I ran my finger down Marissa's back slowly. I started right at the base of her head, where the buckle for the O-ring gag was tightened. I slowly teased it down her naked body, following her spine, stopping at the top of her buttcrack. She started to struggle more, making these little umph noises. It was all the noise she was able to get out, as I had stuffed her thong panties into her mouth with the O-ring gag, and secured it with a piece of duct tape.
I placed one hand on each asscheek and eased them apart. Glistening with lube, the silver buttplug was lodged firmly in her anus, which stretched pink and twitching around the base. I leaned forward, my body pressing against her back. I whispered in her ear 'Ah, you're awake! Now we can have some fun."
***
Marissa was easy on the eyes. No, I'm not gonna kid myself. Marissa was smoking hot.
It's probably the reason I hired her, and one year into her employment it was definitely why I kept her around.
When I first met her for an interview, I was struck by just how hot she was. Dark brown hair with auburn highlights, flawless ivory skin, big blue eyes, perfect white teeth. At 100 pounds and 5 foot 4, 18 year old Marissa was a total smoke show. The fact that her daily wear consisted of skin tight leggings, a tank top covering c-cup tits, a loose nit shawl-sweater, and thong underwear (straps just barely visible over her pants) certainly didn't hurt her appeal around the office.
What can I say? I was only 28, single, and newly promoted to the General Manager position of a small, new division of the company. I was given complete leeway with hiring and firing. Given the customer facing nature of the division, and relative ease of the work involved, I decided that youthful, energetic college kids and recent high school grads would be perfect. Training was quick and easy, the pay for them was decent with ample opportunity to make large commissions.
For the first year, Marissa was an overall
good
employee. Not great, not stellar, not a Rockstar, but good. Middle of the pack of the small sales team. I suspected however, given that most of her sales went to men, her looks were having the same effect on them as they were having on me. She was a regular in my masturbation fantasies. I came close to asking her out more than once, but decided each time that my job was more important than some fling, no matter how fucking hot she was.
Either way, she was not performing poorly and her professional attitude was on target, even if it was flirty. Showing up on time, volunteering to stay late when other employees called in sick, offering to run errands for the office when she didn't have to. It was that go get 'em attitude (and her looks of course) that made me ignore her middling performance.
So when Marissa told me that she was planning on going to college and asked if she could stay on part time, I of course sat down with her and worked out a schedule that would ensure I had enough coverage on the sales floor at all times but would also give her a shot at getting some decent sales.
Unfortunately, it was this compromise that ended Marissa's employment with my division. She started showing up late, just a few minutes to start, then longer and longer until it would be quarter or twenty minutes past the hour and I would see her car roll into the lot. At first I wrote it off as an adjustment period, but when I started keeping track of late arrivals and compared it to her school schedule, and peeking at her Instagram, I realized that her lateness was due to the fact that she had fallen into the college party lifestyle.
Don't get me wrong. I went to university as well, and I partied my ass off there too. But I never let it interfere with my studies or any part time jobs I had.
The last straw was on a cold February morning. Marissa had been late twice already that week and 3 times the week before that. I called her into my office when she strolled in (20 minutes past her shift start), and gave her a straight up dressing down.
However I thought it was going to go, it didn't go that way. Not at all. She interrupted me the second I told her that we needed to talk about her tardiness. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and she ranted about how I was a slave driver and how school was more important and how she hated working for me. I was taken aback. Marissa had never spoken to me like that before. The position she was in had a lot of down time that I did not regulate. I didn't have a dress code and I generally looked the other way about a lot of stuff, trying to be the cool young boss who was well-liked by his employees.
Long story short, after a total blowup in my office that was heard by the entire sales team and a customer because I neglected to close the door, Marissa told me to piss off and that she quit, leaving me high and dry for the rest of the week. Besides being humiliated and mortified that an employee could act that way in front of customers, her quitting with no notice meant that in addition to my standard 55 hour work week at GM of the division, I had to stay late and cover weekends until I could get a new person hired and trained.
Needless to say, those two weeks were quite irritating. In fact, once they were over, I was still furious at her. But my rage had turned from hot and unthinking to cold and calculating. I got back into the gym to try and work off some of the stress that had built up over the past fortnight. It was there that I worked out my plan to visit some sweet sweet revenge on Marissa.
***
It had taken almost two months to get her new schedule down and figure out when she would be alone and the most vulnerable, but after two 75+ hour weeks, discreetly following Marissa around was a vacation by comparison.
I decided that the best opportunity would be late on a Saturday night. Marissa liked to frequent one of several clubs and bars in the downtown core of our city. Besides the usual office buildings and shops in the immediate vicinity, the area has the lake to the south, residential houses to the north, industrial development to the east, and motel row to the west. Despite the name, motel row wasn't just motels. It had traditional hotels as well as several small individual cottages for rent.
I had a cottage booked for the entire weekend. It was the last one, right at the end with no immediate neighbors. I was dressed in black pants and shirt, with black cotton gloves and a black ski mask. I was driving a dark rental car just for this outing. I had a taser in my pocket
I looked down at the clock, 12:30 a.m., perfect. I looked up just in time to see her exit the dance club. She was dressed in her usual club gear (thank God for Instagram and 18 year old stupidity), trashy low cut shirt, lots of makeup, hooker boots and her black leggings. She waved goodbye to her friends and started walking in the opposite direction, towards her apartment while her friends headed towards a restaurant. She was walking unevenly, clearly she had had one drink too many and the tall black leather boots with the 3 inch heel weren't doing her any favours on the uneven sidewalk. Excellent.
