Amanda and Allison had been on-again, off-again enemies throughout
their careers
at the ad agency, there was no denying that. However, Amanda couldn’t
help but
admit, to herself, that there was a strong underlying sexual tension
that seemed
to raise it’s head whenever they argued. Amanda had had these feelings
since her
senior year of college, where she experimented briefly with a timid
first year
student she had met at orientation. Amanda forced herself to suppress
these
feelings through hard work and determination, since to openly admit to
her
attractions could jeopardize her fast-paced rise through the ranks at
D&D. How
many times had she had Allison’s shaky career in her hands, and not
taken
advantage of it? She couldn’t count the missed opportunities. Yet, here
it was,
happening again. She wouldn’t allow this good fortune to escape her
grasp yet
again. Allison had lost her job at the agency due to a severe drinking
problem, yet
here she was, asking–begging actually–Amanda for one more chance.
Amanda,
sensing the sexually-induced panic she always felt when she and Allison
were
alone in her office, hemmed and hawed to allow the nervousness to
utterly
consume this frightened little doe trembling before her. Satisfied, she
finally
agreed to allow Allison on more opportunity to prove herself. As a
matter of
fact, since she would be flying to Denver to meet with a huge client,
she would
insist on Allison coming with her. To this, Allison gratefully agreed. Allison’s debts had grown enormously, thanks to her joblessness and
drinking.
She promised herself she would do absolutely anything to keep her job
this time.
She had lost her dignity long ago, so nothing Amanda expected was
beyond
exception. The flight wasn’t good, nothing had gone right. Allison had lost her
small
purse, including all money and credit cards. she knew her performance
on this
trip would decide her future. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t fuck this up,
she
thought to herself. The flight landed on time, and the hotel check-in
went
quickly, so everything seemed to be looking up. Amanda had made it
clear up
front that Allison’s role in this venture would be severely limited, so
she knew
she would be relegated to secretary and nothing more. Still, she was
grateful. By 3pm, the meeting was over. Amanda had made a superb presentation,
and the
client was pleased. Papers were signed. Amanda invited Allison out to a
nearby
restaurant foe a small victory dinner, at which she knew her move would
be made.
Over drinks, Amanda began. “you did an adequate job earlier, amazing
what a
sober head can accomplish,” Amanda smirked, “try staying that way and
you just
might keep your job longer than the usual length of time…a week is
about the
record, isn’t it?” Amanda laughed. Allison managed a weak smile. She
had to put
up with it, she had to. After they were finished, Amanda insisted that
Allison
follow her to her room, a proposal Amanda knows commits her to going
through
with the plan. At the door, Amanda fumbles nervously with the key. Once
inside,
she directs Allison to sit on the bed. “Have a seat,” Amanda orders.
“Time and
again you have fucked up and I have always taken you back, and here we
are once
more. I think it’s about time you showed me a little gratitude for my
generousity.” Allison begins, “I really am grateful, I… ,” Shut up!”
Amanda
barks. “I’m not finished! It’s about time you give a little.” Amanda
sits on the
bed next to Allison and places her hand on Allison’s knee. Getting only
a blank
stare in return, she slides her hand up and inside Allison’s thigh. At
this,
Allison jumps. “What are you doing?” Allison demands. “Sit back
down…NOW!”
Amanda hisses through clenched teeth. Slowly, Allison complies.”It’s
about time
you understood–there are two kinds of people in this world, those with
power,
and those without it. I have it—you do not! I suggest that you be a
little
more cooperative unless you want to find yourself in a job where your
biggest
worry is counting your tips at the end of another shift.” Amanda
states. “This will be our little secret,” Amanda continues,” and you will keep
it. After
all, who would take you seriously? A drunk with documented mental
problems. That
would put you on the losing end of any embarrassing harrassment charges
you’d
care to make!” Allison sits, blinking, and not quite accepting her
situation.
Allison finally finds her voice. “Are you saying—” Allison begins.
Amanda cuts
her off. “I am saying that your future with the company depends upon
how
cooperative you are to me tonight.” Amanda reaches for Allison’s blouse
and
attempts to unbutton it. Allison stops her. Angrily, Amanda rises to
her feet.
“You selfish, stupid little bitch. Either you get undressed and do what
I want,
or I’ll leave your worthless ass here to get back to L.A. on your own.
And
you’ll find yourself without a job. Not only that, you are 3 months’
behind in
rent. I should have kicked you out long ago. And considering how you’ve
managed
to alienate everyone you seem to know, I doubt that even little prick
Billy
would take you in!” Amanda gives this a moment to sink in. Allison,
visibly
shaken, tries to speak. “I…I’m not like that. I mean, I’ve never been
with a
woman. Please, if we can just sit down and talk for a min—-.” Amanda
grabs her
purse. “I’m going down to the lobby. You had better think about what I
just said
long and hard. I’ll be back in exactly 30 minutes. When I get back, I
expect to
find one of two things. When I walk in, you will either be gone, which
means no
job, or, you will be in that bed—naked and waiting for me!” Amanda
turns and
storms out. Down in the lobby, Amanda is nervously caressing her drink, wondering
if she
wouldn’t have been better off frequenting a local escort service as she
did back
in L.A., where attractive women would do as she wanted for a price. But
she knew
that Allison was the one she wanted. She could only hope that she had
the upper
hand. She knew that Allison could very well go public with this. Amanda
could
only hope that Allison was just scared enough to give in. But Amanda
knew as
well that this was more than just sex. It was power. Forcing Allison to
submit
to her in a most degrading way. At this thought, Amanda licked her
lips. That’s
what she wanted. Amanda finally drains the last of her drink and heads upstairs.
Unlocking the
door, she steps inside. Rounding the corner, she looks up… and a
deeply
satisfying smirk crosses her face. Allison is in bed, with the snow
white sheet
framing her ample breasts. Amanda quickly undresses and climbs into
bed,
instantly mounting Allison. “Open your legs.” Amanda whispers. Allison
complies.
“The ultimate act of submission.” Amanda hisses quietly. She busies
herself with
Allison’s delicious body, kissing and sucking her breasts. She kisses
Allison
deeply on the lips. From there, she moves down Allison’s firm tummy,
kissing and
licking as she goes. Finally, Amanda buries her face between Allison’s
silky
thighs. She tastes her completely, licking her legs, hands, ears.
Amanda climbs
on top of her prey once again, this time sliding one of her legs
between
Allison’s. The rub together for the better part of an hour, climaxing
only
seconds apart. After a few minutes of kissing, Amanda finaly rolls
over, next to
Allison. They talk for awhile, with Amanda making it clear that expects
future
excounters with Allison. “You can have a solid career, but only if you
understand that the game is played my way.” Amanda says. “Once we get
back,
you’ll get back your job as junior executive. And that sofa in my
office will
see some good use, do you understand me?” Allison slowly nods her head.
The next
morning they fly back to L.A., with Amanda firmly in control, and
knowing that
this was only the beginning.