My loyal reader. I am not abandoning 'The Poker Game' story. I was inspired to create this side story created from the same world. If this is the first story of mine you are reading, it would be a good idea to read my other story to better understand Stephanie, Ben, and their relationship. Should you read this first, because it is awesome... swears, the timelines are interchangeable. 'The Poker Game' will explain the backstory, but this story should still work on its own.
If you have read 'The Poker Game', you may find this one is a bit darker. The characters outright take advantage of someone. That person is not choosing to be in the position they are in. I get how wrong that it in real life. Stephanie's inner slut would tell you she deserves it and the ends justify the means so suck it up and read it or don't read it. I, however, believe we should present the idea a little more delicate.
The object of Stephanie's ire here is Tina. She is based off a person I consider a close friend in my personal life. Names were changed to protect me from getting fired. We work together, she is more of a sister to me than even a coworker. I do not hate her or have her in my spank-bank of fantasies. She has amazing breasts and knows it. The reality is, she broke my trust getting myself and another very close friend/coworker in a lot of trouble when she shared private information with the wrong person. I have spent a year trying to forgive her. I try to push it down and get over it. The trust is gone, and her sweet and godly ways have proven time and again to be nothing but a façade. Lessons are learned, the truth is out there, grain of salt, water is still wet, sky is still blue, life goes on. Our relationship is currently nothing more than polite members of the same team.
I wrote this as some therapy in trying to get myself past the hurt I felt when my trust was broken. It is wrong in all ways known to humanity to take advantage of another this way, I know that. I do not want to hurt or abuse her in real life. There is no physical violence here, just manipulation. I cannot even go far as to say it is a fantasy, other than that it is fantasy. When a jackass cuts you off on the road, you may internally wish that the jackass gets into an accident. If you thought logically, you would realize never really want wish harm as much as just wish they would be taught a lesson. But man, you know you would love to watch it bite them in the ass... This is that...
It is strangely therapeutic for me to give her to Stephanie for training. Trust me, don't fuck with Stephanie.
And with that I give you, Pet's Pets...
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"Wait... she did what?" Stephanie is stunned by what she just learned.
"Whatever you said to Tina... she took straight to Michael and told him." Ben is obviously bothered to be in this position, and obviously bothered the information he shared with his trusted cohort has now come full circle to the one person it should have never been shared with. The results were devastating. Michael went straight to Ben and asked if he was being let go, because he had heard the rumors. It was never going to save his job, that part was done. They could have done without the embarrassment. This was not how they planned to start the day.
Stephanie and Tina have been working friends for years. Stephanie has always kept Tina in the dark about her most secrets because everyone knows that Tina is a chatty little talks-a-lot who cannot possibly keep her big fucking mouth closed. She has been known to complain about Michael too, so their issues were shared on this topic commonly. They were in the break room refilling their morning coffee when Michael walked thru, late as usual. His back was to the two girls standing at the sink cleaning his mug. Like all women, both are highly versed in language of silent communication.
First, Tina rolled her eyes. Stephanie responded with shocked eyes and a head shake, no. Tina tilted her head to the side, rolled her eyes back as she stuck out his tongue, simulating being hung. Stephanie looked up in the air as if, 'I am not saying...'. The entire communication taking about 6 seconds, the story was communicated without saying a single word.
Stephanie learned that day that even closer work friends will happily turn on you when the story is juicy enough. Her heart broke instantly the second she realized the damage her mistake had caused. She made Big Daddy look bad. Regardless to their personal agreement, that is something she can get fired for.
"I am so, so, sorry, Big Daddy. I cannot tell you what I will do to fix this, but I promise you.... I will fix this. I cannot believe that chatty bitch said something to him, but I know it was wrong for me to say anything at all. I will make that up to you on my own, I promise. But trust me, that mouthy bitch will pay."
Michael was not released that day as originally planned. There were a day and a half of emergency meetings before it happened. Tina's efforts did not save him as much as delay the fall of the guillotine. On the Friday of that same week, Stephanie saw an opportunity for an opening on her boss's schedule, so she knocked on his open door gently. "Sir, do you have a second?"
"Of course, Stephanie, come on in. What's up?" He continued to finish typing his thought as she closed and locked his office door before sitting and waiting patiently for his focus.
"So, the Tina situation." After a pause that seemed like forever.
He looks over waiting for the second half of the whatever-the-fuck she is interrupting him for. "What is the Tina situation?" Turning back to his monitor, he continues to type.
"Sir, I think I found a way to get her back." She sits to the edge of the chair opposing his desk, legs crossed at the ankles underneath.
Still typing. "Look. I get she crossed the line, and I am pissed about it too, but we cannot overreact. I love your looking to defend us, but revenge? It is not exactly our thing. We cannot really get her back." He was multitasking fully now. He was having a conversation, but he was also typing. She pondered how he was able to do the two things at the same time.
"Ok, then let me say it differently. I think I found out a way to get her back without repercussions." Ok, so she has his attention again, so he stops what he is doing and looks over. She has a devilish grin on her face.
He has known her long enough now to know when she has an idea. He also knows her long enough to know she is smart enough to be humored at least. "Ok, wow me with your idea."
"I can hypnotize her." Stephanie is glowing with her excitement.
"Wait, what did you just say?" Stephanie has shocked Ben more times than he would like to admit. And now, Ben could only be shocked by the idea of how many times she has shocked him. "Wait... Is that something you know how to do?"
"Ok, so in college, I was a much different person." She raises her eyebrows mischievously. Ben makes a mental note to later learn specifically what that means. "My roommate and I would hypnotize friends. We would make them blow a banana or do a striptease or speak like characters in movies... Anyway, yes, I can, and I am good at it too. I have not done it in years, but we would do it at parties and stuff and make boys act like girls, or make the pledges do all kinds of fucked up shit. Yes, I can, and I can make her do whatever we want... literally." To describe her as gleaming with excitement would be unfair to female teen Beatles fans in 1964.
"Ok, so then what? You have a hypnotized Tina. You make her admit she did what everyone knows she did already? Not worth it. Why bother? We can embarrass her by making her kiss a girl? Maybe if we can get her to show her big tits? Ok, I am in..." Now he was laughing.
"No, but the tits are in play. Believe me, I am thinking much more devious." She stands up and slowly kittens around the desk to lean against the front of it. "I want to hypnotize her to make her my pet when we go to the club this Saturday. We can have her tongue my ass in front of everyone." Raising her left leg to the right side of his chair, showing off her bare pussy under her skirt. She drags her finger through the moist fold. "Maybe even just give her out for free-use." Spreading wider, she works her nub. "I can make her think she wants to explore her pervy side and it would seem like it's her idea... I am telling you, Big Daddy.... I can do this... I want to own her, make her my bitch."
"Interesting proposal. You make a compelling argument." Ben pushes his chair back from the desk. He looks down to his crotch in shock implying how there should be a head there bobbing in sloppy effort to convince him of her cause. She immediately remedies the oversight and drops to her knees between his. Her hands on his belt working to free the growing cock beneath.
He shifts enough in his chair to allow her access to provide her service. His mind is off in the distance pondering how feasible the concept is, and how to best make it work. Feeling the warm, wet sensation engulf his length, vigorously sucking in effort to bring him to full strength. "Ooh, very nice... Uhm, mmmm. That is nice. Why do not we take our time here. Just a nice 'Slow and Steady' while I think this one through." Ben leans back in his chair looking out into the distance. Then he reaches in his desk to grab the pre-rolled joint and lighter. "The door is locked, and I have no other meetings today, is that correct?"
Stephanie moans an approval and makes no effort to change tempo. She has sucked him dry in the office hundreds of times and knew they had absolute privacy and would not be interrupted. Friday afternoons were lightly staffed, and they were often in private meetings. Once the door was locked, they were a sovereign state of lust, master, and servant. She took her direction and savored his cock.
Not often enough, Big Daddy looked down at her with admiration. She really was gifted in every way and most in this way. She was simply beautiful and enjoyed performing for him. Each performance was treated with pride, given into the moment for another with her entire being. And after a long hard week, it was time to smell the roses and be appreciated while he toked his joint. "Ok, like with our agreement, rules would be needed."
