3 comments/ 91001 views/ 11 favorites Getting Even (The Sequel) By: MidnightDream The other day, I realized it had been about a year since "the incident" and Tammy's subsequent move to her new job as assistant to Cheryl, the EVP of Marketing at our company. I couldn't believe it had been almost a year already, and it had been weeks since I'd even thought about "the incident." Time pushes even the most vivid memories to the recesses of the mind, I guess. Tammy and I have lunch together once in a while, but we have never discussed "the incident." That is, until this week. I don't know how she got started. I guess it was a passing comment of mine in which I compared her current boss Cheryl to the nightmare that was Susan, her tormenting former boss. Tammy started talking about Susan with emotions too fresh to be related to "the incident" of a year ago. I realized "the incident" had not been the end of it. Tammy didn't fully explain everything that happened, but she didn't need to. I can read between the lines. Tammy hasn't changed a bit. She is truly gorgeous in every way. Maybe even more attractive than when she worked for Susan, the result of a less stressful work lifestyle and another year of maturing. I often wonder if such beautiful skin is the result of nature or nurture. It doesn't matter, both are working in Tammy's favor. She is the perfect, long, flowing brunette who could walk into a room of models and still be the envy of all. Tammy loves her new job. That's been obvious for months. She thinks very highly of her new boss Cheryl. She's very protective of her too. I must say, Cheryl is lucky Tammy is on her side, especially with what's happened at the company in the last few weeks. As sweet as she is, Tammy has proved she can be rather vicious when pushed. About a month ago, the firm lost the Grant account. That set off a massive round of finger pointing and executive backstabbing. From where I sit, I wasn't too affected. I didn't think Tammy was affected either, but I learned at lunch that this was not the case at all. In an executive-level civil war, every senior executive was affected, assured Tammy. The Grant account debacle fractured the senior execs into two camps, one which emanated from the CEO and a second which aimed to take the company "in a new direction." Susan, Tammy's rain-making bitch of a former boss, fell into the second camp, the one aiming to oust the CEO. This was ironic, given that her own billing games had caused the biggest problems with the Grant account, but her blue-eyed, dirty-blonde charms (and some creative accounting) had hidden her culpability. Unaware of the executive conflict, Tammy had kept her word to Susan by remaining silent about their creative bookwork. That changed when Tammy saw an email Susan had written to another executive. In that email, Susan was up to her old tricks, proposing a clean sweep of several executives, including Cheryl! It was pure self-service. Cheryl had nothing to do with either of the warring political camps, and she certainly had nothing to do with the Grant account. Susan's proposal would have had Cheryl swept out (along with Tammy) as part of a new management structure. All Tammy would have seen is a restructuring in which she lost her job, with not even a hint that Susan had been involved. Tammy, the one person with dirt on Susan, would have been ousted from the company. Oh, and here was the kicker: Susan was proposing a major promotion for herself to the executive suite! I'm not sure how Tammy came to see it, but I believe she is friends with other assistants on the executive floor. When Tammy described her reaction to that email at lunch, flames practically burst from her eyes. It was one of the few moments in the years of knowing Tammy that I preferred not to look into her beautiful stare. She got all the information she needed from the email. By the time it had fallen into Tammy's hands, two days had passed since Susan had sent it. Presumably by then, the slate of proposed executives had been cemented and the coup was set to happen within days. Tammy was rocked by the thought of losing her job, the injustice to Cheryl and Susan's blatant disregard for their agreement only a few months before. Tammy spent hours back at her desk plotting her next course of action. She had seen the email in the morning. By three in the afternoon, she had concluded she would have to save Cheryl's bacon. Plus, she would make Susan pay! Tammy launched her operation at 3:30pm by calling Susan. Her new assistant answered. Tammy asked to be put through to Susan's voicemail. "It's Tammy. You better call me back!" Her tone was menacing and urgent. She slammed the phone for effect. At 4:15, Susan called. Tammy saw Susan's number display across her phone and spoke before Susan could get a word out. Tammy snapped up the phone. "I saw the email, and I know about your proposal. Drinks, 6pm, The Germain, you will have 30 seconds to explain, and you better be there!" Tammy slammed the phone before Susan could speak. Susan called back. Tammy did not answer. She listened to the message. "Uhmmm, Tammy, it's Susan. Just... don't overreact. I mean, I'm not sure what you're referring to. Let's talk at six...please..." Susan sounded as if her hand was still stuck in the cookie jar as she spoke. The plan was in motion. Tammy arrived at The Germain ten minutes late. The Germain is a nice lounge-like establishment in town. It is a little dark with fancy smallish tables everywhere, and there's a constant hum of people's busy conversations. Susan was waiting at a somewhat secluded table in a corner overlooking the city. Susan was in her power suit, of course. Her good looks and sharp dressing style usually serve to disarm, if not intimidate, most people. But not Tammy. Not anymore. Tammy was just as formidable as Susan now. Her dressing style equally pointed, her looks head-turning to say the least. More importantly, Tammy had dirt from their years of working together that gave her a special edge over Susan. Tammy approached the table and took her place just as their waitress arrived, blunting Susan's opportunity to say more than "hello." Ordering drinks, Tammy observed Susan up close for the first time in almost a year. During that time, Susan had refocused on her marriage and regained her momentum at work. She'd also had time to keep up her health club routine; she was the picture of the successful mid-30's rising executive. When the waitress walked away, Tammy got straight to business. "I'm not going to repeat myself, Susan. You have thirty seconds to explain yourself or the Grant account will mark the end of your career!" Susan's plans to play dumb evaporated at that moment. If she had forgotten, Tammy's blunt statement served as a reminder of what she was up against. Her eyes darted for a moment, searching for an alternative route. There was none. When Susan began to speak, her tone was apologetic. "Ok, Tammy. I didn't mean for anything bad to happen to you in this whole thing." The lie was too much for Tammy to sit still. "Stop!" She commanded. Susan attempted to speak again, but Tammy put up her finger. The anger boiled up in her as she sat silent. Susan wasn't sure what would happen next. "Susan, I know you've proposed that Cheryl be ousted and that I would lose my job too. You are truly underhanded. I want you to know that tomorrow people will notice the phantom account numbers on the Grant account. I couldn't remember the numbers today, or else it would already have happened." "Tammy, no..." "I just need to go home and get the numbers." Susan's eyes began to grow wider. "Please Tammy, no..." "And that will be the end of you." Susan inhaled deeply. The waitress approached with their drinks. Susan feared Tammy might walk away right then and there. She was relieved when the waitress walked away and Tammy remained in her seat. "Wait, Tammy, please let me explain..." Susan's eyes turned particularly desperate. Tammy waited a few seconds before responding. "You had your thirty seconds." Tammy gathered herself to stand back up. Susan almost jumped out of her chair. "Please, Tammy, just give me a chance. I'll do whatever you want!" Her voice rose and then trailed lower as she feared being heard. Susan's hands tensed. It was the same desperate Susan from a year ago. Tammy marveled at her ability to push Susan to this point again. She relaxed back into her seat. "Ok Susan. Let's try a little game we'll call 'Susan Being Honest'" Susan continued to strangle the air. "Anything!" "First, Susan, I want you to tell me how sorry you are for trying to run me out of the company." "Tammy, I'm sorry I put your job at risk..." "I said run me out..." Susan exhaled from the stress. "I-¬I-I, I mean, I'm sorry I tried to run you out of the company. Really, I am, Tammy..." Susan added the extra emphasis to communicate her regret. Tammy knew she was sorry. Sorry she'd been caught! "Good Susan, now tell me you're so sorry you'll do anything to make it up to me." "Tammy, please, I'll do anything to make it up to you." After each repetition, Susan looked for approval from Tammy. Tammy played it cool, suggesting it would be difficult to satisfy her. "Good Susan. See how nice it is to tell the truth?" Susan nodded, hoping this was the end of it. "When you and I are honest with each other, everything works out well. When you play games, you get punished. Have you noticed that, Susan?" Susan had to concede the truth of Tammy's words. Susan's eyes shifted to Tammy's hands. "Yes." Susan said, with hesitation. "Good. I think you know what will happen now. Susan, tell me you deserve to be punished!" Susan's eyes fell to the table. She began to shake her head just a little. "Tammy..." Tammy knew Susan was about to object. She raised her voice slightly and cut Susan off. "SUSAN!!!" It startled Susan. She cringed and then swung her head around to see if anyone had heard before turning back to Tammy. "I..." Susan's sense of dignity stood in the way of the words. "I..." Her entire frame began to shake. Tammy tapped her finger on the table with impatience. Susan had to spit out the words, and she knew it. "I... deserve... to be punished!" Tammy felt deep satisfaction. Susan's mouth hung open, disbelieving the words she had just spoken. Tammy wanted more. "Without the delay this time, Susan. Again!" Susan's voice strained as she pushed the words out. "I deserve to be punished!" "Good!" Tammy purred. "See how easy this is? You want another chance, don't you Susan?" Susan wanted to win her over. "Yes, Tammy, you'll see..." Tammy cut her off. "So let's hear you say 'please give me another chance'" Susan hated Tammy's word games, but she was helpless to stop it. "Please, Tammy, please give me another chance!" "Again!" "Please give me another chance, Tammy!" "You're desperate for another chance..." "I am, Tammy..." "Say it, Susan!" Susan's hands turned up apologetically. "I'm desperate for another chance, Tammy!" "You'll do anything..." "Please, Tammy, I'll do anything!" Tammy enjoyed the moment, and then she told Susan the conditions for the Grant account phantom numbers staying invisible: Susan would remove Cheryl from the list of executives to be ousted, and Susan would meet Tammy nightly at a location of Tammy's choosing for an update. Susan nodded frantically at each word, realizing that Tammy was willing to give her one last chance. "I'll do it, Tammy, yes. I'll do it!" Susan excitedly answered. "I know you will, Susan. You should thank me for the second chance, Susan." Tammy said it with that little mischievous tone. Susan hesitated before responding. "Thank you Tammy!" "How grateful are you, Susan?" Susan got a sinking feeling in her stomach. She responded with trepidation. "Very grateful, Tammy!" "'I'm so-o-o grateful.' Say it, Susan." "Thank you Tammy, I'm s-o-o-o grateful!" "Ask me how you can show me your gratitude, Susan." "Thank you Tammy, how can I show you how grateful I am?" Susan was grateful, but she really just wanted this game to end. She had been caught red-handed by Tammy. But if she survived this conversation, she would escape without the Grant account details getting out. "Good!" Tammy answered. Tammy reached over and took a napkin of Susan's. Casually bringing it down to her lap, she let it fall to the floor beneath the table between the two women. "I want you to fetch that napkin from the floor, and while you're down there, you will kiss my foot in gratitude for your second chance here tonight. Do you understand, Susan?" Susan's eyes widened again. They were in public! Her voice quivered. "Tammy, please..." "You either kiss my foot in gratitude, or the phantom accounts become all too real..." Susan had no choice. After a moment of hesitation and fear of who might be watching, Susan slid off her chair and sank down to her knees. The napkin was near Tammy's right foot, firmly planted on the floor. Tammy's legs were crossed, and her left foot dangled about a foot above the ground. Tammy was wearing a long skirt down to her knees, exposing the balance of her beautiful legs for the world's delight. It was warm enough that Tammy was not wearing hose. As Susan crawled towards the napkin, her lips drew closer to Tammy's left foot. Tammy was wearing heels that day. The shoes covered her toes, but the tops of her feet were free. Susan knew she would have to kiss her there for Tammy to know it had happened. Susan's faced burned with humiliation, but that was not all. Susan was unexpectedly struck by another feeling as she approached Tammy's foot. It happened just as her lips were inches away from their destination. Like a flash of lightning, all the emotions of "the incident" to rush back to the surface. The heeled black shoe lit her mind like a match, and the scenes of a year ago projected in her mind. Susan remembered herself, out of control, humping the very foot she was about to kiss. Images flashed before her: rubbing her pussy all over that ankle, the lips of her pussy engulfing the tip of a black shoe, the helpless release as she rubbed herself to orgasm while Tammy looked on from above. At that moment, Susan was there again, in her office and at the sexual whim of Tammy. Susan gently kissed the top of Tammy's foot while she retrieved the napkin. Rather than the flashing kiss of someone eager to end her ordeal, Susan's kiss was soft, apologetic and submissive. Susan could not deny it; she felt a stir of excitement in her pussy. "Oh my Gosh, can I help you? Did you drop something?" It was the waitress! Susan was instantly brought back to reality, and mortified! Struggling up off all fours, Susan pulled herself up to a sitting position. Had the waitress seen her kissing Tammy's foot? What was the waitress thinking of this woman crawling around under the table? Susan could not even look up. "Oh, I found it." Susan said, frantically shifting the napkin from hand to hand as she settled back into her seat. Tammy smiled devilishly and then asked for a check. She waited for the waitress to walk away. "7pm, tomorrow, at the ___ _______ hotel" she told Susan. Susan was looking at the napkin in her hands. She couldn't look up. Tammy stood up. "Leave the room number on my voicemail. I want a suite." Tammy pulled her handbag strap over her shoulder. She pushed the check towards Susan. "Tomorrow night at that hotel, I better see an email that says Cheryl is safe, or else..." Tammy left it at that and walked away. When Tammy got to work the next morning, she had a voicemail from Susan. "Room 2702." Tammy went about her day with a deep sense of worry. Was she too late? If the coup happened that day, Cheryl was surely on the chopping block. Cheryl seemed completely oblivious to the danger to her job. But Tammy knew they had to get through today, and maybe tomorrow, before Susan would hopefully have taken the steps to save Cheryl. Tammy grew frustrated with having to worry about these things. It was all Susan's fault. But Tammy played it cool on the outside, remaining her usual smiling self. At lunch time she went to the store for a few things and took a walk in the park, trying to relax. Tammy checked the clock every 15 minutes that afternoon, all the way to 6pm. Nothing had happened. She and Cheryl were safe another day. She gathered her things, went for drinks with a friend and then went to the hotel, Room 2702. Tammy knocked on the door. Susan hurriedly answered. Tammy had no time for salutations. She stepped inside and took the door from Susan, who backed away. Tammy closed the door and asked "So?" Susan excitedly answered that she had what Tammy had asked. Cheryl would be saved! Susan walked back into the living room area quickly to retrieve printed emails showing how she had lobbied the group of corporate rebels and, late in the day, all had agreed to let Cheryl keep her job in their new corporate structure. While Susan was fetching the printed proof, Tammy took a look at the suite. There was a separate bedroom area and a living room-like area with a small desk, a nice leather sofa and coffee table. The room had a modern style, with plush and comfortable carpeting. The view was spectacular. The sun had almost set, and the city lights had started to replace the day's glow. Tammy had booked this room for guests of the company many times, but it was her first time seeing it. It was very nice. Tammy set her things down in the bedroom and then walked into the living room. Susan handed Tammy the evidence. Tammy told Susan to sit down while she went through the papers. Susan took a seat on the sofa, watching Tammy pace back and forth while she read the emails. It was accurate. Susan had pushed hard to remove Cheryl from the cut list, and the group had ultimately accepted her revised recommendation. "Let me see your Blackberry!" Tammy ordered. Susan jumped up and fetched her device from the bedroom. She handed the unit to Tammy and offered to show her how to use it, but Tammy told her to sit back down. Tammy took a few minutes to figure her way around the unit, eventually finding her way to the email trail. The emails were genuine. Tammy put the device back down on the coffee table. Susan was watching intently, hoping to see a pleased expression from Tammy. Tammy put her hands on her hips and looked down at Susan. Susan looked up into her eyes. Tammy's expression was stern. "I suppose you think this makes up for everything?" That was not the reaction Susan had hoped for. Disappointed, her eyes fell to Tammy's legs. Tammy was wearing a beautiful outfit that day. Her nearly black women's suit with a tight skirt highlighted her perfect frame. Where the skirt ended, her magnificent legs took over, leading to strapped black shoes. She was a sight to behold, as usual. "I was hoping..." Susan started to speak. "You were hoping that saving Cheryl would be enough to make up for your underhanded behavior?" "Well..." Susan paused, not knowing what to say. Tammy continued. "I'm still not convinced that I shouldn't unmask those phantom accounts." "Tammy! No!" Susan jumped up from the couch. "Why???" The two women were face to face. "Because you haven't learned your lesson, Susan." "No, Tammy, I have. Really, I have. I promise no more mistakes!" "That's what you say." "No, really, Tammy. I promise!" Susan's hands wanted to reach out to Tammy while she pleaded her case. Tammy took a look at Susan's outfit. She was wearing a full pants suit that day, with nice black heels underneath. Tammy never thought pant suits complemented Susan's pleasurable figure. Tammy shook her head, as though thinking about things. Finally she interrupted Susan. Getting Even (The Sequel) "Stand over there by the window, Susan. And face me." Susan looked confused, but did as she was told. Arriving at the window, she turned to face Tammy, who took a seat a few feet away from Susan and the window. "You're going to do everything I tell you tonight, or I'm going to release those phantom account numbers. That is your only chance. Do we understand each other, Susan?" Susan knew Tammy was serious. She would have to go through another night of punishment, but if she survived, Tammy's word had always been good as gold. "Yes, Tammy!" Tammy relaxed in her seat. She crossed her legs. It was time to have fun with Susan. "Susan, I want you to say 'I am a naughty bitch who deserves to be punished!'" It was at these moments that Susan felt most helpless before Tammy's position of power. Susan thought about protesting, but this had scarcely been successful in the past year. "I am a naughty... bitch who... deserves... to be punished!" Tammy enjoyed Susan's struggle to say the words. "Let's try that again, Susan. Say it, and remove your jacket!" Susan's hands began to tremble. She could see where this was leading. "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" She removed the jacket and let it drop to the floor per Tammy's eyebrow instruction. "Again, Susan. Now the blouse!" Susan looked out the window. It was dark, and the lighting of the room meant she would be on display to the city below! "Tammy..." she began to plead. "NOW!" Tammy commanded. Susan had no choice. Her shaking hands began to fidget with her buttons. Reluctantly, she pulled off her white blouse. The city glow highlighted her cleavage. "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" "The pants and shoes!" Susan has nice legs. They're lean and have just enough muscle definition to remind you how dedicated she is to her aerobics routine. She stepped out of her shoes and then slowly bent forward and removed her pants and hosiery. "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" Susan began doing the math in her head. How many windows were there in the hotel? What the probability was that anyone had chosen to spy her window.... Tammy noticed Susan struggling to accept her fate. She smiled. "Take off your bra, Susan." Susan's mouth opened just enough to let out a "no!" objection, but the sound did not follow. Her eyes nervously looked out the window, and then fell to her melons. She unhooked her bra from the front and her tits fell out of their containers. Susan's face turned a heated red. Who was watching? She could not know. She could not allow herself to consider the possibilities. "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" Tammy gave the final command with wicked efficiency: "Panties!" Susan slid her fingers into her panties, expanded the elastic and began to remove her last shred of clothing. Her knees bent slightly as she did so. Susan did not want to stand back up, but she had no choice. When she finally did straighten back up, she could not look in Tammy's direction, and her knees twisted slightly over each other to modestly cover some of her bush. Tammy enjoyed the view nonetheless. Susan was on display to the world. She was naked. Her clothes, and her dignity, were on the floor inches away from her feet and well out of reach. "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" Tammy focused on that pussy of Susan's. The dirty blonde bush was back. Susan had kept it trim and proper, of course. But Tammy was amused at that moment. A year ago, she had left it shaved naked. How many weeks had Susan looked at her own naked pussy, a reminder of her secretary's vengeance? Susan glanced at Tammy long enough to see her eyes focused on her sex. It was too mortifying. Susan's eyes darted away again. Tammy then stood up and walked into the bedroom. When she returned, she had a ruler in hand. Susan's eyes closed involuntarily when she saw it. The ruler was back, and she knew what it meant for her. "Turn and face the window! And lock your hands behind your back!" Susan began to whimper. She was standing a foot away from the window. Tammy moved up from the side. Susan tried to look at her for one last beg, but Tammy wasn't having it. "Look forward!" And so Susan did. She looked straight out onto the city, her nipples aimed directly at the neighboring high rises. "Stick that ass out!" Susan pushed her ass out and up, which had the effect of pushing her tits forward towards the window, and they dangled that much more freely. The glow of the city lighting her frontal exposure, she awaited her punishment. Tammy stood to Susan's side, just away from the window's gaze. She raised the ruler to Susan's behind, and lightly tapped her ass a few times. "Say it!" "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" Whack! The first strike landed on Susan's bottom. Susan's body shook as though she had touched a live wire. Her ass recoiled from the sting and her pussy pushed forward and then back. Her breasts bounced and then settled back into place. So much air escaped her lungs that some of it condensed on the window for a brief moment. She gathered herself and pushed her butt out for more punishment. "Say it!" "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" A second strike! Susan's tits seemed to tighten and grow aroused. Her knees began to shake. Her feet seemed unsteady below her. Her lips began to quiver ever so slightly. "Say it!" "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" Whack! This time Tammy's strike landed just as Susan began to pronounce the word "punished!" The smacking sound pushed through the room and into the bedroom, followed by a yelping "punished!" Susan's tits and stomach pushed in and out with her accelerated breathing. She lifted and pushed her ass back out for more discipline. "Say it!" "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" Whack! The city lights began to blur as Susan's eyes welled up. The burn in her ass pushed into her lower back, and she could feel the tiny hairs on her arms spring up in shock. "Say it!" "I am a naughty bitch... who deserves to be... punished!" A fifth strike! Susan's capacity for smacks was reaching its limit. She yelped in a kind of hiccup as her body struggled to maintain composure. Her toes curled up in a ball and her hands separated for a split second before re-clasping. Tammy's profile view of Susan's torment was delicious. The beginning of a tear, her protruding tits, her reddened ass, her trembling pussy... "You're never going to make that mistake again, are you Susan?" Susan's voice shook terribly. "No, Tammy, please, I'll never make that mistake again!" "You don't ever want another spanking from me again, do you Susan?" These weren't questions; these were statements. Susan was so desperate for the spanking to stop, she hardly noticed the city anymore. Perhaps some lucky viewer could see her, trembling naked in the window, begging for mercy. She no longer cared. "No! Please, no more!" A tear rolled down Susan's cheek. Satisfied, Tammy walked to the middle of the living area. Susan watched from the reflection of the window. Tammy moved the coffee table off to the side, then walked over and pulled an armless chair to the middle of the room, facing the couch. Tammy sat down on the couch, crossed her legs and looked at Susan, who had again remembered the public nature of this ordeal. Susan's eyes were begging for distance from the window. "Have a seat!" Tammy told her, pointing to the chair. Susan's relief was obvious. She backed away from the window, stepped quickly to the middle of the living room and sat down on the chair. "On the front edge!" Susan slid forward to the front edge of the chair, facing Tammy. Its surface was initially a little cold. Susan did not care. It was away from the window. Sitting across from Tammy however, she felt the contrast between her naked condition and Tammy's full dress. She huddled her knees together, her feet slightly turned in. She crossed her hands in her lap, trying to hide her pussy. There was nothing she could do to cover her tits and their state of erection. Tammy found Susan's futile attempt at discretion amusing. Tammy let her wallow in discomfort a minute. The contrast between the boldly dressed and gorgeous Tammy, and Susan's nude vulnerability grew overwhelming. Susan strained to maintain her composure. She could not look into Tammy's eyes. "Susan, lock your hands behind your back!" Susan's eyes focused on a painting on the wall as she unlocked her hands and slid them behind her. Finishing her task, she noticed that Tammy's foot was just inches from her knees. Susan remembered vividly what that foot had done to her a year ago. Susan's hands locked behind her, one layer of protection was gone. Tammy produced a mean little smile. She knew what Susan was remembering. "It's funny, isn't it Susan? One year ago, I was your secretary, and now I own you!" Susan didn't know what to say. Her eyes focused on Tammy's foot, which began to sway just a little. "Isn't that true, Susan?" Susan didn't want to answer, but she could not deny the truth of it. "Yes." "Say it Susan!" "... One year ago, you were my secretary, and now you own me!" "Ohhh, I like hearing that. Say 'you own me!' again!" "You own me!" Tammy did enjoy it. "Say it again, and spread your legs a little Susan!" Susan knew she was in trouble now. She began to part her knees. "You own me!" Her knees were a few inches apart. "More! And say it again!" Susan spread her legs some more. "You own me!" "More!" "You own me!" Susan's pussy was now on full display. "More!" "You own me!" Susan's knees stretched to her sides, and her pussy practically opened up for Tammy. Tammy stopped and took in the sight. Susan's bush was trim, gently surrounding her crack. The way Susan was sitting, Tammy could see her entire sex down to where it faded into the chair. Susan was helpless to stop her stare. She would have preferred another spanking, if only to be able to cover herself up. "Yes, I do own you Susan. And I don't like how you've kept your pussy!" Tammy continued to stare at Susan's pussy while she discussed it. Susan shook her head in exasperation. "Pussies should be kept clean and free, don't you think so Susan?" Susan could only nod. Tammy enjoyed Susan's discomfort another minute. Then she stood up and took Susan's chin into her hand so that Susan's eyes came to hers. "I own you!" Tammy purred. "Now go sit on the edge of the bed!" Tammy stepped back and watched as Susan stood up to walk into the bedroom. "WAIT!" Tammy suddenly commanded. She stepped to Susan from behind. Susan's hands were still clasped behind her back. Tammy grabbed Susan by the ass. "Ohhh!" Susan exclaimed in surprise. Her eyes widened and turned to Tammy in fear. Holding on to Susan's rear, Tammy then reached with her other hand to Susan's front, sliding her hand down her abdomen to her bush, to the top of her pussy, and then to her pussy lips. She pushed one finger in. Susan's body began to bend involuntarily at the knees and waist. Another desperate sound escaped Susan's mouth. Tammy pulled her finger away, covered in Susan's wetness. Susan did not have to look to know what Tammy had discovered. With the same finger, Tammy pushed it up to Susan's chin. Gently wiping just a hint of the evidence on Susan's chin, she told Susan to keep walking. Susan did as she was told, her eyes unable to lift from the floor before her. Tammy enjoyed the moment, and Susan's rear display. Susan had a nice figure, accented by the redness of her ass as she shuffled to the other room. Tammy followed in. Seeing Susan sitting on the edge, she walked into the bathroom and returned with a cup of warm water and a towel, which she carefully put on the floor a foot away from the bed. Susan was instantly nervous. Tammy then opened up her work bag and pulled out the goods she had bought that day. Shaving items! "Lean back!" She commanded Susan. Susan did as she was told. She began to plead with Tammy. "Please, Tammy, no!" But it was useless. Tammy stood over Susan, who was now on her back on the bed. She ordered her arms above her head, and Susan complied. Then she told Susan to lift and spread her legs. Susan tried one last time. "Please don't do this!" It was useless. Susan did as she was told. Her abdominal muscles engaged as her knees rose into the air on each side of Tammy standing above her. Susan knew there was nothing she could do. Her breasts pointed at the ceiling. Her hands rested on the bedding above her head, a few strands of hair stretched across the comforter. Tammy looked down at Susan's open pussy. Susan's feet dangled in the air by Tammy's hips. She ran her fingers down Susan's legs, emphasizing her position of command. Tammy began the shaving process. Susan was helpless to stop it, so she did not watch. Tammy worked silently for a few seconds, and then began speaking. "What's it like, Susan?" she asked, rubbing in shaving cream. "What's it like to be spread naked on a bed, being shaved by another woman?" The curiosity was too much for Susan. She lifted her head to see Tammy's work, and then dropped her head back to the bed in desperation at what she had seen. "I bet you like it, don't you Susan?" Tammy kept taunting. Susan started shaking her head. "No!" she answered. Tammy was not convinced. The cream was spread, but Tammy kept a finger circling Susan's bush. "I bet you do, Susan. I bet it makes you wet." Susan didn't answer. Tammy's finger passed near Susan's clit, which was more receptive than Susan cared to admit. "I bet it makes you very wet, doesn't it Susan?" Susan's feet twitched slightly as Tammy's finger passed near her clit again. "NO!" Susan said, more desperately. Tammy started shaving. She went quiet for a moment. Susan's expression became unsure, like someone struggling for an answer. It didn't take Tammy long to expose Susan's sex in full. There wasn't much to shave. Tammy gently wiped the area with the towel. "You're going to love your naked pussy, Susan!" Susan looked at the ceiling, as though nothing were happening. "Don't you want to look at your naked pussy, Susan?" Susan's eyes stayed on the ceiling. "No!" she said. Her voice was weak. Tammy dropped the towel and began softly rubbing around Susan's pussy with the outside of her index finger. "Yes, you want to look. Don't you Susan?" Susan began to shake her head. Tammy's finger continued to caress her region. "Yes, you want to look..." Tammy neared Susan's clit again. Susan exhaled a little moan. Her legs jerked. And then her head picked up and... she looked. It was the perfect angle to realize the futility of her position. Her head fell back and her eyes pushed away. Tammy's finger pushed in, parting Susan's pussy lips. "Look how excited you are Susan!" Susan wanted to deny it, but her breathing began to accelerate rapidly and her face flushed with excitement. Tammy had uninhibited access. "You love this, don't you Susan? Again, it was a statement. It was fact. Tammy's finger became engulfed with Susan's moisture. "You want my finger in you, don't you Susan..." Susan was heaving. She was not resisting. Her hands flicked about helplessly. Her knees pushed and pulled around Tammy's sides. "Yes you do... Who owns you Susan?" Susan's mouth opened but the words were slow coming. She was lost in desire. "Say it, Susan. Who owns you?" Susan could not fight back the desire. "You... own me!" Susan's stomach heaved with excitement and her breasts bounced in shock as Tammy entered Susan with one finger... and then two! Two fingers were plowing up Susan's canal and there was nothing she could do to stop it! "Again!" "You own me!" Tammy began to pump Susan's pussy. Susan was too humiliated to watch and too out of control to beg her to stop. "That's right, whore! Again!" "You own me!" In and out, she pumped her. The sounds of sex began to escape Susan's mouth. She grabbed hands full of the comforter. "You are a whore! Again!" "I am your whore! You own me!" Susan could not believe the words that had come from her mouth. But it was true. Tammy owned her. Whatever Tammy wanted, Susan would do. The idea of it, the realization of it, pushed Susan towards the edge. Tammy owned her. "You are my naked whore!" "I am your naked whore!" Susan's eyes darted about the ceiling. Her body shook in anticipation. Tammy pumped her again and again. "Beg and don't stop!" "Please make me cum! I am your naked whore!" In and out, Tammy pumped her. "Please make me cum! I am your naked whore!" Scanning the ceiling, she noticed Tammy's head lowering towards her sex! "Please make me cum! I am your naked whore!" In and out, Tammy kept pumping. Was Tammy lowering her head to her pussy? Was she delirious with ecstasy or was it real? "Please make me cum! I am your naked whore!" As though in mid-dream, Susan's eyes shifted downward to the vicinity of her newly exposed sex. Her neck had enough strength to lift her head enough to catch a glimpse of the moment that would fill her sleep for years to come: Tammy's mouth closing in on her pussy, Tammy's lips parted slightly, and her tongue reaching out towards Susan's clitoris. "Please make me cum! I am your naked whore!" Susan's neck gave way. Her head fell back to the bed. Her mind did not have time to process what she had seen before her entire body exploded in orgasm. The sensation of Tammy's tongue on her clit was unlike any she had ever had. Every muscle in her body contracted. Her hands ripped at the comforter. Her legs closed tightly around Tammy. Her eyes slammed shut in an agonizing & frowning display of drowning pleasure. Her lips recoiled and then let out a shrill, protracted, and orgasmic scream! "I am your naked whore!" I suppose at this stage you really don't care what happened to Cheryl or the boardroom battle at my company. I can't say I blame you. I'm not too worried about it either. But, for the record, the coup succeeded. It happened two days later. Susan got the promotion she wanted, and Cheryl's job was saved. And Tammy? Beautiful Tammy comes to work every day, quietly going about her job, waiting for her next chance to discipline Susan.