Payback [Eyesoffire and Taijitu]

[Taijitu]

Liz Fiorina was the sort of woman that if you called her a bitch, her reply would be “No shit, dumbass.” But you didn't become Executive Vice-President of Human Resources at a cable news network like Clearvision (motto: “We show you everything”) by being a shrinking violet. Everything about Liz was in your face, from her husky voice to her massive rack. She was a woman with serious curves that her designer business suits couldn't hide even if she bothered to button her blouses all the way. Liz had some junk in the trunk but she was no fatty. Even at 42, her stomach was still flat. There wasn't a single strand of gray in her long black hair. Her only concession to age was the pair of glasses she wore, frequently peering over them to glare at the peons.

Oh, how Liz loved to gaze down on the peons in their little cubicles. They looked like monkeys in cages. They made her so pleased to have her corner office with its breathtaking view of the city. It was her realm, rightfully conquered. She sucked up, backstabbed, and cockteased her way to exactly where she wanted to be. Being Executive Vice-President of Human Resources may not sound all that impressive, but Liz wielded a lot of power. More than any blonde bimbo reading news off a teleprompter or middle-aged blowhard comparing everyone he didn't like to Nazis. Talent could make noise and throw tantrums. But no one could make life hell like Liz. She could cancel the vacation you've been planning for six months or cut your workforce in half. She did in the past, for crimes such as getting the last Coke Zero out of the machine.

It wasn't all vindictiveness, Liz knew how to take care of herself. Clearvision had a lot of employees. That meant a lot of premiums to some lucky medical insurance company. Liz made sure she was properly wined and dined before making a decision. She altered performance reviews to make herself look better. Liz was even able to sweep a few sexual harassment complaints under the rug, for the right price. Her favorite personal perk was acting as the middle man between employees and accounting for travel expenses. Liz would add a few extra charges, get the money from accounting, give the employee what they had asked for, and keep the rest herself. With all the reporters and crew going all over the place for Clearvision, she had quite the nice scam going on.

In fact, Liz was looking to cash in this very day. As she strode through the cubicles she made sure to look around at what employees wore and what sort of things they had on their desks. No real reason, she just like making the grunts sweat over if they had screwed up somehow. Liz only had open thing not work related on her desk... a picture of her seventeen year old daughter, Lindsay. That girl was the second best thing to come out of her former marriage. The first was all the alimony she managed to squeeze out of that idiot she had married for the last decade. Now she didn't bother with men. Liz had discovered you could get more out of a man by making him think he'll get laid than by actually doing it. She made sure to teach that lesson to her daughter and so far Lindsay was a total cocktease just like her mom. No, Liz got her rocks off another way and when she saw her favorite source of entertainment, she smirked like the bitch she was.

Crispin was one of the younger accountants, not to mention one of the newest. He was one of those generic pretty boys, just the sort of type whose balls Liz loved to bust. His kind always seemed to come out of college so full of themselves. Then they enter the working world and find out they ain't worth shit. Liz felt it her duty to speed up the learning process.

“Listen up, Crispy, “Liz snapped as she reached his cubicle. “You better not be sitting there with your thumb up your ass! I want those travel expenses cashed out by the end of the day. People need their money!”

More importantly, Liz needed her money. She had her eye on the most darling Hermès scarf...

 

[Eyesoffire]

Crispin Destrider had slaved his ass off for over 6 years in a business school, one of the most prestigious ones in the state, working his way through the ranks from nobody to somebody (with honors). He didn't kiss ass, he never once complimented a professor and never did he cheat, it was all blood and sweat...not even a tear. He didn't suffer women either, sure he had the face and body for it, he was young, had the energy and he battled with his more basic desires, but he never acted on them openly. Porn was his thing, his only girlfriend, when he could have had others, was his right hand. His good friends knew it was because he had a thing for older women and being 26 he was close enough to most of the women he found hot.

His mind was a sharp one and to all his acquaintances he had a pleasant attitude he knew that smiles and laughs took him farther than anything else...but he had limits too.
The appearance of Liz so close to the end of the day was what made him wonder why the hell he was working on accounting for a cable new network...and one with such a stupid name like Clearvision, they sounded like they were perpetually advertising for eyeglasses. He looked up, eyes trailing over Liz's breasts before reaching her face, she made no effort to hide them, he made every single effort to make it seem like he didn't see them. Every time she spoke it was like she had both hands on his throat, shaking the life out of him as her full lips demanded he listened to her.

He nodded to her and smiled, "Yes Ms. Firoina." She made him call her that. He even gave her a thumbs up, showing her he understood and that his thumb was nowhere near his ass. He looked back down at his computer and licked his lips. The thing was that this day was different. Today, at precisely 3pm Crispin had realized that Liz was slapping on a few more numbers that went nowhere. He clued in after a phone call to establish the pricing and then double-checking it to see what the full price was. He noticed a few extra payments, unlike the rest off the bill they didn't show what the cost was for and he knew that only Liz got her hands on this information before he did. A single year of constant abuse from the woman would all be worth is when he saw the look on her face.

He waited until the day was done and the last employee said an exhausted farewell to Crispin. He looked up to see the light still on in Liz's office. He hadn't cashed out a single travel expense. Instead he printed the pages and walked to her door and knocked on it. He entered when she allowed him to and he walked right up to the table with a smirk on his pretty face, threw the papers down in from of her and walked around the desk to her side in the middle of the spacious office. "You want to explain this to me, Ms. Fiorina? How come there are prices here that don't make the ones the travel company had set even after I called them to confirm the numbers?" He tilted his head to the side like a puppy trying to understand. "How come we're paying more than we need to?" he knelt down to be closer to the pages and looked up at Liz. "I figured you'd be able to tell me." he said in a cock matter-of-factly voice. "Since you are the only one to get this information before it comes right to me."

 

[Taijitu]

Liz had been growing impatient waiting for Crispin. She had things to do, stuff to buy. But the twit still hadn't finished. Well, he could kiss his Christmas bonus good-bye. Liz stayed busy with meaningless paperwork as the worker bees left the hive for the night. She was sure to glare at the few who sheepishly waved at her, hoping to make them feel guilty for daring to leave on time.

Finally, Crispin entered her office. with a smirk on his face and walked right up to her desk like they were old pals. Liz was about to tear him a new asshole large enough to drive a truck through when he tossed the reports down and asked about the inflated expenses. No, it sounded like a question but Liz knew it was an accusation. How had he figured it out? What made him call about the charges? The boy was a sharp one and he had balls coming in here like that. But Crispin was still just an accountant while Liz was an Executive Vice-President. Those balls would get him buried.

“You little shitstain!” she snapped as she rose from her chair. “Don't you know who the hell I am? How dare you speak to me that way! Clean your desk out right now! Your ass is canned!”

Liz's chest was swelling with every angry breath as fire burned in her eyes. She had worked too hard to get where she was and she'd be damned if some bean counter was going to ruin it.

 

[Eyesoffire]

"Is that a new broach?" He said, looking right at her chest, an inch from her breasts. "The sun...oh it's that lovely, so reflective of you warm and bright disposition." Crispin did well to get out of her reach, he was sure she had no qualms about slapping him. However he continued to smile at her. "Well your outburst just there proves my point. All I have to do now is call the travel agency, get them to send me a fax of their papers and show the upstairs people the difference in numbers." He took his papers back. "I'll make sure to do that the moment I get in tomorrow morning." He looked back at her chest, she aroused him, though he didn't show it. "I'm sure the broach set you back, what? three hundred? Four hundred big ones? Like like ivory and gold to me. Where did you get that kind of money I wonder?" His grin grew and he turned to walk out the door.

"Oh, by the way, I'll clean it out tomorrow morning when I send this out to...well everyone higher then you in the company." he smiled and walked to the door. The image of her breasts bouncing flashed in his mind, how he would have loved to place his cock between them and have her rub him. He placed his hand on the door frame and turned. He gave Liz a lingering look and then spoke. "I could...always keep these papers with me...you know...keep this little thing between us. Perhaps even take them to the shredder on my way out tonight if you decide to be a good girl, Ms. Fiorina...and maybe help me relax a little after all your shouting." He raised an eyebrow and turned fully towards her, holding the papers in front of him.

"Better yet...I might just give these papers to you to dispose of them any way you wish." He grinned. Of course he had a copy of the files with all the numbers on his computer...which only logged in after he typed in his own personal password.

 

[Taijitu]

Liz tried to look enraged but while she was angry, she was also worried. Crispin had way too much information on her. She would get fired, probably arrested too. Even if she avoided jail she would most likely lose custody of Lindsay to her slug of an ex-husband. There was no way she could let all that happen. Luckily Crispin seemed to be willing to deal. She just wasn't to fond of his terms. Her skin had craawled when he leered at her chest. The man was pretty, but he was still way too low on the corporate totem to matter to Liz.

“You want to relax? I can get you extra sick days. Another week of vacation. This... misunderstanding has nothing to do with you.”

 

[Eyesoffire]

Crispin chuckled. "No, no, no...see you're right...this has nothing to do with me." he said, taking a step closer to her. "It's all about you...what you will do and say. How you'll say it and when." He moved closer to her and held the papers close to her hands, though his grip on them was still quite hard. He tilted his head to the side and grinned. "So I'd like to know, Ms. Fiorina, what would you do to save your ass...how far would you go? Once we've established that, then ask yourself, are you willing to go farther? He raised and eyebrow and held out the papers in front of her.

"I do need to relax, but that's secondary to all of this. Just tell me...would you do anything?"

 

[Taijitu]

Liz was seething. She wanted to rip that smirk off Crispin's face with her nails. Or stab him in the eye with her letter opener and take those papers out of his cold dead hand. But there would be no way she could get away with that. Besides, the smartass was too clever not to have a contingency of some kind. Liz noticed her jaw was starting to hurt from grinding her teeth together, she had to do something. Crispin already had her bent over figuritively. She just hoped he didn't take him long to "relax." Looking downard, Liz answered in a voice far quieter than any she had used in the office before.

"Yes."

 

[Eyesoffire]

Crispin placed the papers on her desk. "I will say nothing of this...you will keep on doing what you do and making that money and my mouth will remain shut...as long as you continue to satisfy me." He said, his hand were already on her hips, he'd walked behind her while speaking. Now he spoke into her ear. "I'm surprised at you, Ms. Fiorina, I expected you to be a bit more resilient." He whispered as he held her hips close to his own, her ass pressing against his crotch, keeping her out of reach of the papers. He looked up, "Good to know none of the cameras are pointed at your office, or even inside it...but the security guard is an avid voyeur...he might actually pay to see us." Crispin said, jerking her backwards with his hands on the word pay while his hips move forwards. His blood rushed, he could feel how hard he was getting, a few more moments and he'd be so uncomfortable in his pants.

"You realize what you're getting yourself into here, Ms. Fiorina...this contact won't be short. You still prepared to do anything?"

 

[Taijitu]

As Crispin spoke, Liz felt her skin crawl. As along as she continued to satisfy him? She thought one quick fuck would end this all. But the sick freak was wanting more, a lot more. Then he had the nerve to grind his disgusting crotch against her. It was way too much for her. Liz spun out of his grip and slapped Crispin hard across his face.

"On second thought, maybe you can go blow at guard yourself, perv!"

She grabbed the papers off her desk, crumpled them into a ball, and threw it at Crispin. She knew it was an empty gesture but she had to do it anyway.

"I was willing to be reasonable and cut a deal. But you're such a sick little fuck that you had to got too far!"

 

[Eyesoffire]

The ball of paper hit Crispin in the chest.. He barely noticed it, he only stood there, looking at Liz. "Very well." he finally said, shrugging. "I'll just print off another copy and have it shown to the big people upstairs. Good thing Frank interviewed me to get the job, you know Mr. Frank Wilkinson, Vice President of the company. Well he'll be happy to see me, he have me a hug when we were finished by the way...anyway, he'll be interested to see what I've got for him." He walked to the door, then turned again. "Oh and I think it should be me telling you to clear your desk out by tomorrow...also, better understand that you won't be having a desk to clear out for a long time in the future. What you did was a crime and those records tend to stick around for quite a while." He smiled. "But I'm sure you'll look ravishing in a MacDonald's uniform." With that he left her office.