(Ff, humil, etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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Rebecca stared at the paper Helen tossed in front of her and felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. It was what she had dreaded seeing for six months now.
It had started so innocently and easily enough. First there was the matter of her student loans and high credit card balance that she needed the money for. If all had gone according to plan, she was going to pay it all back with the money from her stock options.
Stock options that were now worthless.
She concentrated on her hands to will them to stop shaking. She slid the paper to the corner of her desk dismissively. Maybe she could bluff her way out of it with her employee.
"What the hell is this shit Helen? Can't you see that I'm busy," Rebecca said. She stole a glance at the dark-haired, stocky woman of forty, sitting smugly in the chair in front of her, praying that she would weaken and leave.
"I think you know very well what it is, Rebecca or do you think I should show it to someone else?" Helen said, grinning smugly.
Rebecca had been increasingly afraid of being caught lately. She only wished it had been someone else besides Helen. Helen the do-gooder, Helen the perfectionist, Helen the anal compulsive bitch who thought she was entitled to Rebecca's job just because she had been there longer, Helen who smugly grinned her superior grin as she watched the young blonde executive turn around and stick the evidence in the paper shredder.
"There's plenty more where that came from," Helen said.
Rebecca could feel herself freely sweating now. She should have been visited by corporate security by now, if Helen had told. That must mean . . .
"What do you want?" She noticed her voice shook. She took a drink of coffee, wishing it was vodka instead.
"Ah, now we are getting somewhere." Helen slid another piece of paper over to the young executive.
Rebecca read it, her eyes growing progressively wider.
"You can't be serious," she said, with tears welling in her eyes.
"You bet your ass I'm serious," Helen said. "I want power of attorney over you, the power to discipline as I see fit, and pretty much the power of everything else for a period no less than two weeks and no more than four. If at any time during the duration you try to cheat your way out, I'll turn over the documents to the police and see how you weasel your way out of that."
"Please," Rebecca begged, "I needed the money desperately. I was going to put it back - *I swear*."
"Bitch," Helen said, slamming her hand down on the desk and sending pencils and paper flying in all directions, "I was supposed to retire in three years, and because of you and all the other thieves in this company I can't. Now, I can't do a damned thing about Bernie Edders, but I can do something about you. So decide girl. It's either two weeks with good behavior with me, or ever how many hears they give you at the state pen with the murderers and drug addicts they have there. Mmm-hmmm, I bet they would love to get a delicate young girl like you."
Rebecca visibly gulped. She never really thought about the consequences of her actions. "I-I need to think about it."
Helen stood up and picked up the phone. "Sure honey, take your time." She dialed a number and waited. "Hello," she said, "How does someone go about reporting a theft of a large amount of money?" She grinned as she watched the young blonde in the power suit fumble with a pen and hurriedly scribbled her signature on the paper.
Helen smiled and told the voice on the phone, "No, you don't need to transfer me, I was just wondering. Thanks for your assistance." She placed the phone back down on the cradle, picked up the paper, and left the office.
She returned in a few minutes, walked imperiously over to her desk, and took out Rebecca's purse.
"Wait," Rebecca said. "That's mine."
Helen slapped the girl on the cheek. Not hard but just enough to stun her. "It's mine now. Power of attorney bitch." She found what she wanted, smiled as she took out the wallet.
She wrote a check for five hundred dollars out to cash, under comments she listed it as a performance penalty, but stopped at the signature.
"You have ten seconds to put your bra and panties on the desk."
Rebecca looked stunned. She blushed and felt the need to cover her chest with her hands. "Are you crazy?"
Helen counted to ten, signed the check, and placed it in her bra. She wrote out another one for the same amount.
"I've got all day, but I don't know how much more of this your bank account can stand," Helen said. "Of course there is always credit."
Rebecca looked wild eyed and panicked as Helen began to count. The old bitch was going to steal everything she owned.
Rebecca tried to reach under the tight skirt of her power suit, but it was too tight. "Shit," she panted, out of breath, as she struggled with the zipper in the back. She was running behind, so she pulled them all down at the same time- skirt, hose, and panties. She took off her jacket, pulled the blouse over her head, grabbed beneath the cups of her bra, and pulled it over her head as well.
Naked, Rebecca watched, stunned as Helen signed the check and placed it in her bra. "Wait," Rebecca said. "I made it in time."
"I said, on the desk." She wrote another check and started counting again. Rebecca barely had time to get her panties untangled from her hose and on the table along with her bra.
"A little slow to obey, but you'll learn," Helen said. "Or go broke."
Helen removed the bra and panties from the desk and picked up the discarded hose and jacket. She unceremoniously threw them all in the trash. "These are no-no's from now on for the next few weeks. The rest is okay though."
No-no's? Rebecca's heart raced at the implication. How would she be able to live and work dressed like that?
"You know, the first thing they do when you go to prison is a thorough search. I think you need to learn what one feels like, in case you want to go the police route. Could you imagine doing this in a real prison little girl, with big mean guards, and surrounded by other prisoners - felons . . . murderers?"
Helen smiled when she heard Rebecca gasp in fear. "Bend forward and grab the desk and spread your legs inmate number 8407, I have to search you for contraband."
"Please-" Rebecca begged.
Helen spanked Rebecca's ass, leaving a pink handprint. "Shut up, unless you want someone to get curious about what is going on in here."
That was the last thing Rebecca wanted. She grabbed the desk and spread her lean athletic legs as ordered.
"Wider, slut. I bet a piece of trash like you has spread them wider than that to get to your position."
Rebecca spread her legs wider. She wanted to explain that she hadn't slept her way into her job, she had earned it, but she didn't think Helen would listen.
Helen started at the blonde's painted toes and worked her way up her long legs, pretending to search the young executive. As the older woman's searching grew higher, Rebecca tried to push her hips inward to hide the growing effects of her body's betrayal.
Like a wolf, Helen smelled the girl's arousal long before she saw it. She could hear the poor girl sniffling in distress. "Stop crying like a baby, or I'll spank you like one." Then, before the Rebecca could respond, she inserted a finger into her wet sex all the way up to the knuckle.
"What's this shit bitch? Are you trying to bribe the warden with your wet cunt?"
Rebecca cringed in horror. Why was her body responding to the horrible old woman? "No, ma-am," she responded. Why did she say ma-am? She was the boss here.
"Then why are you wet? Are you a slut or some sort of lezbo?"
"No, ma'am. It's just that you are ah- touching me." Rebecca didn't know what was going on. She had never been more scared or humiliated in all her life, yet somehow her body was growing more and more aroused.
"Don't lie to me bitch. You were wet before I even touched you," Helen said. "Don't worry dearie, we'll find out all your little secrets soon enough." With that she inserted her wet finger in the young executive's virgin rear passage, causing her to grunt.
Helen twisted her hand so that she could probe every side of the tight tunnel. Then she withdrew it and moved up to Rebecca's back and hair. She used the opportunity to press her pelvis against the executive's ass.
"I bet you've been in this same position before. Probably right here in this office," Helen said. "Haven't you?"
"No, I haven't."
"It's yes ma-am and no ma-am. Is that clear little Becky?"
"Yes, ma-am."
"Good. Stand up and turn around."
Helen searched the front. "You're certainly not going to hide anything with these small breasts are you?"
Rebecca blushed a bright crimson. She had always been self-conscious of her breast size. Now she was even more so, standing naked in front of her fully dressed employee. "No ma-am."
"Say ahhhh."
The next part was excruciating. Rebecca could taste and smell herself on Helen's fingers, that had been previously in both her front and rear passages.
Helen finished and patted Rebecca on the head condescendingly. "That's a good girl. You can get dressed now."
Rebecca dressed in a hurry. She was more than happy to cover her nakedness and obvious signs of arousal. Unfortunately, without a bra, her thin satin blouse did little to hide the hard nubs of her nipples.
"Okay Becky," Helen said. "I expect to see you out there managing for the rest of the day. Your office is off limits for now."
Poor Rebecca was lost for the rest of the day. She was already out of place because she wasn't the sort of manager to spend time with the troops. She was the kind who spent her time in the office and her subordinates came to see her much like peasants requested help from the kind. She really didn't know what she was supposed to say or do. Worse, she was braless and her hard nipples attracted everyone's attention. The attention made her feel, naked, vulnerable, and dirty and no longer in charge.
Somehow, she finally made it through the day. She felt frazzled and sweaty, and she even had to get permission from Helen to go to her office. Once there, she cried in relief. It was over.
Her respite was short-lived, however. Helen entered without knocking. "Come on Becky, grab your purse, we have to go."
Rebecca grabbed her purse and went to the trash to get her discarded bra, panties and hose. Helen stopped her.
"No, Becky," Helen said. "Leave them there. Those are no-no's."
"But the cleaning crew . . ."
