What once was good was bad. What once was bad was worse. Kirk found it was a terribly different world, cruel and horrible, even, now that the new Manager had arrived. He hadn't met her yet, but the entire office seemed to have slipped out of his control and into hers.
Sitting in his chair in the President's Office, it was all Kirk could do to keep from shouting at his underlings to be reasonable and come to their senses, but he was scared to death that they would simply kill him. Things seemed to work that way around here in the insurance industry. If you couldn't get your way the first time around…
"They bicker and squabble like spoiled children," he muttered to himself. "Today, Bastet and Thomas are arguing over the spelling of the latest benefactor's name!"
"You two sound like an old married couple." Teased a soft, husky voice. Heads turned to the front doors to see the source of the voice, and the striking female standing in the doorway arrested Kirk.
She was of an average height, around 5'6" but her body was sleek and curvaceous. She was clad in a daring black gown that attached around her neck in a halter-top style string. It had no sleeves and a plunging neckline that revealed the sides of large, firm, tight breasts and a smooth, toned abdomen. Kirk thought he even glimpsed her navel, the neckline was so low, and it seemed that the only thing keeping it from falling open was a diamond-studded clasp at the middle.
Hip-high side slits in the fabric allowed the dress to flutter against her legs freely, revealing limbs that were equally as toned, but much more muscular. Kirk felt his cock stir at the sight of her stiletto heeled sandals – only the tastiest whores he'd met wore shoes like those! Her forearms were encased in black gloves that ended in rings that encircled her middle fingers. Her skin was tanned a dusky shade of gold, her lips full and pink. Her features were bold, darkened by chocolate brown eyes and thick, wavy brown-black hair that flowed freely around the middle of her back. Overall, she was a dramatic, commanding feast for the eyes.
Thomas scowled her at, but she didn't seem to notice or care as she strode forward to stand between them. "Really Mr. Thomas," she purred, "you ought to give up! Adrian is spoken for!"
Thomas gritted his teeth and got to his feet, face flushed with anger. He made as though to hit the woman, but she merely stared at him with her bottomless brown eyes. They narrowed slightly at Thomas and he slowly sank back into his chair.
"That is better." The woman's lips curved upward at the edges and Thomas looked away as if ashamed. The woman seemed to dismiss him as she slowly swung a leg over Bastet's lap and straddled him, purring softly. "Hello darling."
Bastet grinned as they kissed deeply. "You look beautiful, Mistress. As always."
"Why thank you, Alpha." Rifka grinned naughtily and slid her hands down. Kirk couldn't see what she was doing, but he could tell from the way Bastet moaned. The couple spared no other words, and the bridge was soon stuffy with the heat they were putting off.
Kirk felt himself unable to look away as Rifka arched her back, moving her hips with a grace that couldn't possibly be human. Whatever she was doing, Bastet was enjoying it thoroughly. Work in the office paused, and it seemed to Kirk that voyeurism was an acceptable response, but for Kirk it wasn't enough. Something burned inside him as he stared at the gyrating young pair. Greed began to fill Kirk's mind with fantasies.
She'll be mine. He thought. She'll be mine, and do that to me whenever I please! She was, after all, just a fuck toy, right? And he was the President.
He was wrong.
The following night, Kirk followed the mysterious and captivating Rifka. He tried to keep tabs on her the whole day, but there were times when even the computer didn't know where she was. He had just caught up to her, after finding out she had been spending most of the day in Bastet's room, though she made visits to a number of people before.
When Kirk finally found Rifka, she was walking down the hall in his direction. Gathering his nerve for the confrontation, Kirk held his breath as he stepped out to meet her, only to watch her sultry, muscular walk take her into the gym's entrance without ever seeing him.
She's just playing hard to get! Kirk thought as he followed her. Taking her in public seems to be the thing to do around here, anyway. Maybe if I do take her in public, it will make my claim all the more clear. To everyone.
Kirk grinned as he entered the gym and looked around, silently congratulating himself on a perfectly laid out plan, not knowing he was in for an unexpected surprise.
Rifka lay on a bench, gazing up at a cute young man as he carefully attached weights to the barbell.
"That's the last of them." He panted, sweaty and winded. Rifka smiled and took his hand, licking the sweat from his palm. The boy gave a high-pitched giggle and danced around, pulling his hand away. "Mistress is playful tonight!" He cried.
"Just tonight?" Rifka laughed and took the bar in both her hands. "Yes… Tonight and every night, silly boy."
Kirk was amazed. The more he heard her talk, the more he felt Rifka's rolling accent growing on him. He watched as Rifka lifted the bar from its hooks and began to press it slowly and steadily, all with remarkable control.
