The events in this story follow on 4 years after those in Part 3, and whilst it could be argued that this should be posted under the BDSM section for the sake of keeping the story together I shall post here.
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Even from her first day at Baughton, Masters and Schofield, Valerie McKenzie had believed she was better than the rest of the graduate intake, probably better in fact than most of the company outright. True she did not have the brain power of a high class intellectual, but it was made up for in abundance by a Machiavellian sense of purpose, and an instant knowledge for who to befriend and when to cut them loose with ruthless abandon.
To Valerie true friends were those who could take you to the next level and then fade away quickly and quietly when they were no longer fit for purpose, and if this political will wouldn't work, then the fall back was her body. 5'8'' tall with curly shoulder length blonde hair, 34C breasts and a truly magnificent ass; in her own view, this could unpick the lock that intrigue and connections could not - as and when it were required.
Indeed it was a combination of the two that had got her going, her exercise sessions in the company gym had become the stuff of legend and it was well known that if Valerie came in with her gym bag in the morning, most of the male staff would go home for theirs at lunch. To stand out early on she had gone for ultra tight fitting lycra, sometimes with underwear, sometimes without, to be behind her when she did her stretches, was akin to taking a seat amongst the saints in paradise, to such an extent that middle management were know to draw rank and force more junior colleagues from the much valued spot.
Valerie was keenly aware of the effect she had, but like the Sirens call, it could prove an almost fatal experience. One day Valerie had seen a male member of the senior management in with his gym bag, this was time to put on a show! Collecting her things at lunch time, she flitted back and forth past his office all day, Harris Von Sohn was head of IT, a charming if awkward man, who was widely believed to be gay or asexual by the female staff members, he was imagined as everything from a sado-masochistic to a paedophile by his, more snide, male colleagues. It wasn't much to go on Valerie thought, but a shot a board member was worth anything.
As soon as Harris picked up his bag and headed for the gym, Valerie was there in a dash, she let Harris take his spot, which was, to her dismay, behind her fellow graduate Anne Ryan, Anne was pretty much everything Valerie was not, short, intellectual, loving and dumpy. To Valerie's reasoning what Anne needed was not a session in the gym but liposuction with industrial machinery, nonetheless working in expenses Anne was of use and Valerie had singled her out for special treatment early on.
Anne was dedicated to her fiancé David who she had met in school, he was, thought Valerie as equally fat, and pointless to the future of the human race as Anne, the thought of them in bed made her think of either eugenics or vivisection. Seeing his photo, which adorned Anne's desk like a golden idol, Valerie had warned Anne that should she ever displease her she would take and dump David in the blink of an eye, so now Anne cowered whenever she saw Valerie and no matter how deluded some of Valerie's expense claims were, they were always processed instantaneously.
Valerie sidled up to Anne who was attempting sit ups so laughable that it looked like she was partially paralysed.
"Move fat bitch, now!!" Valerie hissed and Anne scuttled away as fast as her legs could carry her.
Valerie stood with her back to Harris and spread her legs as wide as they would go, dipping her torso down so that her top rode up, groaning suggestively as she stretched, whilst simultaneously raising her ass high in the air. This was repeated, followed by grasping her ankles and placing her head between her thighs, with a flick of the tongue that was practically indecent, again followed by suggestive gasps and groans, now she was starting to get Harris' attention.
Next she sat on the mat facing Harris, with her legs apart, bending forward to give Harris a great view of her cleavage followed by putting her arms up and behind her head, and stretching back to show her nipples erect under the skin tight lycra.
Suddenly there was a crash in the background and a cry of pain, which broke everyone's attention, though she hadn't noticed it, it was not just Harris who was fixated on her frankly pornographic performance, to such an extent that one of her fellow graduates had mentally overloaded on one of the running machines and simply been fired off then back of it. Stunned though he was, it was nothing compared to seeing 10 men running toward him with bulging erections, though thankfully it was to help him, it was a vision he would see in nightmares forever after.
"Fucking dickhead" Valerie cursed under her breath and stormed off to shower and get changed, little did she know however, that something else had happened which would change her life. One of her more senior team members, Ritchie Metcalfe, had noticed Valerie returning from lunch with her bag and had taken up a spot in the cafe that overlooked the gym with his iPhone and had filmed Valerie's performance. Who knows, this might see him promoted, or probably given the Oscar for cinematography Ritchie thought, after posting it on social media, later that evening he briefly found himself to be more popular than Mark Zuckerberg or Kim Kardashian.
Though not entirely wise to the ways of social media herself it was not long before Valerie found out about her new found fame, but whilst some sympathised with her and others lusted after her, Valerie smelt the unmistakeable scent of opportunity. Rather than going straight to the head of HR, Joan Pierce, Valerie selected her understudy, Adrian Fitzsimons as the candidate to do her bidding, bursting into his office in a flood of tears triggered by 15 minutes holding onion slices to her eyes in the ladies she explained her predicament.
Backtracking in terror Adrian explained "This is certainly a case for Joan, I can't handle this"
"But you must" pleaded the tearful Valerie, "No-one else will look after me like you will, please, Adrian, please".
"Ah, uh, mmm, I guess I could, erm, ahh, have a word with Ritchie" stammered Adrian, desperately looking for a way out.
"Have a word with him!" Valerie exploded, "Imagine how the papers would react if they found out this is how Baughton, Masters & Schofield treat their female employees, you would be pariahs, a laughing stock".
Adrian could see no way out "What do you suggest then Val?" he asked.
Val! he had called her Val, she hated, utterly hated that.
"You must fire him, now! Make an example of him, show the world that Baughton, Masters & Schofield doesn't tolerate such behaviour" and stormed out in tears, but with a scornful grin on her downward looking face.
True to his word, Adrian dismissed an emotional and fully apologetic Ritchie who pleaded for his job, citing his long blemish free history with the company, wife, children and everything that came to mind, but it would do no good, he was gone. The reaction in the company was one of fear and horror and those who had the video deleted it instantly, they had heard the Siren's call, yet now saw the peril were one to get too close, creating a terrible imbalance between lust and fear, and that was just how Valerie like it. Now it was the time for more, and that meant Harris.
Weeks later came the office summer party and Valerie saw her chance, trailing Harris throughout the evening like a little dog following its master, she laughed at his jokes and those around him, however lame they were, whilst other male employees stayed well clear, no one wanted to be the next Ritchie.
Yet despite all her playfulness Harris would not bite, god damn it she thought to herself, all he had to do was order her to her knees and she would suck his cock right there and then. The evening wore on, and the alcohol began to add up on Valerie, thought to her disappointment the most Harris had gone for was a mocktail, as things began to break up she finally cornered him, sitting down next to Harris and, slightly drunkenly, putting her arm around him whilst running her hand up his chest.
