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Sunday morning, coffee with my dear friend Lucy. I stirred my spoon idly.
Lucy simply stared at me, wide eyed. "You did what!? Right there in the office!?"
"You heard me," I said after some more stirring.
"But... how? And why? Angie, tell me everything!"
"Well," I sipped and savoured, "It goes like this--"
It'd been twelve years since I last saw him. It was definitely him, I asked Jane from HR about his history. It was a reunion by surprise. I still remember him from before; chiseled rocky jaw, arms as thick as legs and calves as solid as horse's, thick brown hair combed neatly into a fringe to cover dashing blue eyes, physically quite handsome by all accounts. At school, he used to be the centre of attention. All the cool girls wanted him. All the cool boys hung around him.
Thursday I saw him.
He'd been hired at my firm.
He was hired as a cleaner.
He hasn't aged well at all.
Too bad for him. I never missed him anyway. His name is Todd Toady. He was a real jerk anyway.
I was quite happy to see him such a shell of his old boisterous self. It was about time that he got what was coming to him. Although I felt it was only right to give him one more kick on his way down. I had it planned, he would not resist me.
Fortunately for me, unlike Todd, I'd aged extremely well. Throughout my adolescence I was afflicted with slightly crooked teeth, the braces this required caused a mild lisp and were a source of endless ridicule. My skin was never that clear either. Combined with my awkward persona, I was a veritable buffet of humiliation for rough-housing teenage boys.
"What did this have to do with the story?" Lucy asked.
"Shh! Let me finish!"
The braces were gone as soon as I left. The lisp remained. I could learn it away, but I've seen the way men look at me when I slur the syllables of their names with a dirty look. The acne disappeared nicely too. Though most importantly for me, I'd consoled my personality with myself. I'd grown a lot as a person. It was time to see what had become of 'Big T2'.
Friday night I made my move. Todd was in for a surprise. It was all a matter of timing.
I met with Derek. Derek is the office stud. We'd had fun here and there, drunken nights out on the town, sucking face in alleyways. He'd had eyes on me for a while. I told him I wasn't interested in anything more, and he respected that like a gentleman. But that day I chatted him up, said I wanted to see him after work for "a special treat" in the break room.
"So Angelina, you wanted to see me?" said Derek in his soothing voice.
"So I did." I checked my watch first. "Now remember what I said?"
"Nothing serious. You just want some fun."
"Good boy. Now let's get started."
I didn't want to waste time, so I got right into it, throwing my arms around his shoulders and pressing my tongue through his teeth.
"Hgnn!" Derek cried through busy lips. I let go to hear what he had to say. "What, right here!?"
"Yes," I stared up at him, chin on his chest. "//Don't fuck this up for me now Derek. I have plans,//" I thought. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Heh," he laughed nervously and scratched his head.
I checked my watch again. "I don't have all day Derek."
He laughed again. I undid the first button of my blouse. Secretly I was nervous, but I kept calm on top. "Alright, why not." He smiled. I smiled.
I threw him back towards the counter with my hips, lips locked and sucking him in deep. Holding me tight, Derek turned and pushed me up against the fridge, slamming his hands up against the metal doors either side of my head. I ground my pelvis against his. I could feel something hard crawling up in his pants. There was no way he would be saying no to me now; I had him tickled silly by the balls. I checked the wall clock.
While he was busy hungrily kissing my face, I swiftly broke free from his grasp, slipping out from between him and the freezer. He looked at me, confused.
"Okay Derek, now do me here." I stood in front of the transparent break room door and loosened my skirt and put one hand up against the glass.
He didn't hesitate this time. There was a brief flicker of apprehension. But immediately he uttered with a grin, "Angelina, you dirty fucking woman."
He finished removing my skirt first and we pulled my pantyhose down together. I handed him the condom I'd kept in my underwear and bent over against the door.
"Fuck me! Now!" I demanded.
Shagging Derek was probably my favourite part of this plan. I felt him slide into me from behind and I moaned just a bit under my breathe. As he pumped away and I enjoyed his efforts, I kept my eyes out through the door.
"Harder!" I said, peering back over to him and slapping my butt.
Sharp breathes and grunts started to come from his mouth as he struggled to thrust any faster. My body shook with Derek's movements. My hands, up against the glass pane, rattled the door hinges. I checked my watch again. And sure enough, while Derek was distracted with my beautiful posterior, I saw a figure with a vacuum machine come around a corner before zipping back around.
"Say my name!" I cried audibly, smacking my ass again.
"Angelina!" Derek came not too soon after.
"Holy shit Angie, you gotta introduce me to this Derek fella," Lucy interrupted again.
"Yeah, I'll arrange something for you two later. You'll love him. Now, as I was saying--"
Derek and I re-clothed and sat curled up in the corner of the kitchenette, fondling each other's hairs for a while until we recovered. Then we cuddled, said goodbye and went our separate ways home.
Saturday morning, I made a point of spilling my coffee. I smiled politely at him when his dumb bald face showed up at my cubical. He was trying to keep calm, but I could tell that he recognised me from the night before from the way his jaw dropped without him realising.
Todd Toady was a plump man with a thin beard and baggy eyes. He looked like he hadn't showered in days, or been out in the sunlight since we last met. I wanted to laugh at his demise. What a fucking jerk he used to be.
But I didn't laugh. Sat back in my office chair with legs crossed, though still on display through my hazy black stockings, playing with a pen on my lips. I kept a stony vacant face and simply pointed down, as if asking him to kneel. He simply blabbered hopelessly.
"I-uh, is-there-something-I-can, uh-would-you-like-me-to, uh..."
I let him go on for a while, looking bored. "Well don't be so useless. Clean it!" I was pointing to the coffee stain.
"Oh! Uh! Uh, yes, I'll get right on it," he blathered on realising that I did not want him to bow before me.
I took my time, finishing up my report before talking to him as he scrubbed the ground.
"So," I began, "I don't believe I've seen you around. You must be new here."
"Uh, yes miss." //Miss, miss! He called me miss!// "Toady, Todd Toady."
He extended a dirt ridden hand for me to shake, so I ignored him and pretended to be thinking hard about something. After some feigned contemplation, I burst into a nearly sarcastic smile, lifted my glasses closer to my eyes as if to see him better, and then started to chat.
"Todd Toady!" I talked to him like I would to a dog or baby, "I remember you! Angelina, from high school. Don't your remember?"
"Oh... oh yes! I remember!" He seemed to become euphoric on realising that he had some connection to the hot lady. That is before he joined the dots. Then his face dropped. "Oh... oh... I... I used to bully you didn't I..." He looked guilty.
I sighed and gazed off into the distance. "Did you? It was a long time ago. I don't remember at all! I'm sure you were a charming young man." I did remember though.
"Yes... Yes, I did." The memories were coming back to him. "I'm so sorry."
"Oh nonsense! If you were a bully, you must have been very bad at it, because I don't recall a thing!"
He was actually very good at it. And I recalled everything. It took me years in therapy to let go. But thanks to Dr. Susanne, I discovered my real self again. And this real self enjoyed revenge and kicking ass.
"Now! What was it they used to call you Mr. Toady? Double T? Big 2-T?" I asked inquisitively.
"Big T--" but I cut him off before he could finish.
"Big TT! Yes! That was it!" Funnily enough these days he did in fact have a pair of big man 'TTs'. "That's what they used to call you! Wasn't it?" I looked sternly down upon him.
"Uh..." he had nothing to say.
"Well..." I laid on some of my signature lisp, "Looks like your all done here Toady."
He looked down to see that he was now scrubbing a patch of clean floor. "Oh... Uh... Yes, see you later then..."
"Oh, I wouldn't count on it," I added flippantly as he stood.
"Huh?"
"I don't often associate with old schoolmates."
'Big TT' looked disappointed. "Yeah... I understand..."
"Unless!" Just as he began to turn around. He rapidly jolted back to face me. "Unless... I'd like to see you after work. It won't take long. Just a quick thing. In the break room maybe?"
He left. I grinned. My plan was coming together. Saturday night, I was going to wait for him, but when I arrived he had already shown up.
"Big TT, there you are!" I waved my finger at him. "Now tell me. How have you been?"
"Uh," Toady scratched his head, "well," he scratched some more, "Things have been a bit rough. I lost my job as a bouncer. I haven't been in a relationship in seven years. I was... wait, why am I telling you this? What did you want to see me for?"
"No need to worry about that!" I strolled closer towards him. "Just wanting to catch up with an old school-friend. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Oh no, of course not!" He was becoming so marvellously tense.
I came in even closer to him, close enough for him to see the very glint in my eyes. I took a pen from my breast pocket and playfully put it to my lips. "So Big TT. Have you stayed in touch with Scott?" There was no one named Scott in our year level.
Before he could respond, I flicked the pen from my hand. Not making it too obvious, yet not too discrete either, I aimed it under the fridge.
"Oops," I entertained, "I'm not sure I can reach that."
I gazed Toady down, daring him to bend. At last he capitulated to me and crawled to reach under the fridge. He reached around in the dark for many seconds. While he was bent over, ass high up in the air, I paced menacingly around him.
I tapped my heels to his left, and his right, then I settled right behind him. I could read just from the body language of his thighs that I was making him nervous. I walked in much closer, until my hips almost touched his, with only centimetres in between. I stayed there until moments later he retrieved my pen and stood up, carefully avoiding bumping into me.
"Thank you." I took it from him gingerly and slid it down my blouse into my bra. I let him bumble a bit before I moved in. I moved in so close that he could smell the mint in my breath. My pelvis was touching his pot-belly. "Now, Scott. Do you still talk to him."
"Uh, I-don't-remember-a-Scott." His face was cherry red as my lipstick.
"Oh," I rasped airily at him. "Maybe you bullied him away?" I joked, laughed. He chuckled nervously away.
"Yeah," he said, unintentionally pulling a double chin in an effort to distance our faces, "I don't remember Scott."
"Hmm." I retrieved my pen. "Too bad. I was awfully fond of him. Wanted to see if I could get back in touch."
"I thought you said you didn't see old schoolmates..." Toady seemed sad now that he realised that only applied to him.
"I make exceptions," I said, spinning the pen between my fingers. "But seeing as you don't know him," I stole my contact from him and turned towards the exit, "I won't waste your time. Still though, what a shame. Tell me if you find him. Who knows. There might even be something in it for you!" I left, leaving him behind.
"Hahaha!" cackled Lucy, "Angie, you feisty bitch! You femme fatale!"
I grinned, and sipped some more coffee. "Hmm, I suppose I am a bit of a femme fatale now."
"But how did you know that it would work?" Lucy was impressed.
"Oh I didn't," I explained, "But if you think about it, all I really did was have sex in the break room and flirt with some loser."
We both laughed uncontrollably, relishing in my newest exploits.
"Now," Lucy calmed down a bit and leaned over the table with a wicked smile, "when do I get to meet Derek?"
~story by A.Z.
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Sunday morning, coffee with my dear friend Lucy. I stirred my spoon idly.
Lucy simply stared at me, wide eyed. "You did what!? Right there in the office!?"
"You heard me," I said after some more stirring.
"But... how? And why? Angie, tell me everything!"
"Well," I sipped and savoured, "It goes like this--"
It'd been twelve years since I last saw him. It was definitely him, I asked Jane from HR about his history. It was a reunion by surprise. I still remember him from before; chiseled rocky jaw, arms as thick as legs and calves as solid as horse's, thick brown hair combed neatly into a fringe to cover dashing blue eyes, physically quite handsome by all accounts. At school, he used to be the centre of attention. All the cool girls wanted him. All the cool boys hung around him.
Thursday I saw him.
He'd been hired at my firm.
He was hired as a cleaner.
He hasn't aged well at all.
Too bad for him. I never missed him anyway. His name is Todd Toady. He was a real jerk anyway.
I was quite happy to see him such a shell of his old boisterous self. It was about time that he got what was coming to him. Although I felt it was only right to give him one more kick on his way down. I had it planned, he would not resist me.
Fortunately for me, unlike Todd, I'd aged extremely well. Throughout my adolescence I was afflicted with slightly crooked teeth, the braces this required caused a mild lisp and were a source of endless ridicule. My skin was never that clear either. Combined with my awkward persona, I was a veritable buffet of humiliation for rough-housing teenage boys.
"What did this have to do with the story?" Lucy asked.
"Shh! Let me finish!"
The braces were gone as soon as I left. The lisp remained. I could learn it away, but I've seen the way men look at me when I slur the syllables of their names with a dirty look. The acne disappeared nicely too. Though most importantly for me, I'd consoled my personality with myself. I'd grown a lot as a person. It was time to see what had become of 'Big T2'.
Friday night I made my move. Todd was in for a surprise. It was all a matter of timing.
I met with Derek. Derek is the office stud. We'd had fun here and there, drunken nights out on the town, sucking face in alleyways. He'd had eyes on me for a while. I told him I wasn't interested in anything more, and he respected that like a gentleman. But that day I chatted him up, said I wanted to see him after work for "a special treat" in the break room.
"So Angelina, you wanted to see me?" said Derek in his soothing voice.
"So I did." I checked my watch first. "Now remember what I said?"
"Nothing serious. You just want some fun."
"Good boy. Now let's get started."
I didn't want to waste time, so I got right into it, throwing my arms around his shoulders and pressing my tongue through his teeth.
"Hgnn!" Derek cried through busy lips. I let go to hear what he had to say. "What, right here!?"
"Yes," I stared up at him, chin on his chest. "//Don't fuck this up for me now Derek. I have plans,//" I thought. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"Heh," he laughed nervously and scratched his head.
I checked my watch again. "I don't have all day Derek."
He laughed again. I undid the first button of my blouse. Secretly I was nervous, but I kept calm on top. "Alright, why not." He smiled. I smiled.
I threw him back towards the counter with my hips, lips locked and sucking him in deep. Holding me tight, Derek turned and pushed me up against the fridge, slamming his hands up against the metal doors either side of my head. I ground my pelvis against his. I could feel something hard crawling up in his pants. There was no way he would be saying no to me now; I had him tickled silly by the balls. I checked the wall clock.
While he was busy hungrily kissing my face, I swiftly broke free from his grasp, slipping out from between him and the freezer. He looked at me, confused.
"Okay Derek, now do me here." I stood in front of the transparent break room door and loosened my skirt and put one hand up against the glass.
He didn't hesitate this time. There was a brief flicker of apprehension. But immediately he uttered with a grin, "Angelina, you dirty fucking woman."
He finished removing my skirt first and we pulled my pantyhose down together. I handed him the condom I'd kept in my underwear and bent over against the door.
"Fuck me! Now!" I demanded.
Shagging Derek was probably my favourite part of this plan. I felt him slide into me from behind and I moaned just a bit under my breathe. As he pumped away and I enjoyed his efforts, I kept my eyes out through the door.
"Harder!" I said, peering back over to him and slapping my butt.
Sharp breathes and grunts started to come from his mouth as he struggled to thrust any faster. My body shook with Derek's movements. My hands, up against the glass pane, rattled the door hinges. I checked my watch again. And sure enough, while Derek was distracted with my beautiful posterior, I saw a figure with a vacuum machine come around a corner before zipping back around.
"Say my name!" I cried audibly, smacking my ass again.
"Angelina!" Derek came not too soon after.
"Holy shit Angie, you gotta introduce me to this Derek fella," Lucy interrupted again.
"Yeah, I'll arrange something for you two later. You'll love him. Now, as I was saying--"
Derek and I re-clothed and sat curled up in the corner of the kitchenette, fondling each other's hairs for a while until we recovered. Then we cuddled, said goodbye and went our separate ways home.
Saturday morning, I made a point of spilling my coffee. I smiled politely at him when his dumb bald face showed up at my cubical. He was trying to keep calm, but I could tell that he recognised me from the night before from the way his jaw dropped without him realising.
Todd Toady was a plump man with a thin beard and baggy eyes. He looked like he hadn't showered in days, or been out in the sunlight since we last met. I wanted to laugh at his demise. What a fucking jerk he used to be.
But I didn't laugh. Sat back in my office chair with legs crossed, though still on display through my hazy black stockings, playing with a pen on my lips. I kept a stony vacant face and simply pointed down, as if asking him to kneel. He simply blabbered hopelessly.
"I-uh, is-there-something-I-can, uh-would-you-like-me-to, uh..."
I let him go on for a while, looking bored. "Well don't be so useless. Clean it!" I was pointing to the coffee stain.
"Oh! Uh! Uh, yes, I'll get right on it," he blathered on realising that I did not want him to bow before me.
I took my time, finishing up my report before talking to him as he scrubbed the ground.
"So," I began, "I don't believe I've seen you around. You must be new here."
"Uh, yes miss." //Miss, miss! He called me miss!// "Toady, Todd Toady."
He extended a dirt ridden hand for me to shake, so I ignored him and pretended to be thinking hard about something. After some feigned contemplation, I burst into a nearly sarcastic smile, lifted my glasses closer to my eyes as if to see him better, and then started to chat.
"Todd Toady!" I talked to him like I would to a dog or baby, "I remember you! Angelina, from high school. Don't your remember?"
"Oh... oh yes! I remember!" He seemed to become euphoric on realising that he had some connection to the hot lady. That is before he joined the dots. Then his face dropped. "Oh... oh... I... I used to bully you didn't I..." He looked guilty.
I sighed and gazed off into the distance. "Did you? It was a long time ago. I don't remember at all! I'm sure you were a charming young man." I did remember though.
"Yes... Yes, I did." The memories were coming back to him. "I'm so sorry."
"Oh nonsense! If you were a bully, you must have been very bad at it, because I don't recall a thing!"
He was actually very good at it. And I recalled everything. It took me years in therapy to let go. But thanks to Dr. Susanne, I discovered my real self again. And this real self enjoyed revenge and kicking ass.
"Now! What was it they used to call you Mr. Toady? Double T? Big 2-T?" I asked inquisitively.
"Big T--" but I cut him off before he could finish.
"Big TT! Yes! That was it!" Funnily enough these days he did in fact have a pair of big man 'TTs'. "That's what they used to call you! Wasn't it?" I looked sternly down upon him.
"Uh..." he had nothing to say.
"Well..." I laid on some of my signature lisp, "Looks like your all done here Toady."
He looked down to see that he was now scrubbing a patch of clean floor. "Oh... Uh... Yes, see you later then..."
"Oh, I wouldn't count on it," I added flippantly as he stood.
"Huh?"
"I don't often associate with old schoolmates."
'Big TT' looked disappointed. "Yeah... I understand..."
"Unless!" Just as he began to turn around. He rapidly jolted back to face me. "Unless... I'd like to see you after work. It won't take long. Just a quick thing. In the break room maybe?"
He left. I grinned. My plan was coming together. Saturday night, I was going to wait for him, but when I arrived he had already shown up.
"Big TT, there you are!" I waved my finger at him. "Now tell me. How have you been?"
"Uh," Toady scratched his head, "well," he scratched some more, "Things have been a bit rough. I lost my job as a bouncer. I haven't been in a relationship in seven years. I was... wait, why am I telling you this? What did you want to see me for?"
"No need to worry about that!" I strolled closer towards him. "Just wanting to catch up with an old school-friend. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Oh no, of course not!" He was becoming so marvellously tense.
I came in even closer to him, close enough for him to see the very glint in my eyes. I took a pen from my breast pocket and playfully put it to my lips. "So Big TT. Have you stayed in touch with Scott?" There was no one named Scott in our year level.
Before he could respond, I flicked the pen from my hand. Not making it too obvious, yet not too discrete either, I aimed it under the fridge.
"Oops," I entertained, "I'm not sure I can reach that."
I gazed Toady down, daring him to bend. At last he capitulated to me and crawled to reach under the fridge. He reached around in the dark for many seconds. While he was bent over, ass high up in the air, I paced menacingly around him.
I tapped my heels to his left, and his right, then I settled right behind him. I could read just from the body language of his thighs that I was making him nervous. I walked in much closer, until my hips almost touched his, with only centimetres in between. I stayed there until moments later he retrieved my pen and stood up, carefully avoiding bumping into me.
"Thank you." I took it from him gingerly and slid it down my blouse into my bra. I let him bumble a bit before I moved in. I moved in so close that he could smell the mint in my breath. My pelvis was touching his pot-belly. "Now, Scott. Do you still talk to him."
"Uh, I-don't-remember-a-Scott." His face was cherry red as my lipstick.
"Oh," I rasped airily at him. "Maybe you bullied him away?" I joked, laughed. He chuckled nervously away.
"Yeah," he said, unintentionally pulling a double chin in an effort to distance our faces, "I don't remember Scott."
"Hmm." I retrieved my pen. "Too bad. I was awfully fond of him. Wanted to see if I could get back in touch."
"I thought you said you didn't see old schoolmates..." Toady seemed sad now that he realised that only applied to him.
"I make exceptions," I said, spinning the pen between my fingers. "But seeing as you don't know him," I stole my contact from him and turned towards the exit, "I won't waste your time. Still though, what a shame. Tell me if you find him. Who knows. There might even be something in it for you!" I left, leaving him behind.
"Hahaha!" cackled Lucy, "Angie, you feisty bitch! You femme fatale!"
I grinned, and sipped some more coffee. "Hmm, I suppose I am a bit of a femme fatale now."
"But how did you know that it would work?" Lucy was impressed.
"Oh I didn't," I explained, "But if you think about it, all I really did was have sex in the break room and flirt with some loser."
We both laughed uncontrollably, relishing in my newest exploits.
"Now," Lucy calmed down a bit and leaned over the table with a wicked smile, "when do I get to meet Derek?"
~story by A.Z.
}~~(#)~~~{
If you enjoyed my story, please leave a comment and tell me what you think. Your feedback is much appreciated. Thanks!
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