3 comments/ 64040 views/ 5 favorites Human Resources By: mc_ellen This is an adult story. It is not for children, or young pets. It does not represent anything that has ever been done, nor should it ever be tried. If you are not interested in adult material, please hang up now. Please do not reprint this anywhere without asking me first. You have been WARNED. ----------- For Greg, my buddy. ----------- When the phone rang for Alice, a glance told me that it was the HR department. Dora Lynn, the new director of HR had been making herself known by sacking dozens of people in my department. Janice, Samantha, and now no doubt Alice would be the latest three women mercilessly let go by Dora Lynn, and apparently with pleasure. Dora's reputation as an "axewoman" who is brought in to simply dismantle companies, piece by piece, followed her from company to company, and the women in my department knew their fates long before those infamous meetings. After Alice returned with the same long face and dejected expression, they decided, with my help, to do something about it. After work, the four of us went out for drinks. Sitting around the table at TGIF's, listening to my friend's and former co-worker's feelings, tossing back Margarita's, settled it in my mind. My time in Nepal brought me a number of important things that I've used throughout my life. Beautiful rugs, fine jewelry, and a precious library of rare books had been my companions for years since my return from that mountainous country. However, without a doubt, the powder that I currently held in front of me was the prize of my collection. Although I had never used it, this is what the powder was invented for. "What if," I began, "we could get back at her? How far would you all go for revenge?" The other women stared at me blankly. Alice, the tallest and mousiest of the three squeaked, "um...What? I mean, we can't just, you know, hurt her or something. That wouldn't be right." Janice glanced at Alice nonplussed and then at me. "What did you have in mind? I mean, YOU weren't fired, so anything that you help us with may to cost you your job. I don't give a damn about hurting her--she's a total bitch and deserves what she gets--but I don't want you to get screwed in the act." "Well, if things go as I planned, the only one getting screwed will be Dora Lynn." I smiled, curling my lips. "I think it would be much more fun to hit her where it hurts most, than to physically hurt her, and I know of a way that we can stay completely in the background." Samantha sat quietly, thinking this all over. "It sounds like magic, Megan. What did you have in mind?" Turning towards Samantha, I briefly outlined my trip to Nepal, and the smooth, white power that one of the monks gave to me on our last meeting. "To control the hearts and minds, to convert to the light," he had said it was for, but I had gotten somewhat more detailed instructions from the local witch and set home immediately with my treasure, scared but excited. Who knew it would be nearly 10 years before I would try it out. "So," I concluded to the three women, "two to three days of drinks laced with this stuff, plus appropriate suggestions, should make her ours, to...well, to do whatever. Why don't you each go home and think about what you want from this and email me tonight with suggestions. You all still have a week left at the office to help. I'll let you know when things are..um..ready." The three women stood solemnly, looking me over. All three had the same obvious suspicious air, but the lustful, greedy, looks behind their eyes held my interest much more intensely. We would see what the night's mail would bring. ------------ From: alice@megacorp.com To: Megan@megacorp.com Date: 6/29 Subject: Dora Lynn Megan, Although I'm not totally sure about this, I would really like to see Dora Lynn paid back for her treatment of myself and my friends. Perhaps having her quit and forget all she knows about the HR business would be sufficient. I mean, I don't want to hurt her, she was only doing her job. Please let me know what Sam and Janice think. Alice ----------- I read Alice's email over a few times, wondering how she could be so damn constricted. Poor little Alice. Tall, gangly, and a bit mousy, she was one of the least aggressive people I knew. She really had no idea how to get back at someone, but maybe she'd be a bit more risqué after reading Janice's and Sam's suggestions. ------------ From: janice@megacorp.com To: Megan@megacorp.com Date: 6/29 Subject: The bitch Megan, This idea has me very excited. I want to get Dora to do all kinds of degrading things. Maybe have her dress like a slut at work? We could have her dying to wear shorter and shorter skirts, higher and higher heels, heavy makeup. And then we could have her have to take care of all the guys that she gets hot! Make her be the company slut! Oh, wow, just thinking about this feels great! Such wonderful revenge. She can keep her job--but her job will be very different. No more firings. Instead, blowjobs and humiliation. I love it! Let me know what the other's think of this, and what they've sent so far. Janice ------------ Now, this email didn't surprise me that much. Janice has always gotten wolf whistles at work, and always tended to dress a bit more provocatively than may have been necessary to "discourage" those whistles. Frankly, if I had her body and long blonde hair, I would have done the same thing. However, privately she always told me that although it was degrading, she liked the attention. I guess this open-ended suggestion-session was turning out to be a Rorschach test for fantasies. ------------- From: samantha@megacorp.com To: Megan@megacorp.com Date: 6/29 Subject: Our new toy. Megan, I think that I would like to keep Dora Lynn. I don't think that simply humiliating her or causing her to lose her job is enough. I need a slave, and she can be it. I think that Janice and Alice will learn to appreciate their new personal slut/slave and I will be happy to break her in. Nothing like a dedicated tongue on one's pussy to really make for a good weekend! Please inform the others of my decision and let me know if there are any issues with my choice. Samantha ------------- OK, now THAT surprised me. First of all, I had no idea that Sam liked other women. Of course, looking back and having never seen her with a man, even though she was pushing 6' tall, with bright red hair, green eyes, and a body and face that would make most grown men (and women!) cry, does sort of make more sense now. The dominant part, however, really surprised me. Thoughtful, a bit aloof, but a Dominatrix? Well, this was going to be interesting to share. ------------ From: alice@megacorp.com To: Megan@megacorp.com, samantha@megacorp.com, janice@megacorp.com Date: 6/30 Subject: re: Our new Toy Geez, Sam, are you crazy? That's immoral and illegal and besides, what about her friends and family? Wouldn't they look for her? Alice ---------------- From: janice@megacorp.com To: Megan@megacorp.com, samantha@megacorp.com, alice@megacorp.com Date: 6/30 Subject: re: Our new toy. Sam, I have to agree with Alice here. I mean, degrading and humiliating and ruining her is one thing, but a lesbian slave? That's a bit more than I want on my conscience. Janice ------------- From: samantha@megacorp.com To: Megan@megacorp.com, janice@megacorp.com, alice@megacorp.com Date: 6/30 Subject: re: Our new toy. Ladies, I think you're being short sighted. Imagine the advantages of having a full time slave...Someone always there for you, to service your every needs. Someone kneeling between your legs, licking and kissing whenever you feel an urge to be pleasured, at work or at home. And please don't tell me that it's the lesbian part of it that bothers you all. I mean, certainly janice or alice have thought of each other as beautiful and arousing, or thought of Megan or I that way? I don't mean to offend anyone, but Alice, when you wear those white, almost see through cotton pants, don't you think that others are looking at you, noticing you? And janice, don't tell me that you've never worn your black knit mini-skirt specifically to around me, or Megan, or alice before? I know that I've dressed to impress the three of you. So, before you decide against slavery and abject servitude, maybe you should consider your true feelings for Me and the other women that you all know around the office. It might feel pretty good. Samantha ------------ Needless to say, my eyes popped out of my head at this last email. What the hell was Samantha saying? I couldn't believe how brazen she was, how out and out sexual and unrestrained she was, and, I had to admit, how amazingly aroused I was feeling towards her.I blinked at that last thought and took a deep breath, firing up my email program, about to compose a truly difficult email about our rights, and about how I had been helping you and how that help had gone awry, and doesn't she understand that she can't say these things to non-lesbians, etc. But a major surprise was waiting for me when I logged into the office system. There was an email waiting from Dora Lynn. ------------ From: doralynn@megacorp.com To: Megan@megacorp.com Date: 7/1 Subject: Meeting Megan, I think we need to meet regarding the termination of your friends from your department, Samantha, janice and alice. Please come to my office at 12:00. Dora Lynn ------------- Courage quailing, I looked at my watch. 11:50 am. Oh, shit. I headed off to the bathroom, checked myself in the mirror, adjusted my makeup, fixed my hair, put on a fresh coat of deep red lipstick, slipped off my flats and put on my spike heels, pulled my sweater off so that my small, tight t-shirt was visible and removed my bra so that my now, rock-hard nipples were as obvious under my shirt as a stripper in a monastery. There, that seemed better. Something momentarily struck me as odd as I exited the ladies room, but I didn't have time to worry about it. I headed into Dora's office, shut the door, drank the drink she handed to me upon entering, and then sank to my knees under her desk, between her legs, eyes closing, tongue extending, nose quivering. Some time later, I found myself at my desk, with a strange scent on my nose and an odd taste on my tongue. Ah, well. A mint and a few moments later everything was back to normal. I opened my email program and a new message indicator flashed. ------------ From: samantha@megacorp.com To: alice@megacorp.com, janice@megacorp.com, Megan@megacorp.com CC: doralynn@megacorp.com Date: 7/1 Subject: suggestions Girls, I think we need to meet to discuss our ideas for Dora in person. Meet me in the conference room in 15 minutes. Samantha --------------- Walking back into the bathroom, I was unsurprised to see Alice and Janice there, getting primped and cleaned up as if for the dates of their lives. As my clothes came off and skirt/heels/t-shirt went on, I watched, detached as Janice and Alice did their own approximations of the same thing. Janice's short, compact, well toned form fit seamlessly into the tight, one piece French maid's outfit. The squeak of the black PVC as it was pulled over her otherwise naked form merely seemed to compliment the click of her 5" black patent leather heels as she turned on them expertly to admire the look and make sure her outfit was appropriate. Alice's long, gangly body suddenly didn't look so "gangly" in an ankle-to-neck, bright blue, latex cat suit. Zippers around her breasts, ass and pussy made it fairly clear to all who looked what she was built for. A final coat of lipstick and then the three of us turned down the private passageway from this bathroom to the conference room, talking secretively about our "plans" for Dora Lynn, and what we thought Samantha might want from us. Although some part of us probably should have suspected it, the sheer number of people in the conference room surprised even us. Of course, careful conditioning and days full of Nepalese powder drink kept us from being anything from the lustful, erotic, and utterly obedient slave sluts that we clearly were. As we dropped to our knees to crawl to the head of the table, taking our positions at the clits of Dora, Samantha, and the head of our division, it never occurred to us that this wasn't simply how corporate America was supposed to function. The negotiations for selling us to the highest bidder seemed a distant conversation that was not meant for our ears, although something about an "under-the-desk-job" for Martha Stewart did raise the briefest flicker of attention from me. Sensing the lapse, Dora Lynn simply pushed my head more firmly against her wet pussy until I redoubled my effort, business talk forgotten. By the conclusion of the meeting, after our Mistresses had used us thoroughly, we had tasted each other for their amusement, and we had serviced them to many, many orgasms, the idea of revenge did seem less sweet than it had at one time. I wonder what we were thinking? ------------- Comments, criticisms, or "hello" emails are welcome. Email me at the link below. ellen Human Resources "Hey Will! Got a second?" I was abruptly torn from my deep thoughts about what color I should pick when buying my new car. It always happens to me that I drift off when going through the tedious start up process of logging into my computer. I looked up to see John standing by the entrance of my office. Behind him, half hidden from view, I could see another person, a woman. "Sure John, what can I do for you?" "Remember how I told you that our new Human Resources Manager was starting today?" "Oh yeah, of course." John motioned to the woman to step into my office. I rose from my chair preparing to introduce myself to the new employee. The woman entering my office was about my age; early thirties. She was blond, had a straight and impressive posture, revealing that she most likely had been a top athlete. Her face was not ordinary, but not really striking either. Her hair was tied into a knot and she was dressed impeccably. Thinking back to that first encounter I have to really strain my memory to remember anything else apart from the way she seemed instinctively skeptic, almost superior. "Hi I'm Will." I said as I offered my hand to greet her." She looked at it as though I was just about to hand her the garbage. Then she took my hand and squeezed it surprisingly firm. "Susanne Wilcox pleased to meet you." "Nice to meet you Susanne...Jones." "Excuse me?" "I mean that's my last name.....Jones." "Ah, I see," she said throwing John a glance as if saying "is this really your Public Relations Manager?" I went through the normal "welcome onboard" routine, noticing that it had never felt so shallow before. I guess pitching a new work place to a Human Resource Manager should be a hard sell. It's kind of like selling a seasoned car sales rep your old Buick. A couple of minutes later John and Susanne were out the door to continue the introduction to the other members of our happy staff. I went back to working at my computer, wondering if this new addition to the company was a good or bad thing. A couple of days later Susanne called me over to her office. I was surprisingly nervous as I knocked on the door. I say that as I almost never get nervous. Throw me in front of a board or a management group and I will steal the show. I heard Susanne call on me to enter. I opened the door and slowly entered. She did not look up from her papers as I stood there waiting for her to tell me why she had called me there. For a time, that seemed far too long, she did not look up. Is she for real, I thought to myself? Finally she looked up, as if she had run out of things to read and might as well look at the poor bastard standing in front of her. "Well, Will. As you know we immediately need to hire two new guys in accounting. I was wondering if you could please help me write the job ads." "Perhaps, when do you need them?" "We need to send them to the newspaper by noon tomorrow in order for them to make the weekend edition." "You're kidding right?" "Excuse me?" "Well, I don't know if you noticed, but I happen to be up to my neck with work preparing for the press conference on Monday." - Susanne seemed to ponder what I just said for a second. Good, she is coming to her senses I thought to myself. "Who pays you your salary," she said looking at me with a content smile. "What?" "Who pays you your salary?" "What the hell has that got to do with anything?" "If we don't get these two new guys into accounting pronto, they will not be able to pay out the salaries on time. So now, what's more important to you, your salary or working an extra hour to complete those ads?" I was shocked. I get along with most everyone, yet with this ice queen the situation had deteriorated faster than a Swiss cheese lying in the sun. "Fine, give me the profile and you'll have the ads tomorrow morning, but for the record, you owe me." "Oh please, Will, we're not in high school anymore. This is not a case of 'you help me with my home work and I'll help you with yours'." Accompanied by her giggles I stormed out of her office, feeling humiliated to let myself be bossed around like that by somebody that had been on the job for less than a week. The next morning I got into the elevator, and just as the doors were about to shut I heard a voice calling "hold that door". I quickly put out a foot preventing the doors from closing. As they slid open again I saw Susanne standing there. "Morning Will! Thanks for holding the elevator." "No problem." "Do you have the ads for me?" "They are in your inbox." "Super, you're a real sport!" You're a real sport? What cheesy management class had she been to thinking that that would put us back on even footing. Days passed and we continued our little power struggle. I was extremely frustrated to notice that I seemed to be the only one not getting along with Susanne. I had not experienced that since University when I had sex and then dumped Mary Hasseldorf, the loved-by-all editor of the University paper. On a Friday about a month and a half into Susanne's employment the office had arranged for Friday beer at the local pub. We had a surprisingly good time spurred on by the amazing sales figures of last month that had just come to our knowledge. Susanne was sitting across the pub chatting to some of the sales staff and John. She was the center of attention and everyone seemed to hang on to her every word. At one point she looked over to me and she quickly winked her eye. I almost choked on the beer I was drinking. The evening passed and I decided it was time to call it a night as the beer was getting to my tired head. Well out on the street I tried to wave down a taxi. The rain was coming down heavily and I was almost starting to fill sober again in the cold wind. I finally managed to get hold of a cab and just as we were about to drive off the other passenger door was thrown open. Susanne jumped into the dry car escaping the pouring rain. "Well, look at what the cat dragged in," I said smiling at Susanne. "So I owe you another one. I'm drunk and would never admit it otherwise, so enjoy it while it lasts." "Where do you live?" "Don't get any ideas." "Ok, we'll just drive around and whenever we happen to come across your apartment you'll let the driver know so that he can let you off. How does that sound?" "Mmm, yeah, you're right....33 Bell Street, please," she said blushing. A reaction I believed she was not equipped with. The taxi began driving and for the first minutes we sat in silence. She was looking out her window. It was Susanne who broke the silence. "When I was a kid my dad used to tell me that rain was god showering the earth cleaning it from all the dirt. I almost gave my parents a heart attack when they, after looking for me for about an hour, found me sitting in a chair on the lawn in the middle of a rainy night. When they asked what I was doing I said I was just letting god shower the dirt off me. After that my dad stopped using symbolic and religious metaphors." She turned and looked at me. For the first time we laughed together. The taxi came to a stop in front of her apartment building. "This is me." She opened her purse and pulled out a $20 bill. "No, Susanne," I said placing my hand on hers, "I got this. You go on inside and get out of those wet clothes. I'll see you in the morning." Susanne opened the door and then stopped. "Tell you what, why don't you come on up for a while and we'll smoke the peace pipe. What do you say?" "Ok, but you'll do the smoking and I'll just lean back." "Are we still talking about smoking a pipe," she said with a grin. When we got into her large and tastefully furnished apartment she went into the kitchen to make drinks. I browsed through her CD collection. Not finding any alarming music that would reveal a crazy person I contently leaned back in the comfortable sofa. When Susanne came back out, her hair all wet from the rain and slicked back, I noticed how sexy she looked. She was wearing a black top and tightly fitting stretch jeans. To my surprise she sat down next to me in the couch, as opposed to the arm chair as I would have expected. Susanne must have noticed my reaction. "What's the matter Will, afraid of me?" "No, I'm just surprised." "Surprised about what?" "I'm surprised to be sitting soaking wet with a drink in my hand in your living room at two o'clock in the morning." We both laughed at that. "So what happened, why are we always arguing," she asked. "Because you are an overly ambitious bitch," I said smiling at her. "Touché. Or, could it just be sexual tension? "I think Mother Theresa is sexier than you," I said mocking her. "Ahh, that's cold," she said acting hurt. "So if I was to take of this soaking top and bra, you would fall asleep," she continued. "Oh, most definitely," I lied. "And if I took of the jeans and soaked panties you would start snoring?" "I would be having drinks with Mr Sandman at that time." Susanne leaned over and placed her drink on the side table. She looked deep into my eyes as she began to slowly take of her top. I had never noticed before how large and firm her breast seemed. She then proceeded to unsnap her bra, slowly bringing it down to reveal her tits. They were, in fact, as impressive as they seemed. I did not even pretend not to stare. She then unzipped her fly and began to pull down her jeans revealing her long shapely legs still glistening from the rain. She stood up, leaned forward with her back towards me and slowly slid her panties down leaving her ass bare in front of me. Then she sat back down again. "I don't hear any snoring," she said teasingly. "You woke up the fellow downstairs and now he's keeping me awake." "Oh really? How interesting. Should we not let him out to play with us?" "That's not a bad idea." With that Susanne unzipped my fly and I pulled down my pants and boxers for her. My erect cock swung out in the open. "You have more balls than I thought," Susanne said laughing. "Enough to shut you up anyways." Susanne giggled before grabbing my cock firmly. "We'll just have to see about that, Will." She began stroking gently and slowly. When I started moaning she leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock. I moaned again and she giggled before stroking faster while lowering her mouth over the bulb shaped head. Her mouth on my cock felt heavenly. She stopped for a moment and flicked a public hair out of her mouth. She laid back on the sofa spreading her legs wide and slowly ran her fingers over her lips stopping to play with her clit. She stared at me gauging my reaction. "Want to taste some of this? I know you have wanted to stick your tongue up here ever since I walked into your office the first time, isn't that so?" "Yeah baby, spread that pussy wide for me and I'll make up for all that time my tongue has been away from there." I leaned over and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. I kissed her neck as I begin working my way down to her tits, my tongue circling her hard nipples. Finally I began to lick Susanne's wet pussy, taking in her taste and musky smell. I inserted two fingers into her dripping cunt while exploring her with my tongue. Susanne breathing grew rapid as I continued thrusting my finger and tongue into her pussy. When she climaxed she grabbed my hand and squeezed with all her might. "I'm going to fuck that ice queen right out of you now, I said as I placed my cock at the entrance of her slit." "Mmmm, yes baby, do me hard," Susanne moaned. I entered Susanne's tight pussy, feeling how warm and soft she was inside. We kissed passionately as I rocked in and out of her. After a while Susanne slid out from under me. She placed herself on all fours. "Fuck me and spank me for being such a bitch," she said now obviously aroused by the moment and the alcohol. I entered her from behind and began to slap her firm butt cheeks as I fucked her. I placed my thumb on her asshole as I began to rub it while fucking her. She seemed to like that and she moaned as I inserted the thumb into her tight puckered asshole. She was driving me crazy and I was about to come any second. "I'm coming now," I shouted. "Yes baby, fill me up with your cum!" I came hard and she milked my cock with her pussy enhancing the sensation. We fell down on the couch with me still inside of her, sweaty and exhausted. "How weird was that," I said after collecting my breath. "I know." We began laughing like crazy. That Saturday morning we had breakfast at one in the afternoon. Eating was just not that interesting at that point.