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 Danielle hurried toward the conference room, her heart beating excitedly.
The CEO's of several prominent local corporations were already present.  If
this merger went through, she'd be rich enough to retire!

   The young executive was running a little behind, because she had just
finished getting serviced by Terri in the company restroom.  The blonde had
licked her off exceptionally well this morning, Danielle pondered.  No
doubt the little slut was hoping that when the merger went through,
Danielle would have so much wealth and glory that she wouldn't even need to
bother with tormenting and exploiting her blonde slave anymore.

   Which was fine with Danielle--oh, yes!  the wicked brunette thought
contentedly.  She loved it when the little whore had hope, as Danielle
found it so much fun to rip Terri's hope away, time after time.  Actually,
Danielle had been extremely busy lately, sometimes even too busy to torture
Terri.  There were, of course, the holidays, and all the shopping...plus
the business, which had been booming since Danielle's promotion.  Plus,
Danielle had been extremely tired lately.  Sometimes she'd wake up in the
morning, and feel like she hadn't even slept.  Days like these, she wished
she could just stay in bed and have the hapless blonde slut wait on her
hand and foot (and cunt, and ass...)

   But, Danielle reminded herself, if this meeting went as planned, she'd
be rich beyond her wildest dreams.  An hour and a half of hard selling, and
she'd have an entire lifetime to continue her vendetta of torture and
humiliation of Terri.

   Speaking of whom, Danielle noticed, Terri was already scurrying mousily
around the conference room, setting up visual aids.  After bringing her
boss off with her talented tongue, the buxom secretary had been sent to
finish the conference setup, while Danielle laid contentedly sprawled out
on the washroom sink.

   Entering the conference room, Danielle was appalled to see that many of
the visual aids were still not set up.  DAMN that bitch!  She was dragging
ass on purpose, the executive cursed.  Terri was moving very timidly around
the gathered executives.  Oh, come on, slut, Danielle wanted to scream,
you've FUCKED just about everyone in this room, why the fuck are you shy
now?

   Instead, Danielle grabbed her assistant's shoulder.  "You're going to
pay for this, you bitch.  Did you at LEAST get the slide projector in place
and loaded?"

   Fearfully, Terri nodded that she had, glancing up to the projector
booth. "S-s-sorry, ma'am...here, I'll..." The blonde grabbed a stack of
charts, but Danielle pulled her away by the arm.  This resulted in Terri
dropping the charts all over the floor.

   Danielle's voice was a deadly whisper, a whisper that promised intense
pain and extreme humiliation and torment for later.  "Get out of here, you
clumsy bitch.  Go wait in my office.  I believe you know what to do when
you get there."

   "Y-yes I--"

   "GO."

   As Terri hurried to get out of her boss' sight, Danielle addressed the
gathered executives with an apologetic smile.  "Sorry, ladies and
gentlemen. Some minor holdups.  We'll be ready to begin here in just a few
moments..." Inwardly, however, she was furious with Terri.  The dumb blonde
couldn't even follow the simplest instructions!  With a conscious effort,
Danielle set to push her blonde slut secretary out of her mind.  She'd deal
with the little whore later.  For now, she had a deal to close, and a
fortune to make, so she set about collecting the dropped charts and putting
everything in order.

   Show time.  Danielle gathered herself and stepped to the podium. 
Momentarily, she suddenly recalled the time she'd made Terri stand behind
this podium in her lacy underwear, in front of the company staff, giving a
presentation on how she, the company slut, could be used more
effectively....  The brunette exec savored the thought for a moment, using
it to relax herself.  People with a fear of speaking are often advised to
stop and picture everyone in their audience in their underwear; for
Danielle, what worked best was to picture her hapless slut assistant in her
underwear, being abused and humiliated.  With this, she began.  -----------
In Danielle's office, Terri stripped nude, then retrieved the "second
place" ribbon and affixed it to her pierced nipple.  ----------- "Our
companies have been doing business for the past four years.  Now," Danielle
looked over her audience, "it's time to take our business relationship to
another level..." ----------- The blonde slid the "Bobby" dildo into her
mouth to lubricate it, then eased it into her ass....  -----------
"...we've prepared a presentation which will demonstrate where we are
now...and where we will be within a year after the merger..." -----------
Terri hurriedly made a few calls and completed a few tasks.  -----------
Danielle grabbed the remote control and clicked the power button.  In the
control booth, the slide projector powered up and displayed a graphic with
a series of charts.  "As you can see here, we started out with a customer
base of less than ten percent--" she clicked the remote "--but within six
months--"

   Almost collectively, everyone gathered at the conference table gasped.
"--a dramatic increase!  This continued, as you can see..." Danielle
glanced up at the screen....

   ----------- With all of her chores complete, Terri turned up the volume
on the speakerphone, which currently was on a two-way connection to the
conference room.  Then she assumed her place under Danielle's desk,
frigging herself with the dildo while she listened.  -----------

   ....and at first, her brain did not register what she saw there. 
"...into the next quarter when...when...continued into the next....next..."
Now it registered.  On the screen was a slide of a woman who was
unmistakably Danielle.  The shocking part wasn't that she was completely
naked...the shocking part was the fact that she was in some kind of bar,
being fucked by a donkey.

   Danielle gasped in utter disbelief.  She'd never done such a thing!  she
thought confusedly.  Someone must have altered a picture--TERRI....the
LITTLE BITCH...  She clicked the "off" button on the slide remote.  It
didn't work.

   "Um...um....this all continued into the next quarter...." She tried
other buttons, growing more and more desperate.  Finally she succeeded in
advancing the projector from that awful doctored slide...only to have
another take its place.  Now Danielle in the picture was smiling directly
into the camera, as the huge animal mounted her from behind.  (click)
Another picture, Danielle this time surrounded by men, or more
specifically, by hard cocks...

   "No...wait a minute...um...we have some....um...technical problems..."
Clicking the remote in desperation, only to bring up another picture, this
one nearly the same, except that the girl in the picture had finished off
all of the men, the evidence of which was dripping down her face and all
over her naked body, as she lay there with a stoned, vacant expression on
her face.

   Fighting to control her embarrassment, rage and sense of overall panic,
Danielle forced herself to think.  Of course!  she thought.  The control
panel on the podium!  Quickly she knelt down and opened the control box. 
INPUT, she saw, and a toggle switch between SLIDE PROJ.  and VIDEO.  She
flipped it, and the awful image on the screen went away, replaced by a blue
screen, blank except for the word VIDEO in large, friendly green letters.

   Slowly she rose to look at the attendees of her meeting, who were
sitting in stunned silence.  "Um--" Danielle cleared her throat.  "L-ladies
and gentlemen, it looks like someone has played a...a very bad joke on me,
and...and tried to sabotage our meeting." Looks of understanding were now
dawning on a few faces.  Good...this is good, Danielle, she thought.  "I
have to excuse myself for a moment.  Please remain seated...and I'll be
right back." After I throw my assistant out the window, she thought to
herself as she left the podium in a murderous rage.

   She only got three steps before she was stopped in her tracks by the
sound of her own voice.

   "Oh yes, EAT ME you little slut!  I always knew you were a little closet
lesbian, like me, YES!!!  I know you want it, dive right in and eat me!!!
OHHHHHHH YES EAT ME!!!!!!" The blue screen had been replaced with a
homemade video movie, which had been made by Danielle and Carrie.  Danielle
had finally gotten Carrie to give in to her "secret desires", as she called
them, and the girls had spent the whole night together.  The brunette had
videotaped the whole thing....and now it was being played for the CEOs of
every one of her prospective business partners.

   "Oh..." a gasp from the female CFO of the biggest insurance firm in
North America.  "Disgusting," agreed the chairman of the city's leading
financial institution.  Everyone else was silent.  Danielle's hands moved,
incoherently gesturing, standing there in her $800 business suit.  Her
mouth moved, but no words would come out.  Her counterpart on the big video
screen, on the other hand, was having no such difficulty.  She was
explaining to her redheaded lover, in explicit detail, exactly what she
planned to do with the large silver vibrator she was now alternately
rubbing on her nipples and slipping into her mouth.  Carrie moaned her
contentment as she lapped away at her friend's pussy.

   "Well." One of the CEO's spoke with a tone of finality.  Danielle didn't
even see which one it was.  Nor did she care, as she stood in the middle of
the room, red-faced with rage, embarrassment and hysteria.  With great
effort, she brought her shaking fists to her sides and hurried from the
room, as the Danielle on the screen queried her lesbian lover, would she
like a tongue or a vibrator on her swollen dyke slut clit first?

   "TERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!" she
shrieked as she ran toward her office to find the bitch.

   ----------------- From her place under Danielle's desk, Terri had heard
everything.  Through it all, she'd been furiously pumping the dildo in and
out of her ass, while at the same time servicing her soaking wet cunt with
three fingers.  When it had all started to fall apart for Danielle, the
submissive blonde had felt the pulsing from deep within her pussy, and when
Danielle had screamed her name in rage (heard both on the speakerphone and
down the hallway), Terri had cum more violently than she ever had in her
entire life.  -----------------

   Danielle stormed into her office.  "WHERE ARE YOU, BITCH???" she
bellowed?  Silence answered her.

   Of course...the little blonde cunt had fled the building.  Oh, well,
Danielle thought grimly, she'll be a fugitive from the law by tonight
anyway.

   "I'll fix you, you little bitch," Danielle remarked to the empty air. 
Then she sat down at her desk and retrieved her rolodex, looking for the
name of a police officer she knew.  It was then that she got another shock.

   The rolodex was empty.

   Well, not entirely empty.  A stack of bundled cards with a post-it note
was the only thing in there with any writing, wedged between the unused XYZ
cards.  Shaking, Danielle read it.

   "Your Christmas cards are all sent out, so you won't need the rolodex
anymore!  I used the trick you taught me last year!  (Danielle's blood ran
cold, as she recalled the photos of Terri in humiliating, depraved
situations, which she had sent to the blonde's entire family last year) I
thought you might like a few extra copies so here they are!  Isn't it GREAT
to be second place again, sweetums?  Love, Terri"

   "No...." Danielle whispered, now as white as a ghost.  Tearing at the
bundle of cards....cringing in utter horror as she looked at them...

   Card #1, addressed to Danielle's parents: Another picture of Danielle
with the donkey.  The caption, in neat calligraphy: "This gives 'getting
some ass' a whole new meaning!  Love, your daughter Danielle."

   Card #2, addressed to the CEO of one of Danielle's would-be business
partners: A picture of Danielle getting her cunt eaten out by Carrie.  The
caption: "Too bad you can't get me off like this, you senile old bastard!
Looking forward to taking more of your company's money in the new year!  By
the way, I really enjoyed embezzling that $21,000 from you in the Mercedes
deal!  Best regards, your favorite sales lady, Danielle..."
Card #3, to Danielle's sister: Danielle having doggystyle sex with a
teenaged boy.  The caption: "Meet my new man.  In two years, he'll even be

old enough to vote!  Love, sis."

   "No.  NO!!!!!" the wicked brunette repeated.  She'd never seen the boy
before...nor the donkey...  "No...these are fake...th--" A memory suddenly
popped into Danielle's mind.  Last week, finishing up dinner, as her blonde
bimbo servant scurried about, cleaning up the table...Terri stealing a
suspicious number of furtive glances as Danielle drank her glass of wine...

   And Danielle, try as she might, UNABLE TO REMEMBER ANYTHING between then
and the next morning...assuming at the time that she'd just been extra
tired.  Now, realizing the truth...

   "You drugged me," the executive whispered, not without awe.

   Then came Danielle's biggest surprise of all, as she felt her skirt
being hiked up, her panties pulled down...and her slave's tongue finding
its mark on her clit, as it had so many times in the past year and a half.

   This time was different, though.  This time, the blonde was pouring
everything she had into this lesbian tongue fucking she was giving her
boss.

   As Terri deftly assaulted her mistress' clit, Danielle lost all of her
remaining motor skills, slumping back in her chair and shivering
uncontrollably.

   Then the blonde shoved Danielle's chair away from her.  The young
executive's eyes opened wide, and she gasped at the sudden loss of the
wonderful sensation Terri's tongue had been giving her.  Then Terri pulled
the dildo from her own ass and stuffed it in Danielle's gaping mouth. 
Danielle gagged and tried to fight her off, but her assistant fought
relentlessly; at one point, Danielle's chair toppled over backwards onto
the floor, and the evil brunette's head spun momentarily as her slave
fought to keep the dildo firmly buried in her mouth.

   My god, she means to choke me to death, Danielle thought desperately. 
But then came Terri's words:

   "Suck it clean, you bitch..."

   A wide-eyed Danielle shook her head NO.  Terri buried the awful-tasting
toy even further in Danielle's mouth, the tip was brushing against the back
of her throat and bringing her dangerously close to gagging.  "MMMM HMMMMM"
Danielle moaned frantically.

   Terri let the dildo out an inch or two.  Her tormenter gratefully began
sucking it clean.

   "Does my ass taste good, bitch?" Terri taunted her.

   Danielle merely nodded her head.  Once this slut got off of her, she'd
pick up the phone, call the police, and young Terri would spend the best
years of her life being used as a lezzie sex toy in a women's prison
upstate.  As she slurped away at the foul dildo, Danielle reflected that
Terri would probably be tasting worse--MUCH worse--on a daily basis for the
rest of her life.

   Then her attacker suddenly got off of her.  Danielle saw why, as she
spit the dildo out and leaned over, repeatedly expectorating in a futile
attempt to rid her mouth of the awful taste.  Scott, Angela and several of
Terri's key tormentors of the past year and a half had showed up on the
scene.  They were all standing in the middle of Danielle's office, not
quite sure what to make of the scene before them.  Terri was standing by
herself, completely naked except for a "Second Place" ribbon pinned to her
nipple, warily eyeing them and Danielle.

   Summoning herself, Danielle spat at the newcomers.  "What are you
waiting for.  Grab her and take her into the storage room.  We're going to
have some fun with her before we send her to jail."

   Scott moved toward Terri, who raised a hand, calling attention to her
extra long, sharp nails.  "Come near me and I'll claw your eyes out,
bastard."

   Scott stopped in his tracks, seeing the intensity in Terri's burning
stare.  He'd dominated and owned Terri hundreds of times in the past...but
that was a Terri who had been submissive, and had been instructed to do
anything and everything she was told.  This Terri was obviously one that
Danielle had completely lost control of.  A Terri who spent four days a
week at the health club, not only serving as eye-candy and a fuck-toy, but
also keeping her body well-toned, lean, and in outstanding physical shape.
A Terri that Scott was not sure he wanted to mess with any longer.

   Danielle had now composed herself.  "Terri...you're coming with me," she
intoned, barely keeping her rage in check.  "First you're going to
apologize to everyone in that meeting, then you're coming home to apologize
to ME.  Then I'll decide whether or not to have you thrown in jail for the
rest of your natural life."

   Terri didn't move.

   "NOW, slut.  Or I'll call the cops, I swear I will..."

   The blonde still stood her ground proudly, defiantly.  More so than she
had ever been for the past year and a half.

   "Do I need to remind you," Danielle growled, "that all those illegal
accounts are in YOUR name, and YOUR name only?  But....oh, fuck that...the
drugs, Terri?  I've had enough stashed in your car to put you away for 20
years.  Oh, I know, you THINK you found it all and threw it down the sewer.
By the way, you're going to be turning a lot of tricks to reimburse me for
THAT.  Drugs...money laundering...  prostitution.  All those offshore bank
accounts.  All tracing back to YOU.  Did you think I was bluffing when I
told you I would ruin you if you fucked with me?" Terri was now laughing
softly.  This enraged Danielle.  "IS THIS---DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY?  YOU
LITTLE BIMBO WHORE????  DO YOU THINK THAT I WON'T CALL THE COPS AND HAVE
YOUR LIFE RUINED????  I CAN MAKE UP ANY STORY I WANT TO!  I'M A RESPECTED
PROFESSIONAL IN THIS CITY.  YOU'RE THE COMPANY FUCKING WHORE!!  WHO ARE
THEY GOING TO BELIEVE?  I TRASHED YOUR SHITTY MARRIAGE AND I OWN YOUR
LIFE!!!!  YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY????  I'M GOING TO CALL THEM, BITCH!!!!!"

   Terri by now was openly giggling.  "You can call them, if you want to,
Danielle..."

   "MA'AM!!!!  YOU WERE...YOU WERE TOLD TO ALWAYS CALL ME MA'AM YOU
SNIVELING LITTLE SLUT!!!!"

   "Danielle, Danielle...Danielle..." the blonde practically sang...just to
make the point.

   "I'LL CALL THEM...DON'T THINK THAT I WON'T!!!" Fumbling, she picked up
the phone and began dialing.  "Hello?" she said confusedly as she realized
she wasn't getting the familiar tone indicating that she had gotten an
outside line.

   "....but to get a line out, you have to take it off 'speakerphone'..."
Terri finished helpfully.  "Unless..." the blonde was in tears, having not
laughed this hard in over a year.  "...unless you...you want everybody in
your precious meeting to overhear you...."

   The evil brunette executive stared at the telephone's LCD display, and
realized that her assistant was right.  Their whole exchange had been
shared with the executives still gathered in the conference room.

   Danielle blushed furiously, then went pale.  Her hands were shaking so
badly that she had to stab half a dozen times with her finger to press the
"disconnect" button on the phone.  Surprisingly, she asked "How could
you....?".  Terri didn't dignify this with an answer.  All the while, Scott
and his entourage stood there watching the soap opera unfold.

   "Danielle...MA'AM...weren't you going to make a CALL???" Terri's voice
was 100% pure dumb blonde bimbo.  "Your hands are shaking.  Would you like
ME to dial for you?" she beamed.

   "I'll do it, bitch," Danielle quavered, "and you will be sorry.  Oh,
they're going to have so much fun with you in prison, Terri..." Stubbornly,
Danielle ignored the fact that she'd just confessed to the blackmail and
extortion of Terri, with several witnesses.

   "Promise me we'll take long, hot soapy showers together, honey," the
blonde chirped happily.  "Since you'll be right there with me after they
see these pictures of YOU...." Terri pulled an envelope out of Danielle's
bookcase and tossed it on her desk.  Pictures from the envelope cascaded
all over the desk...pictures of Danielle in sexual positions with a young
man.

   "He's not a day over sixteen, in case you were wondering," Terri
commented helpfully.  "Quite illegal in this state...." Danielle's face was
now absolutely green.  What else had she done while she was drugged?

   "You drugged me, you fucking whore," Danielle cursed.  "It'll never
stand up.  You'll go to jail for drugging me too!"

   "Oh...I don't think so.  But, if you think so, dial the phone,
Danielle." Terri was speaking in a whisper at this point.

   "I'll get a good lawyer.  He'll exonerate me and then together we'll
lock you up and throw away the key.  I'll even let him fuck you just for
fun," Danielle threatened...but in reality she was scared badly by the way
things were going.

   "Lawyers cost money, sweetums!  And you have none!"

   "What are--I have enough money to...."

   "Oh," Terri exclaimed.  "I forgot to tell you.  Since all those accounts
were in my name, I cashed them all in!"

   "You." Danielle was now on overload.  "You.  You.  BITCH!!!!!!!" she
shrieked, charging at Terri.  The blonde sidestepped and grabbed a handful
of Danielle's hair, bringing the woman around in a half circle and causing
her to whack her knee on her desk with a resounding thud.  She wasn't
fazed. "Kill you...KILL YOU!!!!!!" she exclaimed and shoved Terri backward
into the wall.  Terri bounced right back and jumped on her tormentor,
clawing at her face and neck with her long, sharp red nails (which Danielle
had made mandatory for Terri...  a policy which she was now regretting). 
Terri was now going for Danielle's eyes...angrily, the brunette grabbed
Terri's wrist and bit it as hard as she could.  This disengaged Terri from
making ground beef out of Danielle's face for the moment.  Another shove
and Terri was was knocked on her bare ass, with Danielle following her
down.

   Terri began clawing at Danielle again, succeeding in ripping the woman's
business blazer halfway off of her.  The brunette stopped fighting, and
looked down at her semi-exposed breasts, snug in their white lace bra,
peeking out of her ruined business suit.

   "You bitch," she spat.  "This was four hundred dollars!"

   "Don't worry," Terri panted.  "You won't need it for your next job,"
punctuating this with a vicious slap across the executive's face.

   "UGGGGGHHHHHH!" Danielle shouted, and grabbed Terri's "second place"
ribbon and pulled as hard as she could.  The blonde's obscenely huge breast
stretched nearly a foot before the safety pin ripped through her pierced
nipple and free.  This also sent Danielle careening backwards into her
desk.

   Terri howled as blood poured from her injured nipple.  No time to bleed,
she thought, and jumped right back on her opponent.  The two women
viciously continued scratching, clawing, biting and punching at each other.
Scott and his entourage stood frozen in their positions, seemingly waiting
to see who was going to emerge on top.

   And it didn't take long to resolve the issue.  Terri had been working
out for four days a week for the past 18 months, a condition of her abuse
by Danielle, to keep her body perfect for her use as a sex toy and call
girl.  Danielle had taken to lying around eating bon-bon's while her blonde
slave waited on her.  Now she was paying for it, and was powerless to
retaliate as Terri retrieved a pair of handcuffs from Danielle's drawer and
cuffed her to the chair.

   Terri caught her breath, then addressed her ex-tormentor.

   "I have evidence of everything. 
Blackmail...rape...extortion...everything, Danielle." The blonde ripped a
piece off of Danielle's suit and held it to her bleeding nipple.  "If I
send them to the police, you'll be going away for a long time."

   "What....what do you want?" Danielle croaked.  She could hardly bring
herself to say the words.

   Terri produced a small stack of papers.  "These are your shares in this
company.  Sign them over to me."

   "No...." Danielle protested.  "No...OOOOOOOOOOF!!!!" Terri punched her
adversary squarely in the gut.

   "Sign them NOW.  Or I will ruin you."

   "You won't...."

   Terri picked up the phone and dialed.  "Yes...I'd like to make a
complaint....uh-huh....  yes....  um...  blackmail....  rape...  drug
trafficking...yes, I can...." Terri paused as she heard an unfamiliar
sound. It took a few seconds for her to identify it as Danielle sobbing, as
she reached for a pen and began signing the paperwork.  Satisfied, Terri
hung up the phone.

   "You'll never get away with this," Danielle hissed. 
"Scott...Angela...help me..."

   Terri held her hand up.  "They don't work for you anymore, bitch..." She
indicated the paperwork.  "*I* now own the majority of the shares of this
company." As she set about bandaging her nipple, Danielle switched gears
into her saleslady mode.

   "This....this is absurd!" The brunette appealed to her followers. 
"This...she forced me to sign...I d-did it under duress!  It won't hold up
in court..." But they were now looking at Danielle as if she were someone
whom they no longer wanted anything to do with.  "PLEASE LISTEN!  Get me
out of here..." she rattled the handcuffs, "and we'll shred these papers
up...then we'll shred Terri up--" the thought of feeding this blonde wench
through the paper shredder, tits first, was a gratifying one
"--we'll...it'll be like before!  I PROMISE YOU!!!  SCOTT!!!  GRAB THIS
BITCH AND TIE HER UP...I SWEAR TO YOU I CAN FIX THIS!!!!  DO AS I SAY OR
YOU'RE FIRED!"

   "You have zero authority anymore, Danielle," Terri explained.  "You're
just a second-place bimbo.  Besides...do you think they would really want
to help someone who was planning to sell them out?"

   Danielle turned white as a ghost.

   "What do you mean?" Angela asked suspiciously.

   "Tell them, sweetums!" Terri prodded Danielle, who was shaking her head
and looked as if she was about to be sick.  When no coherent answer was
forthcoming, Terri gave one herself.  "Our dear little Danielle here was
planning to sell off the company....and put you all on the street...."

   "Please..." Danielle whispered.

   "Is it true?" Angela asked with disbelief.

   "She's LYING!" Danielle insisted.  "Angela...are you going to take the
word of the company whore????"

   "Oh...don't take MY word for it," Terri offered, handing Angela a packet
of papers.  On top was a single airline ticket out of the country (Danielle
had explained to a petrified Terri that she would be riding in the baggage
compartment, crammed into a wooden box.) "Read for yourself..."

   Danielle was ashen.  "Please, Terri...."

   Angela read briefly, then her eyes narrowed and burned into Danielle. 
"You little fucking CUNT.  I've devoted YEARS to this company." She passed
the incriminating documents on to her husband and her friends, who also
looked at them in shock and anger.

   Terri spoke up.  "You were nothing more than a stepping stone for Miss
Executive here.  You...Scott...all of you."

   "Well, NO MORE!  Bitch..." Angela took a very menacing step toward
Danielle, who cowered in her chair.

   "A-Angela...listen..."

   The furious woman kept advancing on her former manager, until Terri
raised her hand.  "Hold off for just a minute."

   Angela wheeled on the company slut.  "Don't tell me what to do.  Who the
fuck do you think YOU are?"

   "Your boss," the nude blonde said matter-of-factly.  Angela realized it
was true.

   "Well...then I quit." Scott and the others murmured their agreement.

   "Oh, no need for that.  You were all fired anyway, the minute those
shares were signed over," Terri assured them.  "But...how would you each
like a *nice* separation bonus?  Like, $200,000 each?"

   That got their full attention.

   "Yeah, right.  She's trying to trick you," Danielle chattered,
desperately trying to gain back any favor from her former employees.

   Angela nodded her skepticism.  "Yeah...what's the catch?  Why would
you....well...let us off after....after..."

   "After you used me as a fuck-toy and raped and tormented me?" Terri
finished the other woman's thought without a trace of anger in her voice.
Angela nodded, as her face actually reflected a tiny bit of shame. 
"Well...I need your help, in dealing with the flat-chested wonder, here."
Terri slapped the back of the glowering Danielle's head.

   "But...Terri...."

   The blonde shook her head impatiently, as she gathered up her clothes
and began dressing.  "Are you interested or not?"

   Angela, Scott and the rest of the guys shared a glance at each other,
and at the incriminating paperwork which Danielle had planned to fuck them
over with.  One by one, they nodded.

   "Good," Terri acknowledged.  "I just need you guys to keep Ms.  Danielle
busy here for a little while." There was no question as to what the sexy
blonde meant by "busy", as she retrieved Danielle's panties.  Wadding them
up, she stuffed them in Danielle's mouth--"Don't you dare spit them out,
bitch," she warned with a harsh slap--then secured Danielle's mouth shut
with a strip of tape.  Finally, she undid the handcuffs and used them to
cuff Danielle's hands behind her back.  Then Terri leaned down and
whispered something to her ex-tormenter.  The brunette's eyes widened and
she began emphatically protesting through her makeshift gag.

   "You're with me," Terri ordered Angela.  "Grab that box over there." On
her way out, she nodded to Scott, Daniel and the rest of the men, who
quickly undressed and descended upon the helpless Danielle.

   Danielle thrashed frantically as each man took his turn with her.  Her
desperate screams came out only as muffled moans...Terri had gagged her
well.

   Danielle was helpless.

   Danielle was powerless.

   Worst of all, Danielle was unable to warn the men that Terri had been
replacing her birth control pills with fertility drugs for the past three
months...

   ---------------

   Trembling, with Angela at her side, Terri knocked at the door.  She
almost hoped nobody was home.  But then she heard the sound of approaching
footsteps from inside the house, and she took a deep breath as the door
opened.

   It was Steven.  "What do you want?  You're not supposed to be here and
you know it."

   "Steven, I need to tell you--" Terri began.

   Then the door opened a little more, as Steven was joined by his wife
Carrie.  The redhead snaked her arm around her husband.  "Who is it,
honey?" Then she saw.  "YOU.  GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES!  THERE'S A
RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST YOU, YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" She pulled at Steven.
"Honey, let's go call the police."

   Terri ignored her.  "Steven...I have to tell you something.  It won't
take long."

   "There's nothing to be said.  Now please leave before we call the
police." Steven's voice was cold...as if he had never known her.  As if
they had never made love on the beach in Hawaii until sunrise...  Steven
turned to walk away, with Carrie practically dragging him.

   "Wait," Angela spoke up from beside Terri.  "Um...Steven, I think you
might want to listen to what she has to say."

   The redhead was now looking worried.  "What...what is this?  What's
going on?" She tugged at her husband.  "Steven...you don't...we...we don't
have to listen to this!  Come on..."

   But Steven was listening now.  Showtime, Terri thought to herself.

   "Steven...you remember Danielle, don't you?"

   ------- Epilogue 1: Pathways -------

   Danielle left town shortly after Turnabout Day.  Two weeks later, she
rejected her breakfast.  Eight and a half months after that, she gave birth
to four babies...fathered by three different men.

   Oddly enough, Angela and Terri developed a sort of friendship after
Turnabout Day.  It began right after Terri had explained everything to
Steven, over the increasingly frantic protests of Carrie.  When Steven had
stood there, looking back and forth between his ex-wife and his current
wife, not knowing what to believe, Angela had piped in and acknowledged
that, yes, everything Terri had said was true.  Carrie had lunged for
Angela, who summarily knocked the redhead on her ass.  "I never liked that
bitch much anyway," she'd confided as the unusual pair had walked away from
the house, and from the intense shouting match going on there.

   Steven threw Carrie out of the house and got a quick annulment.  Carrie
lives by herself and spends most of her time either scheming to get "her"
man back, or plotting her revenge.  So far, she hasn't quite been able to
decide who should be the target--Terri, for wrecking her marriage, or
Danielle, for allowing Terri to get the upper hand.

   Over the ensuing several days, Terri and Steven had numerous heart to
heart talks.  o In the end, they mutually decided to move on, separately,
with their lives.  They also mutually agreed that no matter what, Terri
should keep the breasts.  The two also enjoyed a going-away tryst which is
another hot, raunchy, cum-dripping story in itself.

   -------- Epilogue 2 Terri

   Terri sat at her desk, looking over the deals she'd closed.  A new
Terri, a new job, on a new coast....same results.  The last contract, which
she'd closed just ten minutes ago, had been an especially tough one.  The
client had been undecided between Terri's firm and another rival company.
But the best part was Michelle.  Michelle was someone who'd quickly become
a fierce rival of Terri's.  The two of them had battled for days over this
contract...and Terri had come out on top.

   You've still got it, she congratulated herself.

   Terri had a number of things to do.  The contracts had to go over to
Legal...  not to mention the manpower requirements, which H.R.  needed to
know about immediately.  But, first things first.  Turning to her computer,
the blonde opened a new e-mail memo.

   Dear Michelle:

   Burress Corp.  is now mine.  Did you really think that dress with the

   slit up the side would make any difference?  If that's the best you've

   got, then my tenure in this town is going to be long and prosperous!

   But anyway, congrats on being second pl

   Terri frowned and stopped typing.  Then, she began tapping her
[backspace] key.  Eventually, she held it down till she'd obliterated all
but the salutation.  This done, she began typing again, very thoughtfully.

   I got Burress.  You gave me a good fight all the way...thanks!  A bit

   of real competition keeps a gal on her toes.

   Listen...I have a number of prospects whom we're not calling on at this

   point in time.  They're smaller companies who are out of our market, but

   at least some of them might be within yours.  I'll be happy to refer
them

   to you.

   Let's discuss over dinner.  Winner buys!

   Terri

   A new town...a new start.  Maybe even a new friend....or more, Terri
thought.  That dress with the slit up the side had indeed been noticed...
and not just by the executives at Burress Corp.

   With a conscious effort, she pushed back the Michelle fantasies which
were running rampant through her head.  Then, she turned back to her files.

   "Fuck it," she said aloud after reading through one page.  "This'll wait
till tomorrow." The office was completely quiet.  Everyone else had gone
home, Terri realized.

   It had been a long day.  For now, Terri needed a nice, easy workout at
the health club.  From her bottom drawer, she retrieved her workout attire
and began to strip.  After her ordeal as Danielle's office slut, the blonde
saleslady had no inhibitions against changing clothes in her office.  There
were even some mornings when Terri came to work and felt the urge to get
under her desk instead of behind it....

   Today would be an easy workout, Terri told herself as she changed. 
Twenty minutes on the stairmaster, then abs, topping off with a nice
leisurely swim.  Followed by a quiet, relaxing evening....

   ---------------------

   The janitor held his breath as the new senior sales partner began
stripping off her clothes.  Taking care to ensure that she couldn't see
him, he unzipped his fly as her lovely breasts came into view.  The new
saleslady was a dead ringer for an actress in a porno movie which he had at
home, and which he'd stroked off to hundreds of times.

   As Terri bared her ass, the janitor gasped so loudly that he feared the
girl must have heard him.  On her left asscheek was a large tattoo of a
heart, with the name "Danielle" written in it.  The star of the porno movie
had the SAME TATTOO...

   My god, it's really her, he thought fleetingly as he shot his load all
over the filing cabinet he was concealed behind.

   As Terri dressed in her workout garb, the janitor adjusted his fly and
crept away, smugly contemplating this new information he'd come across, and
how he could use it to his advantage.  He wondered just what the woman
would be willing to do to keep her secret from being exposed...