As I've been saying in my other story, Pure 
Telekinesis, my life is busy fucking me over hard.  As 
an old friend I once had would have put it, life is 
fucking me over with a steel-spiked dildo.  And PT is 
not turning out like I thought it would.  I mean, come 
on, you have a mismatched teenager that is suddenly 
granted a superpower...and it turns into a romance.  
*shrugs*  Well, I guess that's how my mind works.  
Months before I started to work on PT again I met a 
wonderful girl online, My krys, in SecondLife, in an 
account that is _not_ my Waylan Dagger SL account.  
*waits for everyone to make comments as they read, 
then continues, ignoring you all*  We found SecondLife 
to be inhibiting, frankly, you just can't roleplay 
there effectively.  So after some time the SecondLife 
accounts were used for cuddling, and we hit mIRC for 
our roleplaying.  This story is from a roleplay we 
have in progress, a very dark and, well, perhaps evil, 
perhaps not, but definitely twisted.  When I suggested 
that I could take my logs of our roleplay and turn it 
into a story she was incredibly enthusiastic about it.  
It took me a bit to get the mindset of shifting a 
dynamic roleplay into my writing style, but I've been 
managing it and, when krys saw the first chapter, she 
said she loved it.  So here it is, fresh from two 
people's minds.

As always, please send any and all comments to me.  
Suggestions and criticisms will be gratefully 
accepted.  Flames, however, will be ignored.  Please, 
do me a favor and tell me what you think.  After all, 
it really is the only payment we online authors get.  
And I know krys will want to know just what y'all 
think of this. <g>

Oh, and I'll warn you again, this is going to get 
dark, people, I doubt it's gotten as dark as it is 
going to.  We already have at least 10 chapters of 
roleplay complete and it's getting worse as time goes 
by.  Some parts of this disturbed _me_...while 
exciting me at the same time.  Enjoy, if you dare... 


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Neal and Shelly by: Waylan Dagger 
(waylandagger@hotmail.com) (c) 2009


Chapter 1

Neal looked at the door a moment before he adjusted 
the headphones to be just behind his ears.  He turned 
up the volume to its maximum and smiled as he knew 
this would make the dissonant and growly music he was 
listening to very audible to the occupant of the 
office he was about to go into.  He looked down at 
himself, and rumpled the faded Metallica t-shirt a bit 
more and decided not to add anything to the knee-torn 
and very faded jeans.  He stopped as he caught sight 
of his tennis shoes he was wearing and leaned over to 
make the small hole in the toe larger so one toe 
clearly poked through.  Finally satisfied with the 
effect, he took a good grip on the manila envelope he 
was carrying and strode through the door.

"Yo!  Shelly!" he called out as he entered the 
pristine office.

The occupant of the office, Shelly, looked up quickly 
at the intruder, giving him a nasty look from beneath 
dark red bangs.  She crinkled her nose and gave a 
disgusted sigh as her "space" was invaded by this man.

"What do you want, Neal?" her voice was filled with a 
combination of scorn and irritation.  "Can't you see 
I'm busy?"

Neal thought to himself that she'd be far busier soon, 
just not in the way she was thinking, as he stepped up 
to her desk and threw the manila envelope on to it.  
He gave the envelope a spin at the last moment, he 
watched in satisfaction as it scattered all of the 
carefully ordered papers on the otherwise immaculate 
desk.

"Yeah," he said, in a lazy tone of voice, "but I 
thought you'd want to see what I turned up in the full 
audit Mr. Hendricks wanted done."

Shelly tried to quickly gather the scattered papers 
and gave it up for the moment, realizing any more 
would completely disorder what was left.  She voice 
had a heavy grumble to it as she said, "Dammit jerk!"  
She picked up the envelope and set it further back 
before trying to calmly restore order to her desk.

Neal placed a hand over his mouth and his voice was 
full of false contrition.  "Oh...I wasn't supposed to 
say that an audit was being done."  He grinned wide 
enough that his lips noticeably split the dark stubble 
left from a lack of shaving for at least two days.  
"Oops!"

Shelly's hands paused in the act of restoring the 
first pile to perfection as what Neal said sunk in.  
"What audit?  He never said anything about an audit."

Neal shrugged.  "Like I said, I wasn't supposed to 
mention it."  He chuckled lowly, a dark, menacing 
sound, before saying, "Go on, take a look."

Shelly grabbed up the envelope and carefully tore it 
open, mumbling just loud enough for her to hear 
herself, but no louder.  "You are so damned 
annoying...why do *I* need to see this?"
"I'll be in my office," Neal said before he walked 
out, whistling the old "funeral march" tune as he 
went.
Shelly looked up at him as he headed for her door.  
"Ok...  Whatever...  Just get the hell out of my 
office... and... take a shower when you get home 
tonight!"

Neal looked back at her, and grinned, all teeth.  He 
kept whistling the dirge and walked off, headed down 
the hall to his own office.

Shelly rolled her eyes to the ceiling, blowing the 
jerk off, and started pulling the papers out of the 
envelope.  She looked at them halfheartedly until 
something caught her eye.  She gasps and her eyes go 
wide as she starts to read and examine every 
transaction in front of her.  Each and every one are 
the logs from times she had "borrowed" from the 
company under a false employee account she had 
created.  She spends at least half an hour examining 
the papers before he phone rings, making her jump.

"This is Shelly," she answers, trying to keep her 
voice steady.

Neal's voice comes over the phone, "Shelly, babe, did 
you look at those figures?  That's some serious shit."

Shelly tried her best to make her voice nonchalant as 
she said, "Where did you dig that crap?  It all looks 
unorganized and made up."  And all hesitance melted 
from her voice as she snarled, "And don't call me 
babe, asshole!"

His voice stayed light and easy as he said, " Well, I 
went through the last 10 years of transactions as our 
profit margin fell, unaccountably, by a full percent 
without us losing business, babe."  He paused for a 
moment, then added, "So I'm going to hand these to Mr. 
Hendricks in, oh, he's comin' down in maybe fifteen."

Shelly tried to keep the panic out of her voice as she 
shouted, "What!!  And you're gonna make it look like I 
had something to do with it??"

Neal chuckled lightly and, still in a friendly tone, 
said, "Enjoy your federal program," before hanging up 
the phone.

Shelly shouts, "Are you out of your fucking mind!?" 
before she heard a click in her ear.

She slammed the phone down, growling low in her 
throat, grabbed the envelope and stormed down the hall 
toward Neal's office.

Neal was workign on a small piece of Origami as she 
burst though his door and stormed up to his desk 
before she smalled the papers down onto it.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" she almost 
screamed at his smiling face.

Neal looked down at the origami penguin he had been 
working on, shrugged, and leaned back in his chair to 
put his feet up on his desk before pulling out an X-
Men comic book.  "An auditor," he said, calmly.

Shelly slapped the comic out of his hands and Neal 
looked at he edges of the pages he had been holding 
before shrugging and letting them drop.  Still 
perfectly calm, he said, "Now, you might want to get a 
head-start, babe.  Two Class-A fed felonies are 
harsh."

Shelly snarled, "You are _not_ gonna drag me down on 
this.  Nothing proves that it was me that did 
anything."  She glared at him, doing her best to 
intimidate the slightly younger man.

Neal looked at the ruined comic and then back at 
Shelly.  "Actually, look," and he turned one of the 
papers to point at a repeating code on each line.

She sneered at him and bit out, "At what?"

"That is a user ID.  Yours."

Shelly leaned back a bit and said, "But I didn't USE 
my," and trailed off, her brain catching up with her 
mouth.

Neal waved casually at his doorway.  "Later, babe, do 
svidanya, *do* let the door hit your ass on the way 
out."  Neal flipped up another sheet.  "I know that is 
a dummy account you set up and look here!  What do you 
know!  Here is the transaction where your account 
created the dummy account."

Shelly stood there, her mouth still slightly open, as 
she tried to quickly take all this in, her mind racing 
like a thoroughbred but as undisciplined as that same 
horse in a barn fire.

Neal smirked and said, still perfectly calm, " You 
didn't cover your tracks as well as you thought."

Trying to gain some control over the situation, Shelly 
stammered out, "Well... well... it still doesn't prove 
anything."

Neal flipped his hand in a dismissive gesture before 
he threw it away and took out a Wolverine comic.  
Shelly just stood there, looking like a deer caught in 
the headlights, staring at the papers. 

Neal looked at her over his comic and sighed in 
irritation, his voice going a bit flat for the first 
time.  "Look.  I'm sure the FBI and the Securities 
Commission will be understanding.  After all, it isn't 
like we handle government contracts, is it.  Oh, wait, 
we do.  Oh, well, I'm sure they'll be understanding 
anyway."  He gestured to his doorway again.  "Out, 
babe."
Shelly stood up, assuming as fierce a look as she 
could muster.  "No way.  I'm not leaving.  I want to 
know how in the hell you got this."

Neal didn't even look up from his comic this time.  
"An audit, babe.  A full one.  Rather better than 
anyone else in this company could do."

Shelly mumbled a faint "fuck you" under her breath, 
and then spoke up.  "Ok, look..."

Neal glanced up at her as he turned the page.

Shelly tried to catch his eyes as she finally had some 
of his attention.  "You and I both know that you're 
good at what you do.  And I'm good at what I do."

"Yep.  You are a damned good thief, embezzler, 
possibly an industrial espionage agent."  He paused to 
turn a page before finishing with, "Really good."

Shelly leaned forward a bit and said, "It wasn't that 
much in funds that were 'shifted'."

"Look at the total at the bottom, babe," Neal said, 
looking back to his comic.  "$23,568, which does 
explain part of the one percent."

Shelly 's face paled as she heard the full amount and 
she whispered, "Oh, shit.  Was it that much?"

Neal, pretending not to hear her, continued, "The 
other part is a rise in paper costs."  He set the 
comic down and leaned back further in his chair, 
getting obviously comfortable.  "Now, if you'd kindly 
fuck off, as Dave, Mr. Hendricks rather, is due here 
any moment now."

Shelly didn't look up, she stared at the pages as if 
mesmerized.  "There has to be a way to keep this out 
of the wrong hands," she mumbled, half to herself, but 
just loud enough for Neal to hear.

Neal's affable smile and slight sneer turned into a 
grin that was all teeth and hate.  "I'm going to 
*enjoy* this, you stuck up bitch."

Shelly shook her head and glared at Neal.  "No, 
asshole.  _You_ fuck off.  I'm not the one that's 
gonna be leaving this company."

"True.  You'll be arrested from here."  He chuckled 
slightly as he set his comic down.  "In fact, hang 
around.  I'd *love* for Dave to see this and you still 
be standing here, in your perfect wardrobe."  He 
pursed his lips.  "It's a shame though."

Shelly just glared at him as coldly as she could.

"They won't let you have that wardrobe in the minimum 
50 years you'll be serving," Neal continued.  "All 
oranges.  Disgusting color.  And women that will 
decide you are good looking, maybe..."  Neal grinned 
during his slight pause.  "Not to mention the male 
guards.  I hope you'll enjoy your stay at Club Fed, 
bitch."

Shelly slammed her small fists on his desk and 
shouted, "Shut up you... you..." and faded off into a 
splutter.

Neal set his feet on the floor and stood up, hefting a 
large folder.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Shelly screeched as she reached 
out for the folder.  "Give me that!"

"So much for your marriage," Neal said as he pulled 
back the envelope, well out of her reach, and used a 
corner to scratch his chin.  "They'll attach all your 
property, so he'll lose the house.  And both cars.  
His job will go poof along with everything else as it 
requires a security clearance, doesn't it?"  Neal 
grinned and handed the envelope to Shelly, "Oh, this 
is your copy of the full audit, by the way."

"Where are all the *other* copies, dickhead?"

Neal smiled softly again.  "Dave's is on a disk on my 
person, and another copy of that disk is locked in my 
desk.  Not to mention the hardcopy of the report 
that's in there so he can read it here."  Neal 
pretended to look thoughtful, staring up at the 
ceiling.  "There is a different copy, though.  One 
that identifies that someone has been stealing from 
us, but no trace as to who.  That was actually the 
hard part: tracking you down."

Shelly growled, "Give them to _me_!" between clenched 
teeth.

Neal stopped smiling and looked with suddenly cold 
eyes at Shelly.  "No.  I'll give the good copies to 
Dave."  He steepled his fingers in front of himself, 
elbows resting on the desk, as he snarled, "Guess you 
should have been nicer, you dumb cunt."

Shelly's started breathing rapidly, anger reddened her 
face and her eyes flashed in hate.

Neal's smile slipped from his face.  "You are going to 
prison, federal prison, for a long, long time.  I can 
almost guarantee your husband will divorce you.  Your 
life is over."

"I'll drag your dirty ass down with me if I go," 
Shelly snarled.

Neal barked a laugh.  "With what?"  His hand rested on 
his right pants pocket.  "You have nothing on me, I'm 
squeaky clean."

Shelly smirked, bordering on an I'm-better-than-you 
sneer.  "It wouldn't be the first time I've helped 
'Dave' doctor a few reports," she said, purposely 
mocking Neal's friendly, first-name basis with the 
boss.

Neal stepped around his desk and up to Shelly, 
towering over her.

Shelly slowly looked up at him, and almost feelt a 
heavy, sinking feeling as she realized, for the first 
time, what the difference in size was between Neal and 
herself.

Neal's voice was quiet, cold, and flat as he said, 
"Oh, I know, but how do you think Davey boy is going 
to react when he finds out how *much* you've taken out 
of his personal pockets?"  HE sat back against his 
cluttered desk.  "I don't think a blowjob under his 
desk will cover this one, babe."

Shelly gasped in horror, then got a hold of herself 
and shrieked, "How *dare* you talk to me that way, 
punk!" and slapped him hard across the face.  "I will 
*not* go down for this!"  Without waiting for a 
response, she turned and headed for his door.

Neal turned his head back to look at the retreating 
woman and ran his tongue along the inside of his right 
cheek as his right hand came up to touch the handprint 
on his face.  The deep fire of hate had flared up 
inside him, but his voice hadn't changed at all when 
he quietly said, "I'm sure your husband will find the 
footage I have from the small digital camera recording 
upstairs quite helpful in the divorce proceedings

Shelly spun back around and gasped, "you did what!"

Neal grinned maliciously.  "Would you like to see?"

Shelly hesitated for a moment, but decided that she'd 
better see what he had.  "Ok," she sneered.  "Show me 
what you *think* you have."

Neal turned on his desk and spun the computer monitor 
her direction, then reached over to grab the mouse.  
He clicked on a icon with no name and a movie filled 
the screen.  In glorious color, filmed from up and 
behind Dave, it showed Shelly on her knees, sucking on 
Dave Hendricks' cock.

"That would be after you botched the Julian account, 
wouldn't it?" Neal asked conversationally.

Shelly gasped, her eyes widened and her face paled.  
She felt her knees weaken and her stomach turn.  "Ok, 
ok," she said hoarsely, looking away.  "What do you 
want?" she asked as she looked down to the floor and 
put her face in her hands.

Neal pretended he hadn't heard her as he gleeflly 
intoned, "Federal prison.  A guaranteed divorce.  And 
Davey boy says nothing for fear his precious wifey 
will find out."


Shelly's head had snapped up before he was half done.

Neal looked her in the eyes, and snarled, "I want to 
see you go to jail, you dumb cunt."  Neal continued to 
sit on the edge of his desk as the movie played.

Shelly's hands formed into claws as she snarled back, 
"Shut the hell up, damn you.  You fucking dumbassas 
are all the same!  You think you can come in and just 
kiss-ass the bosses and get anything you want."

Neal jerked his thumb at the movie still playing.  
"And I'm right."

Shelly reached over the desk and across Neal to slam 
her hand down on the mouse and stop the movie.

Neal chuckled darkly.  "Now, I want you ruined, but 
prison and divorce aren't the only ways."

Shelly stepped back and glared at Neal.  "What other 
ways?"

As if he were asking for a piece of paper, Neal said, 
"Show me your tits."

Shelly blinked and looks at him in shock.  "What the 
fuck do you think you're doing?"  She took a step back 
and shouted, "No way in hell!"

Neal held up two fingers.  "You have two choices, 
Shelly babe.  You can become my toy," and one finger 
fell.  "Or you can go to prison, lose your husband, 
and lose everything you own," he finished with relish 
as the other finger fell.

Shelly stepped forward and reached up to slap him 
again, but Neal grabbed her wrist and held it, hard.  
His arms bulged slightly, showing more strength than 
it looked like he had.

Shelly cursed lowly, almost a whisper, and it became 
barely audible as she said, "You fucking asshole."

Neal smiled maliciously again and tightened his grip 
further.  Shelly let out a whimper and winced at the 
tight grip.

"That I am, no doubt, and proud of it," she said as he 
let go of her wrist and barked, "Tits!"

Shelly jumped back, feeling the hate rise in her 
throat as she looked at him.  "And if I do, what will 
you do for me?"

Neal nodded, realizing they were finally entering the 
'negotiation' phase, but also knowing she had nothing 
to negotiate _with_.  "I won't tell Dave who the owner 
of the created account is.  And I won't show your dear 
hubby the collection of movies I have."

Shelly wrapped her arms across her chest tightly.  "So 
if I show you my tits you wont tell anyone?"

"I didn't say that."

Shelly puffed up and looked at him, her eyes shining 
with tears she refused to shed.  "You just did!"

Neal's hand slapped down on the desktop next to him.  
"You have no rights, deal with it!  If I tell you to 
walk out of here bare-chested to your office, you 
will."

Shelly snarled, "Well you're just enough of a prick 
that even if I *did* show you.  You'd still do it."

"Or," Neal gestured at the papers and his computer and 
Shelly shrank again.  "It doesn't stop with just 
showing me, babe.  I *own* you now, or you loose 
EVERYTHING!"

Shelly jaw dropped, looking up as Neal towered over 
her.  "You're really serious, aren't you?"

Neal just nodded, his eyes cold, not smiling at all.

Shelly felt her heart drop to her stomach as she 
realized the mess she's gotten herself in.  She looked 
away from Neal's eyes, not _even_ wanting to see the 
satisfaction in your expression as she lowered her 
voice and asked, "What do I have to do?"

"Anything I say," Neal said evenly, almost no tone to 
his voice again.  "Anything anyone I loan you to 
says."

Shelly jumped and shouted, "Wait!  What?  LOAN me to?"

Neal nodded calmly.  "Or rent you to."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she almost 
screamed at him.  "I'm not some fucking whore you buy 
on the street!"

Neal nodded.  "No, you are a criminal of the highest 
order, that will probably die in prison.  The dykes 
there are going to love you, but they won't be 
gentle."

Shelly mumbled, "Like you?" but low enough that Neal 
didn't hear her.

Neal pointed at her chest.  "Now show me your tits or 
get the fuck out and start running as fast as you can, 
to see if you can outrun Uncle Sam."

Shelly reached inside her purse.  "But if I kill your 
sorry ass...then it'd be *worth* going to jail."

Neal just grinned.  "Oh, we still have the death 
penalty here, and not with the needles either."  He 
paused for a moment as she obviously grabbed something 
in her purse, then nodded.  "Sure, that's  good trade, 
I'd die to know you are going to *fry*, bitch.

Shelly narrowed her eyes so coldly, so full of hate 
and anger that she knew this would be easy.

Neal just continued, looking at the celieng now as he 
ignored her.  "Not to mention that I know you are a 
good Catholic girl, but they don't absolve murder, do 
they?  So you'll fry on the chair and burn in hell.  
Yeah, that's good."

Shelly snorted.  "Well would a good catholic girl blow 
her boss?  I've *never* been on that side of good."

Neal reached into the pocket of his jeans and pops out 
a micro-cassette recorder.  He hit play and the sound 
of Shelly's voice at her last confessional came from 
it.  "Five 'Hail Mary's and fifty bucks to the poor 
box gets rid of it, doesn't it?"

Shelly pulled her now-empty hand form her purse and 
threw it up to shush him.  "Enough!" she shouted and 
slapped the recorder out of his hand.  She watched it 
crash to the floor and shatter and took a deep breath.

Neal looked at the recorder, then shifted his cold 
gaze to Shelly.  "But murder, nothing pays that back."

"Ok, ok, dammit!" she snarled.  "You win this time, 
you arrogant fucking asshole."

Neal's smile vanished.  "For that, I want to see tits 
and cunt, now!"

Shelly felt herself sink again.  "But didn't you say 
that he was gonna be here in a minute?"

"Yes."

Trying to regain some control, she whined, "You 
wouldn't want him to know your blackmailing his 
secretary, would you?"

Neal stayed silent, waiting for her to move.  When it 
was obvious she wouldn't, he barked, "NOW!"

Shelly jumped, choking on a breath.  "Ok, dammit!"  
Shelly growled and cursed under her breath as she 
started unbuttoning her blouse.

Neal tapped his foot.  "Hurry up, show me some tits 
and cunt, already!"

Shelly narrowed her eyes, not even looking at him as 
she fiddles with her buttons, mentally going through 
the steps of planning his demise as she barked back, 
"I am dammit!  God you are so damned annoying!"
Neal didn't even smile as he said, "Not as annoying as 
you have been, you stuck up cunt.  Now show me what 
I've bought, babe."  He stopped tapping his foot as 
her shirt came off, then said, "And, as you work, 
consider this..."

Shelly opened the front closure on her bra, exposing 
her full chest.  "And you've bought _nothing_, you 
arrogant asshole!"


Neal smiled and, as her bra loosened, asked, "Have you 
ever heard of reactive magnetics?"

"Now what the hell are you talking about?" Shelly 
asked as she dropped her bra on the floor and began 
gathering up her skirts.

Neal looked at Shelly's chest and frowned.  "You call 
those tits?"

Shelly gasped in frustration at Neal as she heard his 
insult.  "I've never had any complaints on a 44D bra 
size!"

Neal shook his head momentarily and got back to the 
first subject.  "Reactive magnetics.  A magnet held in 
a polymer that needs to be recharged every so often by 
a powerful magnet coming nearby."

Shelly frowned in confusion.  "Ok. And what the fuck 
does that have to do with the price of rice in china?"

Unable to avoid the second subject, Neal sighed and 
said, "And it isn't the size.  Look at those nipples.  
Make them hard, or they will *not* be acceptable."

Shelly growled low in her throat as she heard him, and 
knew he could see the hatred in her eyes as she 
reached up to squeeze her nipples, making them hard 
under her fingers and said, "You better damned well 
get your fill before the boss comes in here."

Neal nodded and continued, "Well, if you put a 
reactive magnet into a large envelope and stick it to 
the inside of a post office box or mail chute, it will 
stay there, forever, if you keep passing a powerful 
magnet over it."

Neal muttered, half to himself, "Hmm, now those are 
somewhat acceptable..."

Shelly interrupted his musing by asking, "So, you, Mr. 
Einstein, have done that?"

Neal continued musing, "But there are panties in the 
way of seeing my new cunt," before he shook his head 
and smiled.  "Well, if I had, you would be well 
advised to make sure I stay healthy, otherwise copies 
of the full documentation could be mailed to the 
Securities Board and the FBI, mightn't they?"  HE 
gestured below her lifted skirt.  "Now, panties, you 
stuck up slut!"

"Ohhh healthy is *not* what I want for you, you 
fucking prick!" she snarled as she shoved down the 
lace of her panties disgustedly.  "There!  Are you 
satisfied, asshole?"

Neal grimaces at the view.  "Not hardly, when is the 
last time you trimmed much less shaved that?"

Shelly snorted.  "You better get your beady little 
eyes checked."

Neal pointed at the strip of hair above your labia, 
the 'landing strip'.  "That is hideous!"

"Well fuck you," Shelly growled.  "Its not there for 
you to begin with!"

"Remove it before we go out to dinner after work," 
Neal said as if he were discussing the weather.

Shelly had begun to tug her panties back up and 
paused.  "Excuse me?"

"You'll find shaving cream and disposable razors in 
your desk," Neal explained.

Shelly looked at Neal with pure hatred and malice as 
she yanked her panties back up into place.  "*We* are 
not going out to dinner.  Who said you could go into 
my office?  Let alone my desk?"


Neal hopped off of his desk and turned away from her, 
walking back around to his chair.  "Yes, we are.  You 
are going to call hubby dearest and let him know you 
have to work late.  Use the same excuses you made to 
suck Davey-boy's cock."

"I will not!"

Neal stepped quickly back aroud his desk and over to 
Shelly, towering over her small form.

Shelly finished closing her bra and started to re-
button her shirt, then let out a squeak as he stepped 
up.  She swallowed as she had never realized how 
powerful you seem to be up close.

"You are mine.  Deal with it.  And this," Neal leaned 
down a bit to reach under her skirt and grab her 
panty-covered pussy, "belongs to me now."

"You do NOT own me, asshole!" Shelly shouted, trying 
to talk over him.  Then she gasped sharply as he 
grabbed her and slapped his face again, hard. "Don't 
EVER do that again!"

Neal's head doesn't even move and he ignores the pain 
exploding from the now-darker hand mark on his cheek, 
as well as the taste of blood in his mouth.  "Well, 
its either me or some dyke named Sarah in the 
Victorville fed prison.  Your choice."  He let go of 
her pussy, then slapped it, HARD, as he snarled, "And 
you will NEVER hit me again.  That was the last time 
I'll allow it."

Shelly cried out and slapped her hand over her mouth 
to muffle the scram.  She fell back to the chair 
behind her as she feels the burning sting in her 
crotch.

Neal glared down at her.  "I own you, let me hear you 
say it."

Shelly felt the tears gather in the corners of her 
eyes as she looked up at the man towering over her.  
Then she shook her head and looked away from his eyes, 
whispered, "No.  I will never say that.  I would never 
give you the satisfaction'

Neal nodded and said, calmly, "Then get the fuck out 
so I can send you to prison."

"No!  Wait!" Shelly shrieked.

"What is it now, you stuck up bitch?" Neal's voice 
wasn't friendly at all anymore.  Snarling and low, it 
sounded...dangerous.


Shelly took a deep breath.  "Ok, look.  I'm sorry I 
slapped you and I'm sorry you feel that you have to be 
like this, although I always knew your nose was every 
shade of brown known to man... but... if we can work 
out some kind of... agreement... maybe I wont take you 
down with me."

Neal barked out, "Shut the fuck up!"


Shelly jumped back and sank into the chair.


"You have nothing on me, you ignorant, useless bitch.  
Get the FUCK out of MY OFFICE so I can call Dave down 
here and send your ass to rot for fifty years!"

Shelly stomped her feet as she stood up out of the 
chair and stormed to the door  "FINE!  Fuck you.  I 
tried."

Neal reached for my phone, visibly furious, and dialed 
rapidly while shelly stormed down the hall and slammed 
the door to her office, then and plopped down into her 
chair

As soon as the line picked up, Neal said, "Yeah, Dave?  
I found the discrepancy.  You gotta see this man.  Ok, 
see you down here in fifteen."  Neal hung up the 
phone, opened his desk and pulled the full file out.

Shelly buried her face in her arms on the desk, her 
heart pounding, and wondered in the back of her mind 
if he'd really have the guts to turn her in.  Overcome 
with curiosity, she slowly opened a drawer in her 
desk, just to check, and gasped as she saw the razor.  
She whispered out loud, "That little fucker _planned_ 
this!"

Shelly jumped as her phone rang and snatched it up.  
"This better be good!" she snapped.  And, jsut as 
quickly, rephrased in a soft voice, "This is Shelly."

Dave Henderson's voice greeted her.  "Shelly!  You 
won't believe it, but Neal says he tracked down the 
discrepancies that have been bothering me!  Can you 
meet me in his office in fifteen minutes?"

Shelly felt her eyes widen as her mind raced and she 
began planning Neal's torturous death all at the same 
time.  She was in such a state that she actually 
stammered as she said, "Yeah... yes.  Sure Sir.  
I'll... I'll be right there'

Dave's voice was enthusiastic as he said, "Great!" 
just before the phone line went dead in her ear.

Shelly took in a deep breath and her heart pounded 
like a kettledrum in her chest as she stood up.  Not 
wanting to have a disheveled look, she carefully 
straightened her clothes and spent a minute to tame 
her hair.  She checked the mirror one last time and 
left her office to walk slowly down the hall, stopping 
outside Neal's office door to take another deep breath 
before she opened it.

Neal, who was at his office desk, kicked back, and 
sipping on a latte, looked over as the door opened.  
He sighed and said, "Now what the fuck do you want?  
Davey-boy will be here in about ten minutes so make it 
fast and get the fuck out," he said with almost no 
tone to his voice, not even looking at her anymore.

"You dickhead," she snapped.  "You told him, didn't 
you!  He called to ask me to meet him here in your 
office."  She pointedly stood near the doorway, facing 
Neal's desk.  "So, no, I'm _not_ getting the fuck out 
right now."

"I told him I found the discrepancy, yep," Neal said 
and nodded, but still did not look at her.  "Oh, I 
can't wait to see your face when he looks at you after 
reading this..." and he trailed off as he flipped open 
the folder on his desk.

Shelly stood in silence as she clearly saw the page 
logging the fact that her login had been used to make 
the false account.  She ran through what she could say 
but only spent a moment on it.  After all, she knew 
Dave would believe her, even if the story was flimsy.

Neal shot her a sidelong glance.  "It's a damn shame 
that Dave won't be able to listen to you this time 
after I show him the video," he paused to sip his 
latte, then continued.  "And offer to send it to his 
wife."  Neal sat up , letting his feet fall to the 
floor, and turned his chair to face Shelly.  "I don't 
think a blowjob will hide this one, bitch," he said 
quietly.

"Oh my god!!" she shrieked, then managed to get her 
volume under control, but her tone was still full of 
naked fury.  "You fucking prick!  You are blackmailing 
him too?!"

Neal sipped my latte again, perfectly calm, and said, 
as if he were discussing the weather, "Not until I 
have to."

"What the hell are you gaining from all this?" Shelly 
snarled.

"I get to see your life ruined," he said and took 
another quiet sip.  "It'd be a damn shame if I had to 
ruin Dave too, but that's the way it goes."

Shelly spun about and stormed out of the office and 
made sure to slam the door behind her, cutting off 
anything further Neal might have said, and marched 
toward Dave's office.

Neal just smiled and took another sip, returning to 
his pose of ease and comfort, reclined in his chair 
and feet up on his desk.  He casually reaced for the 
phone and hit a speed dial button.  It rang a few 
times, then he heard the other end pick up.  "Yo, 
Dave!" he said jovially.

Dave sighed, interrupted in his attept to finish a 
report again by this disrespectful but efficient 
employee.  He hadn't minded the first time, it gave 
him something extra to pad the report going to the 
Board, but he _hated_ being treated in such a familiar 
manner by his employees.  As such, his voice was far 
less than friendly when he answered, "Yeah, Neal, what 
do you want?"

Neal hit clicked an icon on his computer screen.  
"Look at your screen, friend," he invited.

Dave gasped, his eyes going wide and he almost dropped 
the phone as the same video that had just been playing 
for Shelly started running on his screen.  Shelly 
pushed Dave's office door open, just in time to see 
the look come over him and see his skin go white as 
the blood drained from his face.

"If you don't want hat going to wifey and having her 
multimillionaire father that employs you on your ass, 
I'd suggest ignoring Shelly," Neal said 
conversationally.

Dave muttered, "Yeah, whatever you want."  He managed 
to say, "Bye," before dropping the phone back into its 
cradle.

Shelly snarled, "What did that asshole Neal say to 
you?  That was him on the phone, wasn't it!"

Dave looked up at his erstwhile lover, his eyes 
haunted and cleared his throat.  He barely managed to 
hold on to some semblance of command in his voice as 
he said, "I think it is improper for you to come 
storming into my office, Shelly.   You should leave."

Shelly forced herself to calm down and sent Dave a 
look that only he knew.  He voice lowered as she 
asked, "He's threatening you, isn't he?  Just like he 
did me."

Dave looked very troubled and the blood hadn't 
returned to his face, giving him a pallid cast, as if 
he were already dead.  "Shelly," he said, managing to 
get his voice to finally cooperate, "if you don't 
leave now, I'll have security escort you out."

"What?" she gasped and took a step back.  "Oh my 
god..." she got out as her voice finally failed her.

Dave didn't look at her, but his voice lot a lot of 
his authority as the movie re-started on the computer 
screen that had been purposefully placed so no one 
else in the office would be able to see it.  "And the 
next time you have an issue with a co-worker, do use 
an official form and send it to me properly.  Now, if 
you'll excuse me, I have to go see Neal about a large 
amount of profit that has gone missing.  Good day, 
Shelly."

Dave never even looked at her as Shelly backed out of 
his office.  She quietly went back to her own office 
and, as soon as she arrived, she pulled up her private 
e-mail account and fired an e-mail off to the account 
Dave always kept active when he was in his office.  It 
said, "He's threatening us both.  He thinks he can 
gain something by making us look bad."

An e-mail response arrived in her account a few 
minutes later.  "He can't make me look bad, he can 
ruin my life," Shelly read from the screen.   "I'm 
sorry, Shelly honey but this time I can't help you."

Shelly signed off of her email just as she heard Dave 
walking past her office.  She glanced up to see him 
look through the small side window.  His eyes were 
sympathetic.  She set her head gently on her desk, and 
tried her best to think of ways to save them both.



Neal looked at the clock and frowned, tapping a foot 
impatiently.  He had an alert and severe air about his 
face that most of the people in the office would have 
been startled to see on the laid-back non-conformist.  
He had just wondered where the hell that wimp Dave was 
when he saw the subject of his impatience walk right 
past the small windows on either side of the office 
door.  Neal sat back and rubbed his temples, knowing 
that the idiot is probably going to go get a coffee 
first, as usual, delay delay...

In the meantime, Shelly was arguing with herself, 
debating on the wisdom of going to Neal's office as 
Dave had requested.  She knew it would only make Dave 
even more nervous than he already was.  She walked to 
her door and peeked out, just as the elevators opened 
to reveal Dave, standing with a steaming cup in his 
hands.


After a minute, Neal barked out, "How long does it 
take to get a fucking coffee? Oh, right, he heads to 
that *trendy* place on the first floor. Fuck!"

It had been just loud enough for Shelly to hear 
through the common wall between their offices.  Shelly 
shuddered as she hears him, her stomach turning in 
disgust as she thought about what he did to her 
earlier.  From down the hall, Dave tried to smile at 
her as he nervously looks from his coffee to Neal's 
door.  Shelly looks back at Dave and her eyes flooded 
instantly, knowing what that prick, Neal, is doing.

Shelly jumped a bit as she heard an e-mail alert 
coming from her computer.  She stepped away from her 
doorway and quickly crossed her office to sit down and 
click on the flashing envelope.  It was from Neal.  
"Babe," it read, "if you want to avoid spending the 
next 50 years making license plates, show upon after 
Dave and hold your panties up behind him for me to 
see."

As Shelly read on in a mix of fury and horror, Dave 
finally got the courage up to face the music and 
opened Neal's office door.

Neal had spotted Dave approach his door again and had 
re-assumed his slacker posture, leaning back in his 
chair and both feet up on his desk.  He smiled as the 
door opened and carefully spilled the top page into 
his desk drawer, then closed it.  "Dave!" he said 
cheerfully.  "I found those figures," and pushed the 
now-closed folder across his desk.

Dave stepped up, relieved that it appeared to be 
business-as-usual.  Finally fairly sure of his footing 
since that dreadful phone call, he opened the folder 
and picked up the first sheet.

Shelly gasped in horror as she finished reading, then 
felt her stomach sink as she heard Neal's muted voice 
greet Dave through the wall.  "Over twenty thousand?!" 
Dave could be heard clearly, despite the wall, as he 
shouted.

Shelly closed her eyes and started crying softly as 
she slid her panties down and off.  She wadded them up 
in her hand as she straightened her skirt and walked 
out of her office.

"Yeah, that's what somebody took outright," Neal 
confirmed, pointing at the sheet in Dave's hand.   
"The remaining seventy thou is due to rising 
electricity bills and office supply costs, actually.  
Perfectly reasonable too, I might add."

Dave stared at the paper, then managed to set it down 
on Neal's desk.  "How many people?" he asked softly.

Neal leaned over, still reclined with his feet on his 
desk, and pulled a second paper out of the folder.  
"As far as I can tell, just one.  You'll note that I 
managed to track down the user account and ID'd that 
it was the same on each one, a dummy account, 
actually."

Dave nodded and asked, "Who was it?"

Shelly opened Neal's office door and hesitantly 
stepped in as Dave asked his question.  Dave turned 
and saw her, nodded, and turned back to face Neal.  
Shelly waited until Dave had turned his back to her 
before her trembling hands held up the panties for 
Neal to see.

Neal sets his feet down on the floor and shook his 
head, apparently ignoring Shelly.  Shelly, on the 
other hand, felt her stomach sink again.  She had no 
idea that Neal had hid the original top page.

Smiling slightly, Neal said, "I haven't traced that 
down yet, they could have erased the entry.  They were 
good, whoever they were."

Dave almost wailed, "My father in law will kill me!"

Neal nodded.  "Yeah, I know Mike is a prick.  But look 
at the bright side, I'll keep looking and if I find 
out who it was..." he paused and tapped the folder.  
"Well, assure him I'll let him know directly."

Shelly slowly wadded her panties up into one hand 
again as stared silently at Neal.  Her heart ached as 
she hears Dave's normally commanding voice become so 
unnerved and... weak.

Dave grabbed the papers and folder in a jumble, spun 
about, and, his voice ringing with his panic, said, "I 
need to call him!"  He barely missed running into 
Shelly as he dashed through the doorway.

Neal watched Dave's antics and shook his head.  Then, 
finally, looked directly at Shelly.  Hello, Shelly 
dear," he said, the tone of his voice welcoming and 
friendly as he sat back down.  "Now, who owns you?"

Shelly looked down, quietly crying.  She finally 
whispered, "You do."

Neal smiled.  "Good slut. Now show me your tits 
again."

Shelly looked at his office door, suddenly glad, for 
the first time, that for some reason Neal's office had 
one-way mirrors instead of normal glass in the long, 
narrow windows flanking his doorway.  "But what if he 
comes back in," she quietly protested.  "Then he'll 
know..."

Neal barked, "Now!" cutting her off cleanly.

Shelly started to cry steadily but quietly as she 
slowly reached under her blouse to release her bra and 
took it off, pulling it out without revealing anything 
yet.  She dropped the bra to the floor and paused to 
look for some respite in the suddenly forceful man who 
she had pegged as a loser with a capitol L.

"Davey-boy is going to be too busy trying to save his 
job with daddy-in-law Mike," Neal stated as Shelly 
looked at the doorway once more.

Shelly nodded softly and raised her blouse to bare her 
breasts to his gaze, letting it bunch up and gather in 
a line from armpit to armpit.

Neal didn't even seem to notice.  His eyes stared into 
hers instead of flicking down to leer at her exposure 
like she expected him to.

Shelly paused a moment longer, then softly asked, "You 
threatened him with the video, didn't you?"

"That's none of your business, slut."  Despite the 
words he was using and the subject matter, Neal's 
voice was direct and professional.  "Now, are you 
going to clean up that cunt before our date tonight?"

Shelly couldn't make herself say anything.  After a 
moment's silence she nodded stiffly.

"Oh," Neal turned his monitor to face her again and 
the recent e-mails between Dave and Shelly were 
clearly displayed.  "There isn't such a thing as a 
private account with me around, babe."

Shelly gasped and looks at him, eyes wide.  "You 
goddamned prick," she whispered.

"Now," Neal said, turning his monitor back around and 
letting his eyes close as he rubbed his temples 
slightly.  "Go back to your office, just like you are, 
and then you can drop the shirt in a drawer."

"What!" she shrieked  "Are you crazy?!  We are _not_ 
the only people in this office!"

Neal looked at her, his voice confident and strong, 
and just a touch of anger.  "Be glad I don't have you 
fucking kneeling in the lobby with a sigh around your 
slut neck saying 'blowjobs, five bucks'!"

Shelly face went completely blank as she heard the 
tone in his voice and his threat processed.  Trying to 
regain some kind of control over the situation, she 
again shouted at him.  "Alright FINE!!  Damn you!"
Neal's eyes hardened.  "For that," he said, his voice 
soft but somehow dangerous, "get the fuck over here 
first."

Shelly had turned to run out the door and make a mad 
dash into her office, but stopped as she hears Neal... 
and the tone of his voice.  Desperate to somehow get a 
handle on _something_, she spun back around and forced 
a glare at Neal.  But she walked around his desk as 
ordered.

Neal's hand flashed under her skirt and shoved a 
finger roughly into her dry pussy.

Shelly gasped out and her wide eyes filled with tears 
of pain and humiliation as she looked at her 
tormentor.  "Ok, ok," she gasped out.  "Dinner 
tonight..."

"How many cocks have you had here, babe?" Neal asked, 
cutting her off again.

"I," she stammered.  "I don't know... I... haven't 
counted."

Neal jerked his arm upward, lifting Shelly a bit by 
the finger in her.  "Guess."

Shelly whimpered loudly and almost let out a sob.  She 
prayed that no one could hear her as the pain sunk 
into her pussy  "Owwwfuck! Ok," she gasped.  "Four... 
maybe five since I was eighteen."

Neal nodded.  "And how many in your ass?"

"Only one," Shelly whispered.

Neal yanked his finger out and, carefully removing his 
hand from under her skirt, held the finger up in front 
of Shelly.  "Lick this clean for me."

Shelly squirmed and tried to twist away from him, but 
didn't actually move away.  "No way!" she asserted, 
dashing her tears off of her cheeks and wondering what 
her makeup looked like now.

"Fine," Neal said calmly, letting the hand start to 
fall.  "I'll make that sign and you'll wear it 
tomorrow."

"Noo!" Shelly almost wailed.  Then, quickly, "Ok ok," 
and grabbed his descending hand.

She brought his still extended finger up to her mouth, 
closed her eyes, and sucked it into her mouth, tasting 
her own essence.

Neal reached into his desk drawer with his free left 
hand.  "Way to go, babe, knew you could do it," he 
said as if praising a dog.  Shaking off her grasping 
hands, he pulled the finger out of her mouth and his 
voice cracked out like a whip, "Now bend over this 
fucking desk!"

Shelly swallowed hard and took a  step back, then 
looked at Neal's firm face and erect posture, so very 
unlike the slacker she had been working with.  "What?" 
she gasped.  "Not here!  I... said I'd go out to 
dinner with you."

Neal reached out with and grabbed Shelly's left nipple 
and squeezed as hard as he could.  Between clenched 
teeth, he said, "I.  Said.  Bend.  Over.  The. 
FUCKING. Desk."

Shelly squealed in a low, girlish wail, and laid down 
over the desk, sobbing onto it.

Neal let go of Shelly's nipple as she fell to the desk 
and his left hand emerged from the drawer it had been 
questing in, holding a medium sized blue butt plug.  
"Lift your skirt."

Shelly's eyes widened again.  Her voice, which had 
been waspish and sharp, started to shift to an actual 
pleading tone.  "Please.  I've agreed to your terms so 
far, but please," and the hard tones had vanished to 
be replaced entirely by desperate pleading.  "Please 
don't do anything here at work"

"Look," Neal said, relaxing a bit, but not backing 
down even a smidge.  "You aren't used to being owned, 
I understand that, even if you are a stuck up bitch."  
He waved the butt plug in front of her.  "But the more 
you refuse, the more that will happen to you _here_.  
So lift your skirt or I'll fuck you here and now and 
call in Marissa while my cum is still dripping out of 
your cunt."

Shelly closed her eyes as she again heard the word 
'owned' and felt her stomach sink.  It sunk further as 
she heard his treat about calling in her assistant and 
realized.  After a bare moment's consideration, she 
realized it wasn't a threat and nodded silently.  As 
she reached back to raise her skirt over her naked 
rear she began softly crying again.

Neal stood up and walked around behind the crying 
woman on his desk.  He slid the unlubed but smooth 
plug between the cheeks of her ass and stopped with 
the tip resting against the hole.  "We don't want he 
entire office to hear this, so put your panties in 
your mouth," he said calmly.

Shelly's eyes widened even more as she felt the dry 
rubber against her and she whimpered, "Please don't do 
anything that will hurt me.  I'll do what you say..." 
and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down.  
"Just take it away from the office."

Neal's voice was calm and even as he said, "What did I 
tell you about arguing?"  Neal shoved, watching half 
of the plug ram its way into Shelly, her pucker 
looking like it was bring sucked in with the dry 
rubber.

Shelly had just gotten the panties into to her mouth 
when he finished speaking and she screamed into them 
as she felt the plug open her brutally.

Pausing to get a better grip and set his hand in the 
middle of her lower back, Neal shoved the plug as hard 
as he could.  The plug lodged itself the rest of the 
way into her with a pop, the thin handle resting 
between Shelly's cheeks.  Shelly slammed her eyes 
closed and clenched them.  The pain seared through her 
and seemed to steal her breath as she sobbed bitterly 
onto the desk.

Neal nodded and said, "Maybe you'll decide to lube 
that ass in case I want to use it from now on, huh?"

Shelly felt her face flush hotly, embarrassed beyond 
endurance and wracked with pain.  The office was 
filled with the muted sounds on her steady sobbing.

Neal walked back to his chair and sat down.  "Now drop 
your skirt," he instructed calmly as he pulled out a 
comic book and leaned back in his chair again.  "You 
can pull down your blouse and take the panties out of 
your mouth when you get back to your office."  He 
opened the comic and, without bothering to look at 
her, said, "I'll be here an hour after closing time so 
you have that long to go home and change into 
something appropriate.  Tell hubby it's a business 
meeting."  He finally glanced at her again and, very 
calmly, said, "Get the fuck out."  Neal set the comic 
down again and turned back to his computer, completely 
ignoring the sobbing woman still sprawled on his desk.

Shelly's stomach dropped into her feet as she listened 
to Neal.  She stood slowly and carefully up, wincing 
at the intruder lodged inside her.  She walked to the 
door and closed her eyes for a moment, panties still 
in her mouth and clenched tightly between her teeth, 
and silently thanked any god that would listen for the 
fact that the rest of the office is out to lunch... 
and that Dave had gone to see his father in law.  

Opening her eyes again, Shelly yanked the door to 
Neal's office open and dashed out, barely missing the 
doorframe. She desperately shoved her office door open 
and dove behind it, slamming it hard against its 
frame.  She opened her eyes in relief and realized she 
could see the rest of the office through the narrow 
windows flanking her doorway.  Seeing movement off to 
one side, she reached out and almost pulled the blinds 
off of their moorings in her desperation to get them 
closed.  She slowly pulled her blouse down to cover 
her breasts, and came to the realization that she 
would be braless for the rest of the workday, as hers 
was still laying on the floor in Neal's office.  She 
started to tear up again a bit as she wondered whther 
he'd bother to even pick them up.  Slowly, she 
extracted the panties, now soaked with her saliva, 
from her mouth and looked at them for a moment, still 
leaning back against the solid reality of the door to 
her office.  She wondered briefly if the solid door 
could keep her safe, if she locked herself in there.  
She looked at the sodden panties for a moment, and 
realized any safety was an illusion now.

Shelly fell to the floor her back still pressed 
against the solid wood of the door, curling up 
tightly, and sobbing harder than she had since she was 
a little girl.



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This has been given a look-over by krys, as will all 
the chapters to this that I'll post.  That having been 
said, she isn't editing it and, unfortunately, all the 
people willing to edit my work have temporarily lost 
internet access.  So any typos are my mistake alone.  
Any glaring plot holes you can attribute to myself and 
krys as we are creating this as we go *grin*.

This story is copyrighted by me, the author, Waylan 
Dagger.  Please do not repost this story or post it on 
an archive without obtaining permission first.  I can 
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