"Ah, Marian. I'd like you to meet my daughter. This is Karen. She's going to be practicing her executive skills with the company for an indefinite period."
Jeremy Bates had dropped by the office of Mrs. Wintergreen on a slow afternoon, with a beautiful strawberry blonde on his arm. The twenty-something-year-old had her luscious hair flowing down the back of her shoulderless dress that was far too short for the older woman's taste. Karen eyed up the auburn-haired HoD and smiled wanly at her with red sensuous lips.
Unless her body language translation was seriously wrong, Marian sensed that this one spelled trouble. Marian had long known that the one thing that most daughters of eminent businessmen want to do is impress on Daddy how they can be independent and ruthless. They invariably dream of being considered an important person in their own right.
"Pleased to meet you," said the girl as she offered her hand to the other.
"Likewise, I'm sure. Do you have an office yet?"
"I thought I'd give Karen one on this floor. That way you can keep my daughter under careful observation."
"Not that I shall need a chaperone."
Again came the look of lordliness from the younger one. Indeed, within a week, Karen Bates was behaving appallingly, telling all the staff how rich Daddy was and how she was going to run things her way from now on. Then she made the mistake of letting everyone know that they had better watch out because she was going to take over from Mrs. Wintergreen. Word got back of course and Marian decided that enough was enough.
x
At five pm on the Friday of Karen's first week, Marian summoned the girl to her office. Her office was perched in the corner of one of the most well-known office buildings in the City of London. Number Twenty Fenchurch Street had a unique look that garnered the nickname of The Handset.
Mrs. Wintergreen had risen to the top in a relatively short period and she had established a reputation within the company of ruling with a firm hand. The forty-two-year-old had made it clear that she was in charge, and more than that, let it be known that she was not to be challenged in any way. She reigned over all and the higher-ups gave her carte blanche to keep those members of staff in check.
The daughter of the boss however was altogether different. The cool blonde stepped in with a haughty demeanour and as she walked across the thick carpet, her high heels gave her a distinctive wiggle. The older of the two was in a telephone conversation and she waved at Karen to take a seat.
She sat at the opposite side of the desk in silence. Her white blouse had the top three buttons undone, and her blue skirt was so short that it pulled tightly across her shapely bottom. Her attire had obviously been chosen for one effect only, to push her tits up and out and display lots of leg, creating a wealth of exposed flesh that bordered on the indecent.
Marian was dressed more formally but despite her choice of attire, her womanly figure still managed to impress. Her cleavage poked out from the low-cut top, and the dress clung to every sexy contour of her well-proportioned bum.
It was a ghastly evening outside with rain lashing the windows and the sky darkened more than usual. Wintergreen was on the phone yelling at someone at the other end. Things were not looking good. She hung up and looked at Karen with a face like thunder.
"Well. This has been a shitty week. It looks like our investments are going down and some of my clients want to sell their shares. I'm going to have to work Saturday and try to make some deals that we should have completed by today. Do you have anything to say?"
"Are you blaming me? It's none of my doing."
"Don't be impertinent. Since you started here, you've been finding ways to annoy me at every turn.
"It so is. You prance about the floor in skimpy skirts and half-undone tops, deliberately distracting half of my staff. I mean, what does that achieve except complacency and slack work?"
"I admit to that. I like to dress sexily and quite like to wear tops that show off a bit of cleavage and skirts that display my legs. So what?"
"I pride myself on running a tight ship. I do not tolerate any untoward behaviour that might divert attention to duty. You might think that because you're the daughter of the CEO you can just waltz in here and do things your way. Well let me tell you young lady that I am the boss around here and until that changes, you do what I say."
"Oh, that's right. Daddy told me about your nasty temperament and little chastiser."
Marian sat back and swept an imaginary strand of hair back over her ear. She steeped her fingers and nodded her head.
"I know that I am a hard taskmaster. I never attempt to hide it, and neither am I ashamed of it. I can be cruel for no other reason than it will keep the staff in check. A complacent team makes mistakes, none of which we can afford. Yes, my methods are somewhat unique, and there are few out there just like me. On the other side of the coin, some women LOVE to be dominated and humiliated, and get off on the pain that I provide them. Are you one of those?"
"Excuse me?" Karen leaned forward and prodded the desk with her index finger. "You really think highly of yourself, don't you? You're overrated, you know that? The staff despise you. They talk about you behind your back and ridicule you. You're pathetic and outdated."
Despite her apparent bravado, Karen Bates was overwhelmed by the sheer presence of this extraordinary woman. The almost physical sense of assurance and control oozed from her every pore. Did the bitch know that she was gay? That she felt a certain attraction to the older woman? Karen pressed her cute bottom into her seat and took a deep breath. Her flimsy pair of underwear cupped her hot snatch and absorbed her dampness. Mrs. Wintergreen clenched her fists.
"Have I bullied you, Miss Bates? What I have told you to do is to do your work. If you do not work as directed then there will be repercussions. Do not attempt to try my patience woman."
"How dare you try and reprimand me, you don't have the authority and you know it. My father would have your guts for garters if he heard you speaking to me like this."
Mrs. Wintergreen bowed her head and then rose slowly from her seat. She walked around her desk and drew closer to the other woman until her austere face came within inches away from Karen's. The daughter of the boss never expected it but she gasped loudly when the sharp slap hit her across her left cheek. For a split second, Karen was stunned, and then she growled with indignation and rage and charged the other. She lashed back with her own open-handed slap to the side of the other's face, making her head snap back.
Marian grunted and slammed her shoulders into Karen who squealed with shock. Caught off balance the blonde reached out and grabbed onto the other's top, yanking hard on the open front and causing buttons to go flying. They came together in a grapple, high-heeled shoes thudding as they locked their arms around each other's bodies. Their faces snarled as their heads pressed into the opponent's. Fair hair intermingled with dark as they spat and hissed. Marian's freed-up tits jiggled as the torn front of her top flapped uselessly.
Karen shoved forward and her own breasts collided with Marian's. Both women had enough upstairs to make a tit fight of it as they slammed into each other with their hands behind the other's back so they now held each other in a mutual bear hug. Breasts mashed with breasts as each tried to assert dominance. As they wrestled, the two of them toppled to the carpet.
Marian had the wind taken out of her sails as she was tackled to the floor. Although she had youth and athleticism on her side, the older woman was heavier and more experienced. Marian immediately gained an advantage and got on top of Karen, wrapping her legs closed around her upper thighs.
"You may be the daughter of the boss, but I'm going to show you your place. That being under me. Literally."
Karen fumed as she found herself pinned down. Her left arm wormed free and with this, she grabbed a handful of Marian's hair. She lifted her legs and in an Herculean effort got Marian onto her back. With Karen straddling her she began raining slaps on her tits. Marian gritted her teeth and pulled the blonde by her hair as they grappled.
