God how I hated those stuck up bitches! I'd only been working at the fashion magazine for a few weeks but it had already turned into a nightmare job, being the general office support man for a very exclusive high fashion magazine had sounded quite a good job, but those damn women had made it hell.
All the woman in the office upstairs were stunning, just unbelievably desirable, but the department heads were the absolute ideal woman of any man's dreams, except they all treated the admin and support staff like dirt under their oh so high stilettos. They swanned into their large, swanky offices in the late morning, making calls, seeing people and calling all the shots, the admin and support staff worked away downstairs in cramped grubby offices, only going upstairs to answer a help call or when summoned; every time I met one of these women if was damn awful - they were so superior and arrogant, treating me like I was nothing and yet they were so beautiful and desirable I wanted to crawl and grovel before them for their favour, the upstairs office was like a fantasy sexual dream world, they wore the most expensive clothes, the sound of their killer heels even drifted downstairs, making me thicken with lust and lose my concentration.
The queen bitch as I called her to myself was the Editor in Chief, Ms Boon I had been told to call her. A call from her was the worst, from the superior tone of her voice to the huge erection I always got when I was with her she was the most arrogant of them all. Yes she looked like sex on legs - the highest heels I had ever seen, sheer silk stockings, wonderful clothes, sharply cut business suits, shiny slick blouses, sexy skirts, long buffed nails, a hot hot mouth, always glistening with lipstick, long blonde hair I wanted to run my fingers through, she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen and I always struggled to hide my straining cock from her when I had to see her. But every word, expression, gesture shouted that she thought I was nothing, the lowest of the low, hardly worth speaking at. Oh the nights I thought about that queen bitch as I masturbated, cursing her as I came.
I hated the job but I needed the money, but as the weeks went by I began to loathe and despise those bitches upstairs more and more, and began to wish there was a way I could get back at them, to make them pay for treating me like nothing, for getting me so turned on that I had to wank off in the bathroom almost every time I had to go upstairs. I wanted them to be nothing, to crawl at my feet, for me to be the dominant one and to make them suffer, and now I thought I had found the way, I would be able to get what I wanted from them at last.
I knew that this was a tough business and to get to the head of this magazine Ms. Boon must have done some dirty deeds but now I had some really incriminating evidence against her, proof of fraud and bribery and details of many people's lives she had ruined as she fought her way to the top. This is what I was going to use to blackmail that bitch Ms. Boon and to force some payback from that arrogant woman, she wouldn't be able to shrug this off, she would be looking at arrest and almost certainly a jail sentence if this ever got out!.
I posted a copy of the papers anonymously to her, and said in the covering note that she had to be alone in the office the next night at eight o'clock to take a call, when I would discuss how she could buy back the original copies; I left her in no doubt that if we didn't come to an agreement the information would be sent to the fashion press, the police and her enemies, of which she had made many, it would ruin her. I knew what I wanted from her, although she didn't know it yet, she thought it would be money this blackmailer would be asking for, I knew different!
The next night I called her office number from a payphone. "How much do you want you little bastard," she snapped.
"Not so fast," I said, "This is very valuable information and it's going to cost you a great deal to get your hands on it."
"Just name your price and let's get this over with," she said, her voice curt.
"It's going to cost a lot more than you imagine, a great deal more, it's going to cost you something that is going to hurt you a lot, but will give me great pleasure I promise you", I gloated, knowing just how much this was going to hurt her!
"So what exactly do you want then?" Her voice still sounded domineering and superior but I thought I could detect a hint of unease, this wasn't quite what she had expected and I began to get very aroused.
"I want you," I stated.
"What? What do you mean, you want me?" There was confusion in her voice and I almost groaned with the excitement I was feeling!
"Just what I said, I want you, I want you to be my sex slave for a night, you can do all the things I've dreamt about making a bitch like you do, and when you're finished and I'm satisfied I will let you have the papers."
"Fuck off you little pervert," she snarled down the phone, but could I detect a hint of actual fear in her voice? I was getting hard as I could feel my plan coming together!
