A Bad Hiring Decision (FarFetched & JennaRP)

[JennaRP]

Angie - https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ee/07/5e/ee075e97043d213f5261e8841a3d7a80.jpg

Angie Rollins slid into the office around 10, one of the admitted luxuries of being the CEO of Ruff & Rugged, the dog toy and accessories chain she’d taken from nothing to a multi million dollar empire.

She wore a tight white button up blouse with a dark grey pencil skirt. Her DD breasts pushing and straining the buttons, but such was the life of a thick girl. She’d learned to embrace her curvy figure, using her elevated salary to buy a closet full of professional but pushing-the-line outfits.

Her black Jimmy Choo heels clicked through the lobby to the elevator, taking it up to the 24th floor. She owned the entire floor and was starting to build out extra space on the 25th. The floor was still empty but nearing completion, basically just needing her to settle on some decorative decisions.

She walked past the front and down a hallway, leading to her expansive office with a gorgeous view. She saw some financial reports on her desk, likely delivered by the new girl, Natasha. That girl was nothing like Angie, even an ex-con, which provided Angie with a nice little tax break.

She pushed the papers to the side and pulled up her private server, where she always ran the little program she’d had written on the black market to skim residual cash from the bottom line and stash it in one of her mostly anonymous accounts. They had grown into perfect little honey pots, financing her various purchases without impacting her salary. She smiled as she saw everything was still running smoothly.

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha Rominov - http://i.imgur.com/LzVaQvh.jpg

*Pop!* -went the bubble of Natasha's mint flavored, nicotine enriched, Chew-It-Then-Kick-It gum. The woman stared blankly ahead at her computer screen. Unlike a certain CEO, Natasha didn't get in at 10 am in the morning. She got in at 6:30, left an hour after Angie did, and her regular work day was nothing- absolutely nothing- besides crunching numbers like a calculator. It was exhausting.

But today, she wasn't. For the first time in a long time, she was waiting out her morning. A spreadsheet wasn't on her laptop- it was a terminal. This was the culmination tireless work. Natasha had been tracking down a weird rounding issue for months, now. There was so much red tape. Admin passwords to overhear, programs to sift through, processes to monitor. Sifting through a bunch of nerd garbage is what it was. Eventually, she managed to find an executable that didn't have any source code for it. Something that ran often. And wouldn’t you know it, whenever it was running, the discrepancy showed up.

About a month ago, Natasha recognized this straight off. She could tell immediately that someone was stealing from the company, and who ever they were, they were rookies when it came to coding. An actual developer would have just slipped this program into their code, where no one would be the wiser. That alone was interesting enough for her to not tell anyone. Instead, she bided her time. She began spending time during her workday monitoring the usage of the file, and stayed late after work to make up for the lost time. It was a grueling addition to her average workday, but it was worth it.

She managed to track down the User processing the file, the IP address, where the money was going… The culprit was clearly laid out to her. The first week into her research, she figured out the CEO of the company was behind it. But just confronting her about it was too easy. Instead, she let it keep going, and spent a month of carefully monitoring and fleshing out, every detail. This was more than just a scandal, this would ruin that bitch’s career.

But where was the fun in that? Natasha knew that her job was never going anywhere. Reporting the CEO to the government was the right thing to do- but where would she be after that? Still a 9-5 wage slave. No. Natasha had no illusions about being trapped like that again. She had better ideas. Bigger ideas.

This was going to be one hell of a gamble.

Half way through her workday, Natasha saved a file to a remote drive, printed out a small stack of papers, and took down the hallway. Leaning against the wall, she waited for Mrs Rollins to finish up a meeting. This was a conversation she needed the woman alone to have.

Overall, Mrs. Rollins was the kind of person Natasha hated most. Beyond just embezzling, which Nat herself could understand, the woman was a vain, shallow husk of a person. Natasha knew very well that she was just a pawn to the woman. As Mrs Rollins finished up her meeting, Natasha filed in just as the man left, unannounced. She may be a pawn, but Natasha had slowly, methodically worked her way to the other side of the board. And, as any good chess player would know, now was the perfect time to become a queen.

”Oh! Mrs Rollins, sorry to bother you.” She said in her work-voice, locking the door behind her. Natasha’s tone was delightfully sweet, bubbly and incredibly hard to keep up without vomiting. It was all a front she put up to stay employed. Her criminal record left everyone expecting her to be explosive, and vulgar. She hated doing it. ”Do you have a moment? I wanted to speak with you on a little discrepancy I found...” Carefully, she would lay out all the damning evidence for the woman to squirm over. ”It seems like someone has been skimming a little amount of money off of our bottom line for awhile now. I’m not sure how… Do you have any idea about this?”

 

[JennaRP]

Angie had just finished being briefed on some sales number from David, one of her VP’s, when she heard her door shut, looking up from her screen to see Natasha . Was that the lock? Surely not.

She sighed as the punk looking misfit approached her desk. The girl would be attractive and professional if she’d just tried, but it didn’t seem to be a priority. Angie didn’t think the two could be any more different as she took in the sight as the girl walked up with some papers.

As they were laid down, Angie sighed, loudly on purpose. “Natasha, I’ve told you, if you’re having troubles understanding the numbers, talk to Dav-“. She froze as she looked at what the papers contained, quickly flipping through them in an obvious moment of panic.

She tried to quickly recover as she cleared her throat, looking back up at Natasha. “Yes, I.. I can see that” she stammered. “Well, Natasha, this is certainly a wonderful discovery. I can assure you I’ll track him or her down and deal with it accordingly. You can just leave the papers here so I can deal with it.”

She tried to talk dismissively about the whole ordeal, but her voice was uncharacteristically shaky, her mouth dry. She could see her account numbers all over the papers and, there on the last sheet, her name listed next to them. ”Obviously my name is on these since I’m the CEO” she said followed by a nervous sounding laugh. She looked at Natasha and then nodded towards her door. ”Will that be all then?”

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha drank Miss Rollins’s panic in like fine, well cultivated wine. She wondered how far she could push her right now. How angry, how desperate would she make her boss, now that all the cards were in her hands? Quite far, she wagered. That stammering, wanton panic tugging at her boss’s lips were like music to the ex-convict’s ears.

”Oh, of course, you are the CEO, Miss Rollins.” She said brightly, leaning down to point out the very account number on he last page. ”Which is how I know that this is your bank account number.” She spread out another sheet, featuring a small access history. ”It looks like there was a private server running this… Oh, and here’s the IP address of your work computer. It looks like you ran the script this week. And last week, and last week...”

Natasha’s voice trailed off. She gained sadistically innocent smile to her lips. She had been waiting for this moment for the past six months. Prison had been terrible, but working life hadn’t been much better. Everyone treated her like a second class citizen. A freak. Now it was her turn to be on top. She was going to take full advantage of it.

Natasha casually walked around the desk, approaching her boss directly. Her hand slammed down on the wood in front of them with a loud ‘SLAP.’ She leaned in close and her eyes gained a dark, predatory look to them. Her polite veneer shed away like a snake sliding out of its skin. Quietly, she whispered into Angie’s ear: ”...You’re the one stealing the money, aren’t you?”

 

[JennaRP]

Angie felt a lump in her throat and her cheeks burning as Natasha flipped through the papers, pointing out little nuggets of damning data that she’d unknowingly left behind. IP addresses? Access history? Script execution logs? How did this girl know all this shit?!

Then Natasha was moving around the desk, an eerie confident swagger to her steps now as she moved in close. Angie bit her lip as she could almost feel the girl’s minty breath on her neck, jumping when the hand slapped down on her desk and she was accused of stealing.

Well of course it was her - with the data Natasha had pulled, she could convince anyone of that. Especially the board, and the authorities. But she hadn’t.. which was curious. If she was coming to Angie, then there had to be a reason. This wasn’t just an accusation for the sake of it.. this was a negotiation.

The revelation put Angie more at ease, a calmness coming over her. She could just buy Natalia off! All convincts want one thing... cash. And she had plenty of it, her salary with the embezzlement dollars on top. She could easily give Natasha a lump sum or, worst case in Angie’s mind, a recurring percentage of the take.

She faced Natalia, having convinced herself she now held some power in the situation considering she was the one with the money. She crossed her arms and eyed the girl. ”Yes, I’m stealing the money. It’s my company, it’s my money” she said as if it were a logical conclusion, albeit illegal. ”So then, Natalia, I suppose today is your lucky day then, hmm? You stumble on some numbers and go on your little exploration, and now you get the prize. So what is it going to be? A hundred grand? Will that keep you quiet?” She started, relatively speaking, at a small amount, figuring Natasha would surely come in over the top and they’d go through the dance, settling somewhere in the quarter to a half million range. A dent, but nothing she couldn’t recover from.

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha smiled. From the pocket of her petticoat, she produced a pencil-shaped recorder, with a bright red dot on the the tip. She pressed pause on it. Not only did she have damning evidence, she had Angie's confession. On tape. ”Oh. I will be taking a lot more than money, Miss Rollins.” She said, coolly. A hundred grand? An insult. This bitch was still treating her like someone she could manipulate. No, Natasha was the one calling the shots, now. If she was going to be taking something here, it would be everything.

The office employee casually sat herself on Angie's desk. ”For starters... I think a promotion is in order.” She found a found a fountain pen resting in a canister nearby. She played with it idly while she spoke, spinning it between her fingers. ”Personal secretary has a nice ring to it... Oh, don't worry about the salary. I'll be handling that, along with your other appointments.”

She leaned forward, a blatently sadistic grin settling on her features. ”For example, your new itinerary for today is to send out a company email, announcing my new job title.” Her eyes flashed up from her fiddling at the woman, sparkling with hellish elation.

Natasha's hand darted out, flicking the end of the fountain pen beneath Angie's chin. She tauntingly tilted Angie's head up, so she could get a better look at her, savoring the CEO's expression. Who in their right mind would give up a chance to humiliate their boss every day? Seeing the icy bitch defeated like this was way better than money. ”If I felt like it, I could make you lose everything. We both know this. So, from this moment on... You. Are. My. Bitch.” She cooed, letting every word fall into place with the finality of shackles clicking shut.

”Is that understood?”

 

[JennaRP]

Angie felt her breath catch as she listened to Natasha’s demands... though they were worded with much more finality. As she saw the recorder she cursed herself for being so careless. Even with the bulletproof data perhaps there would have been some kind of hope, now dashed of course.

She listened to talk of a promotion to personal secretary, though with how Natasha spoke it was obvious the secretary would be the boss. The realization was difficult for Angie, as a massive understatement. She winced upon hearing her ‘itinerary’ along with each final word, the BITCH at the end especially piercing to her.

She glared at Natasha for a moment, then pulled up her email. Her fingers flew on the keys as she angrily typed up the announcement to send to the office members. She was sure there would be questions, but she could deal with those. Her primary concern now was just making this Natasha annoyance disappear and not be a nagging thorn.

”Fine, it’s done, see?” she said as she pointed to the email in her sent box. It talked about how committed to excellence Natasha had been and how she would provide much more benefit to the company being by Angie’s side to contribute her valuable opinions. It was all bullshit fluff.

”Now you can just let me know your... salary.. and I’ll inform payroll. Beyond that I think we’re done, yes? I imagine you’ll just want to sit at home and collect your paychecks”. She was hoping for that, at least. The more Natasha was around, the more possibilities of a slip up, or Angie having a fit and doing something regrettable. ”I’ll hold up my end, tell people you’re working remotely on side projects for the company. It will be just fine.”[/color]

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha's smile disappeared. Watching Angie attempt to keep in control was cute... But unacceptable. Telling her to leave? Telling her how to act? Someone wasn't getting the picture here. The ex-convict briefly recalled how her life used to be- fighting just to keep herself from being mugged and raped back in prison. Just like in prison, she decided only way to settle this was to show them who was on top. Someone needed to be taught a lesson about the pecking order.

”No.” She said, in response to everything. She sat up straight again, looking down her nose at the pretentious Miss Rollins. ”You're not the one in control here. I'll be in tomorrow, deciding who you meet and have time for, while you sit here and look pretty.” Discarding the pen, she produced the recording device again, and picked up Miss Angie's office phone, dialing in a number.

It was the line to David's office. She held up the recording device to the speaker while it rang. ”In the meantime, lets make our relationship crystal clear.” Her thumb hovered over the 'play' button. ”Get out of your chair, get on your knees, and lick my heels. If you don't, I will press play.”

There was a 'click' as someone picked up the phone on the other end of the line. "Hello?" the two would hear David's voice saying. Natasha just smiled, waiting.

 

[JennaRP]

The direct and sudden no was certainly something that Angie was not used to hearing, nor did she ever like to hear it. She clenched her jaw in frustration and despair as Natasha laid out the plan, telling her to just sit there while Natasha decided who she would meet with. As if she knew anything about running this business!

She opened her mouth, only to pause when she saw the recording device and Natasha dialing. ”Wait.. don’t you dare-“ she started, suddenly hearing a voice on the other line as she was told to do the last thing she’d expected. Her skin crawled at the demeaning order. Licking a heel, was that some prison thing?

She heard David again. ”Hello? Angie?” he said as he obviously saw the call coming from her office.

”Hang up!” she hissed in a whisper, her heart pounding. David was so by the book and opportunistic he would turn her in in a heartbeat.

”Fine, jesus. Fucking absurd” Angie muttered, sliding out of her chair and to her knees. She sighed as she leaned down and actually slid her tongue out, grazing it over the top of Natasha’s heel, then again as she looked up. ”I’m doing it, now hang up the goddamn phone!”

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha watched happily as the woman got down on her knees, demeaning herself with her employee's shoes. She tilted her head to either side, as if deciding, then decided to speak into the phone. "Oh, Sorry, David!" She said sweetly, falling back into her fake, bubbly voice. As she did, she pressed the toe of her shoe closer to her boss's face. 'I didn't say stop.' she whispered, 'And I told you to lick, not taste.'

”Is that you, Natasha?” Came the voice on the other line.

"Mhmm! I was just testing out the phone." She said, twirling her finger around the cable between the handset and the box. She liked David, in a way. A bit picky, but he treated everyone the same. She preferred that. "You got Miss Rollin's email, yes?"

”Ah- yes actually.” There would the sound of clicking keys on the other line. ”Congratulations on your promotion. I didn't know Angie needed all the extra help.”

Natasha gave a light giggle. "It might have taken a little convincing. Anyways- I was just testing out the line. Sorry!"

”No trouble. Feel free to send me an email if you need any help, okay?.”

"Will do~! Byeee~!" She said, and finally did Angie the mercy of hanging up. She stood, looking down at the pathetic woman. Her voice shifted back to dominant. "You may stop now. I'm glad we could have this little talk." She said, moving to the door to unlock it. "See you tomorrow~" Natasha would chuckle darkly, before closing the door behind her.

Angela Rollins had made a very, very bad hiring decision.

 

[JennaRP]

Angie finally heard the phone click, pulling her mouth off the woman’s heel and wanting to spit. Her lipstick smudged from the humiliating task as she looked up at Natasha, hearing the stark contrast in her tone as she spoke to Angie again. It was nothing she’d heard from the girl before, making her shiver as she listened.

Thankfully, Natasha was headed to the door. It would give Angie some time to think as Natasha bod farewell for the evening, though tomorrow was another day, likely a long one if Angie didn’t figure something out. She’d offered such a large lump sum, and it was declined. She’d offered a free paycheck for no work... declined. Natasha was dangerous, unpredictable.

Angie went home that evening with her head spinning. To get a grip she wound up downing nearly an entire bottle of red by herself, finally the effects taking hold and passing out in her king sized bed in her luxurious home just a few miles from downtown, but in a private, gated community that was quite secluded even with its close proximity to downtown.

The morning came and Angie considered getting in early, but the bed was too comfortable. She woke again around 9 and considered just staying in bed all day, but she needed to take another shot at getting this mess resolved with Natasha. She decided she’d play along... look pretty... until she found a way to get the data cleansed and take away Natasha’s leverage.

She dressed as she normally would, black satin panties and matching bra, black thigh high stay ups, navy blue pencil skirt and a black blouse with some cute matching blue heels. She put her hair up in a bun, liking how it made her look a bit more assertive as she drove into the office, making her usual walk through to the elevator and on the way up, then striding down the hallway to her office.

 

[FarFetched]

While Angie slept, Natasha drove her pickup-truck into the office parking lot at 4am in the morning. Since yesterday she’d never stopped working- There was a lot to do! She had supplies to buy, plans to put in action, and control to put in place. All that had called for a dedicated all-nighter.

With bags in hand and bags sagging beneath her eyelids, Natasha was the first person in the office by a wide margin. She unloaded supplies from her truck onto a dolley, and took the elevator all the way up to the 24th floor. The way Natasha figured it, people would start going over her head immediately if she didn’t make any changes here. She didn’t ask to be a secretary so she could simply organize schedules, she was doing it to control the CEO. Some preparation would be in order.

Natasha stopped the dolley just outside Ms Rollin’s office, and produced a set of lockpicks. Once again, some of her past experience was proving to come in handy. She was through the door in a heartbeat, stepping inside. Natasha spent a good fifteen minutes combing through her boss’s office. Eventually- she found what she was looking for- a password book.

The ex-convict sat at Angela’s desk and fired up her boss’s computer. She logged in, and pulled up all of Angela’s accounts. She checked over each one, ensuring they were up to date, before copying them down on sheet of paper for herself. The email was the most important. Now Angela couldn’t send anything without Natasha knowing about it.

Next, she logged onto Angela’s private server, locating the mining program. While it was a nice source of extra money, Natasha had couldn’t jeopardize her plans. If she was able to find this, someone else would find it eventually. She couldn’t let that happen. She deleted the executable off of the private server using Angie’s account. As an added measure, Natasha changed her boss’s password to the private server, so she wouldn’t be able to access it herself.

Before logging off, she changed the administrator password on the computer, preventing Angie from installing anything without Natasha’s permission. She also added two tiny viruses, uploaded via a USB she had brought with her. The first was a Keylogger to track what the woman typed. The second, a VPN client that would let Natasha access Angie’s computer remotely, if the need arose.

Once she was done messing around on the computer, she turned her attention to the rest of the room. There was much more to be done.

When Angie finally arrived five hours later, she would immediately notice some differences. A desk had been set up just outside her office. Natasha was there with a full office setup, like a proper secretary. She was chewing two sticks of minty, nicotine-enriched gum to stay awake. As

Angie approached, her new secretary looked up at her and gave the woman a bright, innocent smile. ”Good morning, Miss Rollins~!” She said, in her false bubbly voice. ”I organized your morning schedule, you’ll find it on your desk!”

Inside, the CEO would find her workspace mostly unchanged. On her desk, a morning itinerary was indeed laid out for her. It actually seemed like she had a normal day was planned out. Since Natasha organizing it all ahead of time, she might have actually saved Angie some work.

The rest of Angie’s day would begin to proceed normally. However, it seemed like she wasn’t getting any calls on her work phone, which was unusual to say the least.

 

[JennaRP]

As she rounded the corner, Angie froze for a moment. The desk... office space, more like.. outside her office was a shocker. She saw Natasha sitting there, typing away as if it had been her job for years. Angie regretted not getting there earlier to put a stop to all of this, wondering how long it possibly could have taken the girl.

A fake smile on her face, putting up a happy image for everyone that could have been listening. “Thank you Natasha. Really, you shouldn’t have. And look at your desk.. so ridiculously close to my office” she said with a clenched jaw as she walked past and set her bag down.

Nothing looked obviously out of place as she looked around, but she was certainly suspicious. She logged into her computer and everything seemed completely normal, but she just felt on edge.

It wasn’t until around lunch time that she noticed she wasn’t getting any calls. She picked up her phone and definitely had a tone. She couldn’t remember the last day she’d gone through without even a call from a client or board member checking in. But she did seem to notice Natasha soending an odd amount of time on her phone.

”Um, Natasha.. could you come in here please? I seem to be having a problem with my phone, I wondered if you could be of assistance. When you have a moment..” she said with a snarky tone, as if Natasha should be busy. It annoyed Angie, knowing the surprisingly tech savvy girl had done something.

She decided to go check on her program as it should have run overnight. Her login to her server failed, making her check her password book and type it again, slower. Login failed. She scowled, looking out at Natasha, pulling up her chat program.

[/color]Get the fuck in here and undo whatever you did. I didn’t authorize you to get on my computer. How did you even get in here? she sent in an instant message, knowing she’d locked her door as she always did.

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha smiled. She noticed the phone first, it seemed. Natasha had switched out Angie’s phone line with a different number. One that only she knew. Of course her boss wouldn’t be getting calls. The original number went straight to the phone on Natasha’s new desk. She had been chatting with VPs and clients all day. Mostly, she was apologizing for the new appointment process, setting up meetings with Angie later in the day, and so on. She could hardly take over someone’s business with a phone line, but she could certainly direct it.

Still, it was cute asking seeing her boss request her so meekly. The woman caught her while chatting with a client on her phone. What Natasha had done was even worse than switching out her lines. But that was something Angie would only find out whenever she decided to call someone. That would be fun.

Next came a slightly less welcome surprise. Angie was trying to bark orders at her again, from a text box, no less. ’Will this bitch ever learn?’ she wondered to herself. Angela was still making demands, still acting like she was in control. Someone needed to be put in their place a second time. ”Ah, sorry.” She said quietly to the employee on the line. ”Miss Rollins needs to speak with me. I’ll call you back.” She hung up on the man and stood, rolling her neck as she walked inside.

She locked it behind her.

”Yes, Miss Rollins? What seems to be the issue?” She asked, taunting the woman by feigning innocence. ”If it’s trouble with your computer, I’m sure I can give you a tutorial on using Microsoft Word correctly~”

Inwardly, Natasha was tensing up like a tiger about to pounce. Her bitch seemed to have found the confidence to cuss her out. Natasha needed to pull that willpower out from under her. But at the same time, she also wanted to see just how angry this woman could get. How rash would she become before Natasha turned the tables on her again?

 

[JennaRP]

Angie wore a pissed off scowl on her face, tapping her expensive heel impatiently on the floor as she waited. It was a look that generally scared her staff, but it didn’t even seem to phase Natasha as she strolled in seemingly at her leisure.

”Drop the fucking act” Angie hissed, cheeks slightly reddened and breathing quick. She stood from her chair and approached Natasha since the door was shut and locked. She wasn’t a fighter, but she had a bit of size on the smaller girl. Sure, Natasha was in prison, but it seemed like for white collar stuff. Maybe she could at least intimidate the girl and show her she wasn’t messing around.

She moved closer, her large breasts threatening to make contact SS she stared into Natasha’s eyes. ”Now you look here, Natasha” she said with the bitchiest, meanest tone she could muster. She was like a small animal attempting to look big, but Natasha didn’t have to know there was no bark to the bite. ”I’ve held up my end of this bullshit deal. You have a cushy job and a ridiculous salary, you can come and go as you please. But that’s it! You don’t get to fuck with my computer, come in my office without my permission, redirect my goddamn phone. You need to change it all back. NOW!”

She emphasized the last word with a finger pointed against Natasha’s chest, poking her and glaring at the woman.

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha watched her boss impassively as she began to rant at her. As Angie began to stomp up to her, the ex-convict had to fight to keep a straight face. Did she think a couple of extra inches and a mean face was really all it took to cow her? Natasha may have been a bit smaller, but the shoulders hiding beneath her loose collared shirt were wide for a reason. Even white-collar criminals had to survive with the murders in jail. Prison had taught her to stay in shape, and how to use that muscle to stay on top.

As soon as Angie had the gall to poke her, she sprung into action. With both hands, Natasha would grab the Ms Rollins by the collar of her blouse, pull her downwards, and bring her knee up to savagely ram into the CEO's solar plexus. It was a blow strong enough to knock the breath out of a person, especially if they weren't prepared. Hopefully, it would be enough to silence her for a few moments. Natasha couldn't have the woman calling for help.

"Shut up." She would breathe, producing one of a couple zip-ties she had brought along for just such an occasion. Using her momentum, she would attempt to turn Angela around and slam her against a wall. Her hands would grasp at her boss's wrists, forcing them behind her back so she could stick them together with a zip-tie.

Once restrained, Natasha would drag the woman across the room, push her boss back into her chair, and grip her throat tightly. She'd stare at her a second, before casually reaching over to the woman's desk, and selecting the fountain pen from yesterday. Natasha would press the point of it into Angie's throat, hard enough to cause a trickle of blood. As she spoke, her voice sounded steely, yet even and composed. "If I hear one scream out of you, this is going right into your windpipe. Do you understand? Nod." She ordered. This was how you made a power play.

 

[JennaRP]

No one would ever mistake Angie for a particularly tough person. She was raised in the suburbs, an easy life that led all the way up to that moment in her office. She’d never really been struck before. The blow to her stomach was a shock, opening her mouth to scream in response but there was simply no oxygen there. She saw spots as she was dragged around, hardly able to stay up as her wrists were suddenly restrained with something tightly.

Pushed to her chair was when things got scary for Angie. She saw the pen from yesterday, never having thought of it as a weapon until it was poked to her neck, feeling a trickle of blood run down her throat. Her cheeks pulsed as she tried to struggle against the zip tie for a moment, which caused the pen to again poke her, making her sit still.

She slowly nodded in response to Natasha’s order. She was afraid of what would be going on that may make her scream, but she was in no position to negotiate. Her bluff had been called and now she was in an even worse position. She didn’t know if she’d be sucking on a foot again.. at that moment it seemed like it would be merciful.

Her breathing finally started to settle down as the oxygen came back. She cleared her throat and shook the loose hairs from her face, obviously unable to do it with her hands as she stared at Natasha.

 

[FarFetched]

"Good." Natasha would remove the pen from her boss's neck. Her hand, however, would stay where it was on her throat. "First off. Why would I let you continue to steal money, after you've been caught once?" She asked, as if scolding a child. "If I could figure this out, someone else will do the same, eventually." Natasha's free hand would drift down to her boss's skirt. Her fingers would slip under the waist- part of it, and begin pulling it down and off of her body.

"If someone else exposed you like this..." She'd say, removing the Angie's black thong. "Well, it would be hard to have any fun if you were arrested." Natasha would produce two more zip-ties from her bag. "Lift your legs, bitch."

Should her captive comply, Natasha would grab her boss's legs, and zip-tie her ankles to either arm of the chair she was sitting in. With two simple strips of reinforced plastic, her ass and pussy would be totally exposed. Natasha looked on at the display with unrestrained sadism in her eyes. It was no secret that the ex-convict was enjoying this. Humiliating her boss was beyond addictive, even if it served a purpose. She could get used to doing this...

"I think the problem is you are far, far too greedy. Let us teach you a little humility." As she spoke, her fingers would reach between the Angela's legs. Two fingers would gently caress the inside of her boss's petals, toying with the tender entrance like a plaything. Even lower, Angela would find something invading her back door, as Natasha began pushing the blunt-end of the fountain pen into the CEO's puckered ass.

 

[JennaRP]

Angie hadn’t expected to have her skirt worked down and off, and certainly not her panties. She sat there with her legs tightly together as she was scolded for what had been a highly successful little operation netting her well over a million dollars through various accounts. Successful until Natasha came along, at least.

Her mind wasn’t allowed to dwell on that as her legs were roughly spread and, to her horror, ziptied to the arms of the chair. She’d never realized just how sturdy the plastic was as she tugged on it, not being able to budge. Her eyes wide as she looked curiously at Natasha, wondering if this was another psychological deal like with the phone, making her do something so she could be released.

She squirmed as she watched Natasha’s hand move down to her freshly waxed mound. She liked to stay smooth as it felt sexy, and feeling sexy was an element to feeling powerful and confident. Now she regretted it as she felt her pussy manipulated and teased, biting her lip to try and take her mind elsewhere. This was humiliating enough, she didn’t need to show any signs of arousal to make things worse.

Her body jerked, however, when she felt something further south, where it had always been exit only. Something pushing and the pressure building. She clenched as hard as she could but the narrow object slipped through, her ring clenched around it.

”H-Hey! Natasha! Stop this! You can’t-“ she whisper shouted, being cut off when it went a bit deeper and made her shiver. She was trying to push it back out but she had no leverage.

That distraction had slipped her mind from focusing on the rubbing to her pussy, hearing the telltale sound of a finger gliding through humiliating wetness as her body began to respond, much to the dismay of her mind. ”Natalia, please! You’ve made your point!” she was in an state of panic as she frequently saw shadows moving outside the blinded windows by her door, faint sounds of voices outside as the office was getting busier.

 

[FarFetched]

Begging only seemed to embolden the pink-haired sadist as she continued to molest Angie. "You aren't in control here~!" The secretary chimed in, then taunted her. "You're getting wet, aren't you?" Ignoring Angie's begging, her fingers plunged inside Angie's pussy. The pair of fingers hooked upwards, pressing and rubbing against the bound woman's g-spot. She'd continue rhythmically sliding her fingers, but only until she heard a moan. Not willing to give Angie any sense of relief, she would stop before the woman could actually reach completion.

"Hmph. What a slut." She'd say, removing her hand from the CEO's pussy and taking her cellphone out. She aimed the camera at her bound, aroused victim and snapped a photo. That would make some tasty blackmail. Putting the phone away, she opened a drawer at her boss's desk and found a pair of scissors. Finally taking mercy, she would reach behind Angie's back and cut the zip-tie around her wrists.

Just the zip tie around her wrists.

Carelessly, she'd throw the scissors to the ground on the far side of the room, by the door. "Your next appointment is in an hour. Lunch break." She picked up her boss's panties on the floor, taking them with her. "Try to look presentable by then."

With a dark smile, she'd open the door just enough to slip through, then shut it behind her. The rest would be Angie's problem.

 

[JennaRP]

As if the humiliation of being fingered with a pen in her ass while tied in her office wasn’t bad enough, Angie was getting incredibly aroused. She’d been too busy to take care of herself at home for a while, and it was showing as she moaned and writhed in the chair. Hands balled into fists behind her as she felt an orgasm coming on and then... nothing. Natasha backed away and it left Angie on the edge, unsure if she should be glad she hadn’t finished or more frustrated.

She was looking at Natasha when it was too late to realize a photo was being taken. Swollen, puffy pussy lips slightly separated from the arousal on display as she inadvertently looked at the camera before looking away, trying to hide herself. The damage was obviously done. She was already in a deep hole but kept shoveling it seemed.

Her hands finally freed only to watch the scissors be tossed away and her left alone. ”That bitch!” she hissed as she took stock of her situation, wondering how she would get to the scissors.

A subtle shift and the solution was clear, groaning as she slid her hand down past her sensitive pussy and to the pen lodged in her ass still. It was sharp enough to draw blood, so it was her best choice rather than tipping the chair over. She gasped as she started to draw it from her ass, the burning sensation coming back, her asshole puckering back as it slid out.

It took her a while before she was able to puncture the zip tie with the pen, a tedious process for sure. Finally, though, she was freed. She took a few tissues from her drawer and wiped her wet thighs and pussy dry before fixing her makeup, trying to compose herself. She didn’t know how she would face Natasha now, but she apparently had an appointment.

She stood and straightened out her hair before walking to the door, feeling so awkward without any panties on. She was worried somehow her skirt would drift up or she would somehow manage to expose herself.. a silly concern but it was all she could think about with the uncovered feeling. She got to the door, opening it to flash a scowl at Natasha. “I’ll be heading to my lunch appointment now” she said as she carried her bag with her, fully planning not to return to the office for future torments. She needed to get her head wrapped around this ever evolving situation.

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha frowned a little as her boss exited the room. It looked like she got out easier than expected. There was still more willpower to take from the woman, it seemed. She returned to going through the woman's emails. That was fine, though it meant there was still some rebellion to squeeze out of her boss.

Just walking in there and forcing her against a wall wasn't cutting it, though. This was going to require some creative. Natasha would have to get a little more personal. "Of course, Ms. Rollins~ Have a safe trip." She chimed in, watching her leave. What Nat didn't say was that her hour before her next appointment was her boss's lunch break. Her next appointment wasn't exactly out-of-office. Needless to say, she did not expect her to be back for the day.

This was fine and well enough, she thought, beginning to push her remaining meetings until tomorrow. Natasha really needed an early day, herself. At this point, the ex-con was running mostly off of nicotine and concentrated malevolence. She had to sleep sometime.

Besides. It wasn't like her Boss had anywhere to run.

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Regardless of weather or not Angie decided to come in to work the next day, she would receive a text message on her cellphone. It was a picture Natasha had taken the day previous, at that one, perfect moment her boss had chanced a defeated look at the camera.

Natasha: Uploaded <ChairSlut.jpg>

Natasha: i was thinking about posting this on an amateur porn site, its a great look for u~

Natasha: unless u want me to upload this, answer me

Natasha: are u my bitch?

 

[JennaRP]

Angie laid in bed the next morning, having tossed and turned all night and endured the strangest dreams. Natasha was prevalent in nearly all of them, and Angie had woken oddly drenched in both sweat and arousal. She couldn’t be around the girl that day, but she had so many meetings she really didn’t have a choice but to head in.

She rolled out of bed and saw the series of text messages. The picture, which she had hoped would never see the light of day. She looked so slutty and helpless, just playing right into Natasha’s desires for the humiliating picture. If just seeing it weren’t bad enough, her mouth went dry as she read the threat, finished with an ultimatum to respond or have the embarrassing picture posted on the internet. She obviously couldn’t risk that. Her face was clearly shown, unmistakably Angie.

Angie: don’t even think about it! Delete that!

She struggled with the text she knew she would have to send in order to avoid the posting of the picture. Eventually, she saw no other option.

Angie: fine, I’m your bitch. Whatever. Delete the fucking picture, Natasha. I’ll be in the office shortly for my afternoon meetings.

She stuffed her phone in her purse, not wanting to see what baiting responses would come from such an admission. She got dressed, not wanting to risk a skirt again as she wore navy blue dress pants and a black blouse. She didn’t want to give Natalia the pleasure of anything provocative underneath, wearing just a cream colored satin pair of scrunch back panties and matching, plain bra as she drove to work and made her way up to her office. She was dreading facing Natasha, but hoped acting unphased by it all would somehow take the fun out of it for the girl. [/color]

 

[FarFetched]

Natasha’s apartment wasn’t anything special- a one room studio apartment with a closet and bathroom. The floors were bleached white, with cheap lines of fake linoleum wood covering the floor. Natasha hadn’t made enough to furnish her apartment with more than a couple chairs, a table, and a couch that had been her bed for the last few months.

Natasha decided to come in late friday morning. She needed the extra few hours to rest. Ironically, this would still bring her in an hour earlier than her boss. She couldn’t wait to start coming in at the same time as her, but she didn’t have enough control over the woman yet. But, that begged the question, how much control was enough?

The pink-haired girl grabbed a cup of coffee, spending her extra morning time at her own pace. Wearing only a white wool tank-top and her underwear, she was hardly ready for the day, but prep time could come after a warm cuppa. She put her feet up on the table as she flicked through her texts.

‘I’m your bitch.’ That was a start, but not enough. This wasn’t enough control. She needed more. She sent back two texts.

”Natasha:good girl. we both kno i wont delete it tho >”

”Natasha:show me what ur wearing 2day. it better b cute”

Natasha smirked at her own message, and got ready for the day. When she finished getting dressed, infuriatingly, she didn’t see a response. And after she drove all the way to work, she didn’t see a response, either. That was… unacceptable. How dare that bitch not respond to her!? In that moment of fury, Natasha realized exactly how much control she needed to have over her boss. She needed all of it; there was no upper limit. Anything less than a constant grasp on her would breed disobedience, and eventually betrayal.

Sitting at her desk outside Ms Rollins office, Natasha began plotting for the day. Infuriatingly, her boss came in wearing pants, of all things. This earned Angie a harsh glare from her Secretary. They didn’t even read Natasha’s text. Ms. Rollins thought they could escape from Natasha by ignoring her. She couldn’t have been more wrong- Natasha was a dangerously obsessive sadist. Disobedience was unacceptable and emboldening.

It would not stand.

The CEO’s day would progress normally. So long as they themselves didn’t attempt any acts of rebellion against Natasha, of course. Unbeknownst to Angela, Natasha would be keeping a close watch on the woman’s activities and computer usage. A few calls from clients would even be made to Ms Rollin’s work phone, though if asked, it would seem er Secretary was the one who put them through to her line. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like Natasha wouldn’t be making a move today.

That evening, however, would be a different story.

 

[JennaRP]

Angie felt the scowl from Natasha as she walked into her office, but she didn’t even give it a second look. She walked in and shut her door, exhaling as she had some privacy and thankful for the door. She smirked as she saw her phone and the messages, the scowl making more sense now.

Angie: Sorry! Must have missed these!

She chuckled to herself as she sent the text, placing her phone back down as she went about her day. It was an oddly normal day, Angie jumping slightly anytime she would hear Natasha’s voice or see movement outside her door. But, all in all, nothing too exciting happened.

As the day was wearing down, Angie just could not get the nagging thoughts from her head. Ever since she’d been tied to the chair and touched by Natasha her mind was just a mess. Even in her dreams, it was this constant buzz that she couldn’t get rid of.

Finally, around 430, she figured everyone was mostly gone. She hadn’t heard nor seen Natasha for a while and figured the girl had just checked out early. Angie bit her lip as she opened a browser and put it to incognito mode. Nobody can see what you’re doing in that mode, she thought, so she figured she was safe to let out a little tension before heading home.

She finally decide to scratch the itch, heading to red tube and, instead of the normal Herero porn, she found herself browsing lesbian videos. Everything seemed bland until she got to the bondage section and her body tingled. It was like a metal detector going off. Just watching one of those she figured would calm her. She opened a few until she found one of a girl tied down, clamps on her nipples, a toy in her ass and there, her Mistress grinding on her face as she squirmed. It was demented and messed up for her to watch, like a kidnapping victim watching videos of people being taken, but it was what her mind was in need of for whatever reason.

She turned the volume up just a bit so she could hear, then sat back in her chair, slowly starting to rub herself over her pants. Eventually she opened them up and rubbed over the white satin panties, moaning softly and quietly as she watched. [/color]