Second Place part 14
The interview
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"Time for your monthly review, Terri. Conference Room C should do nicely, don't
you think?"
"Yes ma'am." Terri put away the copy of Hustler magazine which she had been
reading.
Danielle turned and headed for the empty conference room. Terri subserviently
followed a few paces behind.
The young VP took a seat. "Close the door, will you?" The blonde obeyed and
took her seat.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" Danielle asked sharply.
"No ma'am," Terri hurriedly got to her feet, flustered.
Danielle was pleased with herself. She always liked to start these meetings off
by putting her assistant off balance. Outwardly, however, she made her
disdain evident.
"I don't know what your problem is, Terri. We've been having these little
meetings for eight months. I'd think you'd know the rules by now."
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. NOW you may sit down. You know the position to assume."
Terri did. Slumping way down in the plush chair, she spread her legs wide and
rested her feet on the wooden conference table. Lifting the hem of her skirt,
she tentatively eased her finger inside herself. Danielle had the best seat in
the house from across the table, and could plainly see that Terri was already
wet.
"Goooooood. Nice. Now...let's talk about whether or not we should keep you on
here." The brunette's voice took an ominous tone. Of course, if Terri were
dismissed, Danielle would be sending some information to the cops. Evidence of
sensitive information which Terri had stolen from her old job. Videotapes of
Terri selling her body for cash. Offshore bank accounts full of dirty money,
all in Terri's name. Drugs....
With a shudder, Terri thought about one incident, shortly after Steven had filed
for divorce and thrown Terri out of their house. That meddlesome bitch Carrie
had cajoled Steven into getting a restraining order against Terri (Danielle had
"helped" by making numerous telephone calls to Steven's boss, pretending to be
Terri, and by slashing Steven's tires.) Terri had said "fuck it" and told
Danielle that she quit, deciding that everything that mattered to her had
already been taken away from her. In this, she found that she was sorely
mistaken; speeding out of the parking garage, she'd received a call on her
car-phone. "Look in your trunk," Danielle's voice had urged, then a (click).
Stopping, Terri had discovered a ziploc bag filled with white powder beneath
the spare tire. Searching the rest of the car, she'd found several more bags.
Then Danielle had called back.
"My next call will be to the DEA and the sheriff's department." And so, Terri
had dejectedly gone back and spent most of the next 24 hours between Danielle's
legs, begging for her job back.
"Soooo..." Danielle began. "Very SPECIAL day for you today, isn't it?"
Terri didn't answer, instead she regarded her boss with a mixture of pure hate
and extreme hurt.
"What's the SPECIAL occasion?" Danielle pressed.
"M-my...d-d-div.....D-DIVORCE....." The pretty blonde's voice broke, and she
began sobbing uncontrollably. Across the table, the evil Danielle silently
congratulated herself. It usually took her a full three minutes to get the
little bitch bawling her eyes out. But today was a very emotional day for
Terri, as her marriage had now been legally and officially ruined by this
wicked, spiteful woman. The tramp was understandably riding an emotional
roller coaster. The balloons, flowers and the impromptu lunchtime party
probably hadn't helped matters, Danielle mused.
"Ahhh....yes. Your divorce. Oh well. Guess that's what you get for being a
walking cum depository. Let's begin, shall we?"
"Wh-whatever...." Terri sniffled.
"I see you shaved your pussy again, Terri." It was true; the blonde's cunt was
completely bald--in direct contradiction of Danielle's orders to let it grow
and dye it black, so that anyone seeing her naked would assume that she was a
fake, dyed-blonde bimbo. However, Scott, one of her coworkers, had ordered her
to shave it off. Danielle, of course, knew this, and also knew that Scott had
ordered Terri not to tell. This didn't stop her from taking the opportunity to
torment the girl.
"Now, Terri...do you remember our little review last month?" she asked softly.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And, what did we decide in regard to the shaving of your pussy?" Danielle
pressed.
"You...w-we...said I wasn't....s-s-supposed to...."
"And...look at your pussy. What do you call that?"
"S-shaved...." Terri had a look on her face which wished that she was anywhere
but here.
"And," Danielle continued quietly, "what did we say the penalty would be if you
disobeyed again?"
Terri's eyes widened. "No...please, Danielle...."
"What did we say the penalty would be, Terri?"
"Danielle," Terri sobbed, "please! You don't understand!!!"
"I understand that I gave you specific instructions, and that you failed to
follow them," Danielle said coldly. "The penalty--your employment here will be
terminated, and your illicit activities will all be reported to the proper
authorities." Picking up the phone on the conference table, she dialed a
number. "Building security, please."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Terri wailed. "Please...Danielle....ma'am...I didn't have a
choice....Scott! Scott made me do it." Ah. Now they were getting somewhere.
Danielle hung up the phone. "Scott 'made' you do it? How?"
"H-he...told me...if I didn't...Angela would use the whip
again....and...and...he'd u-use m-m-my ass..."
"Oh. So, you had a choice, then." Danielle let that sink in. "And you chose
to disobey me."
"Danielle...h-he...she....A-Angela and Scott aren't...aren't gentle. One of
these days they're going to kill me...." Terri choked.
"When is it going to sink in, Terri? It's not all about you. You're nothing
more than a toy, for the purpose of providing pleasure to us as we see fit.
I'd have thought that would have been obvious by now. Anytime Scott wants to
use your ass, it's his, provided that it's not being used by me at the moment.
And if his wife wants to take a whip to your back and cover it with
welts...well, can you blame her? After all, you have been having an affair
with her husband," Danielle finished cruelly.
"Please...I'm sorry...it w-won't happen again...please don't fire me..." Tears
rolled down Terri's face as she awaited her fate.
Danielle observed as Terri broke down. Having spent most of her life being
tormented by the blonde, she found it intensely satisfying to be paying it all
back, with interest.
"P-p-please...."
"While I think about how to handle this little infraction, get up on the table.
You know what to do." And Terri did. Stripping naked, she lay on her back on
the mahogany table, sliding her hand down to her cunt, as her boss watched with
perverse satisfaction. Before long, Danielle's own hand was busy shamelessly
playing with her wet pussy.
Bachelor Party
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Terri walked, reflecting on what an awful day it was. She couldn't believe that
Danielle had taken things this far. Ruining her marriage! She'd thought she
was resigned to the inevitable, but it hadn't really been real for her until
today. As of today, she was a single woman, the man she loved having been
stolen from her through seduction, blackmail and lies. And through it all, as
Danielle had carefully arranged and choreographed everything, Terri had only
been able to kneel under her boss' desk, cramming a dildo up her ass while
dutifully eating out the evil bitch who was destroying her life.
Danielle had "decided" to keep Terri employed for another month. Now, Terri was
headed back to Danielle's apartment, where she was being allowed to reside.
There, she'd go through the same type of monthly "review", where Danielle would
decide whether or not to keep her blonde slave as a "tenant" for another month,
or to throw her out into the street.
Her "landlady" was eagerly awaiting her.
"Tonight's 'review' is going to be a little different. I've arranged for you to
work a bachelor party. Let's get you ready." It was not unusual for Danielle
to pimp Terri out to special events like this.
Danielle spent the next hour dolling her slut up to look like the high class
call girl she was. A pink thong with a matching pink demi bra, which had been
specially made for Terri's silicone-made triped-D rack. Matching garters and
hose. A rather stunning, extremely scandalous red dress to accentuate Terri's
every curve. Plenty of face and eye makeup. Bright red lipstick, to call
attention to the lips which had serviced hundreds of cocks at Danielle's
bequest. Six-inch pumps. A black wig put the finishing touches on things.
When Danielle left her alone, Terri surveyed herself in the mirror. She looked
like a complete stranger! The sex slave was thankful for once--at least nobody
would recognize her. That would certainly spare her some humiliation.
In that, she had no idea how wrong she was.
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"Drink this--you'll need it." Without taking her eyes off the road, Danielle
had produced a flask of whiskey and now offered it to Terri, who eyed it
suspiciously.
"Why?" she asked. It was indeed strange, she thought. Usually the heartless
bitch wanted her pet to be completely sober, so that she could fully experience
and appreciate whatever humiliation had been conjured up for her. "Don't you
want me to be fully coherent while you embarrass and torment me?"
"Yes, dear, usually I do. But in this case, I think you'll need to be a little
numb. Tonight will be an important performance from you, and the last thing we
need is for you to start bawling in front of everybody."
"Why would I start bawling?" Terri wanted to know.
"Just drink," Danielle said firmly.
"Why would I start bawling? What's going to happen?" Terri asked anxiously.
"Oh, I might as well tell you, so you can get it out of your system now,"
Danielle sighed. "The bachelor party you'll be performing at is for Steven.
He'll be marrying Carrie next weekend. You're going to perform for him and his
friends, and then you're going to fuck him." Danielle spoke as nonchalantly as
if she had just asked her assistant to drop a package off in the mailroom. "And
he's not even going to know that it's you..."
Eventually the hapless sex slave's crying died down enough that Danielle could
hear herself think.
"Drink," she repeated, passing the flask to Terri again.
Terri drank.
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Steven drank, too. But out of celebration and festivity. He was finally going
to be with the woman he loved, his soulmate. Carrie was wonderful.
He also was celebrating for another reason. Today, he had closed the book on a
chapter of his life which, he now realized, had been a mistake. What had he
been thinking when he'd married Terri? They were from two different worlds.
Steven thought back to how they'd drifted apart. The constant late nights
waiting at home while she was out partying. The phone calls in the middle of
the night, after which Terri would dress quietly and leave the house after she
thought Steven was asleep. A very painful, frustrating time it had been for
him....but he had found Carrie. She'd started out as a temp in his office, and
the two had gone out to lunch, and then dinner. In Carrie, Steven had found
someone whom he could talk to and relate to.
Then there had been the day when Carrie had brought the pictures over.
"Steven," she had said as gently as possible, "there's something you should
know. It's not going to be easy for you, but know that I am your friend and
will be here for you." Then she had broke the news to him, about the affairs
Terri was having at work. He'd broken down and cried in her arms, and somehow
they had ended up in bed together. Steven's path had been clear to him at that
point; with a supportive Carrie at his side, he'd filed the necessary paperwork
in the county courthouse. Carrie had moved in with Steven on the same day that
Terri moved out.
The two of them longed for the day when the divorce would be final, so that they
could make their own love official. It had been a bumpy ride--Terri still
telephoned at least once a week, always breathing into the phone and not saying
anything when Steven picked up. Carrie, however, had received several death
threats from the deranged soon to be ex-wife, and had spent many nights shaking
with terror, relaying the details to Steven as he held her close.
Now the long wait was coming to an end. In a few short days, they would be
married! Carrie, ever the good sport, had arranged tonight's bachelor party,
reserving a barroom, and had even hired a callgirl. "I want to watch you fuck
her while she sucks all of your friends off," the nasty redhead had whispered in
his ear. "Then, we go home and you get to ride the Redhead Express...." This
was their pet name for lovemaking.
The callgirl was a petite-framed, black-haired young woman, with curves in all
the right places and enormous breasts, all poured in to a size 2 dress.
Steven's cock grew hard immediately as she took the stage and began seductively
gyrating to the music in the bar. Seated beside him, Carrie, too, was getting
turned on from the show, and began rubbing at Steven's trousers under the table.
His friends, meanwhile, decided that they'd rather have a more intimate show,
and proceeded to carry the callgirl over to the large table where they were all
seated.
"'scuse me for just a second..." Carrie whispered to her man. She stood next to
the dancer.
"Doesn't Lisa's dress look pretty?" The men all agreed. "Wouldn't it look even
better in a crumpled heap on the floor?" Everyone roared their approval.
"You heard. Take it off," Carrie demanded. Slowly, the callgirl unbuttoned the
dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a pink lace demi
bra, with a matching thong, garter and hose. Directed by Carrie, the girl
pirouetted slowly to allow the men to take in a complete viewing of her
curvaceous, sexy body. "Mmmmmm nice, isn't she, guys? But you don't have to
settle for just looking. Lisa is paid for, all night! Help yourselves....."
And so Carrie returned to her seat, nuzzling up to Steven and watching as the
whore was surrounded by six of Steven's best friends.
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With the exception of Steven, Terri has fucked each of the men once, and they
were now enjoying sloppy seconds. VERY sloppy seconds, as it turned out--the
guys using her pussy and ass had all pulled out in time to douse the disguised
slut in cum. She was trying to keep them aroused, so that they'd keep fucking
her and she hopefully wouldn't have to do anything with Steven. Terri didn't
think she could take that. But the guys were gradually wearing out. As she
finished the man who was fucking her mouth, nobody moved to take his place, and
with horror, Terri realized that Carrie was standing over her.
"My husband to be wants a blowjob," the redhead demanded softly.
"Carrie....please, no. I wish you two best of luck, but....please...."
"NOW," Carrie demanded in a no-nonsense tone. "Or do you, I and Danielle all
need to sit down and have a little talk?"
Resignedly, fighting back tears, Terri got to her knees before the man who had
been so cruelly stolen away from her.
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Closing his eyes, Steven leaned back and enjoyed the cocksucking he was getting
from the callgirl. She definitely knew her oral, Steven thought to himself.
The way she was able to take him all the way in to her mouth, at the same time
snaking her tongue around his shaft...
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Humiliated and tormented beyond belief, Terri was performing by rote. She was
mechanically servicing Steven, just as she had on hundreds of occasions while
they were married. And he was responding--after all these years, she knew just
what he liked and how he liked it.
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The callgirl was doing a great job of sucking Steven's cock. He hadn't had
oral treatment this great since he and Terri had still been together. Carrie
was a terrific woman, but she had a lot to learn in the fellatio department.
The way her tongue was working him, her hands lightly playing with his balls, he
could almost imagine that he was still with Terri, before she'd strayed. In his
mind's eye, Steven pictured his ex-wife kneeling there, her blonde hair tickling
his thighs as she bobbed up and down, determined to give her man the suck of his
life.
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Carrie watched nervously. Terri was playing her role a little *too* intensely.
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If this is the last time we're ever going to be together, Terri thought, I'm
going to make damn sure you're going to remember it, Steven. Moaning loudly,
she doubled her pace, slurping at his sweet prick with a frenzy, just like the
time....
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..they'd headed up to the river, packing a picnic basket lunch which they had
never gotten around to eating. Opting instead to taste each other there on the
blanket. Steven recalled how he'd anticipated, and how warm and wet his young
wife's mouth was when she'd finally stopped teasing and gotten down to
business. How she'd leisurely worked him with her mouth for a while, before
moving in for "the kill", shaking her head back and forth and her moans,
muffled by her mouthful of prick...
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"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....."
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"Oh yeah....swallow it, Terri...." Steven wasn't even aware he'd said it. He
was aware only of the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing, as he couldn't hold back
anymore, and emptied his load into the callgirl's mouth, as she eagerly gulped
down every last drop....
Carrie, however, had heard clearly, and was too stunned to move. Terri was
looking up at Steven, with a kind of sadness, knowing that it was, indeed,
over.
Finally the redhead bride to be found the strength to move. Grabbing at Terri's
wig, she tore it off and threw it aside. "You BITCH!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID
YOU DO TO LISA?? Won't you EVER LEAVE US ALONE????" She grabbed Steven,
pulling him away, then turned around and slapped Terri across the face. "LEAVE
US THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!"
Everyone ignored Terri as she dressed, reduced to complete shame. All of the
guys were gathered around Carrie and Steven. The bitch was sobbing about how
"she follows us everywhere and calls our house constantly....she somehow found
out about tonight and arranged....THIS...." More fake tears. "What did you do,
Terri...tap our phone lines when we called the escort service? Where's Lisa,
the girl who was supposed to be here? Is she lying dead in a ditch somewhere?
Do you want us dead? Do you? COME ON!!! HERE I AM!!!!" And she came at Terri
again, getting a handful of the humiliated girl's blonde hair, shaking her
around until she was pulled back by Steven and a few of the other guys. What
really hurt most of all were the words spoken by Steven.
"C'mon, Carrie. She's not worth it."
As she was led away, the redhead spoke to Terri. "Stay away from MY MAN."
Then, to Steven's friends, "Do whatever you want with her, guys. Have fun."
They did.
