but she was prepared to wing the hell out of it. 

"How dare you?!" she yelled. "Who do you think you are?!" 

Paige arched her eyebrows, not fazed in the slightest. 

"...Problem, Miss McGilles?" 

"'Problem'?...'Problem'?? I'll give you a problem, you monster!!" Tess screamed. Her mind faintly warned her she was starting to cross lines here, that this was still her boss, but she paid no heed. As if someone pulled the string from her back, off she went. 

"If I didn't know how morally bankrupt you were before, it's clear as day now, you...you-you chiseler! You despicable thief! You stole my presentation so your little niecey princess could give it and take credit for it! That is just the sleaziest thing—even for you! If you had any decency at all, you'd be ashamed of your disgusting self! And as if that wasn't bad enough, you made off with the treats I brought too?! Just to add insult to injury?! Just the icing on the doughnuts, you slimy...slime-ball?!! You make me sick! I hope you die, the slowest, most painful, torturous death humanly possible! Or—no! No, actually, I take that back! The most painful death possible for whatever lower form of life you are! I, want, you, dead!" 

Halfway through her little rant, Paige had begun sitting back in her chair, idly rolling a pen between her fingers. She couldn't say she expected Tess to have no reaction whatsoever to this pilfering of her good work, but she wasn't about to let it intimidate her either. This was still her employee. A few moments after she stopped shouting, Paige answered her. 

"...Just what is it you're trying to say, Miss McGilles?" 

Tessie turned almost as red as the lava her blood had transformed into. She was ready to strangle her, but she had another idea first. She leaned down and slapped her palms on the surface of Paige's desk. 

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't report you to the labor union for this right now." 

The relaxed Paige was all too ready. 

"For but one," she began without missing so much as a beat, "The presentation has been placed in the capable hands of the company superiors, each and every detail of which is Demmy's as far as they are concerned, already putting any naysayers at a bit of a disadvantage in claiming ownership. For another, even if—hypothetically—it was yours, I'm afraid you'd have made the mistake of excluding your name from its contents, rendering your claim proofless. In simplified terms: your word against mine. 

"This, henceforth, disadvantages you yet further, Miss McGilles. You see, our higher-ups recognize that Paige Kinsington has not attained her position with J.D. & Associates through dishonesty. I, as you may know, have built a reputation in this company; a reputation of diligence, perseverance and integrity. I head an entire department, and my seniority is well-established in our circle. I've been around far longer than the labor union. I trained half the labor union. The labor union eats from the palm of my hand." 

Paige chose this moment to rise from her chair, meeting Tessie's scorned eyes. Her demeanor suddenly turned very hostile. 

"Whereas you...Miss McGilles, remain a mere pawn in my queendom. Don't flatter yourself by imagining you have freedom. Inside this building, during these hours, I own your freedom. I tell you to run, and how quickly. To jump, and how high. To grovel, and how pitifully. Because otherwise, I can make things quite difficult for you. You think I've been a bear to work for to this point? You've seen nothing yet. Of course, if you wish to resign, then resign. At any point. That is the one decision that's yours to make. But I suggest you bear in mind that given the prestige of J.D. & Associates, future employers will contact me for reference." 

She briefly paused for effect, deepening her voice for more ominosity. 

"...And I've no qualms about seeing to it that you never work in the city of Juniper again." 

It was now Paige's turn to conclude her speech, leading into a short staring contest. The office fell eerily silent. Finally, Paige backed off and sat down in her desk chair. 

"But, then again, you only asked for one reason, now did you not?" 

Tess didn't know what to do or say. She hadn't been aware of a lot of this. If these things were true, Paige really did seem to be holding the winning hand here. Tess wouldn't put it past her to fib, but adding the heinous act of lying to her accusations was serious. If she did report Paige, and falsely accused her of something, she could face dire consequences. This conversation had brought her a long way back to rational thinking. She began to restrict herself to the mantra of, Better safe than sorry... 

But...what are we going to do, just let her get away with this?? 

Several more moments of silence passed as Tess weighed her thoughts. Suddenly, her boss raised her head to glare at her. 

"What are you staring at?" Paige asked her coldly. 

Tess opened her mouth, but this time no words found their way out. 

"I...I-I..." 

Paige narrowed her eyes to slits. 

"That's what I thought," she snarled. 

"Get the hell back to work." 

*** 

It Just Takes A Beat To Turn It Around 

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015, 5:42 p.m. 

"Hello, this is the lovely Mrs. Sandra Burton speaking. What can I do for you on this glorious day?" 

"Enough with the small talk, Sandy. It's me." 

"Tesser! Long time no nothin'! How ya been in five hours?" 

"Beyond hell and back. Sandy, I totally changed my mind. Y'know that offer of yours? I'm taking you up on it. Torture my boss." 

"...Heh?" 

"You heard me. I want her evil ass dead, but I realize that's asking a little much. I just want her taken down a few hundred pegs." 

"I see...um, Tess, just out of my own curiosity...what happened? Your presentation didn't go so great?" 

"Oh, nooooo! Oh, no, Sandy, it went just Jim-freaking-DAN-dy!" 

"...Then...why do I feel I've missed something significant here?" 

"Sandy, are you sitting down?" 

"...IIIII...am now." 

"Sand, the witch stole my presentation while I was in the ladies' room so her little royal niece could give it herself." 

"..." 

"Sandy?...Did you hear what I just told you?" 

"...Wwwwhoa." 

"Uh-huh...yeah, then when I confronted her about it, and threatened to report her to the labor union, she rattled off this whole dissertation to me about how she's got them wrapped about her little finger, and basically convinced me that no matter what I do, she wins, I lose. So finally, when she gets me in a spot where I don't know what to say to her anymore, she snaps at me to—and I quote—'Get, the hell, back to work.'" 

"Whew...well, I'll be a daughter of a bitch. 

"Well, now, y'know, Tessie, I have been known to bring about a change of heart in your occasional stubbornhead. As you may be aware, I've got my methods; a few nice, persuasive tricks up my sleeve. But, babe, as much as I hate to sound like your Mommy...are you sure this is what you want? It could have its consequences." 

"Sandy...the only thing I wanted was my chance to give that presentation. It was good. I believed in those ideas! I worked so gosh-damn hard! I really thought this would be my opportunity to make something of myself! I just... 

"...Sandy, I have never...in my life...felt so betrayed." 

"Oh, Tessie, sweetie, I... 

"T—...Tessie?...Ar—...are you crying?" 

"...Oh, God, I am...how embarrassing. A thirty-eight-year-old woman sobbing like an eight-year-old girl." 




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"It's not embarrassing, Tess. It's human. And your age isn't a factor. Heaven's sake, I'm on my way to fifty, and I'd probably be reacting the exact same way. Don't be ashamed, sweetie. Don't hold back. Let loose the waterworks." 

"..." 

"'Atta girl. A'right, Tessie. It's okay." 

"I just hate her, Sandy...I just hate her so much. She cheats on her husband too. Did I tell you that? Everyone in the office knows it. Can you believe that? Who would marry her?? How desperate does this poor guy have to be??" 

"It's gonna be fine, Tess. This is all gonna be just fine. We're gonna get this bitch." 

"W—...we, uh...we are?" 

"Hey, nobody hurts my friends without paying for it. I've got your back, Tess." 

"Oh...oh, thank you, Sandy. I knew I could count on you." 

"You'd better believe it. Now hang on a second, sweetie, I'm gonna put you on speaker so me and Lou can talk to you together... 

"...Okay, Tess? Lou's here with me, and you're on speaker. Can you hear us?" 

"Yeah, sure." 

"All right. Here's what we're gonna do..." 

*** 

Mystery Guests 

Friday, July 24th, 2015, 4:57 p.m. 

A new bounce in her step today, Tess slogged through the final day of the week, keeping her spirits up. She endured Paige's doses of abuse as they came, refusing to let them get her goat. More importantly, she acted as if yesterday hadn't happened, and furthermore, announced that she'd be working late this evening. She didn't know how Paige might be taking this attitude of hers, and she frankly didn't care. Her mind was consumed with the events that were to commence within the next half hour. She prayed things just went according to plan. She knew Sandy wouldn't weasel out on her, but still lots of things could go wrong. 

She focused enough to get her work done, but starting at 4:45, she cast a series of glances out the window, nervously awaiting her friends' arrival. The little hand crept nearer and nearer the momentous 5, putting a smile on the faces of many weekend-patient workers. As the bigger hand inched in on the 12, Tessie's heart beat harder and quicker accordingly. As more and more of her colleagues took off, Tess watched the lot down below grow emptier and emptier. Sandra had made it clear that she and Lou would be along very shortly before the top of the hour. Finally, three minutes to go, the distinctive blue Monte Carlo swept in and took a spot. 

Tessie jumped. She told her backflipping belly to please, please, please keep lunch down. She shut her eyes and assured herself that things would be okay. Sandy was here to help her, and the woman was true-blue. She knew how to get things done, and one thing she did not do was double-cross those who trusted her. Her husband Lou was likewise as loyal and trustworthy. Had Tess looked back out the window to see them, she would have taken note that the Burtons were both dressed in black, carrying their totes of equipment, and wearing matching wrap-style sunglasses. They looked like C.I.A. agents. 

As Tess waited, taking deep breaths, feet starting to quiver, her phone lit up. On silent mode, it blinked, indicating she had the text they had agreed the Burtons would send her. The text simply read, "We're here," but the content itself was immaterial. When Tess got it, she was to meet them at the doorway to her office suite, after which she would let them in, guide them to Paige's office, and... 

...Let the games begin, so to speak. 

Paige normally worked till 5:30 or 6:00 at the earliest, so Tess knew she'd be sticking around. A few other co-workers, including Demmy, also stayed past the 5:00 point. Ideally, the situation would take place with the office empty, but Tess didn't worry too much about that. No remaining workmates posed a threat to their plan—with the possible but unlikely exception of Demmy, who sat at the other end of the suite anyway. The coast was clear enough. Tess ushered the Burtons in, took them down the hall and around the corner, peeked through the door crack to make sure Paige was inside, and gave them an A-OK. They left their bags of materials with Tess for the moment. Sandy made sure the first item to be put to use was in her pocket, ready for quick access, and it was a go. 

Her name was carved in a plate affixed on the door, but Lou and Sandra were obliged nonetheless to make the confirmation. Paige looked up as the man and woman in black sauntered into her office, still cloaked in their shades. 

"May I help you?" she said, a bit puzzled. 

"Paige, Kinsington?" the woman asked, chewing off each syllable with an air of enmity, just the way Tess had the previous day. 

"...Yes...and you are...?" 

"Quite well, thank you," the gentleman replied. 

Paige raised one eyebrow. 

"...Uh-huh." This not exactly being what she meant, she remained perplexed. 

"And, is there something I can do for you today, Mister and Miss Quite Well, Thank You?" 

The two looked at each other, exchanging a smirk. 

"She's got an interesting sense of humor, this one," the woman remarked. "I can appreciate that, but at the same time, Mrs. Kinsington, we've got a little something to hash out with you." 

Paige didn't like this. These two characters looked shady, and something just wasn't quite right with their presence in and of itself. She wanted to get to the bottom of this, but something told her that wouldn't exactly be easy. 

"Well...perhaps you can start by explaining to me who you are, and what you're doing here." 

Paige's curiosity about her two mystery visitors was predictable—their names, among other things. And so Tess and the Burtons had agreed on a codeword/-name to execute their next big step. They wanted a fairly common word which could also be perceived as a surname, something that could reasonably serve either purpose. They had settled indiscriminately on "Chambers." 

"Very well," said Sandy, raising her voice so Tess could hear outside. Careful not to sound too obvious or telling, she intoned— 

"The name...is Chambers." 

Tess let out a hushed gasp. That was her cue. As rapidly as her reflexes allowed, she pushed Paige's door shut from the outside. Slam! Tess now having done her part, it was up to the Burtons to secure her. Abruptly rushing Paige on either side, they afforded her as little time as possible to realize that the door had been closed, and that something was definitely up. 

"Hey, wh—hey!" Paige shouted as they came at her around the desk. "What are you doing?!" 

She rose from her chair. Lou reached her first, seizing her by the wrists and pulling her hands behind her back. 

"Ah—hey, wh—hey, what the hell!" Paige exclaimed. "What do you think you're do—" 

Sandy danced around Paige's legs as she tried to kick at her. She went into her pocket and whipped out the wad of alcohol-soaked paper towels. Left arm around Paige's neck, Sandra smacked her in the face with the paper towels in her right hand. Paige continued to protest for several more moments, until the inevitable: she went dizzy, her eyes fluttered, and she was out. 

Tess listened from outside to the sounds of the scuffle. She knew basically what she'd be hearing, and she knew it would frighten and alarm her. She wasn't in the habit of manipulating folks by their minds and bodies the way the Burtons were. She worked through the unavoidable panic in her mind, praying no one around was left in earshot—especially Paige's niece. She got through the panic by reminding herself what had happened the day before: her presentation, the way Paige had screwed her over, the betrayal and the humiliation...okay, she was less panicked now. Paige had given her good motivation to go through with this. 

Tessie kept her eyes peeled for anyone who might be coming by, from any direction. Finally, a couple of minutes later, the door quietly opened, and Lou and Sandy herded her inside with their bags, once her boss had been knocked cold. 

Slam. 

Click. 

*** 

Fickle Bitches 

Friday, July 24th, 2015, 5:33 p.m. 

Tess' panic began to flare up again as the three of them discreetly dragged Paige out in front of the desk and undressed her. 

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" she fretted, heart beating wildly. "I can't believe I'm doing this to my boss!" 

"Shhh!" Sandy hissed at her. "You want her to wake up early and screw this up for us??" 

She had a point. Tessie piped down, but a few frightened whimpers still escaped. 

The Burtons had removed their sunglasses. They disturbed Paige's body as little as possible disrobing her, starting with her shoes. They piled up the garments and stashed the growing heap in a corner. Sandy and Lou grew more and more excited as Paige grew more and more naked, though Tess wasn't sure how keen she felt seeing her boss in the buff. But she did like the idea of Paige stripped to the bone, being taken control of and rendered powerless this way. 

Once Paige was stark nude, bra and panties tossed to the top of the clothes pile, the trio took an incumbent moment to marvel at her curvy physique, then got on with it. They rolled her onto her belly, then Lou and Tess pulled her feet near either end of the desk, while Sandy took two pairs of thick velvet cuffs from their bags. She then fastened a cuff to Paige's right ankle, fastened the other end to the corresponding desk leg, and then did the same on the other side. As she did this, Lou retrieved a three-way cuff, pulled over a chair to stand on, and attached this cuff to the fortuitously placed (and hopefully sturdy) ceiling fixture in the middle of the room. 

The next step would require more exertion. The three of them joined together to reach under Paige's still unconscious body, around her middle and torso, and lift her to a stance. When they got her to her feet, they raised her arms just high enough to place her wrists in the triple cuff's two unoccupied sleeves. As they finally secured her, they breathed a sigh of relaxation. 

"Okay!" Sandy said softly with a light clap of the hands. "Now then...oh yes! Blindfold!" 

Tess handed Sandra the strip of lacy black silk, which Sandy slipped over Paige's eyes. Lou took out and set up his tripod. He began rolling, having at the same time activated a small audio recorder he gave Tess to hold. Sandra placed her hands on the papers, calendars and everything else on Paige's desk, and swept it all to the floor in one quick flourish. She proceeded to prance around the mess, grab the bags with their remaining contents, plop them on the desk, and crawl onto it herself. At last, it was time. 

Sandy brought out her playful side to wake Paige back up. She rose up on her knees behind Paige's back, sat her chin on Paige's shoulder to reach her ear, and vigorously tickled her under the arms. "GOOCHIE-GOOCHIE-GOOCHIE-GOOCHIE-GOOCHIE!" 

It was just enough to shake Paige out of her drunken stupor. Her brain sent a signal of conscious panic, stirring her to life. 

"Whaaaaaaah!" Paige cried, realizing she was being tickled. She hated that. 

The first she heard was a chorus of giggly laughter. She whipped her head back and forth, trying to move, finding she could not. 

"What the—..." she uttered. She rattled the cuffs. "Where am I?! What's going on here?!" 

"You're in ze sout of France, mademoiselle," Sandy cooed in her ear, prompting more laughter from Tess and her husband. 

Paige turned her head some more to her left and right, trying to find where this voice was coming from. 

"Wh—...what??" 

Sandy's only answer to this outburst was to reprise her role as the tickle monster, digging next into her tummy and ribs. 

"AAAAAAAHHHAAHAAHAHAAAHAHAAHAHAAAAAHHH!" Paige exploded. "Omigod, STOPPIT!!" 

"Very well," Sandra agreed. "That was just to, eh...warm you up a bit, so to speak. So then, Mrs. Paige Kinsington...I take it you're curious about your newfound predicament, yes?" 

"That depends," Paige scowled, refusing to give whomever these were the satisfaction of her intimidation. "Are we going to be adults, and untie me, so we can talk about whatever's going on here??" 

"OHHHhhh," Sandy nodded in revelation. "Adulllllts. I see. So then, Mrs. Kinsington, perhaps you can enlighten me. Now, just speaking hypothetically, let's just say...just for laughs...let's say a department boss decided to...oh, I dunno...steal her employee's work and take credit for it herself. Or give the credit over to, say...a relative, mayhaps! A, uh...niece. Just for the sake of argument." 

The trio did derive some satisfaction in the expressions Paige's face morphed through during this "hypothesis" of Sandra's. Now she believed she had some clue as to what this was all about. 

"Now," concluded Sandy, "Would you consider that the behavior of a person who decided to act like an adult?" 

Paige adopted Tessie's signature move: the Sigh Of Irritation. 

"I see," she grumbled. "Am I to assume this is in reference to Miss McGilles?" 

"Oh, now, Paigey, my friend," Sandy smiled, "You know what they say about folks who 'assume,' do you not?... 

"They say...that it makes an 'ass'..." 

She suddenly gave Paige a sharp goose, right between her jiggling ass cheeks. 

"Aaaaaaaahhh!" 

"Out of 'u' and 'me.'" 

"You—!" Paige exclaimed. "Y-you took my clothes off?!" 

Sandy gasped. "Did I??" she asked in surprise. "Well, let's just see here..." She reached down between Paige's legs to the front, fondled her naked bush, and let out another, larger gasp. "Your pussy! Why, you naughty thing, you!"  

Paige screamed again. "You sick freak!" she hollered. "What is wrong with you??!" 

Sandy slipped her hands over Paige's torso, hugging her from behind, groping her breasts and diddling her nipples. 

"I'll tell you what's wrong with me, P.K.," she murmured ominously, leaning up to Paige's ear again. "You see, Tessie McGilles is my good friend. I deeply care for her, as I do all my friends. 

"And I don't like it when someone mistreats my friends." 

Her ill-disposed tone sent a chill up Paige's spine, combined with the knowledge that she was naked, and couldn't move. What was this strange freaky woman going to do to her? 

"You may think of me as your own personal payback, Paige. Payback, justice, karma...you know them. They're fickle bitches." 

Paige sighed again. "Okay, look, lady, I'm sorry, I—" 

Sandra had been waiting for that. She shook her head, keeping her smirk up. 

"Oh, no, no, no," she vetoed. "No, you don't. 'Cause you see, that's not how it works. We're all familiar with that variety of apology, the 'only-sorry-because-you-got-caught' apology. You weren't sorry yesterday, when you stabbed her in the back the way you did." 

Paige emitted a whimper. So she wasn't getting out of this with her quick-fix-apology ploy. She figured she might as well woman up, and accept the castigation headed her way...however excruciating it may be... 

Sigh. "A'right," Paige exhaled in apprehension. "What're you gonna do to me?" 

"Well, golly, Paige, my lady," Sandy vamped for time, rummaging through one of her bags of fun, "I could tell you, but y'know, in cases like this, I believe it's far more fun to show, rather than tell." 

Paige could tell she wasn't going to like this. 

"Oh, for God's sake, whatever you're gonna do, would you just do it and get it over with already?" 

"Well, now, isn't someone in a hurry. You're saying that as if what we've got in store for you's only gonna take a minute." 

Paige grumbled under her breath. 

"Well, how long is it gonna take?" she growled through her teeth. 

"Patience, pa-tience!" Sandra chided, patting Paige on the left cheek. "You're gonna have to stop acting like a boss for a while." 

"The hell I am," Paige argued. "And you can let your little friend Miss McGilles know that she's fired, by the way." 

Tess' face went into a state of alarm, half-expecting this. But Sandy wouldn't let that happen. 

"Ho-ho-ho," Sandy chortled wryly. "Oh, no, ma'am. Tess is most certainly not fired. Not while I have something to say about it." 

"Oh, yes, she is, Miss Psycho Witch." 

Lou piped up from behind the tripod. "Uh, 'scuse me—that's Mrs. Psycho Witch to you, lady." 

Paige incredulously turned her head in Sandy's direction. 

"Someone married you?...And he's here??" Paige squealed in disbelief. 

Sandy could see it was time to put a toy to use. She went into one of her bags, fished out a Violet Wand shaped like a candle, and tossed the extra long cord in Tess' direction, silently signaling to her to plug it into the wall. Tess quietly obeyed. 

"I could ask you the same, my friend. Only, unlike yourself..." Sandra grinned, already enjoying this. 

"...I do not cheat on my husband." 

Paige's face went into shock under the blindfold. Her blood ran ice-cold. 

"Wh—who-who told you that??!" she demanded to know. "That-th—...that is a vicious lie! I've never cheated on him!!" 

But the trio could patently tell it was Paige who was lying. As she stated so, her body began twitching and a rash of red goosebumps flushed under her neck. Had she been hooked to a polygraph, it would have started going crazy. Sandy shook her head and activated the Violet Wand in her hand, touching the tip of the candle flame to Paige's left ass cheek. 

"Liar, liar, ass on fire." Zzzztt! 

Paige jumped. "YEOWCH!" she shrieked. 

This reaction was so satisfying, it elated Sandy. She laughed out loud, so excited she shivered with glee. 

"Holy sh—...what the hell did you just do to me, you sick bitch??!" Paige screamed, losing her composure. 

"We're posing the questions here, babe," Sandra informed her. "But, since you asked..." 

She moved the candle tip to the right ass cheek and again squeezed the button. 

Zzzzztt! "YAAAAAHH!" 

"...That," giggled Sandy, answering her query. "Now if you'll just be honest with us, that won't happen again. 

"So then, what was that comment about cheating on your husband?" 

Sandra alternatingly tapped Paige's ass cheeks. Paige moaned and thrust forward, trying to escape the shocking sensation, still resistant to answer. Sandy began losing patience. She reached between her legs and brushed the tip of the candle over Paige's pussy. 

"Tell the truth or your kitty gets it, Paige." 

"YEEEEallright! All right, I cheated on him!" Paige admitted, blinking tears from her eyes under the blindfold. "Okay?? Is that what you wanna hear, you psychotic sadists??!" 

"As a matter of fact, yes," Sandy praised. "Now, how often? How many times? Give me a number." 

Paige scoffed indignantly. "None of your damn business!" she asserted. 

Sandy reached forth between Paige's legs again, poked the Wand tip up into her bush, and electrocuted her pussy. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" 

This scream blew Paige's earlier outbursts out of the water. Sandra was losing mercy by the second. 

"Answer my question, Paige." 

Paige threw out a noise which was a cross between a sigh and a sob. 

"Eight!" she fumed. "Eight times! All right?!" 

Six eyebrows in the room raised. 

"...Were these eight different guys?" was Sandy's next question. 

"...Um...n-not exactly." 





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"What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" 

Paige half-sighed/half-sobbed again. 

"...One of them was...a...girl." 

Six eyes in the room popped wide open. 

"WHOA-hohhh," the Burtons chorused. Sandra continued, "Now how do you think it would make your husband feel to hear that?" 

Sigh/sob. "Look, lady, I know it'd make him feel like hell, a'right?!" Paige conceded. "I already told you I'm sorry!" 

"Ah, ah, ah," Sandy reminded her. "You know how we feel about those fake apologies and those croc tears." 

"The tears are real!" Paige insisted. "You're already making me cry! For God's sake, what more do you want?" 

Sandy let the tip of the Wand's candle glide over Paige's left inner thigh. Anticipating more torture, Paige tensed up. 

"PLEASE DON'T!" she hollered. 

"Then admit to us what you did to Miss McGilles yesterday afternoon," Sandra ordered her, holding the Wand just under her taint. 

"...If I do, are you gonna let me go?" 

Zzzztt! "YEEEEEOOOWGODDAMMIT!!" 

"You're powerless to bargain here, Paige. Don't try to negotiate. You're just making things harder on yourself. Just do what we say, and this'll be a whole lot easier for all of us." 

Paige couldn't express how much she loathed being taken control of in such ruthless ways, but she couldn't logically deny being powerless. As diabolical as all this was, Paige had to admit to herself that what she had done to Miss McGilles the previous day was just as—if not more—ruthless. She may have seen why she was getting her proverbial just desserts, but this didn't mean she liked it. 

"Fine..." Paige blew out her breath, and confessed under it. 

"Ah stul uh pruhfafayfuh." 

Sandy made a face behind her. 

"Uh, I'm sorry?" she asked, slipping the tip of the Violet Wand between Paige's cheeks, threatening her asshole. "What was that?" 

Paige gasped. "I stole her presentation!" she yelled, clear as day. 

Sandra nodded. "Very good." And solely because she could, she proceeded to shock Paige's asshole anyway. 

Zzzztt! "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" 

Paige came out of the latest shock now bawling like an infant. But Sandy refused to relent. 

"And what did you do with it after having stolen it, Paige?" 

Paige was learning to cooperate more and more quickly, with less and less pushback. 

"Um, I...uh..." 

This was difficult for her, but she really couldn't use any more pain. 

"...I gave it to my niece and told her I made it for her so she could present it." 

The vengeful trio exchanged glances around the room. 

"Interesting," Sandy commented after a moment. "And now for the real important question, Paige, my gal. 

"Obviously being an intelligent, professional grown businesswoman...why would you do such a thing?" 

Another eerie silence settled over the office. Paige squirmed in discomfort, realizing she had been inescapably boxed into a corner. She was starting to recognize the enormity of the situation. She could see this torment going on indefinitely, possibly all night. However, something else was to intervene in the meantime. Behind Lou and his camcorder, there was an unsuccessful tug on the door. A couple of moments later, the lock clicked, and the door was pulled ajar. 

"Hey, Aunt Paige, why's your door loc—AAAHH! Oh my God!" 

Demmy indeed had a key to Paige's office, rendering Sandra's scheme imperfect. But Sandy didn't allow herself to worry. 

"Well, well," she remarked, addressing their guest. "Little niece Kinsington herself, I presume?" 

The stunned Demmy was in a bit too much shock to answer any questions, but she suddenly had about a dozen of her own. 

"Who are you??" she exclaimed. "What are you doing to my aunt??!" 

"You know, I'm glad you asked that question," Sandy smiled at her. "'Cause as it turns out, we were just talking about you." She clapped Paige's shoulder. "How 'bout it, Paiger? Like to tell your niece what you just told us?" 

"Demmy, call the police!" Paige urged. "Call Uncle Wayne!" 

Lou stepped in, looking up from behind the camcorder. "Um, I'm not sure you wanna do that," he volunteered. 

"Why not?!" the Kinsingtons asked in unison. 

Lou turned to Tess, who held the audio recording device. "Go back about four minutes and let's see what we've got," he instructed. 

"What?" Paige wanted to know. "What are you talking about?" 

Lou'd shown Tess how to work the device prior to launching into their teaching Paige this elaborate lesson, so she stopped the recording, activated the digital rewinding mechanism, backed up four minutes, and pressed play. 

"—appen again," Sandy's voice came through. "So then, what was that comment about cheating on your husband?" 

Paige heard herself moan on the recording, and launched into one of the most nuclear freak-outs on record (no pun intended). 

"WHAT THE F—...you were TAPING ME??!" she shrieked. "MOTHERf—" 

She abruptly remembered her much younger, grown but impressionable niece was in the room. 

"—kitty gets it, Paige," said the recording device, bridging Sandy's threats to Paige's confession. 

"YEEEEallright! All right, I cheated on him! Okay?? Is that what you wanna hear, you psychotic sadists??!" 

The recording went on, but Demmy stopped listening as a look of horror came over her face. 

"What?" she asked. "...A—...Aunt Paige?...You...you cheated...on Uncle Wayne??" 

"Demmy, don't listen!" Paige shouted over the playback. "These are lies! It's all lies! I—" Zzzztt! "AAAAAHHH!!" 

"What're you doing to her??" Demmy cried, her voice cracking. "What is going on here?!" 

"Calm yourself, sweetheart," Sandy said. "Just calm down, and listen. You'll understand where all this is going in just another sec." 

"Demmy, do not listen!" Paige argued. "This is your aunt speaking! And I am telling you—" 

"OKAY, a'right," Sandra sighed. She dug into the bag again, retrieved a roll of duct tape and a pair of scissors, cut off a strip, leaned up beside Paige, and silenced her. "There. That oughta do it. Now then, let's just all take a nice listen." 

Demmy already felt very distraught, but she made herself take a seat and a few deep breaths. The recording went on. 

"—make your husband feel to hear that?" 

Sigh/sob. "Look, lady, I know it'd make him feel like hell, a'right?! I already told you I'm sorry!" 

"Ah, ah, ah...you know how we feel about those fake apologies and those croc tears." 

"The tears are real! You're already making me cry! For God's sake, what more do you want?...PLEASE DON'T!" 

"Then admit to us what you did to Miss McGilles yesterday afternoon." 

"If I do, are you gonna let me go?" Zzzztt! "YEEEEEOOOWGODDAMMIT!!" 

"You're powerless to bargain here, Paige. Don't try to negotiate. You're just making things harder on yourself. Just do what we say, and this'll be a whole lot easier for all of us." 

"Fine...ah stul uh pruhfafayfuh." 

"Uh, I'm sorry? What was that?" 

"I stole her presentation!" 

Demmy's eyes widened. "You what?" 

"Ah!" Sandra held up a finger. "Just a moment, sweetie. There's more." They hushed again to continue listening. 

"—after having stolen it, Paige?" 

"Um, I...uh...I gave it to my niece and told her I made it for her so she could present it." 

"Okay, that's enough," Sandy announced to Tess over the playback. "You can turn it off now." 

Tessie did so, and again, dead silence took over. Paige hung her blindfolded, tape-muted head in shame. Demmy didn't know what to do, say or think. She turned briefly to look at Tess. 

"So, that...that was what you were so upset about yesterday, Miss Tess?" 

Paige, who had not known Tess was in the room this whole time, perked up. "Mmmmff?!" 

Tessie nodded. "Yes, Demmy. It was." 

"Oh—oh-oh my God!" Demmy put her hands over her flushing cheeks in guilty consternation. "You mean I gave your presentation...and I got the credit for it??" 

"'Fraid so, sweetie," Sandy nodded. "But it wasn't your fault; you were just doing what your dear auntie told you to do." 

Demmy started to cry. 

"Oh my God, I can't believe this!" she wept. "I feel terrible! Oh, Miss Tess, I am so sorry! I really had no idea! Honest!" 

"It's all right, Demmy," Tess consoled her. "I know you didn't know. You were innocent." 

"But that still doesn't make it okay!" Demmy tearfully lamented. "Those people think all that stuff came from me and Aunt Paige!" 

"And the doughnuts," Sandy added. 

"The doughnuts?" Demmy looked up at her naked, embarrassed aunt. "You mean we stole the doughnuts too??" 

No answer. Sandy waited a moment, then spanked Paige hard on the tush. 

"Hey!" she prompted. "Your niece asked you a question, lady. That requires a 'yes' or 'no.' You can nod or shake your head. Although by this point, I'm pretty sure the girl already knows the answer." 

Nothing left for Paige to do, she nodded. Still in disbelief, Demmy stood from her chair, looking her aunt right in the blindfold. It seemed an eon, as her gaze gradually transformed into a disenchanted scowl, before she finally spoke. 

"Shame on you, Aunt Paige." 

Paige arched her eyebrows. "Mmmff? Mmf fwehmw—" 

Demmy waved her hand. "Whatever you're saying, I don't wanna hear it. I can't believe you'd do these awful, rotten things, and then get me involved. Especially after all the things you've taught me! You...you lied to me!...I'm...I am just so disappointed in you!" 

Paige attempted again to make muffled amends to her niece through the duct tape. But Demmy was through with it. 

"No. No, Aunt Paige, I don't care. I'm ashamed of you. I loved and admired you for the longest time. I feel sick right now." 

She about-faced around and reached for the doorknob, turning back for a moment to address Sandra. 

"Um...Miss...Lady On My Aunt's Desk, I, uh...I'm not sure what to say. I feel like I should thank you for telling me the truth about Aunt Paige...but...I just dunno. I need some time to get this all sorted out." 

"We understand, Demmy," said Sandra. 

"Well, eh, at any rate, I'm gonna tell the superiors about all this first thing Monday, and I'm gonna make sure they know that it's Miss Tess who deserves the credit." She turned back to Tess. "Again, I'm really sorry. I know you said it's okay, but..." She shrugged. 

"Anyway, if you'll all please excuse me," she finished, "I think I'd better go have a little talk with Mom, Dad and Uncle Wayne." 

"A'right, I think we can dispense with this now," said Sandy, ripping the tape off Paige's mouth. 

"Ouch!" Paige shouted. "D-Demmy! Wait a minute! Please, w—..." 

She stopped as she realized her niece was not coming back. She dropped her head in defeat, feeling her seams coming apart. 

"That's a good kid right there, your niece," commented Sandy. "She's gonna be all right. 

"You, on the other hand...!" Her voice perked up, cheerful and naughty, as she reached into the bags again. 

"Oh, come on, for God's sake!" Paige pleaded. "Haven't I been through enough already??" 

"Oh, why, but we haven't finished playing with all our toys yet!" Sandy told her. "And I do feel it important to drive home the point to you of the ramifications of betraying your colleagues and family. Don't you?" 

"Gaw-w-w-wd," Paige whined. "What are you gonna do to me now?? RAPE me?!" 

Sandy gasped, pretending this wasn't exactly what she had in mind. 

"What a wonderful idea!" 

"What?! I—NO!! I-I-I didn't mean—" 

"Why, looky what I just happen to have right here!" Sandra displayed joyfully. "It's a nice, big, double-headed latex DIL-do!" 

"Wha—no! D—stop it! G—aaahh!" Paige writhed back and forth as Sandy impishly whapped her in the face with the toy. "Get that thing away from me, you sicko!" 

"Away from you? On the contrary!" She held it out in Tess' direction, letting it flip and flop all around. 

"Tessie?...Would you like to do the honors?" 

Tess was hoping to be bestowed with such a delightful delegation. 

"Hee hee...I'd love to." 

Paige's heart rate quadrupled in terror. She tried to accumulate some authority, even if all her credibility was shot. 

"N-now-now, Miss McGilles, remember what I said to you about seeing to it that you never work in this city again." 

"Ho-ho!" Tessie chortled, turning back and winking at Lou behind the still-running camcorder. "I'm soooo scared." 

They debated briefly on whether or not they should replace the tape over Paige's mouth, but ultimately opted for not doing so, gleaning more enjoyment hearing her crying and suffering with her mouth wide open. They also very much relished completely ignoring her pleas, requests, demands and entreaties for mercy. 

"O-kay, Paigey!" sang Sandy, tickling her spine with dancing fingertips. "Any last words?" 

Paige had all but given up on life by this point, but didn't want to yield them any more satisfaction by letting them see her cry. 

"Just get it the hell over with," she grumbled. 

"Well, WE're not very much in the spirit of such a festive occasion, now are WE?" chuckled Tess. 

Hearing girlish giggles behind and in front of her, Paige cringed at the uncomfy sensations she felt: soft, petite fingers grabbing at her flesh, prodding her tits, tweaking her nipples...painful small pinches on her ass...a tongue licking her side...teeth intimately sinking into her neck and torso...objects she couldn't identify tickling her legs, bellybutton, armpits, nostrils, ears...nails grazing from her pussy to her ass...lips pressing to her upper arms...fingers running through her hair...scratching down her back... 

Paige couldn't take it anymore. 

"ERRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!" she screamed. "Would you just do it to me already?!!" 

"Ooooh, I love it when they talk dirty, don't you?" Sandy giggled to Tess. Turning back to Paige, she explained, "Easy, Paigey baby, easy! We're just trying to get you in the mood! Don't you just love foreplay??" 

This was like the nightmare to end all nightmares. Under different circumstances, Paige might almost consider this fun. But not today. It was like an out-of-body experience in hell. Was it possible this was all just a horrible nightmare?  

If it was, it was about to get worse. A skeevy feeling rode Paige head to soles as she felt her pussy lips being pried open. She gasped. 

"NO-O-O-O! Pleeeease!" 

"'No'??" Tess repeated. "Why, Paige, I thought you wanted us to just do it and get it over with!" 

"I changed my mind!" Paige howled. "Please don't rape me!!" 

"Oh, I don't think I can resist now," Tess shook her head, tapping Paige's tummy with the dildo. "Sorry to disappoint you, boss." 

"Hey, tell you what, P.K.," proposed Sandra. "I'll provide you with a little distraction, to help you relax." 

She clamped her left hand over Paige's mouth, and placed her right middle fingertip inside her asshole. 

"MMMMMMMFFFF!!" shrieked Paige, trying to bite a chunk out of Sandy's hand. Her sphincter involuntarily tightened, then relaxed as Sandy fingered further inside her. Tessie logically chose this moment to cull Paige ajar and stuff her full of latex. 

Reiterating her previous eruption, Paige flung her head back and her eyes rolled straight in the same direction. 

"That's the spirit!" Sandra praised, taking and grinding Paige's earlobe between her teeth. "Isn't this romantic??" 

The trio laughed. "Romantic" was not the word Paige would have chosen, but she had a bit too much on her mind at the moment to consider it. She broke out in repetitive yowls, feeling herself being invaded through both holes. Suddenly, horrific sparks started going off inside her. Try as she might, she couldn't ignore or deny the fiery dizzy sensations washing, dancing, crackling over her. Her mind remained opposed to the violation, but her libido saw it as less of a violation and more of a diversion from the things she'd done to ruin her life. By tomorrow, her private life, family relationships and job status could all be in tatters, but...her dampening cunt was eagerly swallowing that delicious dildo being shoved inside it. Truly, if she took all other factors out of this equation and just focused on the pussy and anal penetration, she'd have to admit it felt...strange, but...not altogether horrifying. 

She tried to take a minute to think about it amidst the raucous forced D.P. Being tied up and gang-raped by two women was the last thing on her mind when she got up this morning to come into the office. And she felt still shamed and humiliated, especially after being ratted out to her innocent niece, who was now so disillusioned by her. Her heart sank into the bitterness in the pit of her stomach when she remembered Demmy was on her way right now to tell her loved ones of Aunt Paige's evil acts. Hurting her niece—as well as her husband and employee—in this way made her realize how much she had really hurt herself. This weird lady who had orchestrated this whole surprise drop on her had been right, she discovered. She was not sorry when she had taken Miss McGilles' presentation the previous day. She was not sorry when she'd been with the seven men (and one girl) other than her husband. Had they not caught her, she would still be doing these kinds of cruel, spiteful things. She was only sorry because they had nabbed her and put an end to her selfish behavior. She continued crying, but now also for an additional reason. 

I hate myself...I'm a terrible person...I can't believe what I've dOHMYGOD!! 

Her self-berating was interrupted by the explosive sensation bursting loose inside her as Tessie decided to be a bit more adventurous—by spreading her cunt lips further apart, gently closing her teeth on her clit, and sucking. Paige went crazy. She felt Sandra's hand come away from her mouth, and her screeches of ecstasy spilled out like a broken dam. Sandy hugged her around the torso just below her tits, held on to her for support and began finger-banging her up the ass ever harder and faster while Tess performed her cunning linguistics. The blistering passion engulfing her proved effective in rerouting her thoughts, although Paige was somewhat puzzled why, instead of going on terrorizing her the way they were, they now seemed to be rewarding her with pleasure and erotic play. But then she thought, Maybe they're done punishing me...maybe I've suffered enough for them, and for whatever bizarre reason, maybe they're being nice to me now. Maybe I was wrong in not wanting them to rape me. 

A new wave of sweat broke out over Paige's voluptuous body, adding a glistening, photogenic sheen to her flesh. Lou very much approved, continuing to roll. Her skin flushed with more patches of red. Her nipples plumped over Sandy's left arm, and her blood-engorged cunt turned crimson inside and out. Her blindfold indeed heightened her remaining senses, carrying the degree of supernatural erotic bliss yet higher. She felt as if she were being pulled in two different directions. The assplay made her freak out; it was more than she could handle. The pussy and clit love, on the other hand—pun intended—she couldn't get enough of. Maybe she should think twice about firing Miss McGilles. Maybe she...maybe... 

Oh my God...OH MY GOD...I think I'm gonna cum! 

Paige headed into banshee mode, primally shrieking as she gasped for breath. Though she couldn't be aware, she wasn't to be granted orgasm just yet. Her tachometer had at least another rev to go. More sweat pooled and poured from her every nook and cranny. Teasing laughter and giggling intensified around her as Sandra and Tess watched the fruits of their labor being reaped. Paige whined with disappointment as they eased up momentarily, yanking her back away from the edge, bringing her tach down to zero. The Burtons were not ready for her to hit the pinnacle of their entertainment just yet. For their desired results, Paige would need a bit more prolonged teasing. Sandy shifted position, pinching Paige's tits and nibbling her shoulder blade. Tess needn't move an inch. 




How to Punish a Vindictive Boss



Paige felt herself pushed mercilessly into the next flood of overwhelming passion. She was losing her mind. The torrid sizzle was blinding. She arched her back, rolling her head around her shoulders, hide rosy and ripe. Her face and neck grew drenched. She didn't know how much more she could stand, but she knew it wasn't much. She had to pray they'd let her cum this time. She may have lost her diligence, perseverance and integrity, but she wasn't about to give up her chance for the orgasm of a lifetime. She blazed with hunger, with yearning and desire, pleading for sweet release. Sandra leaned up beside her ear. 

"I'm gonna make you see how it feels to be bossed, Paige. To be pushed around, and sexually harassed. Are you ready?..." 

Paige's solitary answer was a starved groan. She was only ready for one thing right now. Sandy smiled in satisfaction. 

"Good. 

"Cum, or you're fired." 

Paige's eyes popped open under the blindfold. As much wild exhilaration as had been thrust upon her, a new thought forced its way to the front. She heard and registered the ultimatum. Could this woman use the confession she'd given to get her terminated?? Could this possibly result in the permanent loss of her career, her autonomy, her source of income? Could it be she who would not work in this city again? What would happen to her? Amazing as it seemed, she now wasn't sure if she actually could cum. Ironically, with this level of pressure added, the responsibility fell much heavier on her shoulders. Her job meant everything to her. It was more than just a means to eat and live. It was part of her identity. There was more riding on this than met the eye, she saw. Would it suffice to simply achieve orgasm? What if she didn't cum intensively enough, or for long enough? If she didn't satisfy this demand? 

Sandy saw the worry strike Paige's face and psyche, even under the blindfold. And she loved it. This was all part of the reason she'd asked in the first place if Tess wanted her to "lean on" her boss, hoping Tess would say yes. It was just about as much asking permission to torment the woman as it was offering to do Tessie a favor. Sandra Burton, the psychology major, adored messing with menacing folks who posed a threat to her friends' happiness. She truly did love to nail these antagonists...in more ways than one. 

Paige felt herself being forcibly revved up once more. She didn't know if she could bear it, but she didn't have a choice. She whined and screamed in distress and in eagerness, wondering if her entire life was on the proverbial line. She wasn't honestly sure if this lady who'd been torturing her all this time held the keys in one method or another to take her job or more away from her, but having the power wielded over her in return for serving as a sexual slave...wound up being quite a turn-on. 

She's going to force me to cum, Paige told herself. She and Miss McGilles are going to force me to cum for them...or else I'll end up paying far more dearly than I already have today. She guessed she had better do as they wished. 

One part of Paige liked this smoking-hot subservience. Another hated it. She had no time to find an arbitrator. 

With less than sixty seconds to go, Paige's groans turned into throat-rocking tantrums. New trails of sweat covered their dry predecessors. Her heart slammed against her, pumping like never before. Everything quivered. Her hands squeezed into tight fists and her toes burrowed aggressively into the carpet. She wrenched incredibly hard on the cuffs, almost yanking the fixture right out of her ceiling. Her gleaming breasts heaved and bounced on Sandra's forearm. Her sopping maroon pussy dripped over Tess' hand and the floor under her. And endless stars danced and burst around her dizzy little head. 

Middle finger firmly lodged in Paige's asshole, Sandra slithered her remaining digits over her taint. She tossed a gesticulation signal to Tess, and Tess slipped her own middle finger up Paige's cunt with the dildo. Adding just this final extra bit of stimulation finally cinched the deal for her—that, together with Sandra's last searing words purred in her ear— 

"You're ours, Paige. 

"CUM. Now." 

There was nothing in her world that made it possible to hold back the slightest bit. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH!!" Paige blasted, skyrocketing through the orgasmic portal. "MYYYY GOOOOOOD!!" 

She came, gloriously and vividly. It shot through her cunt and splashed all over the latex dildo, all over Tessie's wrist, all over her inner thighs. Sandy felt her asshole muscle clench down so hard on her finger it almost cut it off. It was all the lot of them could have hoped for, and more. One of the most marvelous spectacles to be witnessed. And it was all captured on film. 

A series of lunges, screams and cum splashes later, the smoke cleared. As Paige slowly collected back pieces and fragments of her mind, Lou stopped rolling, and Tessie and Sandy trotted off to the ladies' room to clean up. It was after 7:00, and so Tess told Sandy not to worry; no one besides them would be left in the office by now. And the night janitor didn't come until 9:00. 

When they got back to Paige's office, she heard their voices and asked if they could now please let her go. 

"In just a moment," Sandy told her. "We'd just like to make sure our goals have been accomplished here this evening, Paige. Would you say that you've learned your lessons?" 

Paige immediately nodded, acquiescing without question; anything to just get out of this already. 

"Miss McGilles, if you're still here, I am so, so very sorry for all the mistreatment I've given you." 

"Ah!" A pleased Sandy clasped her hands. "Now there's a genuine apology." 

"And I promise you that from now on, things are going to be purely respectful around the office...uh, if I'm, erm...not fired, that is." 

"That's good," Sandra smiled, caressing one fingertip from between Paige's breasts down to her bellybutton. "And...?" 

"A-and-and, I'm going to apologize to my family, and...whatever happens between me and my husband, I'll never cheat again." 

"Good girl," reiterated Sandy. "Aaaand...?" 

"...And...I'll convince the company heads that it was Miss McGilles who deserves the credit for the presentation." 

This time she heard Tessie's voice, with a bit of karmic glee in her inflection. "And...??" 

"Oh, yes." Paige nodded one more time. "And the doughnuts." 

"A'right!" Sandy clapped. "That sounds good to me. Well, now, Mrs. Kinsington, I'd say that's a couple of well-spent hours. I think we've all taken something away from this little get-together, wouldn't you? 

"Oh, and, eh..." She reached for the blindfold. "I certainly hope you meant all of those things you said, Paige, because..." 

She whipped off the blindfold and held out an arm to her husband, who waved at her from behind the camcorder. Both of Paige's tear- and sweat-worn eyes widened in horror. 

"...Surprise!" Sandy turned back to her, grinning ear to ear. "We've got the whole thing, forever immortalized on tape." 

Paige's mouth collapsed open. "You didn't!" 

Lou nodded. "OH, but we did." 

"Yes, you see, Paige, my husband here and I are filmmakers. We produce original adult films on our web site. And we are always looking for lovely new playmates to take part in our adventures." 

Paige shook her head. "You have got to be kidding m—" 

"Ah, ah, ah," Sandy waggled a finger at her. "I'm not finished yet. Now Paige, we chose to record today's events, not to showcase in our shoot library, but to give you a little added incentive. To keep those promises you just made to Tess, and to your family. When we part ways a little later this evening, Paigey baby, we're going to assume..." Sandy spanked her. "...That you'll remain true to your words—on the honor system, if you will—in which case this tape will stay safely locked away in our basement. However... 

"Should we get word—from our friend Miss McGilles, or from anyone else—that you're up to no good again..." She paused to tap her chin. "Hmmm, how shall I put this... 

"...Well...let's just say you'll undoubtedly become quite the little Internet sensation." 

"In fact," added Lou, "I think we've already got the perfect title for the video." He waved a hand across the air, as if gesturing to four words on the screen forming the title. "'Cum, Or You're Fired.' Heh! Sounds like Donald Trump should be co-starring!" 

Paige whimpered. Sandy affectionately dabbed her on the nose. 

"Do we understand each other?" 

"Perfectly, ma'am." 

"I'm so glad. Well, then! We're just gonna pack up our stuff here, and then we'll be along to get you unshackled." Sandy and Lou put their toys and camera away, picked up the bags and departed momentarily, leaving Tess alone with her now humbled boss. 

"...You know, Paige," said Tessie, "I think I may owe you an apology as well, actually." 

Paige turned to her. "You do?" 

"Mm-hm. You see, I've decided to take a nice, loooong vacation...effective, well, in the very near future, and I haven't decided where or for many days yet, but, eh, I have decided that you're going to foot my bill for it." 

"What??" 

Tess smiled, rocking back and forth on her heels. 

"That's right. I want you to sign me a blank check, for me to do with as I will." 

"...M-Miss McGilles, that is not fair!" 

"Oh? Do you wanna be paid another little visit by my friends?" 

Sigh. "Just for future reference, are you going to exercise this technique every time you want something from me from now on?" 

Tess thought about it. 

"Mmm...probably." 

Paige hung her head and sulked. 

"But I wouldn't worry," Tess advised, taking a step closer to her. Her voice mellowed. 

"I really don't ask for all that much..." 

She took Paige's cheeks in her hands, leaned in to her, batted her eyes, and softly, passionately kissed her. 

"...Do I?"