Sarah strode down the corridor, past Victoria’s PA and pushed open the door of her office. She stormed in without knocking and stood over her colleague.
‘I told you to report this morning. You’re overdue.’
Victoria looked up at her over her glasses.
‘Fuck off, sweetie. I’m busy.’
Sarah stared down at her.
‘I understand. I’ve been busy too, which is why I’m giving you a chance to get your ass down to my office.’
But Victoria didn’t move.
‘I don’t think you heard me, sweetie. Get the fuck out and leave me to get on with my work.’
‘I think you’re forgetting what happened last night.’
Victoria stood slowly and walked round her desk to confront Sarah.
‘That was private, this is business. Now clear off and take that pet of yours with you.’
Sarah moved closer.
‘I think you’re forgetting the film we made. Do you want that broadcast?’
Victoria laughed in her face.
‘You can’t threaten me, sweetie. You’re not so perfect yourself. There’s plenty about you that people would be interested to hear.’
She immediately dropped to her knee and pushed her hand up Sarah’s skirt, taking her crotch in a vicious claw, digging her nails deep into the delicate flesh of her lips. Sarah barely flinched.
‘Want to play, do you, Ms Wellings?’
Victoria’s response was to twist her fist and pull hard.
Again Sarah’s face showed no reaction. Instead she gripped Victoria’s hair and pulled her face closer, before kissing her hard on the lips.
Taken by surprise, Victoria momentarily loosened her grip, allowing Sarah to knock her hand away. Before Victoria could recover, Sarah pushed her backwards onto the desk and, as Victoria’s legs rose, she pushed up her skirt, pulled down her panties and pinned her legs up against her shoulders. Dropping to her knees, she buried her face in Victoria’s crotch. Pushing her legs apart, she bit hard into Victoria’s damp flesh. Victoria squealed so loud that her PA rushed in, saw what was happening and retreated smartly to her desk. Sarah continued to gnaw, savouring the tang of the blood as her teeth tore the flesh of her clit. The more Victoria squirmed, the harder Sarah chewed. Gradually Victoria’s cries of pain mingled with moans of pleasure.
The sounds from Victoria’s office carried down the corridor and attracted others. Managers, PAs, messengers and the ever present girls from accounts, they all clustered at the doorway watching the two managers on the desk.
Eventually, Victoria came with a great shudder, screaming as she sprayed Sarah’s face. Sarah rose, Victoria’s blood trickling from her lips and her face glistening with her nectar. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stared around at the spectators in triumph.
‘Ms Leventhal, go back to your desk and post a copy of your film on the intranet.’
She followed her PA back to her office, leaving Victoria sprawled on her desk, her legs splayed and her dripping cunt on display for all to see. Back in her office, Sarah checked through her inbox.
While she had been eating out Victoria, in another part of the building Erica Samuelson had been sitting at her desk thinking. She had done a lot of that recently, too much in fact, ever since that fateful day when she agreed to take on Ms Zoe Leventhal as her PA just as a stop gap while her regular PA was on sick leave. Knowing what she knew now, Zoe had treated her gently. She had not subjected her to a full frontal assault like her colleagues had endured. No, she had been polite and respectful, always modestly dressed and demure in her behaviour. But somehow within a couple of days they had begun to have the most intimate conversations. After that, it was just a matter of time before things became physical. Zoe had admired Erica’s choice of clothes and managed to caress Erica’s entire body under the pretext of checking their fit. Then Zoe had brought up the subject of underwear and contrived to show hers to Erica. Erica was still puzzled at how their first spontaneous kiss came about, but she was sure – almost sure – that she had not initiated it. It began with a discussion about the feel of different lipsticks. And it was a few days after that that another kiss had led to Zoe undressing Erica and licking her pretty much all over before settling down to nibble her clitoris in a way that Erica had never experienced before.
This was all deeply unsettling. Erica had always been proud of the way that she had maintained a stable and happy marriage, brought up three children and become a senior manager. She had always regarded her life as completely fulfilled. She had no need to turn to anyone else sexually. Her husband, although like her approaching retirement age, was now more experienced in understanding and satisfying her needs. She counted herself lucky.
But now … Yes, now she was having to reappraise things. That one session with Zoe had exposed her to sensations she had never known existed. Feelings she had been deprived of for her whole life. And feelings that had been engendered by a woman. She was unsettled. She had been happy before, but how could she be happy now? She was questioning everything she had held dear, even her own sexuality. This must be just an aberration, a temporary one, a result of being taken unprepared and unawares. What she needed, she had decided after much careful thought, was to get this out of her system and get back to where she had been before. But she did not know how she could do that. Until … Yes, until she heard rumours of what was happening. Of how Sarah had tamed Zoe. Of strange changes occurring in the other managers who had been subject to Zoe’s attentions. First, Jayne and now Victoria.
Eventually, she plucked up courage to send Sarah a short email.
‘Hello, Sarah
Sorry to trouble you, but (as you probably know) I was one of the victims of your present PA, Ms Leventhal. I have heard wonderful things about the way that she has been transformed under your tutelage and that she has been making amends, as it were, with her previous managers.
I don’t know if you were planning to contact me, but if not I would be grateful if you included me in your plans. I have found the whole episode to be quite unsettling and would welcome the chance to re-establish my equilibrium.
Best wishes
Erica’
Sarah read the email with amusement. She had not forgotten Erica, but had intended to leave her until last. Still, since she had asked, why not let her be next? She fired off a reply inviting her to her house that evening. Just as she finished, a ping announced the arrival of another email, this time from Martha Sturgeon, head of HR.
‘Sarah, love, what is going on? I’m hearing the most salacious rumours about something involving Victoria. Accounts are in turmoil – no surprise there – even the cleaners say they feel randy when they go near that section. OK, so that last bit was a joke, but you know what accounts are like. Word in the washrooms is that Zoe’s victims are getting their own back, with your help. Is that true? Do tell.
In haste, Martha.
PS I suppose you’re not using this as a way of getting one up on all your colleagues by any chance. That would be delicious.’