Evil Office Girls Part 2
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Evil Office Girls
by Silvy Richards
Sharing a large office place with four young and beautiful female
coworkers, Ron loved his job being a high end real estate agent. Himself
and the four women he worked with, were also known as the 'Fantastic
Five' in their corner of the business world. They each had their own
makeshift cubical, where they did most of their transactions over the
phone. The competition between them was fierce, considering all the
crazy bonuses they got with each sale.
Ron was ranked number one, and had been for the past couple of years.
Getting hired straight after college, he'd been working there now for
nearly four years.
Like in the movie 'Glengarry Glen Ross' they got their share of new
leads every couple weeks, and with them, they would do whatever it took
to close a deal.
The only other person that Ron or any of the other girls in the office
interacted with, was their boss Mrs. Sinclair. She had her own private
office that was connected to theirs. Being a fair and very generous
boss, all her agents made a yearly salary in the six figures, she was
also very strict with her rules.
Under no time whatsoever was an agent allowed to surf the web on company
time to check out his or her favourite websites. 'FaceBook', "MySpace"
and other similar sites to them were strictly forbidden. To the point
where they had all been warned pre-hand before taking the job that
immediate job termination would occur if they were ever caught goofing
off during the job hours.
Aside from the big cash bonuses they got with a sale, rather often the
girls would make side bets between themselves as added encouragement. An
example of this was, one week, the girl who sold the least during the
week had to buy all the rounds of drinks for the winners at their
favourite watering hole. Another week, one girl, Diane, had to bring
fresh coffee and donuts to work each morning before coming in. The most
common forfeit, that one that occurred every week, was that whoever lost
the biggest bet the previous week had to serve the drinks through out
the work shift to the winners. Being the designated coffee or tea girl
was almost considered the worst punishment of all.
Liking the extra motivation, Mrs. Sinclair never interfered with their
side action. She did however find it a pity that Ron was never included
in their weekly games, but then again, the way he sold property, she
knew that no added incentive was needed in his case. He was that good a
salesman.
When it came to smooth talking people into buying large luxurious homes,
or massive stretches of useless and high priced acreage, Ron had the
gift, which ended up creating a lot of jealousy among the women he
worked with.
At first, they had all pretty much got along together, but as soon as he
started to set his pace, the girls stopped talking to him and pretty
much ignored him unless they needed some kind of information.
Ron often teased the girls, that when it came to selling the real big
accounts, they had no clue how to proceed and that they should leave
them all to him. Wishing they could make him eat his words, the women
would often say nothing, but would all mentally curse him out in their
minds.
*****
Late in the day, one Friday, just as Mrs. Sinclair was leaving a little
early, just like she did at the end of every week, she let out a small
laugh when she noticed Barbra had the letter 'L' written in lipstick on
her forehead. "You girls make me laugh with your silly bets," as she
made her exit towards the door. "I still think you should add Ron here
in your weekly wagers," as she pointed to him, who was busy on the phone
and winked at her, being the kiss ass that he was.
"They're just afraid," he mocked, as he momentarily put his hand over
phone, then resumed with his conversation with some rich retired couple,
trying to make one final big sale before the weekend.
As soon as their boss had left and Ron had finished with his phone call,
Melinda, the eldest among the office girls, being only thirty-seven,
made an announcement that made the little hairs on the back of Ron's
neck stand up.
"Being in charge of the email monitoring for Mrs. Sinclair, it seems
that one of you has been to a website you weren't supposed to," as she
winked at Ron, which made the other girls gasp and giggle at the same
time.
"No way?!?" Tina asked with widening eyes, as she turn to look at Diane
who still had her mouth open in disbelief.
"Tell me it was a porn site," begged Barbra sadistically with an evil
grin.
"Even better..." Melinda said as she approached Ron's cubical, "...
seems that Ronnie here has a whole other side to him we never knew
existed. Isn't that right... Ron-NIE?" she clearly pronounced hoping it
would give the other girls a little clue.
Inside, Ron began panicking big-time, remembering how he had just
recently accidentally opened one of his emails from one of the many BDSM
sites he often frequented. What made it worse, was that the site in
question was 'Alt.com', a meeting place for subs and Doms. Not only did
his 'face page' state he was looking for a dominant Mistress, it also
had a complete profile on him, listing out ALL his kinky fetishes. By
the way Melinda was referring to him, Ron knew right away he was in
serous trouble.
"Melinda... please, I'm begging you..." he began saying, before she
could continue, "... let's talk about this privately."
"What's wrong Ron? You're turning white," teased Tina, as she could see
genuine fear building within him.
"Does this mean we're finally going to become the 'Fantastic Four'?"
asked Diane, who just realised he could lose his job over this.
"That's right! We'd be an all female office..." Barbra also deciphered,
but still pressed on, wanting to know more of the juicy details, "...
which site was it?!?"
"I'll give you a clue," Melinda said as she stopped in front of him to
take in all his changing facial expressions, "Ron over here's into some
pretty kinky sex. Isn't that right Ronnie? The kind that's labelled
under the S&M category?" she asked, as he went from white to red in
under five seconds. Too embarrassed to answer her, she continued, "'Yes
Mistress'... isn't that what you're supposed to say?!?" she demanded to
know, with a smirk.
"Ron like's being spanked... is that it?!?" Tina wanted to know,
believing she had figured it out.
"You like it when a woman takes you over her knees... is that it?"
Barbra mocked, also coming to the same conclusion, trying to confirm it
by making him blush even more with her statement.
"Not exactly..." Belinda bursted their bubble, "... not all S&M's about
spanking, you know? In fact, I could even tell you for certain that
Ronnie here is NOT into getting his ass whipped red. He's much more
kinky than that!"
"Is he one those guys that's into high heels, and sucking the heel and
all..." asked Tina, having seen that in a S&M porn flick once.
"... or likes sucking toes!" Diane added her two cents, already having
had one guy once surprise her by sucking on her own tootsies while they
were making love.
"Maybe he likes to take it in the ass... could that be it? Having a
woman take him from behind and so she can fuck him with a strap-on?"
pressed Barbra, having a friend who moonlighted as a dominatrix on the
weekends.
Wincing after hearing Barbra guess one of his secret kinks, Ron looked
up to Melinda with pleading eyes, praying she would keep it to herself.
Smiling, she confirmed with her workmate that she had figured out part
of it.
Laughter erupted amongst the office, as Ron's face reddened.
"Ron get's fucked in the ass," Tina started singing over and over, as
the other girls bombarded him with questions designed to embarrass him.
"So is it only women, or do you like it when men fuck you also?" probed
Barbra with a sinister smile.
"I'm curious to know... do you make the women wear condoms?" Diane asked
sarcastically, which the whole room into hysterics.
"But wait, there's more..." Melinda interrupted the laughing frenzy,
"... not only is Ronnie here into anal play, his true fetish is..." she
paused, so that the room would quite down more, to which it had, "...
what really pushes his buttons..." she paused again, trying to be
melodramatic, "...here, let me show you," at which point she reached
under her short skirt, slowly pulled down her panties and stepped out of
them. Twirling them a bit with her index finger teasingly, she finally
flung them at him, just like an elastic, to which they bounced off his
face and landed in his lap.
"Eww... he's a panty sniffer!!" deducted Diane with a grimace, which
just made Tina and Barbra laughed even harder upon seeing her face of
disgust.
"Oh no no no... why don't you tell them Ron?" Melinda ordered him with a
smirk, as she stared him down, glancing back in forth from his blushing
face to the red satin thong that was still resting on his lap. "Tell
them what you like to be forced to do with panties."
Jumping to the wrong conclusion again, Tina announced, "He jerks off
into them! He's panty wanker!"
"Nope. Close, but no cigar. Come on Ronnie, tell them before I do,"
Melinda threatend as Ron began shacking.
Trying to control his voice, Ron tried to find a way out of this by
saying, "Listen... everyone's got their own little kinks... this has
gone far enough... you've all had a good laugh at my expense. Let's just
call it even and ugh... " Reaching for his wallet, he pulled out a few
hundred dollar bills and said, "... here, I'll even pay for your drinks
tonight when you go out. Okay?" He desperately tried, hoping it might
work.
"For the last time, TELL THEM what you like to be forced to do!" she
once again demanded, to which all three of the other girls were now al l
ears and smiling, absolutely delighted on how their week was ending.
"I like to be forced... to wear them," Ron finished his phrase almost in
a whisper.
"No way?!?" Tina said in disbelief, right before giggling non-stop,
being the only one of the three who understood what he said.
"Say it again," Melinda sang out, "and little louder this time," she
added with authority.
Closing his eyes, not wanting to see their faces as he said it, "I like
to be forced into wearing... panties. There, are you happy?!?" Ron
finally admitted as he blushed away angrily, praying that it'd be over
after they had their laugh.
For a good two minutes the girls couldn't stop laughing and making
teasing comments, as he just sat there and took it all, accommodating
them as he switched back and forth from different shades of red.
"So girls, do we make Ron here lose his job?" Melinda asked the group as
they regained their composure, "... or should we have some fun with him
instead?" she tossed the idea to the other girls with an evil smile.
"Come on... you're not really going to tell Mrs. Sinclair about this?!?"
Ron said in a panic, realising he might actually get fired from the job
he loved so much, and end up being stuck unemployed. "That would just
be... too mean," he tried to reason with them. He 'could' find another
job in his field, but finding one that paid as much was literally
impossible. Knowing he was trapped, Ron really freaked out on the inside
when he heard the youngest amongst them make a suggestion.
With her eyes widening, remembering it was the last Friday of the month,
Tina announced all excitedly, "It's amateur nigh tonight at Charly's!"
"Aww wow! That would be funny!" Barbra agreed with a Cheshire grin,
loving the idea.
Charly's was a strip joint for women, where the local 'Chippendale' like
strippers preformed. Having heard the name a few times, being it was the
only place of it's kind in town, Ron started imagining the worst.
"Ok, here is how this is going to go down..." Melinda said, having come
up with a perfect scenario in her mind, "... I say we tell Mrs. Sinclair
that we invited Ron over here to our weekly drink fest at 'Barny's'..."
"Yeah but, what about Charly's?!?" cut off Tina, all upset that her
original plan was being put aside.
"We're still taking him to Charly's Tina..." Melinda said impatiently,
pissed off she was being interrupted, "... my idea WAS: we tell Mrs.
Sinclair that, in order to bury the hatchet between us, we had invited
Ron to come and party with us... and at the end of the night, after we
all had had a bit too much to drink, he had challenged Tina here to a
game of pool, being that Barny's has a pool table."
"And let me guess?" Barbra said with a giggle, "Ron's going to end up
losing a bet to Tina?" figuring out her evil plan.
"Bingo!" confirmed Melinda with a triumphant smile.
"Bet?!? What bet? What do you plan on making me do?!?" he said gulped in
fear.
Ignoring him Melinda continued, "I say that during their game, Ron had
ended up making some really sexist remarks right before losing, and had
foolishly made a bet thinking he was going to win. Sound like a plan?"
she asked the other women who were all nodding like a bunch of evil
bobble-heads.
"Yeah but, you still haven't said what you were going to make me do?" he
pleaded, as if it was going to make a difference.
"All in good time Ronnie," Melinda teased, enjoying her new found power
over him. "First thing's first, put those panties on... NOW!" she barked
out at him. "We all know it's your fetish, so why don't you just enjoy
it and do what you're told."
"Okay listen, I appreciate that you guys are trying maybe to live out
what you think is some kind of crazy fantasy of mine... but PLEASE, come
on..." he tried one last time, "... let's just call it a night, and
ugh... for the next month I'll get you all fresh coffee and donuts every
morning, and ugh... plus I'll even serve it to you!"
"Oh, I have no doubt you'll be serving us coffee in the future..." she
giggled to herself, foreseeing his destiny, "...what I can't wait for is
how you're going to look when you're doing it wearing a skirt and
mincing around in high heels," Melinda smirked, making the other three
laugh, picturing the image. "Now I'm not going to ask you this again,
so, just undo your pants, lose those boxers of yours, and slid into
those panties... NOW! I'm giving you exactly three seconds to start
undressing. If you don't, I swear to God I'll drag you right over here
to the middle of the room, and MAKE you put them on... in front of us!
The choice is yours."
Unbuckling his pants behind his desk, Ron finally gave in, which
prompted Diane to say in total disbelief, "Oh my God... he's actually
going to do it!"
**to be continued**
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