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Office Girl 
by Parker (address withheld)

***

One mistake leads to another and another and another 
and one big lesbian orgy. (FF, nc, blkmail, toys, orgy)

***

Author Note: This story concerns the blackmail and 
domination of a young woman. It also includes sexual 
situations in which consent is non-existent. If this 
sort of story offends you, don't read it. It's as 
simple as that. 

***

"Please?" The blonde girl squirmed in her seat, a look 
of near panic on her face. "I have to go back to 
school." 

Carol Brookmere looked over, stern and unforgiving, at 
the younger woman who was sitting so uncomfortably in a 
chair to the front of the desk. "Miss Boyd," she said 
coldly, adjusting her small, metal-rimmed glasses, "you 
should have thought of that before you decided to steal 
from us." Her English accent, still noticeable despite 
the many years she had made America her home, gave a 
clipped, formal tone to her speech. 

"I told you I was sorry," Amanda whined. She dropped 
her eyes downward, unable to meet her boss's cool gaze. 
"I didn't think..." 

"Exactly," Miss Brookmere pronounced, rising from her 
chair. The small, grey-haired woman came around from 
behind the desk. 

"You didn't think. You didn't think how many people you 
would be hurting by selling the results of the mining 
reports. You didn't think of what it would do to the 
reputation of this company; it could ruin us. You're 
only here for the summer. It's just another step on 
your path to getting an MBA and a high paying job back 
in the city. But most of all," she concluded, slapping 
her hand down on the top of her desk directly in front 
of the girl, "you didn't think you were going to get 
caught, did you?" 

The younger girl looked down, not answering. Miss 
Brookmere grabbed a handful of the student's curly, 
blonde hair and jerked her face upwards. "Did you?" she 
repeated. 

"N-no..." The reply was little more than a whisper; the 
twenty year-old looked like she was about to burst into 
tears. "I..." 

"But you *were* caught. And that's a fact. Now you must 
pay the price. You must make amends." The older woman 
paused for a moment, as if to gather her thoughts. 
Absentmindedly, she pushed the glasses up on her nose. 
"I don't know what you were paid to steal the 
information..." The blonde girl tried to say something, 
but Miss Brookmere immediately cut her off. "...and I 
don't care. That doesn't matter now." 

The grey-haired woman walked back around behind the 
desk and picked up a folder. "I do know," she 
continued, "the value of the survey work the results of 
which you sold." Her thin lips curled downward in 
disgust at the word 'sold'. The folder was dropped to 
the desk. 

"Your options are simple. I'll repeat them: either you 
work off your debt - replacing the value of what you 
stole - or we call the police. Very simple indeed." She 
glared at the younger woman. 

"But you must decide." 

A moment of silence in the office. 

"Now." 

Miss Brookmere couldn't entirely keep a smile off her 
face as she watched the blonde girl bite her lower lip 
in indecision. She loved the way the girl's summer-
blonde curls fell loose over her forehead, framing her 
fine, delicate features and setting off her wide, green 
eyes. 

Beautiful. 

She'd agree to stay, of course. 

They always did. 

Really, it was their own fault. No one forced them to 
accept the "bribe" from the company's competitors to 
sell confidential information. No matter that the offer 
really was extraordinarily generous, or that, in fact, 
it had been arranged by Miss Brookmere herself. The 
moral complicity was the same as if it really had come 
from a hostile third party. The only difference was 
that the girls who accepted this particular offer - and 
most did - got caught. 

And paid the price. 

Amanda weighed her options. 

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. This was just 
supposed to be your standard summer job: low paying, 
but the work wasn't particularly difficult. Most 
important, it was another bit of "real life" experience 
to add to the resume. Some effective padding. Just the 
sort of thing the senior partners in the City liked 
see. Amanda was only one year away from completing her 
MBA, and the interviews would be starting that Fall. 
Hence, the summer ritual of "resume padding" assumed a 
new importance. 

But the job had turned out to be a bit of a dud, even 
for a summer temp job. It had sounded interesting in 
the listing - a company called Unified Analysis had 
been looking for a temporary executive assistant to 
establish a plan for office restructuring - but the 
reality had fallen far short of her expectations. For 
one thing, the company had turned out to be quite a bit 
smaller than she had expected. The company brochure had 
represented a business in which the company received 
core samples and other types of field tests from 
various mining and related enterprises and provided 
analysis reports of those samples. 

That was true enough as far as it went, but the company 
itself was only a middleman, receiving samples and then 
sending them out to commercial labs. Hence, the entire 
company consisted of just four women: Carol Brookmere, 
who owned and ran it, Vanessa Todd, a technician who 
coordinated all of the technical reports along with 
what little in-house testing actually took place, 
Janine Bush, who provided secretarial support, and a 
slender, dark-haired girl names Linda (Amanda didn't 
know her last name), who seemed to be something of a 
office 'go-fer'. 

She just did routine filing, typing and general 
carrying / fetching for the other women. She was a bit 
of a mystery to Amanda, as she never went out for 
drinks or lunch with the other workers, but Amanda 
really didn't pay much attention. What did catch her 
attention, however, was the fact that there was very 
little work for her to do that matched her expectations 
or required any of the skills she had acquired in years 
of business school. It was mostly just routine 
scheduling and the like. She had complained a number of 
time to Carol, but nothing changed. 

Disappointed, Amanda had already written off the summer 
when she received a call from a man offering her a 
fabulous amount of money for the results of certain, 
specified core sample tests. She had been reluctant at 
first, but money was great and the risk seemed small. 
She had easy access to the reports. Besides, what did 
she owe Carol? The woman was using her for mundane 
labour and paying her slave wages on top of it. And so, 
about one month into her summer employment, Amanda had 
photocopied the results of the required tests and 
mailed them to the specified address. Everything had 
seemed to go smoothly, and she expected to receive 
payment at any time. 

And then Carol, looking angry, had called her into her 
office. She knew. 

Somehow, she knew... 

Options. 

They were twofold and they were simple. She could 
either allow Carol to call the police and then sit 
quietly until they arrived to take her away, or she 
could agree to work at the company for an extra year, 
"working off her debt". The latter possibility was 
certainly unattractive; it would mean missing a year of 
school and spending it stuck in this backwater.

On the other hand, the probability - no, the virtual 
certainty - of being convicted for industrial 
espionage... well, Amanda didn't really know how 
serious a crime that was, but she suspected that it was 
pretty serious. The money involved had been 
substantial. And, even if the penalty was not as 
serious as she feared, no one would ever hire her after 
that. As a convicted felon, her business career would 
be over before it started. 

Options... 

When she caught herself trying to figure out how to 
convince the university to let her defer her final 
year, she realized that she had already made up her 
mind... 

The blonde girl looked up. 

"I'll do it," she said, lip quivering slightly. "I'll 
work the extra year." 

Miss Brookmere nodded, unsurprised. To date, not a 
single girl had chosen to call the older woman on her 
bluff. Moving swiftly, she opened a folder and put it 
down on the desk in front of the younger girl. "Here's 
our standard services contract. I've filled in one year 
for the length of employment." 

Amanda, upset, barely even read the document before 
signing it. 'Stupid bitch,' Ms Brookmere thought, 
retrieving the signed contract and putting it away in 
her desk. 'Didn't even glance at it.' In fact, the 
document contained a number of clauses and provisions 
which would have surprised the young business student 
had she been careful enough to read through it. 'No 
matter,' the older woman reflected, 'she'll become 
familiar with those clauses in time.' 

"Now," she stated, walking around the desk and standing 
beside her new 'office girl', "we must discuss your new 
duties." 

"New duties?" Amanda looked up over her shoulder at the 
woman standing behind her, her green eyes questioning. 
"What..." 

"Hush." Miss Brookmere leaned down and silenced the 
girl by laying a finger against her lips. "You really 
must learn to listen." Obediently, Amanda fell silent, 
her cheeks turning red. When she was sure of her 
control, the older woman took her hand away from the 
girl's lips and moved it slowly downward until it came 
to rest on the swell of her small breasts.

Amanda stiffened at the touch, but didn't pull away as 
her boss cupped her left breast and gave it a soft 
squeeze. Likewise, she just sat there, stunned and 
frozen, when the hand was slipped down the top of her 
white blouse, under the bra and resumed its squeezing. 

"That feels good now, doesn't it?" Miss Brookmere had 
leaned over, and was whispering in the younger girl's 
ear. Amanda didn't answer. The older woman chuckled, 
then slid her tongue lightly along her employee's ear. 
"Tell me you like it." 

Frightened, and uncertain of what was expected of her, 
the blonde girl jerked her head up and down, nodding. 
"Tell me," the older woman hissed. She bit down on the 
girl's earlobe. 

"Uhmm... I, uh... l-like it," Amanda stammered. Her 
hands clutched the arms of the chair, ready to push 
away, but she didn't resist. Miss Brookmere smiled, 
well aware of the girl's state of mind. She understood 
well the mixture of confusion, fear and, eventually, 
arousal that would prevent the girl from walking out. 

As long as she was careful... 

"Good." The older woman was whispering again as she 
answered the girl's uncertain statement. "I thought you 
might." She shifted her position slightly and then 
brought her thin lips up to those of her young 
employee. Amanda shifted in the seat, keeping her mouth 
firmly shut, but Miss Brookmere just squeezed, hard, on 
the younger woman's captive breast. Amanda couldn't 
help but open her mouth, gasping in pain, and the older 
woman took the opportunity to slip her tongue into the 
blonde girl's mouth. 

Amanda whimpered, but had no choice but to endure the 
long, passionate kiss. She was panting by the time the 
Miss Brookmere broke the contact, her small, firm 
breasts heaving in the other confident woman's hands. 
Miss Brookmere allowed herself a slight smile as she 
removed her hand and straightened up. 

This one was going to be easy. 

* * *

"Linda?" 

The slender, dark-haired girl looked up from where she 
was busily licking envelopes, a look of trepidation on 
her pretty face. "Yes Miss Todd?" 

Vanessa Todd, the office technical expert, couldn't 
help but smirk as she looked at the eager, frightened 
face of the office girl. The little slut certainly 
hadn't been this compliant last year when she'd started 
work at UA. But things had changed. "Come here, girl," 
she ordered, taking off her glasses. 

Linda put down the envelopes she had been holding and 
hurried over, walking as swiftly as she could in her 
four-inch heels and tight miniskirt while still 
swinging her hips as she had been taught. The other 
woman watched appreciatively, brushing her mousy brown 
hair out of her eyes as the girl approached. She felt a 
tingling in her pussy as she noted the care the girl 
was taking to walk as sexily as possible. Janine had 
worked wonders with the girl. 

Linda reached the side of the desk and waited for the 
next order. The look of revulsion, only partially 
hidden beneath a pouty smile - also Janine's work - 
demonstrated that she knew what that order would be. 
Sure enough, the other woman made a short gesture 
towards the floor at the side of her desk. Trying to 
look expectant and eager, the dark-haired girl 
immediately knelt down beside the desk, keeping her 
eyes carefully downcast. Miss Todd gripped her face in 
her hand and turned it upwards, staring into the office 
girl's eyes. 

"Since the new girl arrived," she said quietly, again 
brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face with her 
free hand, "you haven't been able to serve us as you 
normally do." The younger girl swallowed. "Do you miss 
it?" 

Linda nodded without hesitation, but a slight grimace 
gave her away. The training could only do so much. Miss 
Todd smiled, though, not angry; she preferred it when 
they didn't like it. 

It was more fun that way. 

Still... 

"Tell me," she demanded. 

Discipline was everything. 

"Yes Miss Todd," the girl said, voice small. "I miss 
serving you as I n-normally do." 

"Good." The technical expert pushed her chair back from 
her desk and gestured between her legs. "Because you're 
going to do it now." 

Linda hung her head, blanketing her flushed face with a 
curtain of hair. "Yes, Miss Todd." The girl crawled 
into the space beneath the desk and, as the older woman 
brought her chair back up against the side of the desk, 
buried her pretty face under her skirt and began to 
work at her pussy, licking and slurping with all the 
skill she had developed over the last year. 

Vanessa moaned and, almost immediately, began squirming 
in her seat. The girl had certainly improved over the 
course of the year - a much more useful education than 
they gave you at some bloody business school, or 
wherever the slut had been studying.

* * *

"Now," Miss Brookmere said sternly, moving around the 
desk and taking her seat, "what were we talking about?" 

"Uhmm..." Amanda was clearly flustered by what had just 
happened. "My n-new... duties." 

"Yes," the older woman agreed. "That's correct. But 
before I go on, I'd like you to do something for me." 

Amanda sat, waiting. 

"While I speak," her boss said, "I want you to 
masturbate." 

"What!?!" Amanda jumped to her feet, releasing her 
white- knuckle hold on the arms of the chair. "You're 
crazy! I'm not going to..." 

"SIT DOWN!" The young blonde's protests were cut off as 
the other woman slapped her hand down on the table with 
a loud bang. "Sit down and hold your tongue." 

Amanda opened her mouth as though to continue her 
protest, but quickly thought better of it and dropped 
back into the chair. Miss Brookmere got up, walked 
around the desk and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. 
"Listen and listen well young lady: you made your 
choice. If you want to leave, you do so now. But if you 
do, you might as well head directly to the police 
station. If you stay, you do what I tell you. Do I make 
myself clear?" 

The blonde girl began to tremble. "B-but, I..." 

Miss Brookmere nodded as she felt the trembling beneath 
her hand. Another typical reaction. The hopelessness of 
the girl's situation was finally beginning to sink in. 

 Time for the next approach... 

"Now now," the older woman interrupted, her voice soft 
and comforting, "it's not so bad." She reached down and 
began unbuttoning the girl's blouse. Amanda continued 
to tremble, but she didn't say anything. When the front 
fell open, the grey- haired woman reached slowly around 
and undid the bra, leaving the girl's breasts half 
exposed. The blonde girl started when her employer 
cupped one of her almost naked breasts, but didn't pull 
away. "There, that feels good, doesn't it?" The older 
woman rubbed her fingers along her captive's nipple. 

Amanda bit her lip and looked down, her face flushing 
red with humiliation, but she nodded. It *did* feel 
good. "That's right," Miss Brookmere brought her other 
arm down, grasped the girl's right hand and brought it 
up to where she was squeezing and fondling the girl's 
breasts. Gently, she placed the girl's hand on the 
breast and gave a squeeze. "Go on," she whispered. 
"It'll feel good." Obediently, staring straight ahead 
as though in a trance, Amanda began to cup and fondle 
her own breast, doing to herself what her boss had been 
doing to her moments earlier. 

Smiling, Miss Brookmere slid her wrinkled hand down, 
across the girl's exposed stomach and under the 
waistband of her skirt. Amanda whimpered quietly as she 
felt the older woman's hand on her pussy, but she 
didn't protest, or stop fondling her own breast. Nor 
did she complain when she felt the older woman's 
fingers slip under her panties and start rubbing the 
outside of her pussy. After playing with the girl's 
pussy for a few moments, the woman withdrew her hand 
and used it to pull the younger girl's skirt up around 
her waist. 

"Now," she ordered, "sit up in the seat." 

Amanda did as she was told, still in a trance. 

"Take off your panties." 

The blonde girl chocked back a sob, but obeyed the 
order, pushing the narrow strip of cloth down her legs 
and onto the floor. 

"Drape your legs over the edge of the chair." 

A tear trickled down her cheek, but Amanda did as she 
was ordered. In moments, her pussy was lewdly 
displayed, a long, pink gash between her widely spread 
legs. Miss Brookmere considered the scene with 
appreciation: between the widely spread legs and 
exposed breasts peeping through the open blouse, the 
girl made a very attractive picture. 

 A perfect office girl. 

Onto the next stage... 

"Now," she said sternly, returning to her own seat 
behind the desk, "you'll do as you're told. I ordered 
you to masturbate. You'll do it until I tell you to 
stop." She looked the girl in the eye. "Is that clear?" 

Lip quivering, the blonde girl nodded. 

"Tell me!" 

"Yes, Miss Brookmere," Amanda stuttered, broken. "I'm 
to m-masturbate until you tell me to stop." 

"Fine. Get to it." 

Hesitantly, as tears flooded her green eyes, the blonde 
girl dropped her left hand to her spread pussy and 
began to play with herself. The other hand continued to 
fondle and tease her exposed breasts.

* * *

"Ohhh..." 

Vanessa Todd was well on her way to an orgasm when the 
office door swung open and another woman walked in, 
holding a file folder. The newcomer was a blonde woman, 
about forty years old and extremely fat. Miss Todd 
immediately sat up in her seat and pretended to look 
busy. 

"Hi Janine," she greeted, trying to keep her voice 
normal. 

The blonde woman wasn't fooled; she had seen her friend 
in this state before. Smiling, she walked up to the 
desk. "You know the rules," she chided gently, her tone 
taking the sting out of the criticism. "Nothing until 
the new girl is hired." 

Vanessa nodded and smiled ruefully, acknowledging the 
mild rebuke, but nodded towards the boss's office. 
"Carol's lowering the boom right now." She pushed her 
chair back and dragged the current office girl out by 
her hair. "You know what that means, don't you little 
one?" Linda, who had heard the comment about 'lowering 
the boom' on Amanda nodded, a genuine smile appearing 
on her lips for the first time in months. "Well," Miss 
Todd told her, "you're not done yet." 

She pushed the younger girl's face back down between 
her legs and turned back to her friend. "Is that it?" 
she asked, pointing to the file folder. 

"Yup." The large blonde woman threw the folder down on 
the desk. "Take a look." The technician grinned, her 
breathing heavy as she opened the folder and examined 
the contents. She went through every page, one by one, 
as the orgasm built and built and... 

Finally, she dropped the folder and came, gripping the 
sides of the desk as her legs spasmed and kicked 
uncontrollably. Underneath the desk, Linda fought to 
draw breath as the other woman's thighs ground together 
on the side of her head, forcing her nose and mouth 
hard up against the woman's sopping pussy. This went on 
for a good ten seconds as the large blonde woman looked 
anxiously at the door to Carol Brookmere's office. It 
wouldn't do to get caught... 

The orgasm finally subsided. With a long, tremulous 
sigh, the brown-haired technician pushed her chair back 
from the desk and allowed Linda to crawl out from 
between her spread legs. The young office girl was 
still gasping for breath, her face shiny and bangs 
plastered to her forehead with pussy juice. 

Miss Todd gestured, and the girl immediately resumed 
her place, kneeling beside the desk. As trained, she 
made no move to wipe the fluid from her face. Smiling, 
the brown-haired woman ran her index finger along the 
girl's cheek, gathering up a dollop of her own 
glistening juices. She held the soaked finger in front 
of the girl's trembling lips. Without a word of 
protest, the office girl parted her lips and took the 
woman's finger into her mouth, sucking it dry. 

"Good, isn't it?" 

"Mmmm, yes," the girl breathed, still sucking on the 
finger. "Good." 

Laughing, the brown-haired woman looked up at her 
friend. "Want a turn?" she asked. "I think Carol might 
be busy for a little while yet." 

The heavy blonde woman glanced at the closed door to 
her boss's office and then nodded her head. "Send her 
over," she said, walking across the room to her own 
desk. 

Miss Todd looked down and pulled her finger from the 
girl's mouth. "Do you want to suck the pussy of your 
blonde mistress?" 

Linda looked like she was about to cry, but she 
answered with enthusiasm: 
"Yes please." 

 "Off you go then," Miss Todd ordered, giving the girl 
a shove. "Doggie walk." Smirking, she watched as the 
office girl crossed the room on her hands and knees, 
ass swaying under the mini-skirt. The technician 
appreciated the view, particularly as the girl wasn't 
wearing any underwear. It had been weeks since the girl 
had 'entertained' a male customer (a part of her duties 
at the company), but Carol made 'easy access' a firm 
policy for office girls. You never knew when someone 
might drop by. Linda eventually reached the other side 
of the room and slithered into her accustomed place 
beneath the secretary's desk. 

Across the room, Vanessa Todd grinned maliciously as 
she sorted through the content of the file folder... 

 ***** 


Miss Brookmere watched for a few moments as her young 
employee masturbated on the chair in front of her. When 
she was satisfied that the girl was hard at work, she 
adjusted her glasses and turned her attention to some 
papers on her desk. The moment her attention strayed, 
however, the blonde girl pulled her hand away from her 
gaping pussy. The older woman had expected this, and 
reacted immediately: "Did I tell you to stop?" she 
asked angrily. 

Amanda, flushing red with humiliation, could only shake 
her head in silence. 

"Well then," Miss Brookmere said sternly, "you'd best 
continue then. When you've had an orgasm - a *real* 
orgasm, mind; I can tell the difference - then we'll 
discuss your new duties. Until then, you'll sit there 
with your fingers up your slit." The grey-haired woman 
turned her attention back to her work. The blonde girl 
stared in disbelief for a few moments, shocked as much 
by the language her boss had used as the orders she had 
been given, but then slowly brought her hand back to 
her exposed pussy. She began rubbing.

Miss Brookmere continued to work at her desk while her 
humiliated young employee played with herself in front 
of her, desperately trying to bring herself off. The 
older woman couldn't help but admire Amanda's technique 
as the girl's long, slender fingers slid up and down 
along her pussy, expertly teasing her fully exposed 
clit. 

The little blonde slut clearly knew what she was doing. 
And, despite the humiliation of her position, the girl 
was becoming flushed and her breathing was getting 
heavy. The older woman felt her own pussy beginning to 
tingle as she imagined the feel of the girl's 
fingers... the teasing touch of her soon-to-be well 
trained tongue, lapping.

Well, time enough for that later. 

One had to build up to these things. The girl seemed 
compliant, but... 

"Oh." 

There it was. It wasn't big; it wasn't earth-
shattering, or dramatic in any sense of the word, but 
it was real. 

The girl had cum. 

Miss Brookmere laid her pen down on the desk. 

"Now," she began, as the blonde girl sat panting, legs 
spread and fingers glistening with her own pussy juice, 
"regarding your new..." She stopped speaking. "You've 
stopped." 

Amanda swallowed. "I... uh..." 

Ms Brookmere opened her desk drawer and pulled out an 
object. She flicked a switch and it began to buzz: a 
vibrator. A pink, plastic vibrator. She placed it on 
the desk in front of the blonde girl. "Use this," she 
ordered. Amanda froze for a few moments, looking at the 
buzzing object as if it were a poisonous snake, but 
eventually reached over to take it gingerly in her 
hand. 

The older woman smiled as her young employee brought 
the vibrator down and began massaging her clit with it. 
For a tense moment it had looked as if the girl might 
refuse, but it hadn't happened. The girl had made her 
decision and appeared to be prepared to do what she had 
to do to get through it. Already, her breath was 
starting to become short as the plastic toy did its 
work. 

"Well then, regarding your new position." She sat back 
in her chair and adjusted her glasses. "As you've no 
doubt noticed, the company is not in need of any sort 
of restructuring at this time. However, there are a 
number of tasks around the office with which you can be 
of assistance. Vanessa often needs reports typed; the 
filing is always a mess; the stock rooms always need 
cleaning..." 

"But," the blonde girl interrupted, slightly breathless 
from the feeling of the vibrator in her pussy, 
"that's... that's what Linda does! I'm a..." 

Miss Brookmere laughed. She just couldn't help it. Here 
the girl was, breasts dangling in full view, legs 
spread, pussy gaping and filled with a vibrator, and 
she was concerned about being given a job that was 
beneath her capabilities. Well, she'd learn soon 
enough; there were no longer any jobs that were beneath 
her. 

"That is correct," the older woman smiled. "You will be 
the new office girl. Linda is leaving us at the end of 
the week." Amanda opened her mouth to argue, but the 
hopelessness of her position seemed to overwhelm her. 
She had no choice; it was either do what she was told, 
or go to jail. And she had made her decision. "Of 
course," Ms Brookmere continued, "since you will be 
performing what is essentially unskilled labour, your 
pay will be commensurably less. However, with the money 
you will be saving on rent..." 

"S-saving on..." Amanda was panting now, and her 
nipples peeked, rock hard from her half-open blouse; 
the vibrator was doing its work. 

"Yes. You will be moving in with me." Once again, Miss 
Brookmere's pussy began to tingle at the thought of 
this beautiful young blonde moving into her house. She 
already had the appropriate 'items' laid out at home: 
dog collar; cuffs; strap on dildos.

"Excuse me." 

Her thoughts were interrupted as Vanessa Todd stuck her 
head into the office. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need 
your decision on the, uh... option buy-out." 

 Ms Brookmere looked at Amanda. The girl had gone beet 
red at the intrusion, at the prospect of someone else 
seeing her in this condition. But she hadn't stopped 
playing with herself. 

Good; the one *was* going to be easy. 

"Bring me the offers," she said, sighing. 

Duty called. 

The brown-haired technician approached the desk and 
placed the file folder in front of her boss. She 
glanced down and smirked as she saw Amanda's spread 
open pussy and exposed breasts. She itched to reach 
down and cop a feel, but resisted the urge. Time enough 
for that later. The blonde girl looked down in 
humiliation, unable to meet the other woman's eyes. 
'Far cry from the arrogant bitch who started her a few 
weeks ago,' Vanessa thought to herself. 

She couldn't wait to feel the bitch's tongue on her 
pussy.

Miss Brookmere opened the folder and paged through the 
contents. It contained half a dozen pieces of paper, 
all offers to buy out the option contained in Linda's 
contract. Of course the company had renewed the option 
on the one year contract - Linda didn't know yet; there 
was no notice requirement - and now it was just a 
matter of determining the party to whom their rights 
under the contract were to be sold. 

The first offer was from a Scottish couple, Nigel and 
Miriam Hammersmith. They were looking for a new 
'domestic'. Ms Brookmere considered and then put the 
offer aside. Nigel and Miriam were dear friends, but 
all things being equal, she preferred to sell out to 
someone in the field. 

The remaining offers all fit that description: one was 
from a mining operation in Alaska; another came from a 
petroleum and natural gas exploration unit in the 
middle east. After a few moments' thought, Miss 
Brookmere chose to accept an offer from the crew of an 
oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico. 

United Analysis had done several deals with that 
company over the last few years, and she felt that they 
deserved the chance - it must get so lonely for the men 
on the rig. Besides, she reflected, poor Linda never 
did learn to enjoy sex with other women; it seemed only 
fair to place her in a position where she'd be 
surrounded by men. After all, she would be working 
there for the next several years.

Her decision made, Miss Brookmere closed the folder and 
handed the oil rig offer to her employee. "This is the 
one," she stated. "I trust you can make all the 
necessary arrangements for shipping by the weekend?" 

Vanessa looked at the paper and grinned. "No problem," 
she answered, turning to leave the office. "I'll see to 
it right away." The woman glanced down at the new 
office girl as she left the office. The younger girl 
was panting now, running the buzzing vibrator in and 
out of her sopping pussy. She seemed oblivious, lost in 
her own world. 

Ms Brookmere sighed as her secretary left the office. 
She wished that she could be there when they told Linda 
what was to become of her. The poor girl had no idea 
that the option on her contract had been renewed - that 
it *could* be renewed; she expected to be discharged at 
the end of the week, having paid her 'debt' to the 
company. The grey-haired woman couldn't help but 
imagine the scene when Vanessa, after securing the girl 
for shipping, would tell her what was happening: the 
panic; the tears; the begging... 

It wasn't to be, though. She had other duties. Besides, 
sometimes it strengthened character to deny oneself 
these little pleasures. 

"Ahhh..." 

She was interrupted from her thoughts as the new office 
girl experienced another orgasm. Miss Brookmere licked 
her lips as she regarded the girl, legs splayed, pussy 
exposed and dripping, breasts glistening with sweat.

The new office girl. 

One pleasure, she promised herself, she would 
experience to the fullest.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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