Revenge In The Workplace Pt 01 Julie

Revenge in the Workplace Part 1: Julie

By Imorol

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story...

'Would you like to join the staff for drinks Friday night?'

John turned away from the photocopier to look at the woman who'd spoken. Julie Bundock was one of the managers at East County Tech and the reason he disliked leaving his classroom for the administration building. She also happened to be the reason the IT tutor had originally left the training company two years prior.

Throughout that first tenure John had worked under Mrs Bundock and from the get-go they'd clashed. Coming from another organisation John had heard bad things about Julie and she'd lived up to her reputation. Things had to be done her way no matter how unsuited to the task or situation at hand, something that grated on John as he was the experienced tutor and she an administrator. Tension built between the pair as neither was willing to give ground and soon the manager was taking every opportunity to belittle and bully the man, taking sadistic pleasure when she could do so with an audience. Coming into a tightknit organisation, there hadn't been much John could do or anyone to turn to for help and in the end had opted to leave when his contract completed.

Until that point he'd taken to objectifying the woman until what started off as a coping mechanism became something of an obsession. Despite hating her personality he did find her physically appealing, although he doubted most other men would agree. Face framed by a dirty blonde bob and thin-rimmed glasses she looked her age, somewhere in the mid-fifties. Maybe Julie wasn't exactly a beauty but there was a certain sex appeal about her. Even in low heels or flats she was tall, her full figure featuring womanly hips, a rounded backside and a particularly nice pair of legs.

Nightly she featured in the man's lust-filled imaginings as he stroked his cock and spewed his spunk. During the working day he daydreamed about having control over the tall manager, having her perform whatever perverted things came to mind. Feeding the growing obsession he'd even begun getting to work early. Lurking in a classroom overlooking the car park, he'd taken to waiting for the woman's arrival, peeking through the floor-length blinds hoping to catch a glimpse up her skirt as she climbed from her car. Never catching sight of her knickers, there were chances aplenty to peek at her sexy legs wrapped in clinging tights.

Long ago John had developed a fetish for panties and pantyhose. Taking advantage of any opportunity he would look at the legs of Mrs Bundock. For the most part the administrator wore rather conservatively cut office attire, but the outfits still fired the imagination and he very much appreciated it when catching the woman bending over, skirts pulling taut, stretched over her big round bum.

From time-to-time she'd wear a dark grey skirt featuring a particularly long slit in front. Barely acceptable for the working environment, the high slit showcased the shapely pins in a very deliberate manner especially when matched with dark tights. It was not lost on John that Julie came across far friendlier when wearing the garment.

Perhaps it makes her feel sexy

, he reasoned and was convinced that she did indeed enjoy showing off her legs on those occasions. And on the rare occasions she wore trousers it was something special. Apparently favouring a pair one size to small, they clung possessively to her wide backside, serving to highlight the cheeks rolling with each step, an alluring crevice bisecting them.

But when his contract finally came to term, the tutor had opted to leave and get away from the manger and her atrocious attitude and overbearing presence.

Despite hiring other people ECT had been unable to replace John and eventually they'd asked him to return, delivering computer training to people from troubled backgrounds. Unbidden, the contract manager, Marcus, had assured John that he would no longer work directly with Julie Bundock, that she in fact had been told not to approach him unless it had been cleared with Marcus. Much to John's surprise the administrator's attitude had much improved upon his return, even verging on being nice. However, he never let his guard down around her and the mature blonde remained the focus of his sexual fantasies.

'No,' John bluntly replied to the question. 'But thanks,' he added as an afterthought.

'Well, it's nice to be asked,' the woman said with a neutral expression on her face, glasses reflecting sunlight. It was obvious that answer had been expected. Unaware of the eyes avidly tracking her enticing curves under a tight skirt, she crossed the room headed for a private office.

Sexy

, the instructor thought.

God, I want to sniff that arse. Just rub my face in it. What colour knickers has she got on under there? What condition is the gusset in? What does it smell like?

Starting up the photocopier again, daydreams of panty exploration began to run through John's mind. Office machinery chugging away, he dreamed of forcing Julie to perform for his entertainment, to be debased and used for his gratification. Stepping closer to the copier he tried to hide a growing erection. Mind wandering, a long held fantasy reared its head: spiking her drink and raping Julie.

Among his students were several people with drug issues. Not the most discrete bunch, they openly talked about different narcotics, from weed to various Class A substances to those perfect for date rape. Putting aside exaggerations, it was clear some of them actually knew what they were talking about. Through discussions with the learners it had been revealed that a dealer even lived opposite the ECT training centre.

And there goes the perfect opportunity,

John silently lamented. Earlier in the day he'd overheard Julie chatting with the Finance Officer, mentioning that her husband would be away over the weekend starting Thursday and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening.

She'll be home alone

, he thought.

Vulnerable. Available, if I were to make it so

.

With a final chug the photocopier whined to a stop. Gathering the batch of copied certificates, the tutor crossed the room, making for the manager's office, a plan coalescing with each step. Knocking on the door jamb, he stepped into the private sanctum.

'Actually, Julie, I think I will come, if that's alright,' the man said as he held out the still warm copies.

'Of course,' she replied, plucked eyebrows rising in surprise at the turnabout. Reaching out she took the sheaves of paper. It had never occurred that the invitation would actually be accepted. As the certificates were tucked away into a purple folder, John turned and exited the office with a smile on his face and a plan in his head.

***

It was dark in the corner of the crowded pub. Music blared through the speakers as an out-of-tune song was belted out across the room. Gathered together, the staff of East County Tech laughed uproariously as one of their own made a fool of themselves, the price of having had a few to many. Seeing everyone distracted John realised that now was his opportunity. Up until Friday afternoon there had been doubts that he'd actually go through with spiking his victim's drink. But then Mrs Bundock's inherent personality had reasserted itself. Walking into the admin building John had witnessed Julie berating the Finance Officer, Maureen Goldman. Right there and then the man had determined to make his fantasy a delicious reality.

With a quick glance to ensure everyone was focussed on the karaoke, he slipped a mickey into a glass of white wine. Over the course of the evening Mrs Bundock had already downed quite a bit of the potent beverage and this was not the first dosage she'd been given. As sleazy as they come, the drug dealer who'd provided the narcotic had been open with advice on how much to use, how long it would last and even gave tips on spiking a drink. Making use of that advice, it would appear the victim was getting sauced legitimately before the full effect hit. Careful with the timing, John ensured the loathed bureaucrat was fully drugged by the end the night.

'Come on, Julie. Time to go home,' Maureen said, helping the other blonde to her feet. Somewhat surprising to anyone who knew her, Julie giggled as she stood with some difficulty. Reaching over John helped steady the slowly swaying woman. 'Thanks,' Maureen said, rolling her eyes at the behaviour of the figure between them.

'Want some help?' he asked, mentally crossing his fingers.

'We should be alright,' Maureen replied, half dragging her boss from around the glass littered table. 'Actually...' Julie wobbled and nearly fell before John grabbed her other arm and held the "drunk" woman up.

Together Maureen and John led their colleague out to the car park. Making for the Finance Officer's 4x4, John held the passenger upright while Maureen unlocked her vehicle and helped get the giggling woman into the backseat.

'I'll come with you. Help you get her home,' the male said, features schooled into entertained concern. Inwardly he was bubbling over with excitement. Barely restrained by his trousers his dick was hard, heart thumping a trip hammer beat.

***

Not long after, the two co-workers had managed to get their manager home, up the stairs and into her bedroom. Making his excuses John left them in the boudoir to await Maureen downstairs. Acting casual he headed down the stairs. Inside, his excitement was all consuming and it was an effort to remain outwardly calm, to not give away any clues as to his unscrupulous intentions.

Heading through the house, the schemer made for the kitchen. Inspecting the backdoor, the key was in the lock. Quietly the key was turned, the lock undone. Easing the door open, it was a relief when it moved without a sound. Ducking through the doorway, John made directly for the gate separating the front and back gardens. With a slight squeak the bolt was withdrawn leaving the way unbarred. Just as quickly he slipped back into the house. Closing the backdoor, it remained unlocked as the burglar stepped to the bottom of the stairs to await Maureen. Glancing about he spotted a familiar looking purple folder sat on a desk in a home office. Before he could ponder its presence movement came from above.

'She's out like a light,' the smaller blonde descending the stairs said. 'Didn't think she'd drunk

that

much. Guess she can't handle her wine,' Maureen joked.

'Guess not,' John returned her grin. Leading the way he retraced their steps to the front door. Stepping through he turned to see his companion close it with a metallic clunk. Together they walked to their respective cars. 'See you Monday.'

'Will do. Have a good weekend.'

Climbing into his car John ensured he was first to pull away, that Maureen saw him leave Julie's home. In the rear-view mirror, the woman climbed into her 4x4 before being lost to sight as he turned a corner. Parking two streets over John waited for a while, having already seen Maureen's large vehicle pass by. Confident that the way was clear, he still wanted to ensure that any disturbed neighbours were no longer looking through their curtains to spy his return on foot.

***

The target house sat on the corner of the road. A short stretch of fence overgrown by planted trees provided plenty of concealing shadows as the stalker made his way. Stealing along a path leading down the side of the home, he pushed the back gate open without a sound and passed through. Moving behind the house, the unlocked backdoor was eased open and the prowler stepped inside.

Entering the kitchen it was dark and quiet, no lights, no sound. Stealthily the sneak made his way up the stairs, avoiding a creaking step he'd noted earlier. Holding his breath he slowly opened the door to the intimate space of Julie's bedroom. Lying atop the bed, the slumbering figure had been covered with a comforter. Edging closer, her breathing was soft and quiet.

Peaceful

.

Gently lifting the comforter, John slid his hand beneath, feeling for a wrist. Pressing against the cool skin, a slow and steady pulse could be felt. Just like the drug dealer had promised.

Perfect

. Sinister look of malice clouding his face, the intruder shut the bedroom door, closing off the escape route. Curtains already drawn, the lights were flicked on, the stage set.

Complying with the long-held fantasy and wanting to be able to recall this night for a long time to come, a mobile phone was withdrawn from a pocket. Pointing it at the recumbent figure a photograph was silently taken. It was the first of many. Confident that his victim was fully under the influence of the drugs she'd been slipped, John pulled the comforter from the bed leaving Mrs Bundock revealed and vulnerable.

Still dressed from the night out she wore a shortish light green floral shift dress and tights - a pair of low heels having been discarded before the drunk had been brought upstairs.

20 denier at a guess. Dark enough for a smooth sexy appearance, light enough to show the legs off

. Peering closer, the voyeur spied a tiny ladder in the nylon near the ankle.

'Yes!' John hissed quietly. Earlier in the day at work he'd spotted the same mark.

She's worn the same underwear all day. Man, I can't wait to smell her crotch

.

Camera focussing on the familiar face, another souvenir was captured. It was the first time he'd seen her sans glasses.

She looks so peaceful

, the pervert thought. Although he'd never paid much attention to the administrator's chest before, laying there the dress offered up a rather pleasing display of cleavage.

Hmm, bigger than I realised

, he thought capturing the twin mounded vista for his quickly growing gallery of pictures. A fourth picture captured the woman's clothed body.

A little overweight but still sexy

. Ignoring the erection sprouting in his trousers, John next focused on the hips hinting at the shape of the bum beneath the sleeping body. Without disturbing the dress, the fifth photograph focused solely on the beautiful pair of legs, their appeal enhanced by the nylon sheathing them.

Fucking sexy!

Grasping the hem of the party dress, John pulled it upwards. Tugging where it was trapped by the sleeping body, the frock was pulled up to the waist, exposing the pantyhose in all their sheer sensual glory. Restraining himself from just burying his face in the revealed crotch, John began to take more photographs.

Always a leg-man he set about recording multiple images of Julie's shapely pins from differing angles. Outside thigh, inner thigh, from the side and from above, from knee to crotch, light from the ceiling making the glossy material shine as the camera moved about.

God, these legs are sexy!

Attention moving higher, the camera lens captured the doped woman's crotch. Working from hip to hip, it followed the visible panty line of lacy pale-coloured hipster panties, the stitching of the nylons, the reinforced gusset jealously hugging the hidden sex, the outline of which bulged against the garments. Getting closer to capture the weave of the hose against inner thighs, John could smell warm nylon mixing with a feminine perfume.

Straightening up, another picture captured the full tableau of the mature captive blonde, dress hiked up, legs on full erotic display. Looking down on his boss, a new idea flourished along with a great big dirty grin. Taking hold of a hand, it was positioned to appear as if the lady were exposing herself, flashing her late-night visitor. Silently the phone's camera worked again, memorialising the moment.

'Look at that, showing off your underwear like a common whore,' John derided. Carefully framing the view on the phone screen he ensured the sleeping woman's face was clearly visible. Although the catalogue was for his own future perusal, there would be no mistaking who starred in them. 'Sexy,' the voyeur said.

Looming over the unconscious manager, he drank in the sight, surveying the view he'd been fantasising over for years now. Familiar features set in repose, eyes closed under sculpted brows, lacking glasses, lips painted a light shade of pink, soft features uncharacteristically relaxed. Open neckline framing an abundance of inviting cleavage, floral green cloth outlining the rest of their rounded forms. Fingers with orange-glazed nails holding the dress bunched at the wide waist, hips sculpting in towards toned thighs, sheer pantyhose flattering the flesh and the knickers barely concealed beneath. Inevitably the male gaze kept returning to the enticing Y formed by conjunction of inner thigh and crotch.

Coping with Julie's almost constant public attacks and verbal sniping had led John to form many fantasies surrounding her. However, they all had one common thread: sniffing her crotch, smelling that most intimate of fragrances. Now he was going to make it a reality. Panting with excitement, mouth practically drooling, the violator closed in on his victim.

Bracing hands on the mattress John leant over the supine figure. Teasing himself to the last his face slowly lowered, getting closer to the long awaited moment. Eyes wide he took in every detail, seeing the weave of the nylon, the way it stretched over their feminine contents, the seam leading the way towards the reinforced gusset cradling the bint's quim. Through the sheer material, his eyes followed the pretty pattern of the lace banding the hipster knickers before tracing the stitching of the inner panel, hoping for but missing out on any sign of cameltoe.

Wanting to concentrate solely on the one sense, the man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, the proboscis almost touching the unconscious figure. Warmth radiated from the body, causing the skin of his face to tingle, but he ignored it. Instead John kept sniffing, kept drawing in the faint yet unmistakable aroma of vagina, deliciously stale this late in the day. A shiver ran down his spine, his stiff cock straining against his trousers.

Julie Bundock's vaginal scent was just as he'd imagined: present but not strong, a light fusty odour with a hint of tangy undertone.

Wonderful. God, she smells wonderful

, he thought taking a deeper, more sustained sniff.

This is it. This is what I wanted!

Letting his face rest against the woman's clothed crotch he devoured the alluring feminine scent through the sexy underwear, drawing ever more of it into his nasal cavity, letting it fill his skull. Close to hyperventilating his mouth fell open, drawing in breath.

Oh! I swear I can taste her

, he thought, lips brushing against pantyhose, tickling the sensitive skin.

Overtaken by mounting excitement the degenerate buried his face into the vulnerable crotch. Pressing harder he snuffled into the piquant Y junction, digging into the sensual heat and the soft pudenda. With an aggressively probing nose he chased the scent to its source, detected the underlying cuntal crease as the smell became just that little bit stronger, enticing his face to press forward harder and seek out more. Indulging himself John ground his face against the exposed underwear, felt the smooth nylon against his face and lips, body heat enveloping his head, taste buds tingling with the barest hint of flavour and that glorious fragrance consuming him as he consumed it.

Abruptly the molester straightened from his hunched position over the occupied bed. Dashing to the foot of the divan, hands shaking with adrenaline, he gently gripped an ankle, drawing it aside. Taking hold of the other ankle, John opened Julie's luscious legs, spreading them wide and fully exposing the somnolent blonde's nether regions, watched the nylon hose stretch with the enforced movement. Now he could fully appreciate the reinforced gusset codling their feminine luggage. Partially lying down on the bed, body filling the chevron formed by the splayed legs, John reburied his face into the crotch of Mrs Bundock, loosing himself in the warm aromatic juncture.