‘You don’t understand at all, do you? No matter how “classic” a shoe is, next year’s version will be slightly different, somehow. You know, when you talk about “classic” styles, you sound just like Humpty-Dumpty Dumphries or Slimy Sophie Sharpe.’
‘Fuck you!’ Rupert sounded livid. ‘Just you wait. When Ms Amanda makes me a VP, you’ll see how we’ll run things around here. There’s always the bottom line to think of, remember!’
‘Fuck you! Ms Amanda make you a VP? That’ll be the day.’ Paul’s voice rose even louder. ‘I’ll be your boss any time now. Ms Amanda and me, we have a special understanding. She recognises real talent when she sees it.’
‘You think you have a special “in” with Ms Amanda? I’m the one she’s relying on to help her save Forsythe Footwear. Her and me – we’re like this.’
Amanda imagined Rupert holding two parallel fingers up. Damn! She’d never considered that her young stars might squabble. The way their row was going, one of them was likely to blurt something like: ‘And I’m fucking our lady boss. What do you think of that?’
She rapped on the door and marched in. Both of her young lovers were red-faced and tight-fisted with anger. ‘Paul,’ she barked, ‘aren’t you supposed to be checking on Shop Number Nine today?’
Paul mumbled something and made for the door. Rupert smirked.
Amanda continued, ‘And you, Rupert, our shops’ shelves are almost empty. Shouldn’t you be doing something about your plans to refill them once the big sale is over?’
Paul glanced back, grinning, before he closed the door. Rupert scowled, picked his phone up and dialled a Milanese number.
Damn! She had to do something quickly, before their petty rivalry ruined everything.
Back in her office, she wracked her brains. She had to come up with something before her carefully established team started slithering sideways out of control. Amanda came to a decision. It was risky, but anything was better than nothing and, anyway, she’d become somewhat of a risk-taker recently so why stop now? She made a list before buzzing for Nola to come in to her.
‘Look at this list,’ she ordered the girl.
Nola stood beside Amanda and read. Amanda took advantage of the girl’s position by running her fingers up between her legs, under her short skirt.
‘Most of what’s on the list you can likely find, some around the offices, the rest somewhere else, right?’
Nola swallowed and blushed. It wasn’t because of what her boss’s fingers were doing, Amanda thought. It was the contents of the list and Amanda’s assumption that she knew where to find them that likely embarrassed her, or perhaps excited her.
‘I – um – think I can lay my hands on most of this stuff, somewhere or another,’ Nola admitted.
‘What you can’t find, buy out of petty cash. This is confidential, right?’ Amanda’s fingertip scratched at the cotton gusset of Nola’s bikini.
‘Of course, Ms Amanda.’
Amanda moved the crotch of Nola’s panties aside. ‘How are things going with you and Rupert?’ she asked in a conversational tone of voice.
Nola squirmed. ‘Good, but it’s not the same as … Not as good as …’
‘As when it was the three of us?’ Amanda’s fingertip wormed its way into the folds of Nola’s sweet young sex.
‘Yes, Ms Amanda.’
‘You liked that, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, Ms Amanda. It was very – very special.’
‘Do you think you love Rupert?’ Amanda began to pump gently.
‘Me? Love him? I don’t think so. It’s …’
‘The submission and the sex that you love?’
‘I think so. With Rupert, the sex is good, but …’
‘He’s not very dominant, right?’
Nola nodded.
‘And you’re bisexual, like me, aren’t you?’
‘Yes, Ms Amanda.’
‘What if I told you that I was thinking about lending you out to a very dominant, very demanding male friend of mine to be his sex-toy for a night. Would you like that?’
‘Would you be there, Ms Amanda?’
‘I could be. If I were, you’d have a master and a mistress doing you, both at once, wouldn’t you?’
Nola bore down on Amanda’s invading finger and wriggled. ‘Oh – both at once?’
‘We’ll see – if you’re good.’ Amanda took her hand from beneath Nola’s skirt and held her finger up to the girl’s lips.
Nola sucked automatically.
‘Now go see about that list,’ Amanda ordered.
‘Are these things for a party?’ Nola asked.
‘Sort of.’
‘Will I – will I be invited?’
‘Not to this one but you will be to the next one, I promise.’
The girl looked disappointed but she said, ‘Thank you, Ms Amanda.’
The next day, just before five thirty, Nola wheeled a dolly with a carton on it into Amanda’s office. ‘It’s not that heavy or full,’ she explained. ‘I thought this looked better than me carrying it. Like a disguise.’
‘Good thinking. Did you get everything?’
Nola came to stand beside Amanda at her desk. ‘Everything, Ms Amanda. Ms Amanda?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’m not wearing any undies.’
Amanda suppressed a smile. ‘And why’s that?’
‘Well, yesterday? I thought, just in case? Like, if you wanted to feel me up again, I should be prepared.’
‘I’ll remember that my little Girl Guide. Tell me, does Rupert “feel you up” at work?’
‘Only at lunchtime, Ms Amanda. Never during working hours.’
‘But I get to touch you whenever I like.’
‘Well, you’re the boss, Ms Amanda.’
‘Hold on. Just because …’
‘I don’t mean because you pay me. I mean because of your nature, and mine. I couldn’t dream of refusing you anything, unless I really didn’t like it.’
‘But then you could?’
‘Yes.’
‘But you can refuse Rupert any time?’
‘He’s just a boy, Ms Amanda. He’s sweet, and cute, but …’
‘I understand.’ Amanda glanced at her watch. ‘It’s after hours now. Did you close your switchboard down?’
‘Yes, Ms Amanda.’
‘Then perch that pretty little bum of yours right here.’ She patted the edge of her desk.
Nola sat herself on Amanda’s desk, close to her boss.
‘Pull your skirt up, Nola, all the way. Prove to me that you aren’t wearing anything under it.’
The girl put her fingers to the hem of her skirt and hesitated. She peered back over her shoulder at the office’s window-wall. ‘People might see.’
‘Everyone will be leaving now, but the blinds are almost closed. Someone would have to stand right up close to see in, and then you’ve got your back to them so all they’d see would be us having a nice little chat.’ Amanda’s voice became demanding. ‘Do it, Nola.’
The girl pulled her skirt to the tops of her legs, did a little hitch and tugged it past her bottom. Proudly, she inched forwards a little and spread her thighs to show herself to Amanda. As Amanda remembered it, and she wasn’t likely to forget, Nola had had a small neatly trimmed patch of sandy fuzz decorating her mound. Now it was as bald as Amanda’s. Another tribute?
The girl’s outer lips were plump, divided by a tight slit, with no sign of the sweet pink treasures within.
Amanda said, ‘Play with yourself, Nola. Show me how you get off when you’re all alone.’
Nola nodded. ‘Yes, Ms Amanda.’ She bit her lower lip and hooked a finger into herself, vertically, and worked it up and down for a dozen curved strokes. As she played, her nether lips became swollen and parted, exposing pink inner lips that were tinted with crimson at their edges. Nola curled over to peer down at herself.
‘Do you ever use a mirror to watch yourself?’ Amanda asked.
Nola nodded.
Amanda was tempted to part her own skirt and join in but that would have been a different game – a ‘girls playing together’ game. For now, she wanted it to be ‘submissive debasing herself for her mistress’s amusement’. If Amanda wanted sex with an equal, she liked to think she could call on Meg, though there’d been no communication between them since Meg had called to thank her for the bouquet. Truth be told, Amanda wasn’t sure how to handle the way she’d felt with Meg.
Nola used the fingers of her other hand to part herself and lifted the finger that had been rubbing her pleasure bud. That little pink nub had swollen to the size of a large pea and had extruded from its sheath. That seemed to have been the objective of the first part of Nola’s game. She took the sensitive polyp’s sleeve in a delicate finger-and-thumb grip and began to work it backwards and forwards, like a little boy jerking off.
That was interesting. When not using a vibrator, Amanda rubbed hers, and flicked it, and patted or slapped it, but she’d never pulled on it. She’d have to try that someday, but not now.
The girl’s fingers moved faster. Her head fell back. She was panting.
‘Close?’ Amanda asked.
Nola nodded. Amanda reached out and pushed the girl’s hand aside.
‘What?’ The girl shuddered with need.
Amanda’s fingers took over from Nola’s and jerked at a furious pace, deliberately driving her over the edge. As she reached her climax, Nola flopped back flat on to Amanda’s desk and humped up at her boss’s hand before letting loose with something between a scream and a sigh.
Her aromatic honey oozed from her pussy. Nola gasped, ‘Thank you, Ms Amanda. That was absolutely fucking wonderful.’
Amanda said, ‘I’ve changed my mind about inviting you to my “party”, except it won’t really be a party. You are going to have to follow my instructions exactly. You can do that, I know. Now that I’ve decided to include you, we’ll have to add to the things you brought me. It’ll all happen tomorrow evening, starting at eight, and this is what we are going to do …’
17
AT SEVEN FORTY, Amanda and Nola shoved Amanda’s desk across her office until it was just about three feet from a side wall. Amanda sorted some of the carton’s contents out and gave them to her pink-haired receptionist. ‘Take these to Mr Eggerdon’s office. You needn’t hide them. Just leave them on his desk.’
When the girl returned, Amanda told her, ‘You might as well get stripped off now. Rupert is due in about ten minutes. He might be early.’
It only took a second for Nola to lift her floaty little organza shift up over her head and off. Amanda had told her to be ready to get naked quickly, so the flimsy dress, her pink Dim stay-up hose and her pink mock-croc kitten-heels were all she’d worn. Amanda was also ready for instant nudity, in a short navy coat-dress with white polka dots that had just three oversized white buttons, also worn over nothing but her creamy skin, blue suede high heels and dark-blue figured Leg Avenue stockings.
Nola squeaked across Amanda’s desk on her bare bum, dropped over the other side and crawled out of sight underneath, just before Rupert tapped diffidently at Amanda’s office door.
‘Come in!’ Amanda dropped Nola’s dress into the girl’s lap.
He was wearing sneakers, faded blue jeans and a creased brown leather bomber jacket over a black turtleneck. Perhaps he was making a statement. Usually, he was quite the dandy. It could be that he thought the way he habitually dressed, taken with his boyish features, feminine lips and pale complexion, plus his having submitted to Amanda’s dominance so quickly, brought his masculinity into doubt. Poor Rupert! Perhaps what Amanda planned would be therapeutic for the lad.
‘You wanted to see me?’ he asked nervously.
‘Exactly. Strip.’
‘What?’
‘I said, “Strip.” Rupert, we’re going to play a game that’s by way of being a test. To pass, you have to obey me absolutely, which is something I’ve already taught you, I trust, and you have to keep silent, not a word, not a grunt, not a sigh. Don’t even hiccup. Can you do that?’
He frowned. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘You don’t have to. Rupert, when I first met you, in your shop, you obeyed me. Think about where that has got you. Your obedience so far has got you some spectacular sex, right?’
He nodded. ‘Right, but …’
‘Obey me always, but especially now, and the erotic rewards will blow your mind. If you have any reservations, any at all, you may leave me right now. It won’t affect our working relationship, I promise.’
‘Oh, I’ll do as you say, Ms Amanda – exactly as you say. I trust you completely.’
‘Good boy. So, go ahead – strip off.’
She’d fucked and sucked him. She’d had him go down on her. They knew each other’s body well, but he still undressed like a shy little boy, turning his back to her mostly and trying to shield himself with his hands when he had to face her.
When he was naked, Amanda pointed to her office chair and told him, ‘Sit!’
He obeyed nervously but with his erection fully engorged. Amanda took a long leather strap from the carton. His eyes widened. When she passed it behind the leather chair and around his waist, he opened his mouth but managed to swallow his words before they spilt out.
Amanda pulled the strap tight behind the chair and buckled it. Rupert’s arms and legs were free to move but he was trapped, strapped down. There was no possible way for him to reach the buckle.
The next thing out of the carton was a blindfold that was something like a sleeping mask, except that most of those aren’t made of stiff black patent leather and lined with thick soft lambskin. Amanda had tried it on herself. Anyone wearing it was unable to see a thing, not even a glimmer of light.
Strangely, once Rupert was blindfolded, he seemed to relax more. Perhaps he’d decided to resign himself to whatever fate Amanda planned for him. Surrender can be comforting, as she well knew.
‘Hands linked at the back of your neck, and keep them there. Now, Rupert, I’m going to ask you some questions. You may answer by nodding or shaking your head, nothing else. Do you understand?’
The lad nodded.
‘You must be absolutely truthful. If I catch you lying, or even shading the truth, I will be very disappointed with you, and you don’t want that, do you?’
He shook his head vigorously.
‘Good. Rupert, do you ever look at porn sites on the net?’
He hesitated before nodding.
‘Good boy.’ She drew her nails down his chest and made him shiver. ‘Do you watch girls making out with girls on those sites?’
Nod.
‘How about sites with boys doing boys?’
Amanda beckoned Nola out of hiding.
Rupert contorted his upper body, half-nodding, half-shaking his head and shrugging, all at once.
‘Is the answer to my question too complicated for a yes or a no?’
Nola, suppressing giggles, clambered over Amanda’s desk.
Rupert nodded his answer to Amanda’s question.
‘Is it threesomes that you’ve seen, two men with one girl or two girls doing one man?’ she asked.
Nod.
‘But when it’s been two men, sometimes the men touched each other by accident, even their sexual parts, right? After all, if one man is screwing a girl while another one is buggering her, some sort of contact is inevitable, isn’t it?’
Nod.
‘You’ve seen three-way kisses, either two men’s tongues and one woman’s or the other way around?’
Nod.
‘Did it turn you on to watch that?’
A hesitant nod.
‘When people have sex for fun, it’s nice to share, just like having a party. Two men can share one woman, or two women one man, or any combination of people can all share. The important thing is, they all have to like each other, or at least not dislike each other. Does that make sense to you? It has to, doesn’t it? After all
, you enjoyed it when it was you, me and Nola, didn’t you?’
Another nod.
‘What if it was you and me and a very good male friend of yours? Could you handle that?’
Rupert shrugged.
‘You like to watch sex. You’ve told me so. What if you watched while I was giving head to a good friend of yours, who you trusted? That’d be you watching, and at the same time, instead of jerking off, you could be making love to me. Wouldn’t that be fun?’
His nod was decisive.
‘Have you seen pictures of girls wearing strap-ons? Dildos in harnesses?’
His nod was confident.
‘Doing each other?’
Nod.
‘And you’ve seen men sucking on girls’ strap-on cocks?’
Rupert’s head cocked in thought before he nodded.
‘Would you do that?’
His head wagged vigorously, as if the idea was very appealing.
‘How about … No, there’ll be more questions in the test later, but, for now, I’m going to test your self-control. You have to keep perfectly still and absolutely quiet while your cock is played with. I warn you, you’ll be teased dreadfully, but, whatever is done to you, you mustn’t react. If you can’t stand it any more and you want the game to stop, just say, “No more,” and it will stop. OK?’
He grinned widely and nodded at the same time.
As Amanda had planned, Nola reached out and ran a fingertip up the underside of Rupert’s straining shaft. Amanda tiptoed out of her office, leaving the door wide open behind her.
In Eggerdon’s office, Amanda found Paul waiting for her. She gave him much the same speech she’d given Rupert, including, ‘Strip naked for me.’ When he was bare, blindfolded and strapped securely into Eggerdon’s swivel-rocker, she told him, ‘Remember, this game is to be a test. A lot depends on how well you do – not in your career but in your personal life, your sex life. Now, you must be silent, not a word or any sound, unless you really want me to stop, and then you may say, “No more.” Otherwise, you must be silently obedient. You must be …’
Eighteen minutes after she’d left it, she wheeled Paul into her office, and paused. Nola was playing a game where her hooked finger pulled Rupert’s straining cock down to where her cheek lay on his thighs. She held his cock there between her mumbling lips for a moment and suddenly released it to smack up against his belly before she tugged it down again. Clever girl! He’d never get off from that slow torment, but it would certainly hold his interest.
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