Summary of Pixie Story No. 3:
On a cold November Saturday Pixie reveals to her best friend Mandy, all the goings on after hours at the offices of Regent Graphics. Mandy is deeply concerned about Pixie and tries to convince her that what she keeps referring to as 'a harmless game' is anything but. Pixie's tells her of the night before and the curious gift Suzie had bought for her: a dog collar and lead. Suzie tortures Neil with her heels and invents a new game for Pixie: Mistress and Puppy. Suzie fights with her emotions and the constant pull of attraction and aversion to Pixie continues. She makes her strip naked and puts the dog collar on her and humiliatingly denies her speech and only allows her to walk on all fours. But things take an unexpected turn when she makes Pixie blow Neil and finds herself overwhelmed. In a fit of crazed abandon she takes Pixie's place, which culminates in Neil fucking Suzie over his desk. Pixie, feeling rejected quietly retreats from the scene and gets dressed in reception. In a rare moment of contemplation Pixie questions herself but ultimately, decides that it's still just a harmless game. Mandy can't tolerate hearing anymore and abandons Pixie at the bar. She stops momentarily to tell her that "Even Barbie has to grow up sometime." Then walks out into the rain.
The Story Continues...
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Pixie's weekend had been wretched. She'd worked the Saturday shift till 1pm then dashed home and got changed and met her best friend Mandy for drinks down by The Embankment. Their night out had ended prematurely when Mandy had, seemingly in disgust, walked off to the Underground Station, only stopping briefly to tell her that 'Barbie has to grow up'. There had been nothing cryptic in that and she'd understood what she said even if she didn't understand what it meant. Then, spying her alone, two sweaty drunk office 'Charlie's' had tried to chat her up by telling her she looked like a stripper A delayed journey home on a crowded train smelling of greasy food had followed and then on arriving at her flat three episodes of Girls on Blu-Ray (in her pyjamas) before a fractured sleep and a 3am crying session. Her Sunday had been uneventful except for a few missed calls, on her part, as she tried to ring Mandy and apologise.
Pixie was at reception, to her mind a model of professionalism, greeting everyone with a smile and answering the phone promptly and with just the right balance of cordiality and distance. But behind her perfect porcelain face doubt and sadness ghosted.
Suzie had barely registered her greeting but when Neil followed closely behind he ignored her completely, two steaming cups of tea from Starbucks in his hand. He entered his office and Suzie strode in after him defiantly.
Loneliness found Pixie and even in a brief respite as she made herself a quick chai-tea in the kitchen after lunch Paul the office bore had given her a wide berth.
Telephone calls and emails, parcels signed for and collected. Monday met Thursday like identical twins.
Come Friday Pixie was tingling with anticipation. All week she had felt that everyone had been avoiding her. Suzie didn't talk to her, no hushed gossip in her ear, no polite nods, no nothing. Neil never made eye contact with her and made a habit of checking his phone as the lift doors opened, only completing his texts as he unlocked his office door. Even Pixie had noticed the one obvious change this week had brought: The closeness of Neil and Suzie. They followed on each other's heels at lunch, Suzie had even been late back from lunch once (a startling phenomenon without precedent) and Neil had been even later. Without Suzie to run the gossip each employee of Regent Graphics had his or her own opinion about what was going on. For Pixie it simply added to the confusion.
She watched the clock and wandered what Friday, after hours, this time would bring. So separate from everything and alone, she actually looked forward to it. Even if Suzie was mean to her again, even if Suzie demanded she do something she would normally avoid she would do it. She just wanted some warmth of human kindness, some contact, someone to look at her with something other than disdain, contempt, disinterest or mockery.
If Pixie felt a coldness for Suzie it was the opposite. She felt full of proud fire, as if her every step made the ground sizzle like a stoked coal. Her feelings towards Pixie had resolved themselves, like smoke rings they had risen and dissipated in the air. The disdain and revulsion she felt for Pixie was now clear and firmly formed. That sneaky, confusing 'thread of perversity' (as she called it) that had snaked through her mind, destabilising long settled aspects of herself was truly vanquished. All she had needed was to be fucked, but not by just anyone, it had had to be violent and nasty and raw. Neil at that point had been uncertain whether he wanted to fuck her brains out or beat them out. It had been a purifying experience for them both, Suzie felt more confident that she had in years. The quiet voices now silenced, her sexuality on show with every step. A vicious snapping black panther in heels, that's what Neil called her and she agreed, the description fitted her perfectly.
Neil felt like he had escaped his fate. How could Suzie blackmail him now when she was so clearly besotted with him? In the space of a short week she had gone from enemy number one to something akin to a mistress. They had fucked twice since Friday, once in the office on Tuesday night and had gone to a hotel at lunch. Suzie had been so rampant and aroused that she tore strips off him. She dug her nails deep into his back and left trace marks of blood on the bed sheet. He had had to hurry for plasters before returning to the office. His shirt had to be disposed of on the way home, sticky and spotted with dark brown smears. Lucky he always had a spare shirt to hand. He felt all the stress die within him, each time he fucked her the world seemed sunnier, the bird song sweeter, food had taste again and he could sleep. His world had not returned to normal but it had become tolerable and even pleasant. Suzie was more than any office fuck or suck had even been, it had some fucked up meaning. Not that he'd worked it out just yet. He had almost come to like her as much as he admired her. He looked through the blinds at Pixie. Her back was facing him and she was reading a fashion magazine, the phone rang and she gave a little startled jump. 'God, what was I thinking?' He thought to himself. He looked at Suzie, her face fixed with a cold determination, completely immersed in her work. That stern face, those fixed eyes, those thrusting fingers. His cock unfurled.
Friday, 5pm. The usual parade of flesh and scarves passed by and as usual Neil made his customary small-talk goodbyes to his staff. There was a little more stiffness in them today, the nods of acknowledgement more abrupt, the eyes cooler. Even Paul seemed different, where was his usual grey pleasantry?
Suzie as was her custom didn't acknowledge the time like the others. She saw it as a sign of sheer unprofessionalism to be so eager to leave the minute you were able to. If something had to be done she left when it was done, not before. Though so efficient was she that it was never more than a few minutes past five when she finally logged out of her computer.
Pixie came out of the loo. She'd touched up her make up and let her hair down. She smiled as she passed Suzie and returned to reception to wait to be summoned.
Neil came out of his office and as he did Suzie finished what she was doing, leaned back and exhaled. Neil smiled and she got up, slipped her jacket off and onto her chair and entered his office.
Pixie waited but no one called. After five minutes she nervously got up and put her head round the door.
Suzie was sat on the arm of Neil's chair, wanking him off as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Neil was luxuriating in his seat with the sparkling pleasure of Suzie's cold fingers pulling at the hardening flesh of his cock. Each little pressure of her fingertips making his cock wet with expectation.
"Oh you." said Suzie glancing up, not missing a beat. 'Wait outside till I call you in. It may be a while but do as you're told and don't move an inch."
"Let her go home, I don't want her here." Neil's said lazily.
"Well I want her here, so she's staying."
"You're the boss..." he slipped further into his chair as Suzie speeded up slightly.
"Wait at your desk. Carry on reading whatever celebrity trash you were pouring over earlier."
"It's Vogue." Said Pixie, a tiny spark of sarcasm on her tongue.
"Don't care. Out, out, till I call you, and close the door."
"Ooh, that's it." Neil's voice cooed as Suzie's steely glare followed Pixie out of sight while her hand beat him with increasing ferocity.
Pixie waited at her desk for a full hour. She'd gotten through the rest of Vogue by twenty to and was now just staring unblinkingly through the adverts.
