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Second Place

The End Final Chapter

                               Second Place
                               Final Chapter

Danielle hurried toward the conference room, her heart beating excitedly.  
The CEO's of several prominent local corporations were already present.  If 
this merger went through, she'd be rich enough to retire!

The young executive was running a little behind, because she had just 
finished getting serviced by Terri in the company restroom.  The blonde had 
licked her off exceptionally well this morning, Danielle pondered.  No doubt 
the little slut was hoping that when the merger went through, Danielle would 
have so much wealth and glory that she wouldn't even need to bother with 
tormenting and exploiting her blonde slave anymore.

Which was fine with Danielle--oh, yes! the wicked brunette thought 
contentedly.  She loved it when the little whore had hope, as Danielle found 
it so much fun to rip Terri's hope away, time after time.  Actually, 
Danielle had been extremely busy lately, sometimes even too busy to torture 
Terri.  There were, of course, the holidays, and all the shopping...plus the 
business, which had been booming since Danielle's promotion.  Plus, Danielle 
had been extremely tired lately.  Sometimes she'd wake up in the morning, 
and feel like she hadn't even slept.  Days like these, she wished she could 
just stay in bed and have the hapless blonde slut wait on her hand and foot 
(and cunt, and ass...)

But, Danielle reminded herself, if this meeting went as planned, she'd be 
rich beyond her wildest dreams.  An hour and a half of hard selling, and 
she'd have an entire lifetime to continue her vendetta of torture and 
humiliation of Terri.

Speaking of whom, Danielle noticed, Terri was already scurrying mousily 
around the conference room, setting up visual aids.  After bringing her boss 
off with her talented tongue, the buxom secretary had been sent to finish 
the conference setup, while Danielle laid contentedly sprawled out on the 
washroom sink.

Entering the conference room, Danielle was appalled to see that many of the 
visual aids were still not set up.  DAMN that bitch!  She was dragging ass 
on purpose, the executive cursed.  Terri was moving very timidly around the 
gathered executives.  Oh, come on, slut, Danielle wanted to scream, you've 
FUCKED just about everyone in this room, why the fuck are you shy now?

Instead, Danielle grabbed her assistant's shoulder.  "You're going to pay 
for this, you bitch.  Did you at LEAST get the slide projector in place and 
loaded?"

Fearfully, Terri nodded that she had, glancing up to the projector booth.  
"S-s-sorry, ma'am...here, I'll..." The blonde grabbed a stack of charts, but 
Danielle pulled her away by the arm.  This resulted in Terri dropping the 
charts all over the floor.

Danielle's voice was a deadly whisper, a whisper that promised intense pain 
and extreme humiliation and torment for later.  "Get out of here, you clumsy 
bitch.  Go wait in my office.  I believe you know what to do when you get 
there."

"Y-yes I--"

"GO."

As Terri hurried to get out of her boss' sight, Danielle addressed the 
gathered executives with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen.  
Some minor holdups.  We'll be ready to begin here in just a few moments..."  
Inwardly, however, she was furious with Terri.  The dumb blonde couldn't 
even follow the simplest instructions!  With a conscious effort, Danielle 
set to push her blonde slut secretary out of her mind.  She'd deal with the 
little whore later.  For now, she had a deal to close, and a fortune to 
make, so she set about collecting the dropped charts and putting everything 
in order.

Show time.  Danielle gathered herself and stepped to the podium.  
Momentarily, she suddenly recalled the time she'd made Terri stand behind 
this podium in her lacy underwear, in front of the company staff, giving a 
presentation on how she, the company slut, could be used more 
effectively....  The brunette exec savored the thought for a moment, using 
it to relax herself.  People with a fear of speaking are often advised to 
stop and picture everyone in their audience in their underwear; for 
Danielle, what worked best was to picture her hapless slut assistant in her 
underwear, being abused and humiliated.  With this, she began.
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In Danielle's office, Terri stripped nude, then retrieved the "second place" 
ribbon and affixed it to her pierced nipple.
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"Our companies have been doing business for the past four years.  Now," 
Danielle looked over her audience, "it's time to take our business 
relationship to another level..."
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The blonde slid the "Bobby" dildo into her mouth to lubricate it, then eased 
it into her ass....
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"...we've prepared a presentation which will demonstrate where we are 
now...and where we will be within a year after the merger..."
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Terri hurriedly made a few calls and completed a few tasks.
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Danielle grabbed the remote control and clicked the power button.  In the 
control booth, the slide projector powered up and displayed a graphic with a 
series of charts.  "As you can see here, we started out with a customer base 
of less than ten percent--"  she clicked the remote "--but within six 
months--"

Almost collectively, everyone gathered at the conference table gasped.  "--a 
dramatic increase!  This continued, as you can see..."  Danielle glanced up 
at the screen....

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With all of her chores complete, Terri turned up the volume on the 
speakerphone, which currently was on a two-way connection to the conference 
room.  Then she assumed her place under Danielle's desk, frigging herself 
with the dildo while she listened.
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....and at first, her brain did not register what she saw there.  "...into 
the next quarter when...when...continued into the next....next..." Now it 
registered.  On the screen was a slide of a woman who was unmistakably 
Danielle.  The shocking part wasn't that she was completely naked...the 
shocking part was the fact that she was in some kind of bar, being fucked by 
a donkey.

Danielle gasped in utter disbelief.  She'd never done such a thing! she 
thought confusedly. Someone must have altered a picture--TERRI....the LITTLE 
BITCH... She clicked the "off" button on the slide remote.  It didn't work.

"Um...um....this all continued into the next quarter...."  She tried other 
buttons, growing more and more desperate.  Finally she succeeded in 
advancing the projector from that awful doctored slide...only to have 
another take its place.  Now Danielle in the picture was smiling directly 
into the camera, as the huge animal mounted her from behind.  (click) 
Another picture, Danielle this time surrounded by men, or more specifically, 
by hard cocks...

"No...wait a minute...um...we have some....um...technical problems..."  
Clicking the remote in desperation, only to bring up another picture, this 
one nearly the same, except that the girl in the picture had finished off 
all of the men, the evidence of which was dripping down her face and all 
over her naked body, as she lay there with a stoned, vacant expression on 
her face.

Fighting to control her embarrassment, rage and sense of overall panic, 
Danielle forced herself to think.  Of course! she thought.  The control 
panel on the podium!  Quickly she knelt down and opened the control box.  
INPUT, she saw, and a toggle switch between SLIDE PROJ. and VIDEO.  She 
flipped it, and the awful image on the screen went away, replaced by a blue 
screen, blank except for the word VIDEO in large, friendly green letters.

Slowly she rose to look at the attendees of her meeting, who were sitting in 
stunned silence.  "Um--"  Danielle cleared her throat.  "L-ladies and 
gentlemen, it looks like someone has played a...a very bad joke on me, 
and...and tried to sabotage our meeting."  Looks of understanding were now 
dawning on a few faces.  Good...this is good, Danielle, she thought.  "I 
have to excuse myself for a moment.  Please remain seated...and I'll be 
right back."  After I throw my assistant out the window, she thought to 
herself as she left the podium in a murderous rage.

She only got three steps before she was stopped in her tracks by the sound 
of her own voice.

"Oh yes, EAT ME you little slut!  I always knew you were a little closet 
lesbian, like me, YES!!!  I know you want it, dive right in and eat me!!!  
OHHHHHHH YES EAT ME!!!!!!"  The blue screen had been replaced with a 
homemade video movie, which had been made by Danielle and Carrie.  Danielle 
had finally gotten Carrie to give in to her "secret desires", as she called 
them, and the girls had spent the whole night together.  The brunette had 
videotaped the whole thing....and now it was being played for the CEOs of 
every one of her prospective business partners.

"Oh..." a gasp from the female CFO of the biggest insurance firm in North 
America.  "Disgusting," agreed the chairman of the city's leading financial 
institution.  Everyone else was silent.  Danielle's hands moved, 
incoherently gesturing, standing there in her $800 business suit.  Her mouth 
moved, but no words would come out.  Her counterpart on the big video 
screen, on the other hand, was having no such difficulty.  She was 
explaining to her redheaded lover, in explicit detail, exactly what she 
planned to do with the large silver vibrator she was now alternately rubbing 
on her nipples and slipping into her mouth.  Carrie moaned her contentment 
as she lapped away at her friend's pussy.

"Well."  One of the CEO's spoke with a tone of finality.  Danielle didn't 
even see which one it was.  Nor did she care, as she stood in the middle of 
the room, red-faced with rage, embarrassment and hysteria.  With great 
effort, she brought her shaking fists to her sides and hurried from the 
room, as the Danielle on the screen queried her lesbian lover, would she 
like a tongue or a vibrator on her swollen dyke slut clit first?

"TERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!" she shrieked as 
she ran toward her office to find the bitch.

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 From her place under Danielle's desk, Terri had heard everything.  Through 
it all, she'd been furiously pumping the dildo in and out of her ass, while 
at the same time servicing her soaking wet cunt with three fingers.  When it 
had all started to fall apart for Danielle, the submissive blonde had felt 
the pulsing from deep within her pussy, and when Danielle had screamed her 
name in rage (heard both on the speakerphone and down the hallway), Terri 
had cum more violently than she ever had in her entire life.
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Danielle stormed into her office.  "WHERE ARE YOU, BITCH???"  she bellowed?  
Silence answered her.

Of course...the little blonde cunt had fled the building.  Oh, well, 
Danielle thought grimly, she'll be a fugitive from the law by tonight 
anyway.

"I'll fix you, you little bitch," Danielle remarked to the empty air.  Then 
she sat down at her desk and retrieved her rolodex, looking for the name of 
a police officer she knew.   It was then that she got another shock.

The rolodex was empty.

Well, not entirely empty.  A stack of bundled cards with a post-it note was 
the only thing in there with any writing, wedged between the unused XYZ 
cards.  Shaking, Danielle read it.

"Your Christmas cards are all sent out, so you won't need the rolodex 
anymore! I used the trick you taught me last year! (Danielle's blood ran 
cold, as she recalled the photos of Terri in humiliating, depraved 
situations, which she had sent to the blonde's entire family last year)  I 
thought you might like a few extra copies so here they are!  Isn't it GREAT 
to be second place again, sweetums?  Love, Terri"

"No...." Danielle whispered, now as white as a ghost.  Tearing at the bundle 
of cards....cringing in utter horror as she looked at them...

Card #1, addressed to Danielle's parents: Another picture of Danielle with 
the donkey.  The caption, in neat calligraphy: "This gives 'getting some 
ass' a whole new meaning!  Love, your daughter Danielle."

Card #2, addressed to the CEO of one of Danielle's would-be business 
partners: A picture of Danielle getting her cunt eaten out by Carrie.  The 
caption: "Too bad you can't get me off like this, you senile old bastard! 
Looking forward to taking more of your company's money in the new year!  By 
the way, I really enjoyed embezzling that $21,000 from you in the Mercedes 
deal!  Best regards, your favorite sales lady, Danielle..."

Card #3, to Danielle's sister: Danielle having doggystyle sex with a 
teenaged boy.  The caption:  "Meet my new man.  In two years, he'll even be 
old enough to vote!  Love, sis."

"No.  NO!!!!!" the wicked brunette repeated.  She'd never seen the boy 
before...nor the donkey... "No...these are fake...th--"  A memory suddenly 
popped into Danielle's mind.  Last week, finishing up dinner, as her blonde 
bimbo servant scurried about, cleaning up the table...Terri stealing a 
suspicious number of furtive glances as Danielle drank her glass of wine...

And Danielle, try as she might, UNABLE TO REMEMBER ANYTHING between then and 
the next morning...assuming at the time that she'd just been extra tired.  
Now, realizing the truth...

"You drugged me," the executive whispered, not without awe.

Then came Danielle's biggest surprise of all, as she felt her skirt being 
hiked up, her panties pulled down...and her slave's tongue finding its mark 
on her clit, as it had so many times in the past year and a half.

This time was different, though.  This time, the blonde was pouring 
everything she had into this lesbian tongue fucking she was giving her boss.

As Terri deftly assaulted her mistress' clit, Danielle lost all of her 
remaining motor skills, slumping back in her chair and shivering 
uncontrollably.

Then the blonde shoved Danielle's chair away from her.  The young 
executive's eyes opened wide, and she gasped at the sudden loss of the 
wonderful sensation Terri's tongue had been giving her.  Then Terri pulled 
the dildo from her own ass and stuffed it in Danielle's gaping mouth.  
Danielle gagged and tried to fight her off, but her assistant fought 
relentlessly; at one point, Danielle's chair toppled over backwards onto the 
floor, and the evil brunette's head spun momentarily as her slave fought to 
keep the dildo firmly buried in her mouth.

My god, she means to choke me to death, Danielle thought desperately.  But 
then came Terri's words:

"Suck it clean, you bitch..."

A wide-eyed Danielle shook her head NO.  Terri buried the awful-tasting toy 
even further in Danielle's mouth, the tip was brushing against the back of 
her throat and bringing her dangerously close to gagging.  "MMMM HMMMMM" 
Danielle moaned frantically.

Terri let the dildo out an inch or two.  Her tormenter gratefully began 
sucking it clean.

"Does my ass taste good, bitch?" Terri taunted her.

Danielle merely nodded her head.  Once this slut got off of her, she'd pick 
up the phone, call the police, and young Terri would spend the best years of 
her life being used as a lezzie sex toy in a women's prison upstate.  As she 
slurped away at the foul dildo, Danielle reflected that Terri would probably 
be tasting worse--MUCH worse--on a daily basis for the rest of her life.

Then her attacker suddenly got off of her.  Danielle saw why, as she spit 
the dildo out and leaned over, repeatedly expectorating in a futile attempt 
to rid her mouth of the awful taste.  Scott, Angela and several of Terri's 
key tormentors of the past year and a half had showed up on the scene.  They 
were all standing in the middle of Danielle's office, not quite sure what to 
make of the scene before them.  Terri was standing by herself, completely 
naked except for a "Second Place" ribbon pinned to her nipple, warily eyeing 
them and Danielle.

Summoning herself, Danielle spat at the newcomers.  "What are you waiting 
for.  Grab her and take her into the storage room.  We're going to have some 
fun with her before we send her to jail."

Scott moved toward Terri, who raised a hand, calling attention to her extra 
long, sharp nails.  "Come near me and I'll claw your eyes out, bastard."

Scott stopped in his tracks, seeing the intensity in Terri's burning stare.  
He'd dominated and owned Terri hundreds of times in the past...but that was 
a Terri who had been submissive, and had been instructed to do anything and 
everything she was told.  This Terri was obviously one that Danielle had 
completely lost control of.  A Terri who spent four days a week at the 
health club, not only serving as eye-candy and a fuck-toy, but also keeping 
her body well-toned, lean, and in outstanding physical shape.  A Terri that 
Scott was not sure he wanted to mess with any longer.

Danielle had now composed herself.  "Terri...you're coming with me," she 
intoned, barely keeping her rage in check.  "First you're going to apologize 
to everyone in that meeting, then you're coming home to apologize to ME.  
Then I'll decide whether or not to have you thrown in jail for the rest of 
your natural life."

Terri didn't move.

"NOW, slut.  Or I'll call the cops, I swear I will..."

The blonde still stood her ground proudly, defiantly.  More so than she had 
ever been for the past year and a half.

"Do I need to remind you," Danielle growled, "that all those illegal 
accounts are in YOUR name, and YOUR name only?  But....oh, fuck that...the 
drugs, Terri?  I've had enough stashed in your car to put you away for 20 
years.  Oh, I know, you THINK you found it all and threw it down the sewer.  
By the way, you're going to be turning a lot of tricks to reimburse me for 
THAT.  Drugs...money laundering... prostitution.  All those offshore bank 
accounts.  All tracing back to YOU.  Did you think I was bluffing when I 
told you I would ruin you if you fucked with me?"  Terri was now laughing 
softly.  This enraged Danielle.  "IS THIS---DO YOU FIND THIS FUNNY?  YOU 
LITTLE BIMBO WHORE????  DO YOU THINK THAT I WON'T CALL THE COPS AND HAVE 
YOUR LIFE RUINED????  I CAN MAKE UP ANY STORY I WANT TO!  I'M A RESPECTED 
PROFESSIONAL IN THIS CITY. YOU'RE THE COMPANY FUCKING WHORE!! WHO ARE THEY 
GOING TO BELIEVE?  I TRASHED YOUR SHITTY MARRIAGE AND I OWN YOUR LIFE!!!!  
YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY???? I'M GOING TO CALL THEM, BITCH!!!!!"

Terri by now was openly giggling.  "You can call them, if you want to, 
Danielle..."

"MA'AM!!!!  YOU WERE...YOU WERE TOLD TO ALWAYS CALL ME MA'AM YOU SNIVELING 
LITTLE SLUT!!!!"

"Danielle, Danielle...Danielle..." the blonde practically sang...just to 
make the point.

"I'LL CALL THEM...DON'T THINK THAT I WON'T!!!"  Fumbling, she picked up the 
phone and began dialing.  "Hello?" she said confusedly as she realized she 
wasn't getting the familiar tone indicating that she had gotten an outside 
line.

"....but to get a line out, you have to take it off 'speakerphone'..." Terri 
finished helpfully.  "Unless..." the blonde was in tears, having not laughed 
this hard in over a year.  "...unless you...you want everybody in your 
precious meeting to overhear you...."

The evil brunette executive stared at the telephone's LCD display, and 
realized that her assistant was right.  Their whole exchange had been shared 
with the executives still gathered in the conference room.

Danielle blushed furiously, then went pale.  Her hands were shaking so badly 
that she had to stab half a dozen times with her finger to press the 
"disconnect" button on the phone.  Surprisingly, she asked "How could 
you....?".  Terri didn't dignify this with an answer.  All the while, Scott 
and his entourage stood there watching the soap opera unfold.

"Danielle...MA'AM...weren't you going to make a CALL???"  Terri's voice was 
100% pure dumb blonde bimbo.  "Your hands are shaking.  Would you like ME to 
dial for you?" she beamed.

"I'll do it, bitch," Danielle quavered, "and you will be sorry.  Oh, they're 
going to have so much fun with you in prison, Terri..."  Stubbornly, 
Danielle ignored the fact that she'd just confessed to the blackmail and 
extortion of Terri, with several witnesses.

"Promise me we'll take long, hot soapy showers together, honey," the blonde 
chirped happily.  "Since you'll be right there with me after they see these 
pictures of YOU...."  Terri pulled an envelope out of Danielle's bookcase 
and tossed it on her desk.  Pictures from the envelope cascaded all over the 
desk...pictures of Danielle in sexual positions with a young man.

"He's not a day over sixteen, in case you were wondering," Terri commented 
helpfully.  "Quite illegal in this state...."  Danielle's face was now 
absolutely green.  What else had she done while she was drugged?

"You drugged me, you fucking whore," Danielle cursed.  "It'll never stand 
up.  You'll go to jail for drugging me too!"

"Oh...I don't think so.  But, if you think so, dial the phone, Danielle."  
Terri was speaking in a whisper at this point.

"I'll get a good lawyer.  He'll exonerate me and then together we'll lock 
you up and throw away the key.  I'll even let him fuck you just for fun," 
Danielle threatened...but in reality she was scared badly by the way things 
were going.

"Lawyers cost money, sweetums!  And you have none!"

"What are--I have enough money to...."

"Oh," Terri exclaimed.  "I forgot to tell you.  Since all those accounts 
were in my name, I cashed them all in!"

"You."  Danielle was now on overload.  "You.  You.  BITCH!!!!!!!" she 
shrieked, charging at Terri.  The blonde sidestepped and grabbed a handful 
of Danielle's hair, bringing the woman around in a half circle and causing 
her to whack her knee on her desk with a resounding thud.  She wasn't fazed. 
  "Kill you...KILL YOU!!!!!!" she exclaimed and shoved Terri backward into 
the wall.  Terri bounced right back and jumped on her tormentor, clawing at 
her face and neck with her long, sharp red nails (which Danielle had made 
mandatory for Terri... a policy which she was now regretting).  Terri was 
now going for Danielle's eyes...angrily, the brunette grabbed Terri's wrist 
and bit it as hard as she could.  This disengaged Terri from making ground 
beef out of Danielle's face for the moment.  Another shove and Terri was was 
knocked on her bare ass, with Danielle following her down.

Terri began clawing at Danielle again, succeeding in ripping the woman's 
business blazer halfway off of her.  The brunette stopped fighting, and 
looked down at her semi-exposed breasts, snug in their white lace bra, 
peeking out of her ruined business suit.

"You bitch," she spat.  "This was four hundred dollars!"

"Don't worry," Terri panted.  "You won't need it for your next job," 
punctuating this with a vicious slap across the executive's face.

"UGGGGGHHHHHH!" Danielle shouted, and grabbed Terri's "second place" ribbon 
and pulled as hard as she could.  The blonde's obscenely huge breast 
stretched nearly a foot before the safety pin ripped through her pierced 
nipple and free.  This also sent Danielle careening backwards into her desk.

Terri howled as blood poured from her injured nipple.  No time to bleed, she 
thought, and jumped right back on her opponent.  The two women viciously 
continued scratching, clawing, biting and punching at each other.  Scott and 
his entourage stood frozen in their positions, seemingly waiting to see who 
was going to emerge on top.

And it didn't take long to resolve the issue.  Terri had been working out 
for four days a week for the past 18 months, a condition of her abuse by 
Danielle, to keep her body perfect for her use as a sex toy and call girl.  
Danielle had taken to lying around eating bon-bon's while her blonde slave 
waited on her.  Now she was paying for it, and was powerless to retaliate as 
Terri retrieved a pair of handcuffs from Danielle's drawer and cuffed her to 
the chair.

Terri caught her breath, then addressed her ex-tormentor.

"I have evidence of everything.  Blackmail...rape...extortion...everything, 
Danielle."  The blonde ripped a piece off of Danielle's suit and held it to 
her bleeding nipple.  "If I send them to the police, you'll be going away 
for a long time."

"What....what do you want?" Danielle croaked.  She could hardly bring 
herself to say the words.

Terri produced a small stack of papers.  "These are your shares in this 
company.  Sign them over to me."

"No...." Danielle protested.  "No...OOOOOOOOOOF!!!!" Terri punched her 
adversary squarely in the gut.

"Sign them NOW.  Or I will ruin you."

"You won't...."

Terri picked up the phone and dialed.  "Yes...I'd like to make a 
complaint....uh-huh.... yes.... um... blackmail.... rape... drug 
trafficking...yes, I can...."  Terri paused as she heard an unfamiliar 
sound.  It took a few seconds for her to identify it as Danielle sobbing, as 
she reached for a pen and began signing the paperwork.  Satisfied, Terri 
hung up the phone.

"You'll never get away with this," Danielle hissed.  "Scott...Angela...help 
me..."

Terri held her hand up.  "They don't work for you anymore, bitch..."  She 
indicated the paperwork.   "*I* now own the majority of the shares of this 
company."  As she set about bandaging her nipple, Danielle switched gears 
into her saleslady mode.

"This....this is absurd!"  The brunette appealed to her followers.  
"This...she forced me to sign...I d-did it under duress!  It won't hold up 
in court..."  But they were now looking at Danielle as if she were someone 
whom they no longer wanted anything to do with.  "PLEASE LISTEN!  Get me out 
of here..."  she rattled the handcuffs, "and we'll shred these papers 
up...then we'll shred Terri up--" the thought of feeding this blonde wench 
through the paper shredder, tits first, was a gratifying one 
"--we'll...it'll be like before!  I PROMISE YOU!!!  SCOTT!!!  GRAB THIS 
BITCH AND TIE HER UP...I SWEAR TO YOU I CAN FIX THIS!!!!  DO AS I SAY OR 
YOU'RE FIRED!"

"You have zero authority anymore, Danielle," Terri explained.  "You're just 
a second-place bimbo.  Besides...do you think they would really want to help 
someone who was planning to sell them out?"

Danielle turned white as a ghost.

"What do you mean?"  Angela asked suspiciously.

"Tell them, sweetums!" Terri prodded Danielle, who was shaking her head and 
looked as if she was about to be sick.  When no coherent answer was 
forthcoming, Terri gave one herself.  "Our dear little Danielle here was 
planning to sell off the company....and put you all on the street...."

"Please..."  Danielle whispered.

"Is it true?" Angela asked with disbelief.

"She's LYING!" Danielle insisted.  "Angela...are you going to take the word 
of the company whore????"

"Oh...don't take MY word for it," Terri offered, handing Angela a packet of 
papers.  On top was a single airline ticket out of the country (Danielle had 
explained to a petrified Terri that she would be riding in the baggage 
compartment, crammed into a wooden box.)  "Read for yourself..."

Danielle was ashen.  "Please, Terri...."

Angela read briefly, then her eyes narrowed and burned into Danielle.  "You 
little fucking CUNT.  I've devoted YEARS to this company."  She passed the 
incriminating documents on to her husband and her friends, who also looked 
at them in shock and anger.

Terri spoke up.  "You were nothing more than a stepping stone for Miss 
Executive here.  You...Scott...all of you."

"Well, NO MORE!  Bitch..." Angela took a very menacing step toward Danielle, 
who cowered in her chair.

"A-Angela...listen..."

The furious woman kept advancing on her former manager, until Terri raised 
her hand.  "Hold off for just a minute."

Angela wheeled on the company slut.  "Don't tell me what to do.  Who the 
fuck do you think YOU are?"

"Your boss," the nude blonde said matter-of-factly.  Angela realized it was 
true.

"Well...then I quit."  Scott and the others murmured their agreement.

"Oh, no need for that.  You were all fired anyway, the minute those shares 
were signed over," Terri assured them.  "But...how would you each like a 
*nice* separation bonus?  Like, $200,000 each?"

That got their full attention.

"Yeah, right.  She's trying to trick you," Danielle chattered, desperately 
trying to gain back any favor from her former employees.

Angela nodded her skepticism.  "Yeah...what's the catch?  Why would 
you....well...let us off after....after..."

"After you used me as a fuck-toy and raped and tormented me?" Terri finished 
the other woman's thought without a trace of anger in her voice.  Angela 
nodded, as her face actually reflected a tiny bit of shame.  "Well...I need 
your help, in dealing with the flat-chested wonder, here."  Terri slapped 
the back of the glowering Danielle's head.

"But...Terri...."

The blonde shook her head impatiently, as she gathered up her clothes and 
began dressing.  "Are you interested or not?"

Angela, Scott and the rest of the guys shared a glance at each other, and at 
the incriminating paperwork which Danielle had planned to fuck them over 
with.  One by one, they nodded.

"Good," Terri acknowledged.  "I just need you guys to keep Ms. Danielle busy 
here for a little while."  There was no question as to what the sexy blonde 
meant by "busy", as she retrieved Danielle's panties.  Wadding them up, she 
stuffed them in Danielle's mouth--"Don't you dare spit them out, bitch," she 
warned with a harsh slap--then secured Danielle's mouth shut with a strip of 
tape.  Finally, she undid the handcuffs and used them to cuff Danielle's 
hands behind her back.  Then Terri leaned down and whispered something to 
her ex-tormenter.  The brunette's eyes widened and she began emphatically 
protesting through her makeshift gag.

"You're with me," Terri ordered Angela.  "Grab that box over there."  On her 
way out, she nodded to Scott, Daniel and the rest of the men, who quickly 
undressed and descended upon the helpless Danielle.

Danielle thrashed frantically as each man took his turn with her.  Her 
desperate screams came out only as muffled moans...Terri had gagged her 
well.

Danielle was helpless.

Danielle was powerless.

Worst of all, Danielle was unable to warn the men that Terri had been 
replacing her birth control pills with fertility drugs for the past three 
months...

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Trembling, with Angela at her side, Terri knocked at the door.  She almost 
hoped nobody was home.  But then she heard the sound of approaching 
footsteps from inside the house, and she took a deep breath as the door 
opened.

It was Steven.  "What do you want?  You're not supposed to be here and you 
know it."

"Steven, I need to tell you--"  Terri began.

Then the door opened a little more, as Steven was joined by his wife Carrie. 
  The redhead snaked her arm around her husband.  "Who is it, honey?"  Then 
she saw.  "YOU.  GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR LIVES!  THERE'S A RESTRAINING ORDER 
AGAINST YOU, YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!"  She pulled at Steven.  "Honey, let's go 
call the police."

Terri ignored her.  "Steven...I have to tell you something.  It won't take 
long."

"There's nothing to be said.  Now please leave before we call the police."  
Steven's voice was cold...as if he had never known her.  As if they had 
never made love on the beach in Hawaii until sunrise...  Steven turned to 
walk away, with Carrie practically dragging him.

"Wait," Angela spoke up from beside Terri.  "Um...Steven, I think you might 
want to listen to what she has to say."

The redhead was now looking worried.  "What...what is this?  What's going 
on?"  She tugged at her husband.  "Steven...you don't...we...we don't have 
to listen to this!  Come on..."

But Steven was listening now.  Showtime, Terri thought to herself.

"Steven...you remember Danielle, don't you?"

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Epilogue 1: Pathways
--------

Danielle left town shortly after Turnabout Day.  Two weeks later, she 
rejected her breakfast.  Eight and a half months after that, she gave birth 
to four babies...fathered by three different men.

Oddly enough, Angela and Terri developed a sort of friendship after 
Turnabout Day.  It began right after Terri had explained everything to 
Steven, over the increasingly frantic protests of Carrie.  When Steven had 
stood there, looking back and forth between his ex-wife and his current 
wife, not knowing what to believe, Angela had piped in and acknowledged 
that, yes, everything Terri had said was true.  Carrie had lunged for 
Angela, who summarily knocked the redhead on her ass.  "I never liked that 
bitch much anyway," she'd confided as the unusual pair had walked away from 
the house, and from the intense shouting match going on there.

Steven threw Carrie out of the house and got a quick annulment.  Carrie 
lives by herself and spends most of her time either scheming to get "her" 
man back, or plotting her revenge.  So far, she hasn't quite been able to 
decide who should be the target--Terri, for wrecking her marriage, or 
Danielle, for allowing Terri to get the upper hand.

Over the ensuing several days, Terri and Steven had numerous heart to heart 
talks.  In the end, they mutually decided to move on, separately, with their 
lives.  They also mutually agreed that no matter what, Terri should keep the 
breasts.  The two also enjoyed a going-away tryst which is another hot, 
raunchy, cum-dripping story in itself.

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Epilogue 2
Terri

Terri sat at her desk, looking over the deals she'd closed.  A new Terri, a 
new job, on a new coast....same results.  The last contract, which she'd 
closed just ten minutes ago, had been an especially tough one.  The client 
had been undecided between Terri's firm and another rival company.  But the 
best part was Michelle.  Michelle was someone who'd quickly become a fierce 
rival of Terri's.  The two of them had battled for days over this 
contract...and Terri had come out on top.

You've still got it, she congratulated herself.

Terri had a number of things to do.  The contracts had to go over to 
Legal... not to mention the manpower requirements, which H.R. needed to know 
about immediately.  But, first things first.  Turning to her computer, the 
blonde opened a new e-mail memo.

  Dear Michelle:

  Burress Corp. is now mine. Did you really think that dress with the
  slit up the side would make any difference?  If that's the best you've
  got, then my tenure in this town is going to be long and prosperous!
  But anyway, congrats on being second pl

Terri frowned and stopped typing.  Then, she began tapping her [backspace] 
key.  Eventually, she held it down till she'd obliterated all but the 
salutation.  This done, she began typing again, very thoughtfully.

  I got Burress.  You gave me a good fight all the way...thanks!  A bit
  of real competition keeps a gal on her toes.

  Listen...I have a number of prospects whom we're not calling on at this
  point in time.  They're smaller companies who are out of our market, but
  at least some of them might be within yours.  I'll be happy to refer them
  to you.

  Let's discuss over dinner.  Winner buys!

  Terri

A new town...a new start.  Maybe even a new friend....or more, Terri 
thought.  That dress with the slit up the side had indeed been noticed... 
and not just by the executives at Burress Corp.

With a conscious effort, she pushed back the Michelle fantasies which were 
running rampant through her head.  Then, she turned back to her files.

"Fuck it," she said aloud after reading through one page.  "This'll wait 
till tomorrow."  The office was completely quiet.  Everyone else had gone 
home, Terri realized.

It had been a long day.  For now, Terri needed a nice, easy workout at the 
health club.  From her bottom drawer, she retrieved her workout attire and 
began to strip.  After her ordeal as Danielle's office slut, the blonde 
saleslady had no inhibitions against changing clothes in her office.  There 
were even some mornings when Terri came to work and felt the urge to get 
under her desk instead of behind it....

Today would be an easy workout, Terri told herself as she changed.  Twenty 
minutes on the stairmaster, then abs, topping off with a nice leisurely 
swim.  Followed by a quiet, relaxing evening....

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The janitor held his breath as the new senior sales partner began stripping 
off her clothes.  Taking care to ensure that she couldn't see him, he 
unzipped his fly as her lovely breasts came into view.  The new saleslady 
was a dead ringer for an actress in a porno movie which he had at home, and 
which he'd stroked off to hundreds of times.

As Terri bared her ass, the janitor gasped so loudly that he feared the girl 
must have heard him.  On her left asscheek was a large tattoo of a heart, 
with the name "Danielle" written in it.  The star of the porno movie had the 
SAME TATTOO...

My god, it's really her, he thought fleetingly as he shot his load all over 
the filing cabinet he was concealed behind.

As Terri dressed in her workout garb, the janitor adjusted his fly and crept 
away, smugly contemplating this new information he'd come across, and how he 
could use it to his advantage.  He wondered just what the woman would be 
willing to do to keep her secret from being exposed....

(The End)



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