Scintillectually Yours

The two women square off on either side of the conference room table. Both severe in their business suits, the one in the tie runs her masculine hand through her short hair and sighs, “I see we’ve reached an impasse.” The other turns upon her 4” heels and folds her arms across the cleavage peeking out from the satin camisole under her navy blazer, “Yes, it seems we have.”

Tie puts both hands flat on the mahogany table between them and appraises her rival. Heels coolly returns her gaze. “So? Where do we go from here?” Tie chuckles, “Oh, I could think of a few things but I doubt it’s going to change your mind about the deal.”

“Really.” Heels walks sharply to the other side of the table and pushes Tie down into one of the leather armchairs. “Is this what you want?” She raises one leg high and plants her foot on the other woman’s shoulder. Tie no longer sees dollar signs; she sees nothing but a garter belt hooked into thigh-high sheer stockings, surrounding glistening pink flesh. Heels stares her down, “Hostile takeovers make me wet.”

Tie clears her throat and adjusts her crotch, “um, yeah…I can see that.”

“You want this deal done your way. You do me mine. Suck me off, boi.”

Incredulous, Tie looks up at her. Seriously, she thinks? I’m going to ace this merger by fucking this bitch? Oh, this is too easy. She starts to reach up and push Heels down onto the table.

“Oh no. Not that way.” Heels lowers her foot and leaves Tie drooling. “I’ll be back. Don’t you fucking move.”

The minutes tick by and then the heavy door opens again. Heels strides back across the room. She stands in front of Tie who is ready, wet, waiting…thinking she has just scored the deal of the century.

“This is the way it goes down. It won’t be just this once. You will come when I call. I will maintain that corner office…yes, the one that was yours…and you will have a pager. When I want you, you will come. You will do what I want, when I want, and no one will be the wiser. Now, if you can live with those terms and conditions, I am ready to sign.”

Tie is restless, eager. She can’t wait to get her mouth on that juicy pussy. “Yeah, yeah…absolutely.” She grabs the pen and scrawls her name underneath Heels’. Then she turns to her, salivating at the idea of fulfilling her duties. Heels has raised her skirt, exposing…

an 8” by 2” silicone dildo secured to her waist with the softest, blackest, most evil leather harness.

Tie absently takes note of the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and the well-manicured red nails as Heels hands her the pager. She swallows hard, every bit of her pride…and takes her mistress’ cock into her mouth for the first of many times.