Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Mix a girl as pure as fortified whole milk with a boss as nasty as
maggot-riddled rancid flour, and what do you get? Well, I'm still not entirely
sure, but it's kind of fun finding out.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Author's Ramblings: I wanted to do a slow one. The sex doesn't really pick up until chapter 4 -- sorry, folks, not even a first chapter "hook" for you this time. Why would anyone write such a story? The higher you build 'em, the farther they can fall (although ... I'm not sure our heroine ever really falls in this story).
Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
(Friday morning)
"Bethany! You're late!" Smutogler snapped at her as she walked into the front office.
"No, sir. We worked out a schedule. Remember? I'd work two hours extra on Mondays so that I could come in two hours later on Fridays."
"Oh, yeah. So you could go feed old people or sumthin'."
"I read to the elderly at Runnybrook, sir."
Smutogler snapped his fingers. "Yeah! That's right! How them old people doin'?"
"They, uhm ... enjoyed our time together this morning."
"Don't reckon I could get you to read to me."
Bethany frowned. "Would you ... like ... for me to read to you, sir?"
"Nah. It was just a thought. Your hubby wouldn't even know what Penthouse Letters was, would he?"
"Penthouse Letters, sir? Is that a novel?"
"My point exactly."
Bethany shook her head, confused.
"Well, get to your desk. And start doin' ... secretary things," he said, then strolled back to his office. He shut and locked the door, pulled one of the old Penthouses out of his bottom drawer, and was just leaning back and leafing through it when the goddam phone rang. "Yeah?!"
It was Tina Klondike. "Roy, I had a wonderful idea for a staff reorganization last night. I'd like to talk to you about it a few minutes."
"I'm sorta busy, Tina."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll appreciate all the ways that you benefit from it. I'll be up in just a couple minutes. Make sure you don't have your door locked again."
Smutogler hung up. "Bitch." He said goodbye to Miss September 1997 and stuffed the magazine back in the drawer, then unlocked and opened his door.
Three minutes later, Tina walked in and shut the door behind herself. "Don't want to let the surprises out of the bag before we spring them," she smiled conspiratorily, then walked forward and took a seat.
"So, Roy, it occurred to me that we are sorely in need of reorganization. Why, the reporting structure is so ...."
Wow. Tina's outfit today was ... nice. And she seemed to have left the top three buttons of her sunny yellow blouse undone. Smutogler leaned forward. Sure enough, he could just make out the top of her dark green bra cups.
"Wouldn't you agree, Roy?"
"Ehr. Uhm. Yes, of course."
"And Collette has been nothing better than a horse without reins ...."
She did have one cocksucking sexy mouth. Smutogler had to give her that. And she knew how to paint it, too, with dark lipstick! 'Fuck me' lipstick."
Yap. Yap. Yap! Yap. Tina made continual snippy gibberish.
Well, it WAS gibberish. She was just trying to turn the handle of a vice she had put on somebody. The only question remaining was: whose vice was she looking to tighten?
Smutogler had hired her for that tight, sexy, dirty little mouth she had. Even if there were no chance of her sucking him off, she was good eye candy for him to fantasize to. He certainly hadn't hired her for the bitchy noise that came out of that mouth. And now he couldn't get rid of her. He had been planning on putting her under one of the other girls in the office -- he figured that if he got her the right distance away, he could look at her but not have to listen to her -- but she had come down three times with affirmative action suits! And now he had no idea how to get rid of her without losing a fortune to her lawyers.
Yap. Yap. Yap. Yap ....
If there were some way to permanently graft an erect cock to her lips -- erection pointed inward, of course! -- she would be a lot happier and a lot better off. Sure, she would lose her most attractive feature, that "PUMP me, baby!" mouth of hers, but there would be an end to her nails-on-chalkboard noise.
Uh-oh. Her blood red two-inch fingernails were playing at her neckline. That meant she was getting ready to spring something nasty. She figured she would soften Roy's conscience by stiffening his prick.
"Don't you think, Roy?" She was smiling, tugging at her neckline.
"Don't I ... uhm ... think what?"
"Don't you think that's a good idea?"
"Don't I think what's a good idea?"
"Why the reorganization brainstorm I just detailed for you. Isn't it just the solution to all our problems?"
"I ... uhm ... wasn't aware we really HAD any problems."
"Roy! I just detailed them all for you just now! Which one do you disagree with?"
"Uhm ... ehr ... ah ... uh, none of them, I guess?"
Tina clapped her hands. "Good! It's decided, then!"
"Ehr ... what's decided, then?"
"Collette and Francesca will be moved over to report to me."
"Oh ... uh, no ... they ... REALLY ... wouldn't like that."
"But you just agreed with me, Roy. And besides, they have been getting away with far too much. Are you aware that they ridicule you behind your back?"
"Ridicule me?"
"That will be one of the first things we will do away with. The manager -- that's you, Roy -- has a respected position, and we will no longer tolerate anything that smacks of ridicule or insubordination.
"The second thing I want to do is to institute a mandatory aerobics program for the females in the office."
"Aerobics?"
"A fit body is a fit mind. All the girls under me will participate -- probably at lunchtime in the conference room. You'd be welcome to sit in and watch -- measuring each girl's progress, of course."
"Watch?"
"Yes! Won't it be wonderful?"
"Uh ... yes?"
"Exactly, Roy!" She stood, walked over and opened the door. "I'm SO glad that you see things exactly as I do. I tell you, great minds do think alike."
She stepped out, and Smutogler shook his head, trying to figure out what just happened.
(Friday mid-morning)
Francesca walked out to the front office, her eyes puckered up. "Bethany, do you wear contacts?"
"Yes, I do," she smiled. "Why?"
"I've gotten some dust or something in my eyes -- I think under my contacts -- and it's really irritating. Do you have any wetting solution?" She played at the outside corner of her eye with her index finger.
"Sure." She reached for her purse and started digging in it.
"Oh, shit!"
"What?"
"I think I just blinked the contact out of my eye."
"Oh, then hold still! A lot of times they will stick to your blouse or your skirt when that happens. And if it didn't, you don't want to step on it." She stood and walked around the desk, being careful where she stepped.
"What's going on?" Collette asked as she came up.
"Be careful where you step," Bethany told her. "Francesca lost a contact."
"Oopsie." Collette bent over at the waist and began studying the carpet for anything shiny.
Smutogler wrapped up his late morning jerk-off, then placed Miss October 1993 back in the drawer with the other gals.
He guessed he ought to do something work-related now. Standing, he stretched, then moseyed out to the front office.
As he came around the corner, there, shining like a beautiful sun -- more like a beautiful moon, really -- were the firm round ass cheeks of Collette as she stood there bent at the waist.
Smutogler gasped in air, and his belly expanded. His shirt, stretched to the limit, had a thread fail, and a button zinged off. It dinged into Collette's ass, then ricocheted off those taut buttocks as she jerked upright with a surprised gasp. Its flight continued, and it twanged off Francesca's eye (the one with the contact still in it, thank God), knocking her over on her ass with a stunned squeal. Finally, it thumped into the middle of Bethany's upper chest, then sank down between her large breasts to get caught in between her bra cups.
Smutogler grinned. Score!
"Mr Smutogler!" Collette gasped.
"I didn't pinch or grab nuthin'! Really!"
"It was a button," Bethany confirmed, firmly ignoring the fact that it was still caught in her bra. She would retrieve and discard it later in private.
"My eye!" Francesca griped. "I mean, my other eye! I've lost BOTH contacts now!"
"Here's one." Bethany picked it up off the floor.
"And here's the other!" Collette said, plucking it off the side of Bethany's desk, where it had stuck.
"Well, thank goodness for that," Francesca said, reaching broadly toward the two women to retrieve the contacts.
"Now, do you know which one goes in which eye?" Bethany asked her.
"Shit!"
"It's okay," Bethany smiled. "Just try them for a few minutes. If they make you dizzy, swap them."
"Hey! Good idea!" Collette commented.
"Here," Bethany said, taking the other contact from Collette, then leading Francesca to the bathroom, "Let me help you get those rinsed."
Collette shook her head and headed back to her desk.
Smutogler smiled. That was about enough work-related stuff for a while. Time to go have a visit with Miss February 2000. And to fantasize about Bethany fetching that dirty little button out from between her gazonga-globes!
(Friday lunchtime)
Another jack-off later, it was lunch time. Smutogler headed out to the front area to find Collette and Francesca eating strawberries and whipped cream while Bethany had toast and milk. He impersonated a sincere look, "I hope your contacts and your eyes are okay, Francesca."
"They're fine. I even got them back in the correct eyes."
"She had to swap them three times!" Collette giggled.
Francesca lightly slapped Collette's knee. "The prescriptions for my two eyes are close. It's hard to tell if they're reversed or not."
"Yeah, and maybe you're just a little bit blonde too."
"Collette!"
"What? Are you afraid it's true?''
Francesca stuck her index finger in the whipped cream, then flicked it at Collette.
Collette defiantly wiped three or four white dots off herself and stuck her finger in her mouth to lick the cream off. "What do you think, Bethany?" she asked. "Does Francesca have just a few blonde genes in her?"
"I don't understand."
"I don't. So there."
"*I* think she does!" Smutogler played too. "*I* think she's blonde where it doesn't show!"
This sobered the ladies up.
"Heh," Francesca said politely. He WAS her boss.
"Heh," Collette said with a forced half-smile. Gotta laugh at the boss's jokes.
"I still don't understand," Bethany said.
Smutogler sighed. Next week, Collette and Francesca were going to despise him for surrendering them to Tina. She would make their lives a living hell, and they would curse his soul with every tongue of flame that Tina inflicted on them. That left him just this afternoon to get any last fantasies out of them that he could. "You two ladies sure have a sexy way of eating strawberries!" he grinned.
Francesca looked at Collette. Pathetic.
"Go ahead. Do it again! Show me!"
Sighing, Francesca took a strawberry, dipped it in whipped cream, brought it to her mouth and ran her tongue around it, lightly flicking the cream away while Smutogler stood transfixed, his mouth hanging open. Then suddenly, she gnashed the top off, and Smutogler jerked.
Collette took a strawberry and dipped it in cream, brought it to her lips, then slowly around them, painting her lips white with cream. Placing the strawberry in the center of her tongue, she closed her lips and swallowed whole without chewing.
Smutogler opened and shut his mouth several times, nothing coming out.
Collette looked at Francesca, a glint in her eye, then breathed, "Gosh, just think what else I could swallow ...."
"Th-th-thank you ... ladies ...." Smutoggler trembled, then staggered back to his office for another jerk-off.
The ladies burst out laughing after his door closed.