Sudden Realisation
‘‘What can I help you with Miss Jarvis?’ Sandra Markowski asked as she closed the door. ‘I see. Well, I can't
fault you for your initiative. What has it been, three weeks since your hire?’
‘Just long enough to learn your flaws and formulate a plan to replace you with me. You old school Admins are a thing of the past, resigned to the museum along with the typewriter and fax machine,’ Emma Davis stated. ‘I took the liberty of giving us lots of space to settle your retirement, unfortunately, yours will not include a party and cake, just a body bag.
‘You have to earn this position Miss Davis, it's not just awarded,’ Sandra smiled. ‘Three weeks is hardly what I would call an apprenticeship of any merit
.’
‘Fortunately for me and the inverse for you I’ve done my time in other places, but I always had my eye on this place and your position, so when an opening came up, I slummed it for the requisite time until I could get you alone and finish you and that time has come,’ Emma stated as she undid her white top.
‘Girls before you and girls after you, the cycle repeats itself for again. But to borrow a word from you, unfortunately, not for you, this is your only cycle,’ Sandra smiled, removing her glasses.
Emma gave her a sour faced look, then quickly twirled her top into a rope and snapped it at Sandra, popping the buttons off her top.
‘Impressive, for a woman your age, of course, Emma smiled as her makeshift whip cracked again and again as Sandra tried to dance out of the way, only managing to do a few times as more than several blows caught her allowing the upstart to close the distance between them.
With deft skill Emma wrapped her top around Sandra’s wrists pulling them together, then above the woman’s head where Emma twirled about bend forward then launched Sandra over her back and across the room, her body crashing to the floor hard.
‘How’s that for coming down to earth old woman! Don’t worry there’s more where that came from!’ Emma promised.
Sandra found herself being pulled to her feet, the shirt rope under her neck.
‘Sa-Sha! Emma yelled as a blow found the small of her opponents back buckling her knees but not toppling her.
Sandra found her arms above her head again. This time Sandra hooked the heel of her pump into those of her opponents and turned fusing their legs together.
‘Office politics is full of twists and turns, one needs to be flexible to stay abreast of what’s going on,’ Emma laughed and she twisted Sandra around like a crowscrew straining her entire body. ‘Hard day at the office, you’re very tense,’ she mocked before snapping hard in one direction and letting the older woman go, who fell straight to the floor in a heap.
Emma tossed away her top, put a foot on the back of the defeated woman, striking a pose then sat down and wheeled herself close to Sandra.
‘I honestly thought it would be harder than this. I’d win of course, but you’d make me earn it just a little, but you couldn’t even do that. You are past your best before date, aren’t you and those items that have expired, well they go out with the trash,’ Emma mocked. ‘Can you even hear me,’ she said. Using the tip of her black stockinged toes placed under the chin of Sandra she raised up the head of her defeated opponent, leaning forward and over before adding, ‘The only questions left is how to do it and how slow to do it.’
The last word had barely faded when the underside of Sandra’s stocking foot smashed into the forehead of Emma sending her flying back, out of the chair and hard against the wall, Sandra’s Scorpion kick connected perfectly.
Still unsure of her balance, the veteran Admin side rolled toward the dazed body of Emma, this time putting her black stockings to work and her legs snaked around Emma’s neck, turned folded back, crossed ankles and tightened instantly. For good measure, in the shock and confusion from her opponent, she seized her arms, pinning them behind her back with her own entangled about them holding her in place, then rolled them over into a tight ball squeezing hard.
Emma with no way to move felt the texture of the sheer stocking material against her neck, the ever increasing pleasure and the delicious smell of Sandra’s perfume that she’s sprayed on her stockings from the morning. Active for a minute or so, her body was soon reduced to small snapping gestures while her eyes began to flutter before they rolled back white and she slipped into unconsciousness.
‘Well, welcome back, at least for the meantime,’ Sandra smiled. Oh, be very careful, as you can see I’ve encased your body and tied you to the chair using Razor Clips. One small move the wrong way and you’ll be cut. Funny they look just like real paper clips, only Admin’s know the difference,’ she mused. ‘Before we go any further I want to thank you for an excellent fight and the insight it conferred upon me. You are a worthy opponent, one to be respected, that;s why I’ve left you with a chance. As I explained, you’re tied in a certain way, you can’t escape and certain movements are not advised, but you can move in other ways. I think you can see where this is going, that’s why you're stripped except for your bra and panties. All external clothing and devices, you may have had a mind to use are gone. Now back to the way I’ve tied you,’ Sandra smiled and she knelt naked in front of the chair. ‘You can only use one foot, but any woman worth their salt only needs one. Please me or pleasure me, whatever term you like and I’ll let you go, don’t and, well, we both know the consequences,’ Sandra smiled.
Emma knew she had victory in her grasp. Her foot mounted Sandra’s knee then lightly slithered and slid its way up before diving down toward the woman’s paradise in a slow crawl, toes pinching and gripping as they went, then a tender circle around her mound before up the other side, down the thigh and back up again only this time toward her breasts were soft kneading scrunches of her toes bright gasps then stiffness to her pink nipples. Small bumps from the smooth pads of her toes accentuated the ecstasy. Sandra was nearly there when the foot slipped down, a toe creeping inside her paradise to a moan and gasps.
Sandra finished dressing a smile on her face as she pulled a small canister from her purse and placed it on the floor just out of Emma’s reach.
‘You lying bitch, all that work for nothing!’ she screamed.
‘Don’t be modest my dear Miss Davis, it was indeed wonderful and of course I lied, after all it's just business,
we both know that, situational ethics they call it, pushing down the top of the canister.
‘In less than a minute this will start to stream out and around the area you find yourself in, coating everything it touches in a suffocating seal. Of course you could always move but those razor clips. I’ll leave that decision for you to make,’ smiled. Don’t worry within a week you’ll be replaced and forgotten about. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a resignation letter to type regarding this matter. Goodbye Miss Davis.’
Dear Sir:
It has been my inestimable pleasure to have been at your
side for more years than I think either of us would care to
admit to. Recently, I’m finding it more difficult to perform
my duties to the standard I have set for myself and as such
the level you’d have expected from me since we began this
journey together.
I therefore tender my resignation, effective immediately. I will
of course introduce you to my replacement that I have hand
selected. She will continue the work we have built and continue
to do so, and will be at your side as I have have been all these
years.
Yours sincerely,
Sandra Markowski
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