I pulled my coat on and checked my purse for my car keys. Things were just winding down at the office, and the girls were all getting ready to go for the night.
"Good night Laura," I smiled at the girl in the cubicle next to mine.
"Good night Angel," she waved back. I was just heading for the door when I heard a loud crash in the break room.
I rushed toward the noise and stopped short in the doorway of the break room, where Laura and a couple of the other girls were already standing. We were all mesmerized, barely able to believe what we saw.
Shawna, the 20-year-old brunette who had just started at the office, was picking herself up off the floor. Her nylons were ripped, one knobby knee poking through. Her skirt was ripped all the way to her right hip, and her white silk shirt was only half tucked in, two missing buttons revealing a lacy white bra.
Standing above her, fire burning in her eyes, was Diane, the boss's secretary. Always business-like and keeping the other girls in line, she was looking completely out of character as she grabbed Shawna's arm and twisted it hard so that it was pressed against her back. Shawna whimpered and then let out a little yelp as Diane pressed her against the table.
"Care to say that again?" Diane pressed her mouth against Shawna's cheek, her long red hair spilling over Shawn's face as she hissed at her, pulling back on her arm again until she answered.
"No," she whispered, struggling against the smaller woman's grip.
Diane pressed hard against her, her tiny frame crushing against Shawna's body, her hips pressed against the curve of Shawna's ass. At barely more than 100 pounds, it was amazing to watch Diane dominate Shawna, who must have easily had 30 pounds on the tiny woman, not to mention that she was ten years younger and two or three inches taller than the petite older woman.
"I can't hear you," Diane yelled at her, and let go of her arm. As Shawna tried to scramble away, Diane grabbed her shirt and ripped it off, leaving the 5'4" girl's ample breasts barely covered by nothing but a lace bra. She pressed herself against the wall, half naked and on the verge of tears as she noticed the group gathered to watch.
Diane glanced over her shoulder to see what Shawna was looking at, and a sly smile crossed her face, her cheeks flush with excitement.
"Oh, you think they're going to help you?" Diane laughed as she strode across the room to stand in front of Shawna, who put her hands up in front of her to fend off the advances.
"They're not going to help you," she said, grabbing Shawna's thick brown hair in her fist and dragging her to her knees. Big brown eyes looked up at her, and she begged Diane to stop.
"Stop, please! I'm sorry! It won't happen again, I promise." Tears were running down Shawna's face now, make up smearing everywhere.
Diane shook her head and laughed again. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. You think that's all you're going to get? I don't think so."
With one hand still clutching Shawna's hair, she reached down and pulled hard on her lace bra. I took in a sharp breath as I heard the material rip away and left Shawna before us on her knees, ample breasts and large dark nipples exposed.
I felt a little tingle of excitement beneath my skirt, and I found myself strangely turned on by the scene unfolding before me. I had certainly never seen anything like this.
Diane moved to pull Shawna down to where she was lying on the floor, and then let go of her hair so that she could sit on top of her. I had never noticed how shapely Diane's thin legs were until I saw them there, holding down Shawna's arms with her knees.
"Maybe I should just strip you to nothing and leave you here for them all to gawk at," Diane said, leaning close to Shawna's face. I imagined that I could feel her warm breath against my face as she spoke.
"No, please!" Shawna struggled against her, and Diane's body bounced up and down on top of her as she fought.
Diane reached down and grabbed a hold of one of Shawna's breasts, squeezing hard, and Shawna let out a little cry and stopped. Diane didn't let go, just held it tightly as she leaned in to Shawna's face again. "Who's in charge?" she asked.
Shawna looked back at her, whimpering but not struggling. Diane reached the other hand behind her and grabbed hard between Shawna's legs.
"No, no, please!" Shawna cried. "You are! You are!"
Diane smiled and nodded, then stood up and straightened her skirt. We moved out of the way as she walked out, none of us breaking our stare at Shawna, lying there on the floor half naked and totally humiliated. A large welt was already forming on her left breast.
I couldn't turn away, I just stared at her lying there until she finally sat up and tried to cover herself. No one moved to help her. I turned and walked out the door, tingling all over with excitement as I made my way to my car.
As I pulled out of the parking lot I found myself not driving home, but steering the car toward Michael's house. He was never going to believe this.
I drove past Michael's apartment slowly, checking all the nearby parking spots for his little girlfriend's car. Allison's red convertible was nowhere to be seen, so I drove back around and parked near the next building over.
I flipped down my vanity mirror and applied a fresh layer of dark pink lipstick over my full lips. I fluffed my short hair, noticing how silky it looked, newly dyed a dark chestnut brown that complemented my deep blue eyes well. I smiled at myself in the mirror and then got out of my car, barely able to contain my excitement as I walked up to Michael's door.
He opened the door with a smile and I couldn't control myself when I saw him standing there. I leaned in and planted a hard, deep kiss on his lips, pushing them apart with my tongue and exploring his mouth ravenously.
When I pulled away and smiled at him, he looked more than a little shocked.
"Well, hello Angel!" he stammered.
"Can I come in?" I asked, batting my eyelashes a little. God, I wanted him.
"Oh! Of course," he said, stepping out of the doorway. I pretended not to notice as he poked his head outside and looked both ways, no doubt checking to be sure there hadn't been any witnessed to our kiss.
I walked inside and sat down on the couch, kicking off my heels and hiking up my skirt to reveal a little more leg.
Michael walked into the room and I patted the couch next to me so that he would come and sit down.
"You are never going to believe what I just saw," I said. My body tingled as I told him about the fight between Diane and Shawna. I could feel myself getting wet as I related each of the naughty details. It was all I could do not to touch myself as I finished the story, telling him about how the whole thing had left me strangely turned on.
"Wow, that is sexy!" Michael said. "So, you're thinking you might like to try a little domination of our own?"
I smiled and ran my hand along the inside of his leg. He pulled me over to sit on top of him and returned my deep kiss, holding me there tightly with one hand on the back of my head.
"What would you do if it had been you?" he asked me. He weaved his fingers through my hair and then jerked my head back by the hair as he moved to kiss me hard on the neck.
"Mmmmm, Michael!" I moaned as his other hand grabbed my full ass and pulled me hard against him.
I could feel him growing hard against me, my skirt riding up around my waist so that the bulge in his pants was rubbing against the exposed tender white skin of my upper thigh.
"What would you do?" he asked again.
"Who would I be fighting with?" I asked, but I knew exactly who it would be.
He read my thoughts as he uttered her name. "Allison," he said.
"Yeah, I would really show her a thing or two," I said. "I'd love to devastate that cute little bitch."
His other hand moved to find my ass and he lifted me as he stodd, whispering into my neck. "Let's go into the bedroom," he said.
He carried me through the doorway and threw me on top of the king size bed.
"I have just the thing," he said, I wiggled out of my skirt as he went into the bathroom.
When he came back out with four black bungee cords, I felt a little surge of electricity surge through my body.
"Take your shirt off," he said. I sat on my knees and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, then tossed it on the floor with my skirt.
"Lie down," he commanded.
