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     A MELROSE TALE

     By Nick
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     The following is a pure fictional story placed here for your enjoyment.
This
     story is not meant to infringe upon the copywrites of anyone connected
to ANY
     television series. Depending upon viewer response, future stories along
the same
     theme will be placed here. Enjoy.


     Amanda and Allison had been on-again, off-again enemies throughout
their careers
     at the ad agency, there was no denying that. However, Amanda couldn't
help but
     admit, to herself, that there was a strong underlying sexual tension
that seemed
     to raise it's head whenever they argued. Amanda had had these feelings
since her
     senior year of college, where she experimented briefly with a timid
first year
     student she had met at orientation. Amanda forced herself to suppress
these
     feelings through hard work and determination, since to openly admit to
her
     attractions could jeopardize her fast-paced rise through the ranks at
D&D. How
     many times had she had Allison's shaky career in her hands, and not
taken
     advantage of it? She couldn't count the missed opportunities. Yet, here
it was,
     happening again. She wouldn't allow this good fortune to escape her
grasp yet
     again.

     Allison had lost her job at the agency due to a severe drinking
problem, yet
     here she was, asking--begging actually--Amanda for one more chance.
Amanda,
     sensing the sexually-induced panic she always felt when she and Allison
were
     alone in her office, hemmed and hawed to allow the nervousness to
utterly
     consume this frightened little doe trembling before her. Satisfied, she
finally
     agreed to allow Allison on more opportunity to prove herself. As a
matter of
     fact, since she would be flying to Denver to meet with a huge client,
she would
     insist on Allison coming with her. To this, Allison gratefully agreed.

     Allison's debts had grown enormously, thanks to her joblessness and
drinking.
     She promised herself she would do absolutely anything to keep her job
this time.
     She had lost her dignity long ago, so nothing Amanda expected was
beyond
     exception.

     The flight wasn't good, nothing had gone right. Allison had lost her
small
     purse, including all money and credit cards. she knew her performance
on this
     trip would decide her future. She wouldn't, she couldn't fuck this up,
she
     thought to herself. The flight landed on time, and the hotel check-in
went
     quickly, so everything seemed to be looking up. Amanda had made it
clear up
     front that Allison's role in this venture would be severely limited, so
she knew
     she would be relegated to secretary and nothing more. Still, she was
grateful.

     By 3pm, the meeting was over. Amanda had made a superb presentation,
and the
     client was pleased. Papers were signed. Amanda invited Allison out to a
nearby
     restaurant foe a small victory dinner, at which she knew her move would
be made.
     Over drinks, Amanda began. "you did an adequate job earlier, amazing
what a
     sober head can accomplish," Amanda smirked, "try staying that way and
you just
     might keep your job longer than the usual length of time...a week is
about the
     record, isn't it?" Amanda laughed. Allison managed a weak smile. She
had to put
     up with it, she had to. After they were finished, Amanda insisted that
Allison
     follow her to her room, a proposal Amanda knows commits her to going
through
     with the plan. At the door, Amanda fumbles nervously with the key. Once
inside,
     she directs Allison to sit on the bed. "Have a seat," Amanda orders.
"Time and
     again you have fucked up and I have always taken you back, and here we
are once
     more. I think it's about time you showed me a little gratitude for my
     generousity." Allison begins, "I really am grateful, I... ," Shut up!"
Amanda
     barks. "I'm not finished! It's about time you give a little." Amanda
sits on the
     bed next to Allison and places her hand on Allison's knee. Getting only
a blank
     stare in return, she slides her hand up and inside Allison's thigh. At
this,
     Allison jumps. "What are you doing?" Allison demands. "Sit back
down...NOW!"
     Amanda hisses through clenched teeth. Slowly, Allison complies."It's
about time
     you understood--there are two kinds of people in this world, those with
power,
     and those without it. I have it---you do not! I suggest that you be a
little
     more cooperative unless you want to find yourself in a job where your
biggest
     worry is counting your tips at the end of another shift." Amanda
states.

     "This will be our little secret," Amanda continues," and you will keep
it. After
     all, who would take you seriously? A drunk with documented mental
problems. That
     would put you on the losing end of any embarrassing harrassment charges
you'd
     care to make!" Allison sits, blinking, and not quite accepting her
situation.
     Allison finally finds her voice. "Are you saying---" Allison begins.
Amanda cuts
     her off. "I am saying that your future with the company depends upon
how
     cooperative you are to me tonight." Amanda reaches for Allison's blouse
and
     attempts to unbutton it. Allison stops her. Angrily, Amanda rises to
her feet.
     "You selfish, stupid little bitch. Either you get undressed and do what
I want,
     or I'll leave your worthless ass here to get back to L.A. on your own.
And
     you'll find yourself without a job. Not only that, you are 3 months'
behind in
     rent. I should have kicked you out long ago. And considering how you've
managed
     to alienate everyone you seem to know, I doubt that even little prick
Billy
     would take you in!" Amanda gives this a moment to sink in. Allison,
visibly
     shaken, tries to speak. "I...I'm not like that. I mean, I've never been
with a
     woman. Please, if we can just sit down and talk for a min----." Amanda
grabs her
     purse. "I'm going down to the lobby. You had better think about what I
just said
     long and hard. I'll be back in exactly 30 minutes. When I get back, I
expect to
     find one of two things. When I walk in, you will either be gone, which
means no
     job, or, you will be in that bed---naked and waiting for me!" Amanda
turns and
     storms out.

     Down in the lobby, Amanda is nervously caressing her drink, wondering
if she
     wouldn't have been better off frequenting a local escort service as she
did back
     in L.A., where attractive women would do as she wanted for a price. But
she knew
     that Allison was the one she wanted. She could only hope that she had
the upper
     hand. She knew that Allison could very well go public with this. Amanda
could
     only hope that Allison was just scared enough to give in. But Amanda
knew as
     well that this was more than just sex. It was power. Forcing Allison to
submit
     to her in a most degrading way. At this thought, Amanda licked her
lips. That's
     what she wanted.

     Amanda finally drains the last of her drink and heads upstairs.
Unlocking the
     door, she steps inside. Rounding the corner, she looks up... and a
deeply
     satisfying smirk crosses her face. Allison is in bed, with the snow
white sheet
     framing her ample breasts. Amanda quickly undresses and climbs into
bed,
     instantly mounting Allison. "Open your legs." Amanda whispers. Allison
complies.
     "The ultimate act of submission." Amanda hisses quietly. She busies
herself with
     Allison's delicious body, kissing and sucking her breasts. She kisses
Allison
     deeply on the lips. From there, she moves down Allison's firm tummy,
kissing and
     licking as she goes. Finally, Amanda buries her face between Allison's
silky
     thighs. She tastes her completely, licking her legs, hands, ears.
Amanda climbs
     on top of her prey once again, this time sliding one of her legs
between
     Allison's. The rub together for the better part of an hour, climaxing
only
     seconds apart. After a few minutes of kissing, Amanda finaly rolls
over, next to
     Allison. They talk for awhile, with Amanda making it clear that expects
future
     excounters with Allison. "You can have a solid career, but only if you
     understand that the game is played my way." Amanda says. "Once we get
back,
     you'll get back your job as junior executive. And that sofa in my
office will
     see some good use, do you understand me?" Allison slowly nods her head.
The next
     morning they fly back to L.A., with Amanda firmly in control, and
knowing that
     this was only the beginning. Hugh G.


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