Nikki’s arguments with Steven at work were epic. She never seemed to agree with his choice of meeting times, venues, or agendas. The simplest team meeting became an epic dispute.
Finally her direct supervisor called them into his office. “Nikki,” he said, “you’re being a disruptive bitch. From now on I’m giving Steven authority over meetings. You show up for meetings when he calls them, where he calls them, and you talk to the agenda he sets. No exceptions. If I hear you arguing about another meeting, for any reason, no matter how reasonable, you’re fired. Part of your job is to make the unreasonable work. Now get out of my sight.”
Nikki was chilled. She couldn’t afford to be fired now. She was deeply in debt, and not long enough in this position to parlay it into employment elsewhere. And worse, Steven knew that.
She was barely back at her desk when the meeting popped up in her calendar.
“Time: 9 pm tonight.
Location: Your home, in your bath tub. You are expected to dress appropriately for the venue:
Agenda items:
– What a colossal slut Nikki is (verbal presentation by Nikki, 10 minutes)
– Current state of Nikki’s cunt (interactive visual presentation by Nikki, 10 minutes)
– What Nikki’s mouth is good for (oral presentation by Nikki, 10 minutes)
– Non-consensual sex (Nikki will make herself available for this, duration: until satisfaction is reached)
As no secretary is available, proceedings will be documented on film for distribution to interested parties.”
Nikki felt herself breathing rapidly. She could take this to her supervisor… but she had seen the way he looked at her tits from time to time. She thought if he didn’t fire her on the spot, he might choose to invite himself to the meeting as well…
She knew if she agreed to this, it would not be the last meeting. There would be further meetings in the men’s toilets, in strip clubs, in the board room of the office, with her demonstrating the uses of a dildo, or ways her tits could be abused, or an exploration of how much cum she could swallow…
But hadn’t she known, deep down, that she would always end up a whore? Wasn’t her pussy wet at the thought even now? And could she really afford to say no?
She bit her lip, and clicked “accept meeting”…
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