Second Place Part 13--Terri's Christmas
Terri
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Terri pulled her car to the shoulder of the road again. For the eighth
time, she had been blinded by tears and was crying so hard she could
not continue driving.
Wiping her eyes, she reached over to the passenger seat of her car.
Retrieving the small stack of papers, she read the first few lines and
confirmed that they were, indeed, real. As they had been the first
dozen times she had read them, in disbelief.
The pretty blonde had been minding her own business, preparing for
another humiliating day at the hands of Danielle. Her boss was being
especially cruel these past few days. Terri figured it was jealousy
because Danielle had found out about her and Carrie. Not that Terri
had any say in what Carrie or anyone else did to her...but Danielle
took it out on her just the same, having lusted after the redhead for
several years without any luck.
She'd been minding her own business that morning, when a knock came at
the door. That was when she had been served.
Now, her heart felt like it had been ripped from her silicone-enhanced
chest. Divorce! Steven wanted a divorce! And it was all Danielle's
fault. Danielle had seen to it. She hadn't followed through on her
threats to send Steven the videotapes of some of Terri's extramarital
performances, but Steven would have to have been blind not to know that
something was going on. Terri's sizzling, slutty wardrobe, which would
have put a callgirl to shame. The late night calls from men asking for
Terri. Terri going out every night, slipping quietly into bed in the
early morning hours, always too tired to do anything for her husband.
All thanks to Danielle. Danielle, turning Terri into a callgirl.
Danielle, keeping Terri after work for hours on end, making her perform
over and over again until she used her tongue just right. Danielle,
escorting Terri to a picnic ground, and making her burn all her old
clothing in a fire barrel...only cheap, slutty clothes for our Terri!
Danielle, making arrangements for her friend Carrie to be temporarily
assigned to work in Steven's office. Carrie....
Carrie
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The redhead had watched the house from her car, parked across the
street. She'd seen the car with the well-dressed, lawyerly looking man
drive up, seen him go to the front door and knock. She'd seen him
deliver a large manila envelope to the woman who answered the door,
then turn around and walk briskly back to his car, ignoring the
questions being directed at him with rapidly increasing volume by the
blonde woman who had answered the door. The blonde had chased the man
to his car, screaming at him and pleading for an explanation. She'd
watched the man drive away, noticing that he pulled his car to the curb
about a block away, and out of sight of the sobbing blonde, to complete
some paperwork. Carrie had watched the blonde stagger back into her
house in shock. The redhead had seriously considered going into the
house and raping the blonde, to punctuate her grief and humiliation
even more, but in the end had decided to leave things as they were.
About thirty minutes after that, the door to the house had opened, and
the slut who was married to Carrie's man had come out, gotten in her
car, and drove off in tears.
Carrie then got out of her car and went to the front door of the house.
She searched momentarily until she found the key she knew was hidden
there. Letting herself in to the now empty house, she headed straight
for the master bedroom and opened the closet which contained her man's
wife's wardrobe. (Would that make her my "wife-in-law"? the vivacious
redhead giggled to herself.) In the far back of the closet, she found
the item she was looking for, wrapped in plastic from the cleaners and
having not been worn for several years. Ripping the plastic away,
Carrie stripped naked and then began dressing in the clothing she had
picked out.
Then the redheaded homewrecker laid down in the middle of the bed, clad
in Terri's white wedding dress, and masturbated, waiting for her man to
come home.
Danielle
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Danielle tried to concentrate on the paperwork in front of her. She
was finding it increasingly difficult because of what Terri was doing
under her desk. Taking a deep breath, the young saleslady forced
herself to focus on the pages upon pages of contracts...and away from
the tongue which was working her over sooooooo expertly, down below.
It probably would have been easier to order the blonde to stop, and
take a rain check on the "afternoon delight" Terri was giving her boss.
But the young assistant had had a VERY poor attitude lately, and
Danielle was determined to set her straight. A glance under the desk
confirmed that her assistant was still dutifully reaming her ass with
the 8" dildo she had been provided with.
Terri's need for an attitude adjustment had begun three days earlier,
when the staff had decked out the office for the holidays. The office
had come to a complete halt, reveling in the sight of the office bimbo
climbing a step ladder to hang decorations and ornaments from the
ceiling, clad in a black miniskirt. Once the task was done, Terri had
slinked back to her desk, failing to note the mistletoe which someone
had hung from the ceiling directly above her. It took her the rest of
the day to figure out why the men (and a few of the women) in the
office kept grabbing her and roughly forcing their tongue into her
mouth. The blonde bimbo had then taken the mistletoe down, drawing a
reprimand from
Danielle, who had ordered her to put it back up, and to remove her
panties and hang them up there with it. Following this episode, many
of the kisses were accompanied by hands wandering under Terri's skirt.
This morning, the dumb blonde had been in tears when a process server
had paid her a visit, serving Terri with notice that Steven was filing
for divorce. Danielle and Angela had spent the morning cruelly
referring to this as Terri's "early Christmas present". Terri had
finally exploded, declaring that she wasn't going to put up with
Danielle's blackmail any longer.
Danielle had then politely reminded her delectable servant of the
illegal things she had done, including corporate espionage and
prostitution. Failing to mention, of course, that it was Danielle
herself who had forced Terri to do all of these things. And when Terri
still didn't calm down, Danielle had brought out the Christmas cards.
The "Christmas cards" consisted of rather plain holiday greeting cards,
each with "Season's Greetings" embossed on the front. Inside, however,
each card contained a unique picture. And of course, each card was
addressed to someone Terri knew. Pictures of Terri masturbating,
half-dressed in a business blazer--addressed to various former
coworkers and business associates. A picture of Terri, bathed in cum
and sweat, with cocks in every orifice, addressed to Terri's
grandmother in Phoenix. An entire package of pictures, addressed to
Terri's soon to be ex-husband, completely documenting the blonde's
illicit activities by showing her screwing dozens of men and women.
("The divorce court should find these VERY interesting," Danielle had
remarked.)
Danielle had threatened to mail the Christmas cards, and of course the
begging, pleading, crying and apologizing had begun. As Terri's tongue
worked at her crotch, the villianess reflected that the funnest part of
having Terri as her assistant was the begging, pleading, crying and
apologizing. This pleased the brunette, who was sure that there would
be much more of it later tonight, when Terri would be forced to watch
Danielle drop the Christmas cards into the mail for real.
All in all, by the time the night was over, Danielle mused, Terri's
entire life would be destroyed. Steven had filed for possession of the
house (at Carrie's insistence), and the pretty redhead homewrecker was
at this moment moving her things in, and carelessly tossing aside
Terri's possessions. Terri wouldn't be homeless, however...she would
be moving in with Danielle! Who would then make use of the ruined
blonde till she grew tired of the game...at which point Terri would be
packed into a crate and shipped to one of Danielle's contacts in the
Middle East, where the hapless girl would spend the remainder of her
life serving as a harem slave.
But that was all in the future, in the new year yet to come. Enjoy the
present, and all the joy it brings, the wicked brunette chided herself.
Danielle's thoughts turned to the company Christmas party, later this
evening. There would be plenty of food, plenty of drinks, and gifts
for all. Santa Claus wouldn't be able to make it, being very busy and
all, but rumor had it that one of his elfs might make it to the party.
A very slutty elf, whose green minidress, matching holiday green thong,
and festive red 36-DDD bra would no doubt end up lying forgotten on the
floor very early in the evening.
The very thought, coupled with the intensive tongue lashing she had
been receiving from Terri over the past several hours, made the evil
brunette cum. The first cum of many for this evening.
