My time reading stories here on Lit has given me a keen insight into my own personality. I have found out where my interests lie. For a long time I couldn't understand, because of my sexual proclivities, why I like the Loving Wives Category. Until I realised that I get turned on by consensual humiliation and degradation not mine mind you, but of others. Non-consensual anything leaves me cold and angry, so I understand the willing cuckold mindset and also enjoy reading those tales of revenge for infidelity, but as many of you would have seen by my first submission, cold calculated deceit must be punished, if at all possible by humiliation. I hope you all enjoy this tale of discovery. I have many more in the pipeline!
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Tiffany sat back in her plush office chair and flicked through the folder she was holding. It just didn't make sense; all the information was there, but it led nowhere. The paper trail, as they say, hadn't just vanished, it appears that it was never there in the first place. Leaning forward she pressed the intercom on her phone, "Yes Ms Carmichael?"
"Can you send Vivian in please Sabrina?"
"I'll send her in right away Ms Carmichael!"
"Thank you Sabrina." Tiffany heard a giggle as she disconnected.
Tiffany sat back again and pondered her next move; with the security audit only days away, this latest development had her feeling very uneasy. There was a knock at the door, before it opened and an attractive woman in her early thirties entered. She was wearing a very short navy blue mini skirt, a thin pale blue blouse with no bra, black stay-up stockings and five inch heels.
Vivian, her long blonde locks falling in loose curls down around her face, entered and stood obsequiously bowed head in front of Tiffany's desk for a moment, then without saying a word she started to unbuttoning her blouse, pulling the lapels aside to reveal a nice firm pair of C cup breasts, her newly pierced nipples were standing proud and hard, if a little swollen.
Tiffany noticed, "So Sabrina came through on her threat and got your nipples pierced?"
Vivian just nodded, still gazing at the floor, making the ridiculously tacky hoop earrings wiggle either side of her head. She coaxed her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist, revealing no panties and a bare shaved pussy. Her face flushed a bright crimson as she went through her routine that hadn't change much in almost three months. Her embarrassment doubled by the glistening sheer of moisture slipping down her inner thighs.
Her face felt as hot as a blast furnace as she dropped to her knees. Crawling in under Tiffany's desk, she watched as her boss spread her legs. Tiffany's clean shaven pussy was also without panties, giving immediate access to her nether lips. Vivian shuddered and closed her eyes; the sexual excitement she felt was the only thing that prevented her from throwing up in revulsion. She hated and loathed every humiliating second of her servitude, at the same time revelling in the sexual haze that same humiliation offered. She more than understood that she was here of her own doing.
What confused and perplexed her was why this demeaning ritual gave her cause to be turned on, so horny that her pussy constantly leaked? Now to be under the desk she used to work at and being used in such a fashion almost made her cum without even touching herself. Taking a deep breath she kissed the pussy lips in front of her and got down to the business that she had been called in for.
As Tiffany felt the first brush of Vivian's talented tongue on her inflamed pussy lips, she thought back to the events that had brought them to this point in time.
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A knock on the door caught Vivian's attention, "Come in!"
Tiffany opened the door to her boss's office and entered, with a folder in her nervous right hand. Vivian looked up momentarily then went back to the report that had her interest before Tiffany's entry into her office. After a short while she enquired, "Yes Tiffany, what do you want?"
Tiffany was a little worried with what she had to say, and not quite sure how it would be accepted, "Ummm, I've finished going through the accounts as you asked last night. I spent almost four hours reorganising and refiling them as you requested Ma'am!"
Tiffany was ten years Vivian's junior, pretty, verging on gorgeous and that gave her , her pick of men. The silky auburn hair cascading down past her shoulders added to her allure. Her intelligence and insightfulness allowed her to finish college at the head of her class in business studies. This pointless task had annoyed her as being an economic and managerial waste of her talents.
Vivian frowned, "So? What do you want; a medal? Just do your damn job properly the next time and stop fraternising with the guys in the mail room, or you wouldn't be in the position of having to do unnecessary and unpaid overtime!" Vivian was hard on her employees, never giving an inch and demanding more and more. The staff nicknamed her the Bitch Boss or BB for good reason.
Tiffany suddenly broke, "I'm beginning to wonder why you hired me Ms Donohue? You, Ms Donohue, would have to be apart from doltish; the nastiest, and the most unappreciative boss I have ever had the misfortune of working for in my entire life!"
"Compliments will get you nowhere Tiffany! That statement wouldn't be hard to beat, since you most certainly haven't put an honest damned day's work in here since I bloody well hired you!"
Tiffany stiffened, her dander had risen past all thought of keeping her job, all the angst she'd felt since coming to work for Dynamics came flooding out and she pulled her shoulders back with a defiant stance, "That's not true and you know fucking well know it, you ungrateful bitch!" Tiffany took a deep breath to calm herself, "I don't think you're a very nice person Vivian! You know what I think? Something or someone has put a giant burr up your arse and you're taking it out on everyone else!"
"My name is Ms Donohue to you little missy, and what you think doesn't even register on my care meter. Care factor zero! And if I get anymore grief out of you, you'll be looking for work elsewhere. Now get out of my office, and go do what I pay you for."
Tiffany had had enough, "Clare was right, you need someone to bring you down a peg or two."
"What Clare or any other of those cackling hens out there think is of no interest to me. If Clare has an issue with how I run this business, let her bring her dyke arse in here and we'll sort her out too."
Tiffany ground her teeth, "I think that's the most sexist remark I have ever heard! Just because you're a damn homophobe, doesn't give you the right to insult Clare like that. She's a damn hard worker, kind and caring person and her sexual interests shouldn't be brought into question."
Vivian leaned back in her chair and shot Tiffany an icy stare, "What the hell has got into you that you've suddenly decide to grow a fucking backbone?"
Tiffany threw the folder onto Vivian's desk, "You might want to take a quick gander at that! As I said, I spent almost four hours here after work. Three of those unpaid hours were taken up trying to work out where every bit of that inventory has gone."
Vivian opened the folder and flicked through to reports "You'll notice they all have your signature on them. But there's nothing in billing or consignment that corresponds with those invoices. I think you'll agree that it looks awfully suspiciously like fraud, embezzlement and if I'm not mistaken with the sensitivity of the merchandise and clientele we trade with, it may also be a case of treason?"
