(A/N: So I know this is the Nonconsent section but I've grown wiser since my last dabble in this world and now I know to just err on the side of caution. If the idea of brainwashing kidnapped women through humiliation and fear conditioning into being sex slaves aka "dogs" sounds too fucked up for you then this isn't your story. And that's cool. I have other stuff.
That said, for the people still with me, this is written as a stand-alone story, but it is something of a sequel to my story "Learn Your Place" as well, for those who are curious. Reading it isn't necessary though.)
Nikki's blue eyes darted quickly across the screen as she typed. Her entire focus was on the letters that appeared as her expertly manicured fingers sped up and down the keyboard, filling the office with the sound of rhythmic click-clacking. Her long, brown hair only moved subtly with the turns of her head when she would look to the report at her side. Her tongue would unconsciously wet her full, almost pouty lips. She only added enough pigment to draw attention to them, always at the ready.
Despite being in her own little world as she typed, anyone who laid eyes on her would have been unable to look away. Calling her a beautiful woman didn't do it justice. Her slightly round face and cute nose gave her a sweet appearance, but as soon as your eyes went lower, cute and sweet weren't the words that would cross your mind.
Quite a few side glances tended to rest on Nikki's impressive bust, which always had just enough of a hint of cleavage to make one's mouth water at what treasures could lie beneath the thin material of her form fitting tops and dresses. Her thin waist and wide hips capped off the look of her round ass. She drew attention to herself, and she knew it. It took a lot of work to look that desirable while also making it seem as if you weren't trying to.
It had all become second nature at this point. Every movement of her lips, every arc of her back, every jiggle caused by the bobbing of her crossed legs. All of it was to draw you in.
Even still, that was all in the background. Nikki's nature had become one to bait those who would fall for her. But her current focus was on what she was doing. It was an order and orders had to be followed. A feeling of anxiousness would hang over her until it was done. So she worked diligently. With purpose.
Only when it was perfect did she let out a breath of relief that she wasn't aware she had been holding. Nikki's eyes looked over the new report she'd just finished typing. It was exactly what David Andrews wanted. Reaching to the side, she took a capped pen and put it to her lips thoughtfully.
The impulse to mess up her typed perfection made itself known. Just an enter key here. A format change there. Nothing that would interfere with the actual report. It would only serve to infuriate her boss. She pondered on it, as her pen lewdly caressed her lips.
"Fuck it." Nikki finally said, printing out the report as it was and made her way to the far end of the room where her boss's office was. The closer she got to the door, the more agitated she became. The tighter she gripped the papers in her hands. The more she became aware of the solitude.
Nikki and David were the only ones working this late tonight. On one side, Nikki enjoyed the silence but on the other, it was making her all the more aggravated. Raising her hand, Nikki softly rapped her dainty hand on her boss's door.
"What?!" A gruff voice announced from the other side.
"It's... it's done, Sir..."
There was a momentary pause before he spoke again. "I'll see about that. Get the fuck in here."
Nikki demurely entered the office and saw exactly what she expected to see.
David wasn't an unattractive man. He'd clearly let himself go with years of having an office job and a lack of motivation to better himself but there was still this domineering aura about him. He was in charge for a reason.
As Nikki entered the familiar office, she immediately felt her boss's eyes hungrily devouring her. He didn't hide it. They'd been at this long enough that he knew he didn't need to. Nikki had never minded his lecherous gazes before. In fact, since her... disappearance, she practically invited them. She hadn't been shy about her own inappropriate looks either.
However, he noticed a difference almost immediately. As always, Nikki stood before him in a way that blatantly showed off all her assets, but something was off with her face. His eyes narrowed as she handed the stack of papers over to him.
As had become the game as of late, he gave the papers a quick once-over. Usually when something was off, it was obvious at first glance. But the more he looked at the report, the more it became clear that nothing was wrong with it this time. And when he looked up, he saw it. Such a subtle smirk on such beautiful lips. She was taunting him...
"It's about time." He growled. "If you'd just done it this way the first time we wouldn't be here so goddamn late. I don't know about you, but some of us do have lives outside of work."
"I'm so sorry, Sir..." Nikki purred, fidgeting in a way to draw attention to her cleavage. "I promise I'll be better. In fact, I'd go as far as to say... there won't be
any
more foolish mistakes in my work anymore."
David narrowed his eyes again. "You say that like you should be praised for doing your job."
Nikki's smirk widened. "If that's what you wish, Sir. Will that be all? Since you're
so
busy with your life outside of work and everything."
Slamming his hands on the desk, David reveled in Nikki's reaction, but when it melted away once more into her taunting expression, he finally took the bait, stepping from his desk. "I don't know what's up with you today but I don't like it."
Nikki locked her eyes onto his and placed her hands behind her back and pushed her chest even more tauntingly forward. When her smirk grew again it was almost off-putting next to her vulnerable stance. "Oh yeah? You don't like it? Maybe I don't care anymore."
"Nikki! You are
this
close to-"
"To what?" Nikki's grin was a full-blown taunting smile now. "What are you going to do? Fire me? For smiling at you and doing my job?"
"This is-!"
"You know what I think?" With every word Nikki spoke, purposely accentuated by her voice, she took a step towards him. "I don't think you're going to do
shit
."
While he didn't budge, Nikki could see the surprise growing in his eyes, and much to her disappointment, that surprise was slowly turning to fear. "Which is a shame, really. Because I wouldn't stop you if you did. But if there's one thing I've learned from the past few months is that you talk a big game but when it comes down to it, you're nothing but a little pussy ass bitch."
"How dare y-"
"Shut the
fuck
up! I wasn't done!" Nikki snarled. "I've let you yell at me... demean me... since I came back and you want to know what's changed? Nothing! I've just gotten so bored with it! You're too much of a wuss to be a real man and
do
something! For fuck's sake, look at me!
"Do you really thing these lips... this tongue... are for talking? Do you think these fingers are for typing? These tits? This ass?" As Nikki teased him with her words, she also teased him with her body. Making a point of accentuating each body part as she pointed them out. By the time she was done, she was practically pressed against him. "And then there's my pussy. Which is
amazing
, I'll have you know. They could all be yours to do with as you want. I couldn't be more built to be a slut if it was tattooed on me.
"But you're
so
scared. Worried I'll report you? That I'll tell your wife? Ruin your life? So what if I did? If you were a real man, you'd make me pay for even
talking
to you like this."
"Yeah?" David snapped back. "I knew you were a fucking trap from the start. I'm sure the moment I touch you, there's going to be a camera or-"
