Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. "Dumb Blonde Bimbo" I'm Terri. I'm 24 years old, and I'm a receptionist in a large insurance company. Physically, I'm in great shape, taking aerobics three times a week and tanning whenever I get the chance. I've always been well-endowed, having a 36D bust. Factor in my shoulder length blonde hair and I guess you would have your typical "dumb blonde bimbo" stereotype. Though I'd say I'm anything but "dumb", I can't argue against the "bimbo" part. I love sex. Whether it's with a man, a woman, two men, two women, or a man and another woman, I'm always up for it. I let men (and women) pick me up at the health club, or at the bar, or the supermarket. I even gave a blowjob to a stranger on a city bus while he played with my shaved pussy under my skirt. Then, with his salty aftertaste lingering in my mouth, I hurried home to finish the job with my vibrator. But this chapter isn't really about me. It's about Veronica, the know-it-all snobby bitch who is a human resources manager at our company. She looks down on everyone, and usually talks to me like I am a three year old, not worthy of her. Veronica seems to think that my purpose in life is to make copies for her, and she always manages to find fault. Oh, and another exciting tidbit about Veronica. She has a husband, Brad, who is every girl's wet dream. What he's doing with that cunt, I have no idea. But he comes to visit her at work often, and they often end up on a table in an empty conference room for a little tryst. The stuck up bitch won't even blow him, just straight sex with her on her back and him on top. But anything to see Brad's nine inch cock at work. (I usually watch via closed circuit television from the security room, while riding my favorite company security guard, but that's another chapter.) Anyway, after one incident with Veronica where I brought her an 80 page report and she threw it at me in disgust, cursing under her breath at the "dumb blonde office bimbo", I decided it was payback time. As I sat on the floor of her office, collecting up the papers and putting them back in order, I plotted my revenge. Rosalie Rosalie is a petite Hispanic girl who works in our company mailroom. She is, for all intents and purposes, my bitch and will do anything I ask whether it be servicing my clit with her tounge or fucking herself with a monster dildo for my enjoyment. (I had hot fantasies about fucking Rosalie since the day she came to the company. Turned out the feelings were mutual. Once more, that's another chapter entirely.) Revenge Day Veronica passed by the reception area on her way back from lunch. "Any messages for me?" she asked in her usual snobbish way. "No phone messages," I replied while filing my fingernails, like a good blonde bimbo. "Brad stopped by though." Veronica's eyes narrowed. "That's MR. NORWOOD to you. Is he still here?" "He was in Conference Room B a while ago." Without another word, Veronica hurried off. I picked up the phone and dialed the company's paging service. "Please send out the following message to all executives in ten minutes." Then I headed for the security booth to watch the show. Veronica gets a tounge lashing Veronica entered the empty conference room. Looking around and not seeing her husband, she took a seat at the conference table. "Maybe he's in the restroom," she thought aloud to herself. When suddenly she felt her shoes being slipped off, followed by her black nylons. She giggled. "Ooooooh Brad, you naughty boy!" Veronica felt a tounge begin tracing its way up her leg, She loved for Brad to lick her anywhere and everywhere. Too bad the bitch never paid him back in kind-Brad's cock is a real sweet mouthful, and yes, this girl speaks from experience. Veronica began playing with her tits thru the fabric of her blouse. Then, "what the hell, no one's going to be coming in", she pulled the blouse over her head and cast it aside. Her bra followed, and she now had uninterrupted access to knead her breasts and play with her hard nipples. Meanwhile, the tounge below had made it all the way up her thigh and her lover was now busy under her skirt. Veronica licked her lips as her pussy was serviced. Now panting and moaning, she humped her snatch against her lovers tounge. She couldn't wait to be fucked on the conference room table. Her cunt felt like it was about to explode from the thorough tounge lashing it was receiving. Veronica's lover was clearly bringing her to the edge, then backing off to keep her from cumming. And Veronica loved it. A loud beeping noise startled her momentarily, then she realized it was just her pager, lying in the pile of clothes on the floor. "It can wait....I didn't tell you to stop!" Once again the cunt licking resumed. Veronica leaned back in her chair, a smile of lustful contentment on her face. While a few feet away, her pager flashed the message "Emergency! Shareholder meeting in Conf. Room B IMMEDIATELY!" The same message which was flashing on every pager in the office. The first executives began arriving shortly thereafter. Veronica didn't even notice them staring in disbelief from the doorway. Even when her lover pushed her chair away from the desk, and into the middle of the floor, Veronica was still begging for more. And this time, the tounging she got was unrelenting, and drove her over the edge, her juices gushing all over the already wet chair. It was not until Mrs. Barrett, the Financial Manager, gasped "Good God!" that Veronica opened her eyes and noticed her "audience". She was stunned, but Veronica got her biggest shock of all when she looked down, and saw that her cunt licker, who was in fact still earnestly licking her, was not her husband Brad, but the mailroom girl, Rosalie. Veronica was "asked to resign" shortly after picking up her rumpled clothes off that conference room floor. I had had the best seat in the house watching Rosalie initiate Veronica into lesbian loving (albeit unknowingly). Watching Rosalie's tounge at work, and anticipating that tounge working me over in the same way later, drove me wild and I fingered myself to three orgasms by the time Veronica had had her first one. Rosalie came up smelling like roses. I hadn't lied to Veronica--Brad had been in the conference room for awhile. Ironically, he had sat in the same chair while Rosalie kneeled in front of him and sucked the cum from his balls. And when the entire company staff walked in on Rosalie and Veronica, all anyone saw was the back of Rosalie's head. Epilogue Veronica, still in shock, was putting her personal belongings into a box when I poked my head into her office. "Um, Ms. Norwood? I am blonde, and your husband can attest to the fact that I'm a bimbo. But don't ever call me 'dumb'." And with that, I headed to the mailroom to reward Rosalie for a job well done.