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... ------------------------------------------------------ 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. ------------------------------------------------------ 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 almost guarantee that permission will be granted, but I would like the courtesy. I can be reached at waylandagger@hotmail.com