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BURNING BRIDGES - JENNY’S STORY –PART 3

4.

I slept badly, thoughts whirling through my head. Jenny knew everything
about Kate and I…..

Poor Jenny!

Her rage was frightening, not simply in its intensity, but in its control.
She had also known all this for a full 48 hours and kept all that passion,
together with the impact of Kate’s action, locked inside her! Her apparent
confidence at work, combined with this evenings events now left me less
concerned and more frightened.

But there was more.

I remembered the lights that pulled up behind me. Those radio mikes were
good, but they did not have a long range. She would have had to be close by
to record what went on. She was almost certainly in that car - not Pete as
I had assumed! She must have been with Kate, while I had cleaned up at
home, and then got back in time for my arrival.

She not only, had the courage to face Kate alone, but I was beginning to
realise that there was far more to Jenny than even I knew, and that
anything was possible! If I had been afraid for Kate, it was on the basis
that Pete may have discovered something about what had happened. Now it
dawned on me that if Kate had been in any danger, it was from Jenny, not
Pete! 

I was unable to sleep until the small hours, and then I slept through all
my alarm clocks!

I arrived late in the office. Angie was at her post, but there was no sign
of either Jenny or Kate. I pondered on the thought that Jenny seemed to
have supplanted Kate’s position very effectively.

I decided to phone Kate’s home number and to my dismay, got Pete again.

"How’s the invalid?" I asked him as cheerily as I could.

There was a brief silence.

"Nick, she’s lost it!"

Lost what? I paused as my befuddled mind tried to make sense of what he was
saying. Suddenly a chill ran down my spine. Kate? Dead? 

"Oh my God, I’m so sorry Pete, I….."

"No, you stupid bastard!" this time he did sound angry! "Lost her bottle!
Panicked! Can’t face the job!"

"Oh - sorry!" I said feeling more than  a little stupid.

"Nick, what’s been going on?"

"I’m not sure," I said, now more confused than ever. "I need to check some
things out. Can I get back to you?"

"Sure!"

I rang off. This was a whole new dimension to the situation. What had
scared Kate so much to keep her from the office?

Immediately I thought again of Jenny. She had shown me the blackness of her
hatred for me for what had happened, how would she have felt about Kate!?
Had she been able to scare Kate so badly as to break her nerve so
dramatically?

Only Jenny knew the answers.

Suddenly there she was in front of me, a smart black business suit giving
her the appearance of real status.

"Come with me!" she said.

I followed her to her office. (HER office - she even had me believing she
was the boss!). She closed the door behind us and drew the blinds so that
we would not be disturbed.

"You want to know about Kate, I imagine!" she said coldly. "Well, here goes."

I listened attentively.

"Well, you know of course that I bugged you and heard everything!"

"Look, Jenny, It wasn’t how it sounded…" I heard myself begin to make tired
excuses.

"I’M talking!" she said icily, silencing me.

"After you left, I called on her, as you also probably know."

She smiled a thin vicious smile.

"She was in a mess - the house was in a mess….and….the stains!"

Her face hardened.

"You must have had some fun." she muttered bitterly.

I sat and listened, feeling chastened in the face of so much pain. There
was a pause, then she went on.

"At first she was surprised to see me, but it didn’t take her long to
recover and start shouting the odds! That made me mad…..!"

She looked at me, with no expression.

"You’re going to really enjoy this!" she said a little distantly.

"Well, I went for her!" she went on, suddenly. "I ripped the front of that
expensive dress she wore and sent her little tits jiggling free…."

My eyes widened in amazement as I struggled with the image!

"She stood gaping like a fish, trying to cover herself up, but I was so
CROSS! I pulled at her hair and clothes, and slapped punched and kicked
until she went down, whimpering and pleading."

I listened to her trying to picture the scene - Jenny and Kate fighting!
She brought me down to earth suddenly.

"Did you enjoy fucking her? ….DID YOU?"

I was shocked out of my reflections, and found myself suddenly defensive.

"N…no, I mean…"

"Why not?" she asked. "Christ, seeing her at my feet like that, turned ME on!"

Then she said something that really shocked me!

"I wished I’d had a dick to ram into that sweet little pussy!"

She smiled at me as my jaw dropped!

"You asked me once if I’d ever felt lesbian tendencies!" she said airily.

At that point Something started niggling at the back of my mind. I would
have enjoyed the image she was describing, if I was not involved. The idea
of her and Kate locked in a lesbian tangle certainly did something for me,
but now she reminded me of what I had asked her, and I remembered her
reaction to it, it seemed that that had been reality and that this was only
fantasy!

She went on, but this time there was real passion in her words.

"Well, I can tell you, that when she looked up at me… ME - little Jenny -
‘do-this-do-that Jenny’….offering herself to me. I knew I needed to
dominate her sexually that night! The fact that she was a woman simply made
no difference!"

She looked thoughtful for a moment. As she stared into space, I became
aware of a slight movement in her body as she sat behind the desk. It
slowly dawned on me what she was doing!

"When a woman does it to herself, she knows exactly what needs doing," she
murmured, "where to touch, not to hard, not too soft…..."

She closed her eyes, her body arching gently.

"A man never gets it quite right. It’s not his fault - how can he know?"

She bit her lip.

"So I did it to her, the way I do it to myself sometimes."

She opened her eyes and stared at me dreamily as her body continued to work.

"She had never felt anything like it, Nick. What she experienced with you,
I’m afraid, was nothing compared to what I did to her!"

There she was, sat at Jenny’s desk, looking for all the world as if she
belonged there. She was sophisticated and elegant, and she was bringing
herself off on company time! As always, with Jenny, she had found yet
another angle to sex which was capable of making me almost pass out with
lust! I wanted to take her there and then on Kate’s desk, pushing that
smart skirt up over her hips to expose the wildness of her sex in that
smart antiseptic office environment. I wanted the volatile mixture of her
juice and my cum to strip the veneer off that expensive desk and to stain
the ‘ever so important’ papers that lay there. I wanted our cries to echo
through the building making male and female workers feel uncomfortable that
their intercourse together was not sexual…..

She had stopped and was suddenly businesslike again. She was looking at me,
an almost Thatcherite questioning in her eyes! Then she went on talking.

"Anyway, let’s just say she won’t be firing me now!"

I started to ask a question, but a build-up of phlegm in my throat needed
clearing first!

"I decided she should stay at home," she interrupted, "and she did! She’ll
do anything for me now, anything I ask! She is my love slave! That’s why
she hasn’t been in for the last three days?"

My doubts about this story, however enjoyable, had been growing. I knew
Jenny was capable of more than I would previously have dreamt of, but I
simply could not see her as a "domme" to Kate! Moreover I could not see
Kate allowing Jenny to "persuade" her to stay at home at a time like this.
Oddly, though, her story did seem consistent with what Pete had said
earlier. If Kate had lost her nerve, it might just be because Jenny did,
after all, have a hold over her!

No, I still did not believe it.

"Jenny," I said quietly, "cut the crap!"

Her smile froze for a moment, then vanished and she looked away from me,
biting her lip.

"Jenny?" I asked after a few moments silence.

Suddenly she was in tears.

"I…..caaaaan’t……doooo…..this!" she wailed.

I hesitated, surprised by her sudden collapse. Then I went to her and put
my arms around her, waiting while her tears subsided so she could speak.

"I…thought…..I could <sniff>  d…do this job, b…but its….toooo ….hard!
I’ve….ruined <sob> everythiiiiing!"

With that she subsided into more weeping, then she steadied herself and
looked at me, her blotchy face completely destroying her businesslike image.

"I wanted to kill Kate - for what she did to me…to us - actually kill her!
Can you believe that?"

I nodded slowly.

"I couldn’t even do that, in the end - I went to her house and simply stood
outside her front door shaking!"

She hung her head.

"In the end, I just came awaaaayy….."

….and she was crying again.

I was puzzled. It seemed, after all that she knew nothing of Kate’s absence!

"Come on," I said, "calm down.".

She pulled away and looked at me, lips quivering.

"I don’t need your sympathy!" she said bitterly, "You don’t love me any
more, you love her!"

I almost laughed! The idea was ridiculous to me and she looked so like a
jealous schoolgirl. I knew better than to laugh at Jenny though!

However, before I could answer there was a knock on the door. It was Angie.

"Er…the old man wants to see you Nick!"

CONTINUED IN PART 4

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