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Proof by Example
by DS
Contains: lesbian sex, domination/submission, humiliation, non-consensual
Chapter 1: Fair Warning
"Hey Susan, still lookin' good!" The thirty-two year old
woman stood by her table for a bit, confusedly looking her over. "Val?
My god, I almost didn't recognize you, you look so... dunno, you're
beaming". Valerie smiled, slightly adjusting her glasses as acknowledgment
of the kind compliment. "Take a seat - I ordered drinks for us
already, you took your coffee black, right?" Susan, now seated,
looked up briefly. "You didn't? Guess it's been too long after
all, heh..." Susan just nodded in response. "I'll just ask
for some cream on the side-" she waved; "-it's not a big deal.
So do you still work at that law firm, with that Holly girl? How are
things going with that? Oh- could I get some cream with my coffee?"
Susan chirped, turning to the waiter deftly moving in with the ordered
refreshments. After he nodded and went well on his way, Valerie sat
back with a grin, blowing the steam off her cup of tea. "Yeah,
I still work there - and it's a funny coincidence you remember that
one girl, how things turned out with that..." "Oh, do
tell" Susan smiled, pointlessly stirring her coffee out of habit.
Valerie took a moment to think, then began.
---
Well, you remember how Holly got her position, right? Slept with Gerald,
our human resource manager, they even dated for a while until she thought
it was safe to dump him. She thought nobody would find out, but most
people at work probably suspected it, however I was the one she confided
in when she needed someone to show her the ropes - she was my 'friend'
for a while, until she couldn't use me anymore, and I fell for it just
the same. I even helped arrange some of the meetings for her - stupid
in retrospect, but you know my weaknesses. Anyway, work for her wasn't
going very well - she lacked qualifications for the position, but at
the same time she knew she wouldn't get fired, she still had Gerald's
full support. As you can imagine, she didn't really contribute much,
mostly hanging around, and bored most of the time. It took only weeks
for her to start making up little games to entertain herself, and one
of her favorite ones was teasing the guys on the work floor - and I
mean cock teasing.
It started with sexy make-up, going beyond what the conservative average
around us clerks was, using a delicate green eye-shadow, foundation,
mascara, thick red lipstick, looking more like a supermodel than a clerk
- the clothes soon followed, her office skirt shorter and tighter day
by day, then she began wearing a soft silk blouse, and began leaving
her bra at home... high heels, smooth black stockings, perfume... Her
entire walk, posture, movement was meant to allure, to attract. And
it worked - let me tell you those guys would do anything for her, all
in the hopes of getting on her good side. Little did they know she had
none - I don't think she put out for any of them, but their desire for
her was what made it fun for her, to keep those guys just hovering on
the verge of hope, to be waited on like a princess without needing to
make any commitments.
Now maybe I already told you this, but Holly is hot. She's got the
most perfect ass, beautiful lush breasts and that long, summer-bleached
hair that only Californians seem to be able to maintain. I have to admit,
from the very first day she walked into the office I had a crush on
her, but as always she turned out to be as heterosexual as it comes
- she only had eyes for the guys, and knew exactly how to use her sexy
body to get the best reactions out of them. The way she'd bend down
for a drawer, her dress tightening around that ass, the way she'd press
her body gently - but noticeably - against someone passing by her, the
way she'd suck off a ballpoint, pretending to be deep in thought, but
fully aware of how it made men around her drool with longing, the way
she'd unbutton the top of her blouse on 'warm days' just to give the
boys a generous view of her tits - this lady knew how to work her crowd.
Unfortunately, she ended working in the same department as me, thanks
to further strings pulled by Gerald, and I had to endure this parade
day in day out. Now I'm a professional woman and I believe in working
hard... but I couldn't pull my eyes away from her. That dancing golden
hair, the way her dress kneaded her cheeks as she walked... everything
she was doing during the workday was turning me on - she probably didn't
even mean to, I never told anyone at the office about being lesbian
at least, but her antics were getting me wet every day, and it made
work impossible. Something had to be done, and since I knew the guys
would never admit to a problem, I realized that I would need to talk
to her myself.
So I hit her up at the watercooler, explained how people could get
the wrong idea about her flirting, how it distracted people from work,
how it could turn dangerous if someone would get too interested in her.
I'm not sure if I mentioned the 'rape' word just then or later, but
I remember she just laughed it all off as an innocent pastime, said
it wasn't her fault if the guys stopped thinking with their big heads.
She even suggested that with some make-up, I could be turning heads
just like her - it was as if she didn't even realize I was there to,
you know, work. I had some clients I had to meet so I gave up on it
there, but when she was at it early the next day I tried to bring the
subject up again, and I definitely warned her for getting raped, just
to try to get her to understand the gravity of the situation. I think
that's when she started taking offense; said I was jealous of her good
looks, all that. I got pretty boiled up about it, rashly told her that
wasn't the case at all, and that turned out to be a mistake.
I was beginning to entertain her, and that meant trouble. She immediately
concluded that if I wasn't jealous of her looks, then I was probably
jealous of the men for being her exclusive audience. She thought she
was just messing around ofcourse, teasing me, but damn... when she said
that, for a moment I felt this wave of unease hit me, like a kid caught
with her hand in the cookie jar. She caught on to the unease somehow,
and from the rest of the day her show was only for me - hanging her
breasts in my neck while 'checking up', intoxicating me with her aroma,
overly friendly hand contact, placing her delightful curves on my desk,
for 'casual chat', sensually licking off the spoon in my tea - I could
see the glint in her eyes, she knew she was accomplishing something
with me, and it edged her on. And I was a hopeless mess. Other than
a one-night fling that didn't even work out two weeks before that I
had been dry, and now this gorgeous woman was trying her best to turn
me on. And fuck, it was working.
At lunch I couldn't take it anymore - my panties were soaked,
and my face was flushed - she probably thought it was embarrassment,
but I was so fucking horny right there that I had to go to the washroom
for relief. The moment I hit the stall my hands dove down into my panties
- stupid of me not to bring the vibrator in my purse - and biting my
lip I could finally vent my frustrations. But at the same time, I felt
miserable, being in a washroom cubicle trying to frig myself to orgasm,
during work hours nonetheless - I couldn't let this woman do that to
me. So I forced myself to calm down, cleaned up as good as I could -
the panties were spoiled, so I decided to risk just not wearing them.
At least the chilled air in the washroom and the water I splashed on
my face helped clear my head, helped cool my body down, to the point
where I could deal with it again.
Or so I thought. When she came over to ask questions, I could smell
her hair, saw her beautiful pouty lips from so close - she even 'accidentally'
brushed her hand past my breasts, and I hoped she didn't notice how
rock hard my nipples were, and pretty soon she had me more riled up
than before lunch - I could barely keep a steady breath. She thought
I was getting upset, and kicked up the action some more, giggling as
she swayed her ass in full view, just aside my hand. How I wanted to
squeeze it, fondle it, feel and knead its firm softness. My word processor
was still blinking on the page I loaded an hour earlier, and I could
feel my wetness trickle down my thighs when I walked. I couldn't take
much more of it, but I couldn't do anything about it. She had me under
her control, she played me like a fine instrument, and she wasn't going
to stop. This woman thought it was hilarious to use sex to harass other
people. I concluded that I was going to have to make her stop.
She thought she was supposed to pick something up in the copy room,
but when the door lock clicked, she knew something was up. "What
do you want!?" she asked, but that was all I gave her time for
- I don't think she suspected I could try to overpower her at all, and
she didn't even resist much - I had her on the floor in moments, muffling
her screams with my hand. "Nobody can hear you" I explained
- the copy room has thick sound insulation to keep all the machine noise
inside, so I wasn't bluffing. The hard part was gagging her - I had
planned to just tape her mouth shut with the packaging tape, but then
I remembered my moist panties in my pocket, and... I couldn't resist,
it was her fault anyway. She even helped open her mouth to scream when
I stuffed them in, and she was too shocked to respond before I stuck
the piece of tape over her lips, and with both hands free taping her
hands behind her back was a breeze. I just wanted to scare her a bit
you see, teach her a lesson - make her feel that what she was doing
was wrong and dangerous. Maybe just cop a feel. Nothing more.
But she wasn't going anywhere. With her hands behind her back, her
breasts strained against that silk blouse, her ass wriggling across
the carpeted floor in that tight skirt, her perfume... "This is
what you get when you keep teasing people like that" I explained,
blissfully feeling up her breasts after being denied all day - no bra
on her, despite having jugs like that, amazing how she gets away with
it. "You never thought about how all those men suffer with their
cocks rock hard in their pants, just for your entertainment?" My
breath was ragged, not from the struggle to overpower her, simply from
arousal. She was so close, smelled so nice, and this time I could do
with her what I wanted, didn't have to hold back anymore. "You
probably never noticed me looking at you as well, huh, thought I was
just bringing the topic up for whatever feminist reasons, but you know
Holly, I can't work with you prancing around like that, with your seductive
smile, your curves, your ass as you bend over..." Her eyes were
widening as it dawned on her, and I felt relief, freedom. Power.
"Surprise Holly, I'm a dyke. I get turned on by other women. I
need tits and pussies to get off. I never told anybody at work because
it was none of their business, kept it to myself". I idly stroked
her thighs, her squirming unable to prevent me grasping across to get
a handful of divine ass. "And despite you making my snatch wet
every day I accepted that I couldn't have you, that you were hungry
for cock and nothing else. I could live with that, that's life. But
then you began your teasing, and that's when it became a problem".
She was whimpering into her gag, tears forming in her eyes - totally
devastated by the unexpected developments. "See, I couldn't do
anything. I couldn't reach out and squeeze your ass like I'm doing now.
I couldn't lock lips with you and forget the stupid Brenner case for
a good hour or so; I was helpless". I moved further up, my face
inches from hers now, her nostrils flaring with fear, yet her skin so
delicate... "And now you're in that same boat. Really sucks, doesn't
it?". I slowly bent down to kiss her cheek to emphasize my point,
and felt her shiver while she angrily stared back at me.
"Why so cross," I teased, "I'm sure someone like you
kissed plenty of girls to get attention". Holly violently shook
her head, and then it became clear to me - she hated girls. Her teasing
of the guys wasn't just for her enjoyment, she was doing it to make
us jealous, to piss off the other women at work. Ofcourse she never
realized that I wanted her, I hardly existed for her other than as competition
for the men's attention. She had zero interest in me, and that pissed
me off; I can't stand being ignored. And from those thoughts, I drifted
to the conclusion that this lesson wasn't going to hit home for her.
Scaring her wouldn't seem sufficient. In my arousal-induced delirium
it made sense; I had to go further with this. I wanted more. I wanted
to go too far, and I already knew how I was going to get away with it,
and my last doubts vanished. My hands slid down her heaving chest, across
the smooth silk of her blouse, first resting on her soft tits, then
quietly feeling them, kneading them; Holly moaned in angry protest.
It pretty soon became apparent that although Holly hated women, her
body couldn't discriminate, and I decided then just how far I was going
to go.
Holly squirmed, but her face flushed - I know my way around tits, and
her sheer silk blouse couldn't hide her hardening nipples. "Feels
good when I roll them between my fingers like this huh" I encouraged
her, smiling as I saw the fury in her eyes. I could feel her body heating
up under my touch, it was so fucking arousing, her defiance only made
it more arousing, and I slid over her stocking-clad leg as I worked
her tits, feeling the soft nylon brush against my wet snatch. Her eyes
widened as she felt my moisture, and I grinned. "Can you feel how
wet you're getting me Holly? That's how wet my panties were today -
can you still taste it in them?" Holly jerked her head back violently
in revulsion, but couldn't do a thing. "I'm... just going to use
your body... as a fucktoy" I panted, humping her leg in my sexual
daze, forgetting my plans for the moment - I had days, no, weeks of
pent-up sexual frustration roaring to be released, and I lost myself
in her heat, her scent, her curves. I bit my lip as my fingers flew
between my legs, hiking up my skirt and diving between the wet folds
of my pussy and her now soiled stockings, and edged on by my fantasies,
my orgasm built so damn fast it almost came disappointingly fast, my
body lightly trembling on top of hers, squeezing her tit hard, my breath
ragged and hair strewn in her neck. "That... that's what you're
making... me do, Holly".
Holly had been somewhat passive during all this, staring at the door
on her right in revulsion. "And now it's your turn". That
got her attention, and what started as anger soon turned to fright -
her eyes begged me to stop, but I had no more inhibitions, slowly inching
up her short skirt. "God, you really are a slut" I admired,
confirming my fantasies I found no underwear, no tan lines, just her
naked twat with a neatly trimmed tuft of natural blonde hair framing
her slit. "I bet it turns you on to prance around those guys not
wearing anything, huh?" I lowered down, blowing coyly against the
bare pussy, enjoying her twitching as she sensed it. I wasted no time,
and when she felt my tongue probe her slit she screamed into her gag,
but I simply ignored her, grasped her hips and went to work. She didn't
stand a chance - I know pussies even better than I know tits, and I
bet the poor girl didn't know what was happening to her. Within minutes
I had her wet down to her ass, moaning uncontrollably as I gingerly
bit her clit, rolled my tongue against it, then dipped back down, lapping
slowly but surely. Holly was crying, disgusted, but she couldn't help
her body reacting the way it did.
When Holly was ready I moved back up, slipping my hand into her blouse
to squeeze her now hypersensitive breasts, the other slowly probing
her dripping pussy, pistoning in and out at an increasing rhythm. "You're
just a little teasing slut, Holly". Holly moaned, her hips bucking
to escape my fingers. "You'd never let any of those guys fuck you,
you'd just laugh as they jacked off at home thinking about your ass
and tits..." It probably didn't even register with Holly at this
point. "I should let them in here, let them finally fuck you in
every hole like you made them want to..." She responded now, slightly
shaking her head in fright, still squirming to escape me, but she was
losing. Her body was losing, I could feel every inch of her burning.
"Luckily for you I don't like to share, especially not with men...
so let this be my lesson to you, slut... the next time you feel like
playing with someone's head, think about how this dyke had her fingers
up in your pussy, her hand in your blouse and how you couldn't do a
thing about it...". Holly cried, sobbed through her nose, nodding
submissively. "...and forced you to cum" I hissed,
slapping her bare ass sharply while I pinched her clit. And Holly came.
Her snatch clasped down hard on my fingers, her back arched, she yelped
into her gag, and it seemed to go on forever, her body pulsating under
my touch.
She was still speechless, shaking with post-orgasmic spasms as I roughly
pulled off the tape from her hands and mouth, my panties rolling from
her mouth with a long strand of saliva. I straightened out my clothes,
trying to calm my own body down, and sat back in a chair for a moment.
Holly got on her feet after a while, her knees still shaking weakly.
"Y-you're finished" she bit, but her voice was still shaky,
making her sound weak. "You're going to jail for this". She
was biting back her tears, her anger; although I didn't think my actions
through this far, she didn't faze me. "No, I'm not. If you tell
anybody about this... if you try to get me fired..." I began, and
Holly planted her hands in her side, a more confident look on her face
now. "...I'll forward transcripts of your e-mail conversations
with Gerald to Mr. Richards". Holly blinked; I obviously needed
to jog her memory a little. "You know, the entire 'I can't wait
to wrap my little lips around your hard cock' series from the days where
you fucked him in order to steal the promotion I deserved - I'm sure
Mr. Richards will be interested to hear about that". Holly turned
pale now. "And if you think about going to the police... I'll show
them exactly how you're paying for your apartment and your Benz".
She supported herself on the table, averting her eyes. "How..."
"You abused me to arrange those matters for you, you stupid cunt.
You used my computer, seduced me to do the paperwork for you - everybody
in the office knows what you've been up to, but I'm the only one with
the hard evidence stored away. I didn't want to stoop to your level
and use them for my own benefit..." I got up from the chair, closing
in on her; this must be how a predator would feel, closing in on the
crippled prey. "...but if you think you're in a position to threaten
me... I guess I'm going to have to play this differently". "L-look,
Valerie..." "Shut up, Holly. You fucked up, and I'm not done
with you". Holly just stood there, uncomfortably fixing her blouse,
unsure of what to do. "W-what do you want from me?" I waited
a while, making sure she recognized I was in control of this situation,
then tapped my cheek. "...what?" she sputtered. "How
about a nice kiss to thank me for making you cum, slut?" She stared
at me in disbelief, but I was serious. "Go on" I encouraged,
not even bothering to add the 'or else'. Revulsion, hate, fury... but
her lips puckered up and touched my cheek, and only then did I unlock
the door for her. Few people were left on the floor to notice her leaving,
so I closed the door on the copy room again and sighed.
It had been a bluff. I had no hard evidence of the transactions, I
just knew what had transpired and I figured Holly wouldn't have a clue
about who arranged what for her. I'd be screwed if she remembered; anyone
that knows me personally knows I'm a lesbian, and if an investigator
would find the right ex they'd know all about my fantasies actually
making her case about this rape solid. By as early as tomorrow I could
have people show up at my door for answers, and I wouldn't have much
to fend them off. And yet, I felt good about what I did. With a girl
as hot as Holly, how couldn't I - fucking her was a dream come true,
and the memory alone would keep me happy for many nights to come. I
stretched out my panties, soaked beyond recovery for today, finally
deciding to just put them in my handbag. Teaching her a lesson was long,
long overdue, and the guys working on our floor deserved it. I'd miss
this job if I was arrested, I'd miss the guys. But I would never regret
what I did.
Chapter 2: The Mirror
"Wow... that's..." Susan started, searching for the right
word. "Nuts. But hot" she finally added. "Yeah, it really
was, you should've seen her on that floor". Valerie tapped the
spoon into her empty teacup, her thoughts adrift. "Crepes Suzettes
with strawberries" the waiter suddenly announced, and she snapped
back. "Thank you". The waiter took a while to set everything
up, and Susan just smiled at her; when the waiter wished them a good
meal and left, she hung forward conspiringly. "So how did that
end? Did she ever find out you were bluffing?" "Well, the
next morning was pretty nerve-wracking to say the least, every cop car
on the way to work had me worked up, and even settling in with my cup
of morning tea was uncomfortable - Holly was late. But when she did
show up..." "...yes?" Susan inquired hungrily, ignoring
the food before her, and I took a deep breath.
---
Holly was the center of attention as usual, but for unusual reasons
that day. She wore a cotton blouse, a long skirt, dark stockings, and
her make-up was much more casual than normal, unable to hide a rather
sleep-deprived look. Her walk, her behavior... she was nothing like
the teasing slut I raped the day before, she bought into the bluff,
the lesson was learned, and I was incredibly relieved. She actually
tried to do her job for once, staying relatively quiet for the first
hour, but then she came up to me, fidgeting with her blouse. "Valerie,
can we... talk?" I stared at her for a moment, which visibly frustrated
her. She was still hot, even without tight, revealing clothing, even
without her usual make-up, and I couldn't help picture her the way she
lay before me yesterday. I didn't want to talk with her, I wanted to
fuck her again. "I'm not really interested" I told her coldly
- she had learned her lesson, and I really wanted to get it behind me,
the sooner the better. She drooped off, but it didn't end there.
I was in the toilet, washing some markings off my hand when she followed
me in, standing at the faucet adjacent to mine - I didn't even look
at her, using the mirror's reflection to monitor her; she seemed to
be searching for words. "What do you want?" I asked eventually,
still turned away. "I... I just want to make sure we have an agreement,
about you not revealing any of that info I mean, and I won't tell anyone
what happened yesterday, and we can both just forget about the whole
thing". Her hands were shaking again, and her vulnerability amused
me - I decided to make her sweat some more. "I don't need to promise
anything, slut". The name-calling sparked anger in her eyes, but
she held it back. "I think I'll just forward the info anyway...
seriously, nobody will buy the rape story, not when evidence like that
is on the table, and I was thinking it'd probably get me a nice raise".
I ran the faucet again, washing the last soap off my hands before heading
out. "You can't... I need this job, I-" "Cry me a fucking
river, Holly" I snapped, but inside I was grinning madly - I was
going to leave it at that though. "What... what do you want from
me then" Holly murmured demurely. I knew what I wanted from Holly.
Was I strong enough to resist the temptation of pushing this even further?
Fuck no.
"Well Holly, you could always show me how talented you are at
eating pussy". I giggled when I saw Holly's eyes widen. "Never".
Resolute. It didn't surprise me, I wasn't even serious when I suggested
it. "You're disgusting" she whispered, her voice trembling,
but now she managed to piss me off good. "Disgusting?! You whored
yourself out to that creep Gerald to steal my promotion, were too fucking
lazy to even arrange the paperwork so you sweet-talked me into doing
it for you, and ever since then you've been using everyone around you
for whatever you could, only to dump them when they lost their usefulness,
but even that wasn't enough, you thought it was funny to fucking tease
them day in day out, and you call ME disgusting?!" I raised my
voice, let the anger flow, it felt good. "Look... I'm sorry about
all that. If I had known you were a lesbian I would've never-"
"This isn't about me, you stupid cunt. Do you really think
a hollow apology and some half-decent clothes are going to solve things?"
Holly stood back a bit, her confidence failing again.
"So what do you want me to do...?" She finally asked, sounding
disgusted with herself. "What do I want you to do... hmm".
Her insolence made me want to abuse this as far as I could now. "I
think it's time you experienced just what you're doing to others. Stand
against the sink." "Wait, Valerie - what I meant was-"
Holly sputtered, but my expression must've been enough, and she slowly
turned against the faucet. "Lift your skirt". Holly fumed,
taking the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. "Higher" I corrected
- and I couldn't resist clacking my tongue in appreciation when she
revealed her firm ass, this time covered by impeccable lace panties
in what seemed to be a poor attempt at decency. "V-Valerie, you
can't..." "Save it, slut". I blindly grabbed in my handbag
while I fondled her, both hands quickly finding what they were looking
for. I had thought of the perfect lesson.
"Valerie stop" Holly jumped when I reached between her hips,
clasping her pussy through the sheer fabric. She held my hand away,
her lips trembling as if she wanted to say more, but couldn't find the
words; I smirked. "God you're so fucking stupid Holly, do you really
think I'm going to let you off easy?" "Valerie, I-I'm not
stupid, I'm not-- but surely-" "Then shut up, turn back around,
bend over the sink and keep holding up that skirt". I saw her indignation
in the mirror, her full breasts still hanging heavy in her blouse, her
hair dangling loose, and I playfully twirled my tongue around the gadget
I took from my handbag: an elongated pink bullet-shape, battery-powered,
remote-controlled vibrator. Holly saw it too, and I saw her squirm nervously,
even more so when I slid down her lace panties down her thighs. While
sucking on the vibrator for lubrication I weighed the risks; Holly wouldn't
dare tell anyone, but if someone would hear...
"C-can you at least hurry? What if Jessica or Dawn come in..."
Holly pleaded, dancing from one foot onto the other as I slowly slid
the bullet up and down her snatch, spreading her pussy lips with my
free hand and admiring the beautiful pink. "Don't worry, they already
know what kind of girl you are". "I'm not-" Holly protested,
but was cut short when I slid the bullet deep into her snatch, nestling
it against her most sensitive spot. "Ahhh-not t-there..."
"Oh, you prefer it in your ass, slut?" I countered, and after
a strange hesitation, she just shook her head, defeated. "Then
quit whining". I yanked her panties back up, letting them ride
deep into her slit before I let go, and swatted her hands from her skirt.
"Do you see this switch, slut?" I asked her, holding the remote
for her to see. "Y-yea..." I slowly pushed the switch forward,
and Holly yelped, grasping her crotch through her skirt. "That's
how it works. Don't even think about pulling it out, it better be in
place at the end of the day, and until then you're going to have lots
of fun".
I let her simmer for a bit, staring at her cubicle from across the
isle. She glanced at me every now and then, expecting me to activate
the switch at any moment, but after an hour she began to concentrate
on her work, for as far as she was capable of doing so to begin with.
And then the opportunity I was waiting for presented itself. "Not
feeling so well today, Holly?" Jerome, a somewhat nerdy but outgoing
coworker that operated in the cubicle next to mine, asked her while
returning from the water cooler. Holly looked up with initial irritation,
but startled when I slid the switch up, instantly looking at me in fright.
"I-I'm fine, it's... just..." she stammered, turning back
to Jerome. "Well, you look a little... ah, it's not my business.
Mr. Richards asked for you in his office, probably about the Connely
rapport". "Alright" Holly bit impatiently, her face flushed.
Jerome stood around longer than he needed to, then finally turned around
to his own cubicle; seemingly confused at how Holly had acted. Holly
got up, sent me another angry glare and paced to the end of the isle;
I slowly slid down the switch until it was almost off again. She took
a deep breath and went in, I waited a few moments, then grinned as I
switched it to full.
Fifteen minutes later she waddled out, supporting herself on the door
post, then ever so slowly went back to her cubicle, her face beet red.
Mr. Richards followed her out for a moment, scratching his balding head,
and I bit my lip not to burst out in laughter. Holly sat down without
even looking at me, squirming in her seat, and only after I flipped
the switch to halfway again did she glance at me again. It wasn't just
anger anymore, there was a hint of despair in her eyes now, she knew
there was nothing she could do about her situation; I was in control.
And that turned me on immensely. I'd slide the switch back up and saw
her reaction, trying so hard not to respond, to bear it, until I slid
it back down, when she tried to collect herself, pick up her work again,
but I never gave her long, I was determined to force her to go all the
way.
I saw her resolve slowly breaking, and I imagined how she must've felt
- her every movement reminding her of the invader in her pussy, edging
her further and further on. Whenever she thought nobody was watching,
she'd move her hand between her legs, covertly humping her chair, harder,
faster; I made sure to adjust the pace of the vibrator accordingly,
and within ten minutes she collapsed on her desk, biting her thumb,
breathing so heavily even I could hear it, until her legs clenched,
her shoulders trembled, her chair squeaked, and I switched the vibrator
back to a lower setting again. I'd give her a short while to rest, the
device just buzzing on a low pitch, but whenever she tried to get back
to work, I'd start the sequence again, and after a while she'd lose
it again, and at the end she'd orgasm again. This was the best office
activity ever. She was halfway yet another sequence when she suddenly
shot up and briskly walked towards me. "What's the matter?"
I asked, pretending to be too busy to pay much attention. "I- I
need to go to the bathroom" Holly asked, then waited for my reaction.
With her standing this close I could hear the faint buzz from her crotch,
and I could swear I smelled her arousal. "Mmm... I bet you're hoping
to sneak off so you can diddle your clit in earnest, aren't you?"
"No! I just... I need to pee, and I didn't want-" I couldn't
help smiling; it was so damn obvious that was exactly what she had been
planning. "Aww.... sure, I'll allow you to go potty. Don't be long
now". Holly blushed even more at my choice of words, but padded
off quickly to the toilet. Just before she entered I flipped the remote
off - she wasn't going to get any satisfaction in private, that wouldn't
be any fun.
"Do you know what's going on with Holly today?" Mike asked
when Holly was gone, sipping an early lunch break coffee. "What
do you mean?" I asked - although I wanted to teach Holly a lesson,
I didn't want to involve the whole office too much, and I realized I
might have gone too far with her already. "Well, you know how she
usually dresses... how she usually likes to ask people for advice-"
"You mean take work from her hands?" I grinned, and Mike nodded
guiltily, smiling; Mike was a good guy, worked hard and never hesitated
to help others out whenever he could - unfortunately for him this made
him Holly's primary victim. "Yeah, I guess she does do that - but
today I haven't seen her leave her desk much, do you know what's up
with that?" "I had a good talk with her about it, Mike".
"Oh, I see..." Mike almost sounded disappointed. I couldn't
blame him, I knew he lusted after Holly, and she probably fucked with
his head enough for him to still dream of scoring with her some day.
I played with the idea to have Holly suck him off to apologize personally
for that shit as alternative punishment, hell she'd be glad to right
now - a slut like her probably loved sucking cock, and I kept her horny
as hell today. But part of me resisted that idea. A very jealous part,
because I was embarrassed to realize I wanted to keep Holly for myself.
"Actually... thanks, Valerie" Mike finally spoke, and I stirred
from my thoughts. "It'll save me a ridiculous amount of time".
I don't know what happened, but it seemed he accepted his situation,
and I just smiled and nodded. "You and me both, Mike".
It took her over fifteen minutes to come out of the restroom, her hair
a lot wilder than when she went in, but her face was nothing short of
frustrated. Holly had tried. Holly had tried really hard. But she couldn't
do it. She wasn't a woman to frig herself, especially not in public
places, she'd just dial some boyfriend to screw her silly if she was
in the mood for it, probably drag a free dinner out of it by habit.
The vibrator helped her over the edge today, but the vibrator couldn't
help her in there. I switched the remote back on, and she jolted in
her chair; I couldn't imagine how sensitive she must've been at that
point. She looked at me, her eyes pleading, tearing up, but I had no
mercy to give. Holly had several visitors during the day, and I even
heard some people gossip about her - I wasn't sure how much people realized
but I was getting too turned on to care. My plan was working perfectly,
and around four o'clock it was time to prepare for the final phase:
I turned the switch down to halfway, and left it there. I saw her hump
at times, I saw her stare at me in frustration, but I simply ignored
her until work was finally over, then went over to her desk and took
her back to the copy room.
Holly was breathing heavily behind me while I locked the door, smelling
of sex and sweat. "How many times did you cum?" "I-"
she started, beginning an excuse but probably realized how futile it
was. "Seven... seven times" I had only counted six - if she
didn't orgasm in the toilet, then maybe in Mr. Richards' office...?
"Very nice, slut. Did you get much work done today?" "Ofcourse
not!" she called with indignance. "How do you expect-"
"I don't - that's the entire fucking point. That was the lesson
- when someone out there is constantly making you horny, that's not
very good for your productivity. Do you finally understand that now,
you dumb slut?" "V-Valerie, look I'm sorry, I-" "Lift
your skirt" I interrupted her, slowly circling to her front. Holly
complied, and before I could even see her panties I saw the long, dark
stains on her stockings. She was absolutely soaked, and it was a small
miracle her wetness didn't show through her skirt even. "Well,
those aren't much use anymore, are they? Give them to me".
Holly let her skirt drop, then worked her long legs out of her panties,
shakily handing me the wet fabric when she was done. I took it to my
nose and inhaled deeply while I appreciated the view, her legs now only
clad in her long stockings and high heels; I knew it'd bother her, which
only made it more enjoyable. "Mmmm... you smell very nice. What
time was your last orgasm, slut?". "I... I don't know..."
Holly was slightly squirming, and I didn't understand why until, accompanied
by a wet slurp, the vibrator slipped out of her snatch, streaming a
long trail of her juices to where it landed, softly buzzing on the now
stained carpet; she covered her face in shame. "Pick it up".
Holly complied, her fingers slightly vibrating around the slick bullet.
I still carried the remote, and I took this opportunity to switch it
back to a noisy full setting; Holly almost dropped it, confused as to
what I wanted from her. "Your last orgasm was around ten to three,
just when Patrick was passing by. That's over two hours ago, slut".
I knew she needed it.
It was cute how she tried to resist, but she was shaking, her pussy
was dripping; her body couldn't handle the stimulation, needed the relief.
"I hate you" she muttered, close to tears. "Go on. It's
just us girls here, all alone, and your little cunny is soooo hot isn't
it?" It was perfectly clear she hated me, hated how I taunted her,
but we both knew I was right, and her hand slowly moved the humming
tool to her snatch. She fumbled the tool, trying to slip it in slowly,
seeming strangely inexperienced pleasing herself - had she always relied
on her prize boyfriends to get off? "Slip your fingers in, you
stupid slut... hold the vibrator against your clit" "S-shut
up" she muttered weakly, but took my advice, and nearly buckled
when the powerful vibrator brushed against her sensitive button, a surprised
moan escaping her lips. I was pretty damn aroused now, and seeing Holly
pleasure herself like that was too much for me - I started on myself,
undressing just enough for access to my wet snatch.
Holly hesitated when she saw me start, looking away in shame. "Keep
going, slut... I want you to put on a nice show for me. Actually..."
I approached her, and she cringed away from me. I took the sides of
her blouse and roughly pulled them apart, the material creaking, the
buttons flying off; the slut still wasn't wearing a bra, probably didn't
even have a pair to her name, and I dizzily squeezed her large breasts
in my hands, resisting the urge to take her erect nipples in my mouth.
"There... now back to work". I stepped back, admiring her
tits hanging out of her ravished blouse, my hands moving back to my
crotch, and she bit her lip, her desires stronger than her will, frigging
herself even though she was on full display for a dyke she hated. She
was noisy when aroused, unable to keep back her moans as she lost control,
and the sound of her passion alone was enough to get me over the edge.
She still came before I did, sobbing and crying, sinking to the floor
as her knees gave away.
Holly was quiet, fixing her blouse as well as she could even though
her skirt was still around her ankles, her face beet red with shame.
The control I had over Holly was intoxicating, and I was overcome by
an urge to mold her further, mold her into a perfect plaything. "There's
something I want you to do for me, slut" I whispered into the panting
girl's ear. "I want you to get rid of that filthy hair on your
pussy". Holly gingerly touched her pubes, looking at me in confusion.
"You're a horny slut, horny sluts don't have hair on their pussy.
I will inspect you tomorrow morning, is that understood?" Holly's
lips trembled, trying to refuse, trying to resist, but she didn't have
the strength, and she weakly nodded. I pulled her closer, feeling her
weak body in my short embrace, and kissed her on her lips, my tongue
just gingerly lapping her upper lip before we parted. "See you
tomorrow then, slut" I smiled, and went on my way home.
Chapter 3: Lessons Learned
"Holy shit, are you sure she wasn't at least bi or something?
Cumming while you were watching her like that?" "Trust me,
she's straight as they come - just never underestimate the effect of
a good sex toy on an inexperienced girl, she was too far gone to have
a choice". "She didn't shave though, right? I mean, that's
pretty extreme, blackmail or no blackmail, even she must've had her
limits?" "Why don't you ask her yourself" Valerie replied
smugly, gesturing to the girl walking into the establishment. "Well,
what do you think?" If anything, Valerie's lessons had been effective
- Holly was wearing a modest turtleneck sweater, although her skirt
was still quite tight and short - she sat down nervously, gasping shortly
when she made contact with the seat; her posture and expression showed
she wasn't happy to be there. Susan ignored her distress, admiringly
tracing her flushed face with her finger. "She's pretty, I can
see why you wanted her. So, Holly - Valerie has told me a lot about
your situation - so did you shave your little cunny for her or not?"
Holly looked at Valerie in despair. "You'd better tell her, or
I'll have you show it to her". "Y-yes, I shaved my c-cunny
for her".
---
Indeed, Holly was very late that morning, and she looked like a wreck,
seemingly not even refreshing her mascara from yesterday, streaked with
tears. For a short moment I even pitied her - broken and vulnerable,
she was a pale shadow of the woman she was a mere two days ago. She
couldn't walk around looking like that, so I dragged her to the toilet
straight away, her resistance gone. I had her wash her face, get rid
of all the make-up, and I was surprised at her natural beauty - in a
sense, her make-up just made her seem more slutty rather than beautify
her. Ofcourse that suited my purpose just fine for now, and I forced
her to pucker up, smearing her new lipstick and mascara on thick, made
her look like a cheap street whore - you didn't like the way I made
you look, did you Holly?
But I had something special planned for that day, and I didn't waste
much time going down to business, rolling up her skirt and removing
her panties for inspection - and there it was, her snatch was smooth
like a little girl's, shaved impeccably clean, but there was more going
on. At first I thought the skin was still sensitive, having a slight
reddish color, but a small bead of her juices glistened in her snatch:
the slut was turned on already. I was certain Holly still hated women,
but as I suspected, something about her torment was definitely turning
her on, and her pussy had seen a lot of recent attention. "Did
you frig yourself this morning, slut?" "No I didn't"
she whispered defiantly, but gasped when I probed her snatch with a
finger. "Then why are you this wet?" Holly blushed and looked
away. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Because I enjoy
it ofcourse. And your body seems to agree with me, slut. Since you've
been a good girl and did as you were told, I brought some presents for
you".
---
"You lied when you denied frigging yourself, didn't you?"
Valerie paused, and Holly demurely nodded. "How many times did
you cum that morning already?" "Three times..." Valerie
smiled. "Yeah, that's how your pussy smelled. But you were happy
when you saw my first present, didn't you?" Holly just nodded again,
blushing even more. I brought her a rubber dildo you see - I bet she
didn't have one at home, you should've seen the look she gave it - she
was hungry for cock, and her snatch was dripping wet for it. I thought
a moment about making her beg to put it in, but then I noticed something
else - do you remember what it was, Holly?" "M-my ass..."
"And what was so special about your ass?" "It was...
wet". "That's right, it was wet. You see, Holly is a bit of
an anal slut. She loves cock ramming up her pussy, but what really gets
her going is a nice dick in her ass".
---
Holly ofcourse tried to resist when I began probing her rear - even
then she was trying to uphold her pretense of decency, but it was the
weakest struggle ever - she wanted that thing up her ass alright. It
slid in without too much trouble, and although it caused her some discomfort
at first, she soon grew accustomed to it, and the sensations forced
her hands to her snatch shortly after. But that wasn't my intention,
and I slapped them away, pulled up her panties and straightened out
her skirt. She looked at me in confusion, trembling on her legs, her
juices running down her thighs, but I took her out of the washroom and
onto the work floor - there was a special chore prepared for her.
See, our company was still in the process of converting their old card-based
database into digital form, and there was a braindead but arduous task
of resorting all the separate files into processable stacks. Richards
assigned that task to me, but I figured Holly would love to do it for
me instead. We had the files spread out on the ground, and were arranging
them on organized stacks on top of a high cabinet - that meant bending
down for the files, then getting back up, then stretching on her toes
to deposit them. Down, up, stretch, down, up, stretch. Now normally
people would be pretty bored having to do a job like this, but the rubber
cock in her ass made sure Holly never got bored - she tried to keep
her moans down, but the poor thing couldn't help her wet snatch dripping
all over the place, and she began rubbing the puddles into the carpet
to avoid people noticing them. I escorted her into the bathroom to make
sure she didn't try anything silly while she was there, but despite
that I think she came twice just from having that dildo in her rear;
I chuckled when people stopped in their tracks catching wind of the
strange smell surrounding Holly and the files, but fortunately no questions
were asked.
She was already in the copy room at the end of the day, dripping wet
and aching for attention, but I wasn't going to play with her just yet.
"So... how do you like being turned on all the time, hmm?"
"I-I don't like it" Holly whispered. "Liar. But I think
you've learned enough, so how about we settle this little feud with
one last thing..." Holly looked up at me in disbelief, but there
was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "I'm going to give you an easy
choice. I'm still horny as fuck for you Holly, and I'd love for you
to get on your knees and eat out my pussy like a good little cuntlapping
slut... alternatively, you can choose to avoid sex entirely for a whole
weekend as a final lesson, and you'll be rid of me". To my amusement
the choice fell harder for her than I imagined it would, and her eyes
darted around the room nervously. I got impatient, and nudged her shoulders
down, but she shook her head. "No cuntlapping? Alright then. Hands
against the wall". "W-what, why...?" she sputtered, but
complied. "Stay still" I commanded, sliding her soaked panties
down her thighs. She simply reeked of arousal, and her entire crotch
and thighs were a sticky mess - her ass shone with wetness, twitching
around the dildo. The dildo came out with an audible slurp, her spasm
squirting juice onto the floor, and she couldn't withhold a disappointed
sigh.
I walked over to my bag to conclude the punishment - her choice was
as expected, but I had to be quick - the girl was already trying to
touch herself while I was busy. "The weekend has already begun,
slut. That means no masturbation either". Holly whimpered, placing
her hand back on the wall, her fingers leaving a wet streak on the wallpaper.
"And just to make sure you remember your choice, you're going to
wear this for the weekend". She gasped as cold aluminum touched
her warm thighs. A sturdy belt closed securely around her waist. "It's
a chastity belt" I explained while I secured the cage over her
pussy, and the look on her face was priceless when she heard the key
click in the lock. "It won't allow you to cum - I do expect you
to try ofcourse, you're a slut after all - but be assured that it'll
force you to keep your part of the agreement". I slapped her ass
one last time before I draped her skirt over her crotch, and that alone
made her squirm in heat, but I knew the device would be effective. "B-but..."
Holly sputtered, pulling her skirt back up again. "Let this be
a lesson to you - it'll only be until Monday morning, if I remember
to bring the key" I skipped the kiss - her expression was more
than enough. Spending quality time in the chastity belt would be the
perfect lesson for a teasing slut like Holly to learn not to mess with
people ever again, it'd be a satisfactory way to end this indulgence.
Chapter 4: Her Needs
"A chastity belt, huh... was that even effective? It sounded like
she was sensitive enough to cum just from pinching her nipples a while
at that point". "Why don't you tell us how effective it was,
Holly?" Holly swallowed, began speaking, tears springing into her
eyes, but whenever she halted, Valerie edged her on.
---
I... I couldn't cum. During the drive home, like, the car was, you
know... humming which just made it worse... and I was really glad when
I got home so I could finally figure out a way to cum, but it... it
was so frustrating. I couldn't touch myself, like, there... but I needed
it so bad, I felt so empty. I tried the shower, maybe it'd let me like
calm down, cool down, stop the horniness. But the warm water spraying
through the front cage... I couldn't reach my pussy, couldn't reach
my clit. The rear hole was just wide enough for me to fit my fingers
through, and that felt really nice but even that wasn't enough. I tried,
I really tried. I just couldn't cum. I tried to sleep, but it was impossible
to relax, my horniness made it impossible to fall asleep. I tried humping
my pillow. I tried rubbing my tits until my nipples were sore. I bit
my pillow in frustration as all I was doing was making more of a mess
of my bed. I don't remember when I passed out, but when I woke up I
was so tired and horny... I was like... going nuts...
Valerie smiled and nodded, then took over.
She showed up at my door that evening, wearing a raincoat, trembling,
broken. "I'll... I'll do anything" she whimpered. "Just
let me cum, please let me cum". I didn't expect her to give in
so soon, but I decided to play with her a bit. "You sound like
a horny slut, Holly" She nodded, supporting herself against the
door post. "I-I'm a horny slut, I need to cum so badly, oh please
Valerie let me cum". "Monday morning, Holly. That was the
agreement. That was the lesson, that was your choice". Holly was
crying now. "I can't help you, Holly. Go home". I began closing
the door. "I'll lick your pussy" Holly sputtered, desperate.
"Oh really?" I kept the door half-opened, mocking her with
my smile. "Only dykes willingly lick pussy, Holly. You don't like
women at all, you're not a lesbian, so why should I even let you lick
my twat?" She opened her mouth to answer, but voicelessly cast
down her eyes. I was about to close the door when she opened her coat,
opening the few buttons holding it in place, letting it slide off her
shoulders. Only the chastity belt and high heels adorned her body, her
long blonde hair framing her round orbs, heaving with her breath, her
thighs trembling around her sealed crotch, shining with her juices.
"P-please let this slut eat you out". I thought I had this
situation under control, finished the adventure with Valerie. But I
didn't, and I was losing control over myself as well.
I wanted to make it difficult for her. I wanted her to give up and
go home, we'd have one last awkward moment on Monday and we'd both go
our ways - she'd have learned her lesson and wouldn't bother me and
my colleagues anymore, I'd find a hot girl to date and vent my sexual
frustrations with. Sure she was hot. But the bottom line remained that
she wasn't interested. As arousing as it was to force her to do these
things, I couldn't continue this. I was malicious, sure. Dominant. Sadistic.
But not evil. I'd force her to abide by the agreement, and I had plenty
of leftover toys to help me do it.
I told her to wait in the living room, and when I returned from the
upstairs bedroom in my nightgown she was still there, breasts heaving,
coyly covered by her arms. I sat down and took in her beauty for a while,
enjoyed as she doubted between sitting down and remaining there as she
was told. "So... you'd become my little cuntlapping slut just so
you can frig your pussy again, hmm?" Holly shivered on her legs,
her thighs simply wet with her juices, and just watching her made me
wet in turn. Just what was it that was arousing her so much about this?
"Is that what you want, hmm? To become my little dyke toy, a submissive
muff diver, my pussy-eating cuntslave?". I saw her struggling with
my words, played into her hatred without hesitation, making it impossible
for her. "Y-yes". I blinked, clenching the toy in my hand,
not comprehending. "Please make me your little dyke toy Valerie.
I'll be your... your pussy... eating..."
"God Holly you're pathetic" I spat angrily, and she cringed.
"Even a dirty slut has more dignity than you do, you can't even
go without sex for a few days - do you know what you are, Holly?".
She shook her head. "You're an animal. An animal that can only
think about sex. A bitch in heat, cunt leaking and all. Down on all
fours, bitch". I didn't know what I was doing anymore. I was drunk
on arousal and power. Holly complied, looking up at me from the carpet.
"Come here". She instinctively crawled closer; I could see
she was trembling. "Now listen here. You're a beautiful woman,
you can get any man you want. You can probably fuck your way into keeping
your job through Richards, I'm sure he'd love you to suck his sweaty
little cock. Just two days of perseverance and you can pick up your
old life again". Holly seemed spaced out, and I was worried she
wasn't even listening. "This is a dog collar, Holly. It has my
tag on it - that means that whatever wears it is mine. If you break
the agreement and accept this, you'll have to be my slave, my property".
A glimpse of consciousness drifted by - she needed to refuse. I really
wanted her to refuse. "Do you even understand that, Holly?"
Holly nodded, parted her hair to reveal her smooth neck, and lifted
her trembling chin invitingly. And only then I understood. Holly wasn't
interested in women. But Holly needed to be dominated. She was a sub,
a masochist. All the men she had been with had been too careful, too
afraid to lose her. And she'd play with them, lose interest and leave
them. The more I treated her like dirt, the more she loved it. There
was no question of whether or not I wanted her - even for just a day,
even just an hour, having that beautiful blonde give herself to me willingly
would be... heaven. She shuddered as I traced her neckline with my finger,
delaying the inevitable as a last spark of sensibility rebelled within
me, fought desperately, lost. "Well then Holly". I clasped
the thick leather collar around her neck, securing it firmly but not
too tight; Holly gingerly touched it, as if affirming her own defeat.
"You're my bitch now". I sank back on the couch, feeling a
draft against my sensitive wetness as I parted my gown for her, and
even though the repulsion was still in her eyes, her inhibitions were
gone.
I guided her, stroked her blonde tresses lovingly as her clumsy kisses
landed on my thigh. She inched forward on her knees, momentarily glancing
at me for approval. I felt her tongue flick nervously along my slit,
too careful, and clasping her head I pulled her in, forcing her lips
against my wet snatch. She licked in earnest now, and as aroused and
sensitive as I was, even though her aim and technique were crude I couldn't
withhold my moans. Snobby Holly, eating me out, surrendering herself
to me. I took my time, directed her, demeaned her, but as inexperienced
a cuntlapper as she was, I was way too far gone to resist for long.
I smothered her with my crotch as my orgasm approached, forced her tongue
deeper, rubbing my clit against her nose and wailed with pleasure as
the moment finally hit. The first thing I heard was Holly wheezing for
air, sitting back on her knees, her entire face a sticky mess, a droplet
of my juices collecting on the ring on her collar. "V... very good
Holly". I rose to my feet, trying to keep my balance as I remembered
my promise to Holly. It was time for her release now. "Turn around".
She complied, her chastity belt softly clicking as she moved. I smiled
seeing how wet her thighs were - this girl needed release so badly,
and I was the only one who could give it to her. "Raise your ass"
I instructed, teasing my own folds with the double strap-on I brought,
gasping as I slid it in, then firmly secured the belt around my hips.
Holly looked back, and seeing the impossibly massive black dildo jutting
out from my crotch she twitched, fresh juices leaking down her trembling
thighs. I groped between her legs, clumsily fiddling the key into the
lock; she was moaning in anticipation, delirious from her arousal. "I
bet you can't wait to have this big black cock pumping in your pussy,
huh?" I teased as the lock snapped open, falling between her knees;
I saw her tense up, her pink lips blooming in her wetness, she nodded
weakly. "Beg for it" I hissed, squeezing her delicious ass
and getting down on my knees myself now. "P-please Valerie, f-f-fuck
m-m-" "Beg properly, like the horny bitch that you
are". She understood, complied, willing to please, sank through
her arms, her ass still held up, whining wordlessly while shaking her
ass, her face blushing crimson with utter humiliation. And howled with
pleasure as I plunged the rubber cock home, her first orgasm shattering
her after only three strokes.
---
Susan saw Holly blushing as Valerie recounted their time together,
and smiled. She understood the need for a turtleneck sweater now, understood
why Holly had sat down so gingerly - given her love for anal play, Valerie
probably rewarded her by having her walk in public with a thick dildo
up her rear. "...and after even her ass was entirely worn out I
finally let her recover - but rest assured I played a lot more with
my cute little fucktoy that weekend". Valerie pushed her plate
across the table, leaving it before Holly, and after a quick glance
Holly bent down, docilely licking the crumbs and butter from the plate.
She was trained well, and Susan felt a twinge of jealousy, recalling
her time with Valerie, the girls they dominated together... "So
how about it Susan, want to find out just how talented this bitch has
become at licking twat? She hates being lent out, but a little pussy
rubbing changes her mind in seconds". "It's tempting, Val...
but you know I can't cheat on Judy". "Heh... don't tell me
you're becoming a steady housewife for her, Susan?" Susan and Valerie
smiled at eachother; they knew it was time to part ways again. After
they kissed their goodbyes, Valerie watched Susan walk off - she herself
still had some wild years left in her, and with Holly they'd be a blast.
She opened her purse, searched for the small black device and switched
it on; Holly moaned, glancing at her in subservient lust. "Good
girl, Holly" Valerie smiled.
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