This is a follow-up to 'Maid's Revenge', following the progression of Laura, Michelle and Miranda.
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"They're ready for you now Laura."
Stacey offered a supportive smile to Laura as she was shown into the boardroom. The portrait of their absentee Company president, Mrs Carruthers stared dispassionately down. She had inherited the company on her husband's death but in truth had no involvement with its affairs. That was the only hint of a female presence in the room. Around that all-powerful table sat the five members of the board. Five men.
Upon entering Laura was met with five leering pairs of eyes, shamelessly mentally undressing her. Just as they did to all the female staff. The board members of 'Osiris Investments' liked to style themselves on Mad Men or Entourage; confident that they were above reproach, they therefore treated the women to occasional groping, belittling and verbal harassment. Unless you had a cock, you weren't getting promoted.
"You're looking particularly frisky today Laura, care to stand over there and give us a show?" With that, Robin gave his subordinate a wink and a wolfish grin.
Laura chose to let slide the Chairman's remark, she had waited months for an opportunity to give her pitch. Moving towards the computer she bent over and uploaded her presentation. She only realised she had offered a perfect view of her cleavage when she heard them sniggering. Straightening and psyching herself up, she gave the board a fake but beguiling smile and began her pitch. Even while she was talking, she grew disheartened. They looked entirely bored, completely switched off. Tom was even playing around on his phone. As she reached her conclusion she was met with silence.
"Niche investment packages tailored for female clients?" Robin snorted in derision.
Trying to summon a smile, Laura replied "Yes, it's something our competitors have been introducing, but not to its full potential, we will be -"
"Save it missy, leave the blue skies thinking to us alright?" With another wink, Robin gestured to the door. As she made to leave, he threw his hand hard at her ass, an audible CRACK had the men guffawing in laughter at this hilarious putdown.
"And that's why we don't let women in the boardroom!"
Half running the final steps out of the room, Laura stifled a want to cry as the laughter stripped her of all dignity.
*
That evening she was consoled by her work colleagues. Miranda, the Spanish beauty that looked up to Laura as her mentor. Michelle, who had started way back with Laura. Her long blonde hair and schoolgirl looks were always a target for the men's entirely unoriginal dumb blonde jokes. And Stacey, whose DD breasts and smooth ebony skin were the constant recipient of unwanted male attention. They drank through the bottles of wine as they lamented the way the men were running the company into the ground. Lament turned to anger. Fierce anger and hatred. Emboldened by the wine, all their suffering and dismay at was happening came to boil. That night a pact was made, if the men wanted a gender war, they were going to get one. It was time for the men of the office to get screwed over.
*
"Why did we agree to this!?"
Robin shifted nervously next to Tom and the rest of the board. The small waiting room they had been ushered into earlier had been locked from the outside, but they could hear the party in the next room. Like gladiators locked away awaiting their fate in the arena, they could do nothing but listen to the progression, or rather decent, into raucousness on the other side of the wall. Dance music was pounding and their female colleagues were clearly enjoying themselves. Enjoying themselves a lot. In the largest room of the office, Laura and her friends danced together, unencumbered by any domineering male presence. When the few male subordinates of the company had got wind of what was about to happen to their male superiors, most had sensibly skulked away from the party. Only the gay guys had stayed on to witness the main event.
Stacey hugged Laura tightly, the feeling of those large breasts pressed against her chest was not lost on Laura, and she gave her friend a long, tender kiss on the lips. There was a tantalising sense of anticipation in the air. It was electric, girls gathered closely and whispered in each other's ears; hushed, amazed tones on what was about to happen. And all had fixed smiles of delight. The two dozen female staff that had been invited to this 'charity' event could not quite believe what had been promised. They could not believe their imperious bosses were about to go through with this.
"It was that black bitch that has done this. This is not at all how she described it would be." Robin spat out the words in anger but betraying his fear to the other men. Pouring a large vodka (the only 'refreshments' that had been provided for the board in the small room) he drained the glass and poured another. "Come on lads, dutch courage and all that."
One by one, the bottles were emptied, and not one of them noticed the odd taste.
They sulked with bitterness on how the sluts had duped them into this. When Stacey had made this proposal to them, with her tits practically spilling out of her blouse and visible suspender lines through her tight little skirt, they had loved the idea of it. All that female attention, all those nubile secretaries telling them how fit they were, worshipping them, paying money hand over fist to get their hands on the lads. They had argued over who would get the highest bid, debated over the hottest bitch to be bought by. But this was different, the women were clearly not fawning over them, they were in complete control.
Next door, Laura sensed it was time for the unveiling. Mounting the makeshift stage they had assembled from office desks, she lapped up the applause and cheers of her female co-workers. They were frenzied, like a gaggle of hyena's waiting to pounce and kill the prey. There would be no mercy.
"Ladies and ladies!"
The got a ripple of laughs as a few scornful looks were given to the three gay guys still hanging around at the back, the only impediment to making this an all-female affair.
"When our illustrious board gave me the task of organising a charity event to help the company's public image, their vague instructions on what the cause should be was 'animals or summat'! Well I think I've chosen a cause more close to our hearts - "FEM NOW". Some of you may know it, the fastest growing female empowerment programme in the country today and all tonight's proceeds will be going into their struggle against misogyny."
This female room erupting into cheering once more. FEM NOW was often in the papers for its aggressive legal pursuits of male-dominated companies. Their latest success had been against a well-established law firm, forcing them to accept over 50% of women into senior positions and mandatory sexual discrimination workshops for all male employees.
"So I think you've all waited long enough...without any further ado, let's get this SLAVE AUCTION started!!"
In the room next door the men went silent. Some actually began to tremble as they listened to the hum of vicious chanting of the women next-door:
"SLAVES! SLAVES! SLAVES! SLAVES!"
*
The turn of the lock snapped the boys back to here and now. Miranda came in with such a smirk on her face that for the first time in his life, Tom felt truly afraid of a woman. As her heels clicked on the floor towards him, he sub-consciously dropped his hands to shield his crotch. Without a word she grabbed him by the tie and led him out into the lion's den.
The wall of noise hit him like a sledgehammer, a deafening mix of chanting and jeering. As he was led up to the stage he looked on in horror. His secretary was there, chanting SLAVE! SLAVE! SLAVE! at him, he could feel the hatred in her eyes. Laura commanded the baying crowd to settle down as she took Tom painfully by the ear and brought him forward.
"Well ladies, here we have lot 1! He usually insists on being called SIR by subordinates. But tonight we are in charge aren't we girls!? Tonight his name is SLAVE."
The chanting erupted again on cue.
