Revenge In The Workplace Pt 02 Maureen

Revenge in the Workplace Part 2: Maureen

By Imorol

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

Now, to the story...

It had been nearly a week since John had spiked the drink of his manager during a works-night-out and spent the night raping her. It had served as a very gratifying payback for her constant bullying in the workplace. Curiosity getting the better of him, he'd snooped around Julie Bundock's home office and discovered evidence of her committing fraud against their employer, East County Tech, and the governmental agencies that funded their courses. Hardcopy figures had been doctored before submission and signed by the manager and co-signed by the Finance Officer, Maureen Goldman. Plans had quickly begun taking shape even as he'd returned to Julie's bedroom to rape her again while she remained unconscious.

Once back at work John had compared the doctored documents he'd copied with the genuine figures he had submitted as part of his course administration duties. Even though he only had data for the past month, it was clear the two ladies had been pilfering thousands of pounds. Internal emails served as proof that John was not involved in the scheme; the communications retained copies of the unaltered documents and were date and time stamped.

Although he could and would use the evidence against Julie to enjoy her again, his attention was turned on Maureen. The Finance Officer had been one of the primary witnesses to the bullying harassment John had been subjected to by Julie. And just like everyone else she had sat by silently and done nothing. After leaving the company and then returning after a year away, John and Maureen had gotten along well and bantered when he visited the administration office across the car park from the training centre. On one occasion Mrs Goldman had mentioned that she'd felt bad for him when he'd been subjected to Julie's attacks. But even so, she'd remained silent. Now it was time for John to seek out his revenge.

Maureen Goldman was a middle-aged woman with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and something of a hooked nose. Although she might not be to everyone's tastes, John found her attractive. Average height and slim of build, she had small boobs which managed to look enticing under the dark jumpers and tops she chose to wear at work. However, it was her incredible bum that really got the man's attention. Under the tight black trousers she habitually wore, her backside was perfectly shaped to her body, round and curvy, not big, not small, just perfect. Occasionally her panty line could be made out through her clothes, adding an alluring framing to her bum. John had lusted after Julie's ass but Maureen's was something special, a true natural work of art.

Mid-afternoon, John's class had just let out leaving him sitting at his desk, waiting for the perfect time to enact his plan. Glancing at the clock he saw it was 14:30, the time that Julie usually left for the day. Getting up from behind his desk he moved over to a window overlooking a section of the car park. Directly below his window was the burnt-orange Renault the manager had recently purchased. Perfectly timed, he saw the tall older blonde walk up to her car and climb in. From his vantage point he had a great view through the windshield of her legs as she made herself comfortable. Skirt hiked up as she'd entered the vehicle, dark tights sheathed her pins, her thighs looking long and sexy.

Man, I'd love to run my hand up those beautiful legs...again

, he thought with a smirk. Down below, the Renault pulled out of the car park and drove away.

Grabbing a purple folder from a desk draw the IT tutor left his classroom and headed towards the administration building. At this time of day he knew that the other tutors would still be busy with their own groups and the two remaining mangers hardly ever left their offices. Maureen was on her own, no one else around.

The training building of East County Tech formed an L-shape around two sides of a small car park. A boundary wall took up another side of the parking area while the administration office took up most of the remaining side. Exiting the main building, John walked across the car park and entered the small annex. A tiny reception area fronted the main office space. Through a doorway was the chest-high reception desk, with Maureen Goldman sat behind it.

'Afternoon,' the blonde said when she glanced up to see who had entered the reception. Recognising John her attention returned to her screen hidden behind the tall counter. Even if she'd been looking she wouldn't have noticed the folder carried by the visitor.

Looking down at the blonde, John saw she was wearing a charcoal-coloured knit jumper, tight over her cute little boobs. Disappearing under the desktop, her legs were clothed in the black trousers she had a strong preference for. Light from a concealed computer monitor reflected off the thin black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

A flutter of nerves stole over the man as he checked out his potential victim. Although less volatile than Julie, there was still a chance that Maureen would freak out and all his plans, his fantasies, would be dashed. But then a particular memory surfaced: Julie berating him for no reason and there was Maureen in the background, just watching. John's resolve hardened. With the clear-cut evidence of fraud in his hand, the advantage was all his.

And I'm going to make the most of it

.

'What colour knickers are you wearing, Maureen?' he asked without preamble.

'White, with little blue dots,' she replied matter-of-factly without looking away from her monitor.

John was taken aback that she'd actually told him. Completely unexpected, he felt wrong-footed, off-balance. However, his cock knew what it wanted, the rapidly hardening erection thumping against his trousers restoring his resolve.

'I want to see them,' he said, surprised his voice sounded as steady as it did. Finally the woman's attention turned towards the visitor, a look of confusion on her face. 'I want to see your knickers,' he clarified. Arms crossing, Maureen leaned on her desk and looked up at the man, expression changing from one of confusion to one of annoyance.

'Well, you can just jog on then, can't ya,' she said. From the look on her face it was clear she didn't appreciate the demand and that it was beyond any banter the pair had playfully shared in the past.

The die cast, the demand made, there was no going back. With his heart rate up, his cock stiffening, John lifted the purple folder to where the Finance Officer could see before dropping it on the keyboard on the desk. Instantly recognising the folder, the woman went rigid. Only her eyes moved, darting between the folder and the now leering tutor standing over her, a look on his face she found uncomfortable, threatening.

'Open it,' John said in a tone of command she wasn't familiar with. However, she complied, opening the plastic folder to expose the sheaths of paper inside. Just as she'd feared, she recognised the paperwork. Seeing this in John's hands and his uncharacteristic demeanour and his demand, she knew he was aware of the import of the documents, that they were evidence of financial fraud and that she was part of the scheme.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

Maureen silently screamed as she turned the pages, saw where the changes she and Julie had made had been circled, the false totals highlighted.

The fearful look in her eyes told John he was correct, that Maureen knew exactly what was in the folder, that he was correct about her involvement.

'And this is from just one month,' John said, leaning on the tall reception counter, looking down on the stunned FO and the evidence she held. 'Not only do I want to see your knickers, I want to smell them.' Unspoken, the threat was clear all the same: Do what I say or I reveal the evidence. 'I'll be back in half an hour for your decision,' John said before casually exiting the office, leaving the folder there, a silent accusation sitting on the desk.

***

It was one of the longest thirty minutes of John's life. Given the evidence he'd uncovered and the perpetrator's response to its disclosure, he had no doubt that Mrs Goldman would accede to his demands. No, the half hour dragged by because all he wanted, all he could think of, was returning to the office and living out yet one more fantasy. It was a struggle not to rush over there right away, but John wanted his next victim to stew for a while, let her situation sink in.

Finally, at long last, the wait was up. Given the time of day he had little more than another half hour before the other groups let out and a modicum of privacy couldn't be assured anymore. Leaving his classroom and making for the reception, it was all he could do not to run across the car park this time.

Walking through the front door he was gratified to see no one sat in the waiting area and no voices coming from the open door to the administration office. Looking beyond the tall reception desk, Maureen Goldman was pacing back and forth, biting her nails. Noticing the return of her tormentor, her eyes jumped from her concealed computer screen to his. Guilt was written all over her soft-featured face and her eyes were full of worry and fear.

'It wasn't my choice,' she wailed, an accusatory finger pointing at the hidden monitor as the large man stepped up to the counter. Without a word, John stepped around the reception desk, rounded the side extension to where he could finally see her PC. On the screen was a spreadsheet filled with figures in a familiar format.

'Tell me about it,' he said, taking a closer look at the figures. Before him was a far larger selection of data, yet further evidence of the fraud that Mrs Goldman and Mrs Bundock had been perpetrating on their employer. As the Finance Officer spoke, the tutor scrolled through the financials, switching between tabs. He was shocked by how extensive the fraud was.

Far more than I'd ever imagined

. However, he sensed possibilities with such evidence in his possession.

'Well, you know my husband is a builder, right?' Maureen hesitantly began. After receiving a silent nod, she continued. 'Well, last year he...ran into some...financial issues. You know how the building trade can be?' No response, the man concentrating on the screen showing the crime Maureen had become so deeply involved with. 'Well, he had to take out a loan but we couldn't get one. I told Julie about our problems. It was Julie who came up with the idea, I swear it!' she exclaimed, finger once more pointing to the incriminating spreadsheet.

'Go on,' John said, glancing over his shoulder briefly before returning his attention to the computer.

'It was so quick that it wasn't until later that I realised Julie must have been thinking about it for some time. She had it all figured out: we changed the figures on the hardcopy with pencil then photocopied those. Then we scanned the copies to be emailed to the funding agencies. It all masked the changes and no one ever queried it.'

'Judging by this, it didn't stop after that first time, did it,' John said, nodding towards the screen filled with numbers. Placing a subtle emphasise on the word "judging", an evil smirk stole across his face as he heard the mature blonde gulp, clearly having picked up on his inflection.

'No. I wanted to stop. I did. I really did. It was only meant to be that one time. I was desperate. My husband...he could have lost his business. We could have lost the house!' Realising she was gabbling, Maureen took a breath. 'I...I took a look into the figures, now I knew what to look for. It was Julie! That bitch! She'd been doing it for years! It...it was only small amounts, a bit here and a bit there. But she'd still managed to take quite a bit over time. But she'd had to stop when you started working here before.'

Suddenly it all made sense! Before John had been employed by East County Tech, the manager had been able to fiddle the books herself. However, once John had joined the team he'd become an impediment, a check on the figures being submitted, stopping her little scheme.

That's why she can't stand me

, the tutor realised. Quickly scanning through the spreadsheet, he checked the dates on the submitted financials. The fraud had been going on since the very start of the current contract the organisation had with the funding agencies. Taking an educated gamble, he turned to the FO. Standing against the wall, her arms were crossed below her cute bust, unintentionally emphasising their shapely form under her tight grey jumper.

'This has been going on longer than this contract hasn't it,' he said, making a statement, not asking a question. Stepping past the man, the administrator took control of her keyboard and mouse, quickly pulling up a series of less familiar spreadsheets.

'It was meant to be a one-off thing, but Julie didn't stop,' Maureen said, stepping away from the computer and retreating back to the wall, trying to physically distance herself from the crime. Eyes shining with nerves, she looked at John. 'That's how she afforded her new car, her holidays.' As the man switched between spreadsheets, looking up earlier doctored records, Maureen pointed at the screen. 'After you left she wanted to start it all again but the systems had changed and she needed me to help her do it. After that first time she made me keep doing it. She said she'd tell the board, the other managers and the police. I had no choice!'

John didn't care what Maureen's reasons were and he didn't care about the company being defrauded. All he saw was a golden opportunity for his own benefit. But unlike the two women, he wasn't interested in financial gains but those of a rather more sordid nature. Taking the woman's seat, his fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard. Compressing all of the spreadsheets into a single folder, he emailed the incriminating evidence to himself, ensuring the FO saw what he had done. Turning to look at the slim blonde once more, it was clear she understood her situation. Standing with her back up against the wall, it looked like she was awaiting a firing squad. John now possessed all the evidence needed to send her to prison for a very long time and ruin her life utterly. And there was no pity in the eyes trained on her.

'What now?' Mrs Goldman asked, hands falling to her sides, brown eyes unable to meet the man's own.

Not answering straight away, John looked his prey over. Average height and slim of build, his eyes traced her outline, from narrow shoulders, following the curve of her breasts under the charcoal sweater, down her trim body to the slight expansion of her hips, into her crotch, the material of her tight black trousers gathered in the conjunction of thighs and quim, and then down legs looking lean through the garment. As much as John wanted to make Maureen turn around so he could take a good long ogle of her wonderful backside, he wanted to cement their new dynamic.

'As I said, I want to see your knickers. I want to smell them,' John finally replied.

'I'll...I'll bring a pair in tomorrow,' Maureen said with a none-to-confident nod, eyes still unable to meet John's.

'Not a chance,' the tutor said. 'I want to smell the pair you're wearing right now. And I'm going to keep them.' John remained focused on Maureen's face, watching her reaction, awaiting her capitulation. He'd already had his fun with Julie and if the FO tried to call his bluff he'd burn them both with the evidence that had fallen into his lap. His resolve showed on his face and Maureen understood it when her eyes did finally meet his.

To the left of the reception desk was a temporary head-height partition behind which was another desk and PC and a row of filing cabinets against the exterior wall which featured a pair of frosted windows looking out into a small extension of the car park. Without saying a word, Maureen walked behind the partition and the secondary desk.

Eyes tracking the woman's glorious ass as she stepped past him, John stood to watch. It was only a few strides but it was long enough for the man to appreciate the sway of her hips, the roll of the buttocks. Their form was only enhanced by the visible panty line framing the beautiful derriere.

Standing in the small space, shielded from any unexpected visitors by the partition board, Maureen could feel John's eyes on her, knew he was standing there intent on punishing her. More than aware of how unfairly he'd been treated by Julie and her own complicity in it, the blonde understood she deserved this. Letting out a breath she hadn't been aware of holding, her fingers released the catch of her trousers. Zipper between thumb and forefinger, it sounded loud in the enclosed space as it was drawn downwards.

Fighting the urge to grab his cock and give it a good squeeze, John watched from behind. Eyes glued to the rear view, he avidly took in the sight as Mrs Goldman kicked off her shoes, butt cheeks flexing with each movement. A brief hesitation and then the trousers were pushed down, that glorious bum appearing. Pushed out towards him as the woman bent over to pull her trousers all the way down and off, it was all the man could do not to reach out and grab it, squeeze it and press his face into that enticing crevice which the promised white knickers with their blue dots were being pulled into. Losing one fight, he squeezed his prick, suddenly aware of just how hard he was.

Draping her trousers over the back of an office chair, Maureen could practically feel John's eyes boring into her, twin spotlights roving over her disclosed underwear. Refusing to turn around and see if she was correct, she huffed out a breath, tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her polka-dot panties and pushed them down. As she bent over to push her knickers to her ankles she was uncomfortably aware of her pert cheeks spreading as she moved, her vagina and asshole now on display. Feeling tears beginning to well up she quickly swiped up the spotted cotton. Half turning, she held them out to her abuser.

Dragging his attention away from the woman's rear, the predator focused in on the proffered panties. Receiving them, he held the warm cotton up, taking a moment to appreciate the undergarments. A pair of briefs, they were plain in back but had lace on the front panel. Urged on by his needs he opened them to inspect the gusset. Stretching out the gusset, there were just a couple of lines of vaginal discharge, two slightly darker streaks marring the otherwise pristine panel.

Uncaring about being watched by the woman pulling her trousers back on, John raised the spotted knickers to his face. A look of ecstasy stealing across his features as they snuffled into the cotton inset, his nostrils flared, inhaling deeply. Though only faint, the subtle scent of pussy filled his nasal passages. Still warm from Maureen's body, the intimate perfume was almost nutty.

Very nice

, the panty sniffer thought, taking another deep whiff as he squeezed his hard prick through his clothes. Letting his nose wander, he sampled every area of the briefs, savouring the new smells of Maureen Goldman.

'Mm, your knickers smell good, Maureen,' the man said. Trousers now back on, the woman turned to face him. Looking her straight in the eyes, John took another loud sniff. There was no mistaking what he was doing. Smile hidden by the cotton bundle held to his face, John saw his victim blushing, tears threatening to spill as her lip trembled with humiliation. 'I like the smell of your cunt.'

Stepping back into her low black heels, the Finance Officer slid past the pervert only to jump when a hand slapped her on the backside, thick fingers squeezing the pert cheek. Standing stock still, she could only accept it as she was groped by the man still sniffing her knickers. Once the hand fell away she resumed her seat at the reception desk. Ignoring the sounds of satisfied inhalation coming from behind her, she closed the incriminating spreadsheets on her PC.

For all the good that does me

, she thought, fighting back tears of fear and humiliation.