Helen
She still couldn't believe she was going through with this. After all that greedy bitch had put her through she had the audacity to ask to hang out like nothing had ever happened. Helen could have said no, but she had to admit that a part of her was curious about what could make Angela come crawling back like this. At least she had brought some wine with her.
After downing the first glass and pouring herself a second, Helen finally felt like she could tolerate her presence. Or sit across from her without fighting the urge to slit her throat anyway. Which was good, no reason to rehash the HR disaster all over again.
Sipping her wine and watching her over the rim of her glass, Helen frowned. It was hard to believe that just a year ago they had been like sisters. Friends since kindergarten, they had done everything together. They had shared boyfriends in high school, apartments in college, and secrets at work. It was the last one that finally broke the camel's back though.
The two of them had gotten jobs working for one of the largest architecture studios in the entire city. Secretary positions, but with room to improve. They had dragged themselves up the corporate ladder by using their feminine charm and after two years managed to secure managerial positions working under the CEO. They were on top of the world.
Until one of their job sites got audited for safety violations anyway. Some pansy worker had gone and tattled to the safety inspector and it launched an entire review of all their past jobs. Everything got shoved into the open. All the cut corners got pieced back together and the two of them had been hauled off into a hearing with the board of directors.
They would have been able to get away with it too if that little bitch hadn't tried to sell her out. Squealed like a pig as soon as the head investigator had looked her way. It was a good thing she backed up all of their conversations. A little editing and some fake tears had the committee eating out of the palm of her hand.
Once they were convinced that Angela was the string puller and Helen had just gone along with it, it was easy to cry herself free. Sure Angela had tried to protest, but no one believed her after she had grabbed the letter opener and tried to lunge across the room.
The board had to demote her of course, no way of getting around that. But at least she had managed to stay employed. On the other hand, after getting escorted out of the building screaming like a child, Angela had been blacklisted by every firm in the state. As far as Helen knew, she hadn't been able to get work anywhere else since.
Which had made this impromptu get together all the more intriguing. At first she thought it was about money, but it looked like she was holding herself together pretty well. Her bright red hair was pulled into a neat braid and it looked clean enough. Same with her outfit, the dress wasn't torn or stained and it looked fairly new. The wine could have been better, but at least it wasn't in a box. Still, she was getting bored with these guessing games..
"So, what do I owe the pleasure?" She snapped. "And what do I need to do to make it end?"
Angela winced. "Well, I have a favor to ask."
"Seriously?" Helen scoffed. "What gives you the right to march in here and start asking favors after all the shit you pulled?"
"I know, it's just..." Angela shook her head and put her glass down. "It's been hard. I still haven't been able to find anyone to hire me and I've had to move back in with my mom. I don't have anyone else to turn to."
"So what, you think you can come to your dear old friend and beg me for what? A Job? Money?"
Angela shook her head again and sighed. "No, I'm not that desperate. I have a plan to get some cash, it's just taking a while."
"Suuure..." Helen scoffed and took another sip of wine. "So what are you here for then?"
"I need a good dick."
Helen blinked. Then blinked again. "You what?"
"Please don't make me say it again. I've had zero luck finding anyone. I haven't been able to find anyone but losers with micro dicks. The one average guy I managed to find ran when he found out I was living in my mom's basement."
"And what makes you think I know anyone? If I decide to help you out in the first place that is."
"Well.... I was kinda hoping you would let me borrow Eric..."
She had to put her glass down before she threw it. Reaching up and rubbing her temples, she tried not to scream. "And why, for all that is holy, would I let you fuck my husband?"
Angela shuffled her feet and tried to look away. "Because, you'll be able to hold it over my head for the rest of my life."
"And you think that's good enough?"
"I'm desperate, okay?! I haven't gotten laid in over a year and I can't take it any more. Just name your price..."
She looked like she was about to cry. Helen tried to savor the moment as long as possible. Memories like this didn't come around every day after all. For the small price of letting Eric get his dick wet she could finally get some revenge.
It wouldn't be as public as her own fall from grace, but she'd be able to savor it. The world might forget about a few zoning violations, but Angela would never forget the day she came begging on her doorstep.
Letting herself savor her victory, Helen watched her squirm under her gaze as she pretended to ponder the question. After a few minutes she got bored though, she never was good at pacing herself through supper if she knew how good dessert was. "Fine, but we do it my way."
Angela nodded. "Of course."
"First of all, we are going to do this my way. You've already begged, but now I'm going to make sure you leave here humiliated. I'll make sure you get off, but that doesn't mean I plan on making it fun, at least not for you. You won't look at him, you won't speak to him." She glanced over at the clock above the mantle. "When he gets home, you will be presented to him as a fuck toy, nothing more."
It looked like she was going to buck, but finally she nodded again and looked down at her feet. "Fine," she said, meekly.
"Now, let's get going. I want to get you all set up before he gets home."
She got up and started walking towards the bedroom, but stopped when she noticed Angela wasn't following. "What is it?"
"I... just have one small request."
"Seriously? I'm doing you a favor and you want to try adding strings? What is it?"
Angela reached into her purse and pulled out a small box. "Could you make sure he wears a condom? I wasn't sure if you had any here, so I brought my own."
Helen rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said, ripping them out of her hands. "Now follow me."
Leading her up the stairs, Helen couldn't help smiling. Her mind was reeling with ideas, she was about to extract every last bit of pride Angela had. By the time she was done with her, she'd have enough blackmail to last a lifetime.
Once they were in the bedroom, she threw the box of condoms on the floor and made Angela wait at the foot of the bed. Walking over to the closet, she rummaged around until she found the box she was looking for. They didn't use it very often, but it was handy to keep everything close by for when they were feeling frisky.
Placing the toy chest on the floor, she reached in and grabbed the ball gag. Angela balked at first, but Helen gave her another look and she stopped. She opened her mouth and let Helen shove the gag in, wrapping the straps around her head and pulling them tight.
Stepping back to admire her handy work, she smirked. "Now, take that dress off. Actually, just take everything off."
Even if she had wanted to protest, she couldn't. Reluctantly, Angela pulled her dress over her head and reached behind her back to undo her bra. Helen waited for her to pull her panties off, then grabbed everything into a crumpled pile and pushed it under the bed.
Reaching back into the box, she found her stash of sharpies and pulled out one of the thick black ones. She stood back and looked at her canvas. Angela's breasts weren't huge, but they'd give her enough room to be creative.
Uncapping the marker, she walked over and started on her masterpiece. Making sure the letters were big and bold, she finished on the top half and knelt down to work on the bottom. When she was all done, she put the cap back on and tucked it in her pocket.
Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, she pulled her camera up and tried to get everything in one shot. Angela's eyes got large and she tried to turn away, but Helen reached over and grabbed her by the nipple.
"Don't you dare move. This is my payment, I want to make sure I always remember the day you sold me your dignity for some cock." After a hard pinch, Helen let go and went back to taking pictures.
Her favorite was the first one. She had managed to capture that frightened look before she had turned away and you could see her mouth straining against the gag. Most importantly, all the lettering was crisp and clear. Across her tits in thick dark letters;
PROPERTY OF HELEN
. On her stomach, in slightly smaller lines, she had managed to fit;
I'M A SELLOUT FOR DICK
. It was perfect.
Not that Eric would get to see it, not until she showed him the pictures anyway. Putting her phone away for now, she grabbed Angela again and spun her around. Bending her over the bed, she made her wait while she untangled the straps from the toy chest. Once she had them tied around the headboard, she tied them around her wrists.
