AMY'S SHAME - A Story by Ginny and Amy
AMY'S SHAME pt 1
"That's it! Now I've got that bitch!" Jamie slammed shut the folder she
was holding and reached for the phone on her desk. She dialed her boss's
three digit intercom number and when a man answered, she asked for an
appointment. "Three o'clock?" he asked. Jamie smiled that superior smile
that made everyone hate her as she answered, "Thanks. I'll see you then."
For more than a year, Jamie had been seething about the way Amy, or
"Miss Goody Two-Shoes" as Jamie disdainfully referred to her behind her
back, had made a success of her career while ingratiating herself with
their boss, Tom Phillips. Now, Jamie's persistence in stalking Amy had
paid off. The folder on her desk contained all the evidence she needed
to get Amy tossed out of the Exchange on her "bony ass." The evidence
had come from a friend of Jamie's at the SEC who had found the missing
piece of evidence that Amy had given "inside information" to her father
to use playing the market.
Now that she had the proof, Jamie was going to her boss and permanently
remove Amy's annoying presence from her life forever. She met her mother
Barbara for lunch and told her how she planned to use the file to
destroy Amy's budding career. Barbara was silent throughout the meal,
but when they kissed as they parted, Barbara whispered, "If you get rid
of her, how do you know her replacement won't be worse? Why not use
what you have to ensure she doesn't just stop annoying you, but gives you
pleasure and even a little entertainment as well. The information you
have is enough to keep her in her place so to speak."
On her way back to the office, Jamie thought about her mother's advice.
Barbara had proved her wisdom as a mentor in many varied ways and
Jamie trusted her advice. By the time she got back to her desk, she'd made
up her mind! Since it was a Friday, she called her boss and rescheduled
their meeting for Monday morning. Then she called Amy's secretary and
made an appointment to see her rival as close to quitting time as
possible. All afternoon, Jamie prepared herself for their meeting. She
wanted it to sound just right when she delivered her ultimatum.
At four o'clock, Jamie appeared at Amy's door. The tall, slender Amy
rose from her desk to meet Jamie halfway into her office. "My secretary
said you wanted to see me. What's it about, Jamie? I'm pretty busy right
now. I've got several deadlines coming due." Jamie grinned her "bitchy"
smile and gently closed the door behind her, leaning against it and
locking it silently without Amy's knowledge. Once she was sure they
wouldn't be disturbed, she sat on the corner of Amy's desk and crossed
her long, shapely legs. In the office she usually wore her skirts just
above the knee, but at night when she was clubbing with her friends, she
wore skirts as short as possible to show off what she considered her
best asset, her long legs.
Jamie knew all the girls were jealous of her legs, that's why she had crossed them so dramatically, to
annoy Amy. "How're your fathers investments doing," she asked
insincerely. Amy sniffed. "I don't think that's any of your business,"
she snapped. "If that's what you came to talk about, you can leave now."
Jamie held up the folder and waved it under Amy's nose. "I don't think
so, Amy-girl." Amy hated it when Jamie called her that. The first time
she'd done it in public Amy bristled and told her in no uncertain terms
to knock it off. Jamie had never done it in public again, but whenever
the two of them were alone (which Amy
made sure wasn't often) that's what Jamie called her.
She only did it because she loved the way Amy's face flushed and her
nostrils flared with anger, but Amy was too dumb to ever figure that
out. Once, about six months ago, Amy had gotten so mad she'd tried to
slap the shorter Jamie when she called her "Amy-girl." Jamie had
anticipated her reaction, however, and had easily caught her by the
wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. Jamie had marched Amy to the
wall and pinned her there until she began to whimper and beg her to
release her. Ever since that day, Amy had been intimidated by her co-worker.
Now, when Jamie refused to leave her office, Amy was unsure of what to
do. Finally she sighed, "Well," she said, her tone revealing her
uncertainty of what to do, "then I'm going to leave because I don't
intend to discuss my family's financial affairs with you." Amy brushed
past Jamie's long legs and reached for the doorknob. Since Jamie had
locked it, Amy had to fumble with the lock which gave Jamie time to grab
her from behind by the scruff of the neck and turn her around.
Jamie leaned close and Amy shrank back against the wall to avoid the
press of Jamie's full breasts against her own smaller ones. Amy looked
down into Jamie's eyes and then, suddenly, Jamie saw her expression
change. Amy steeled herself and glared at the shorter woman. Amy was
5-7, several inches taller than Jamie although the short woman
outweighed her by a good ten pounds because of her toned and
well-developed figure. "Don't do anything stupid, Amy-girl," Jamie
chided as she held the tall girl by the neck, her fingers slowly
squeezing and relaxing in a hypnotic rhythm, "I've got everything in
this file I need to ruin you and your precious father as well."
Amy looked dumbly at the manila folder Jamie held clutched in her fist.
"Wha . . . what's in it?" she asked. It was all Jamie could do not to
laugh at the brunette's dazed expression. "It's a complete file
detailing all of the information you gave your father about the deals
you've been doing for the firm the past few years. I can prove the two
of you have been using "inside information" to make money in the
market." Amy's body went limp and she pulled away from Jamie's grasp and
dropped into a chair. Her hands trembled as she gripped the arms
tightly. "What . . . what are you going to do about it?" she croaked.
Jamie was enjoying watching Amy's distress and she hated to tell her
and end her suspense, but time was getting short if her plan was going to
come off on schedule. "I was going to take it to Mr. Phillips," she
said. At the sound of her boss's name, Amy turned pale and gave a
sudden gasp. Jamie watched the rapid rise and fall of Amy's petite breasts
inside her designer silk blouse and it was all she could do to keep
from laughing as she thought about what she was going to do to the haughty
brunette in the weeks ahead.
Jamie saw Amy's eyes tearing as she thought of her and her father
spending the next twenty years in jail. The disgrace of having her
husband and daughter in jail might even kill her mother. She only
dimly heard Jamie's voice as she continued to speak, "But I thought that's
not really fair. After all, you're young and you're entitled to make a
mistake.' Isn't that right, Amy-girl?" Jamie lifted Amy's limp wrist,
taking her hand in her own and brushing a tear from the young woman's
cheek. Amy eagerly bobbed her head. "Oh yes, Jamie, yes. That's right,
it was a mistake. I swear I'll never do it again. I won't forget you for
this. I'd do anything to repay you for not reporting me." Jamie chuckled
out loud. Poor naïve Amy was making it so easy she was taking all the
fun out of her triumph.
"You will," Jamie said in a monotone. Amy looked up in surprise, "Huh?
I don't understand." Jamie laughed her "bitch-laugh" again. Everyone
loathed her for it because she only did it when she had the upper hand
over someone. "I was going to report you and have you fired, in fact,
I still may, but I thought we might work it out between the two of us
instead." Seeing that poor Amy was still confused, Jamie explained in
detail what she had planned. When she heard it, Amy gasped and refused
to participate in Jamie's "sick game." But Jamie took her time and
calmly explained how much more difficult Amy would find her life in
prison compared to the course that Jamie had plotted for her.
Amy wouldn't have agreed if it were merely her own life, but the thought
of her father spending the next twenty years in jail as well was too
much. She heaved a resigned sigh and reluctantly nodded her head.
"Alright Jamie," she gasped, "I'll do anything to keep Daddy out of
jail. When do you want to start?" "Here's the address," Jamie said,
tossing a folded slip of paper on Amy's cluttered desk. "Be there at
eight sharp tonight." Seeing hesitation in Amy's face, Jamie added
ominously, "If you're not there on time, I'm going to Phillips with
the folder. If you're lucky, they'll let you clean out your desk before
they haul you off to jail."
Amy began to perspire heavily. She knew that Jamie was the kind of a
cruel bitch who'd get off on seeing her dragged out of the office in
handcuffs. With a heavy sigh, Amy nodded her head, "All right, I'll be
there." As Jamie turned to go, Amy added with a tremor in her voice,
"I hope you don't expect too much though, I've never made love to a woman
before." Now it was Jamie who was surprised. That was when she realized
that Amy still had no clue to the terrible things she had planned for
her. It increased her excitement.
"Don't worry, Amy-girl," Jamie said gently, "I'm sure you know how to
do everything I'll require of you. Who knows, you might even enjoy it."
With that, she unlocked the door and strode confidently back to her
own office where she picked up the phone and punched in a speed dial number
"Hi Mom," she said conspiratorially, "It's all set. She's supposed to
be there at eight tonight, but I doubt she has the guts to go through
with it. She'll probably run home, pack her shit and head for the airport
with her old man."
Barbara listened quietly until her daughter was finished and then
disagreed with her, "I don't think so, Jamie. There's something about
Amy that makes me believe she'll show up right on time. After all, she
and her father will need a few days to liquidate their holdings, if
nothing more. She'll have to play along with you to buy time, that's the
key! Once we get our hands on her, we can beat down her resistance in
no time. Who knows if she likes it, you'll have your own personal
plaything?"
Jamie was becoming aroused by the thought of having "Miss
Goody-Two-Shoes" at her mercy and she began to look forward to eight
o'clock and hoped Amy wouldn't disappoint her. "After all," Jamie
thought, "It'd be a lot more fun to make that cunt my slave than to
have her escape my wrath altogether." The more she thought about it, the
more delicious the prospect seemed.
Amy got home that evening with a heavy heart. She had a lot to think
about as she walked the street to her apartment. As she climbed the
stairs to her one bedroom apartment, she thought about her father who
had been ill lately. The shock of prison and losing the family fortune
might be too great for him. Even worse, her mother still thought she was
the greatest kid in the world and the disappointment of seeing her in
jail would destroy the bond of trust that had built up over the past 28
years. "I know that bitch," Amy thought, "She wants something from me,
maybe inside information she can use herself. I'll go to her house and
see what's up. Even if she forces me to have sex with her, how bad can
it be?" Amy had never been with a woman before, but like many women,
she'd often fantasized about what it would be like. "Now, I guess I'll
have a chance to find out," she mused.
That evening, promptly at eight, Amy rang the doorbell at a large,
brownstone townhouse. The door was opened by a tall woman in a maid's
outfit who, on hearing Amy's name, showed her to a small drawing room
and gestured to a chair. "Wait there, Madam will be with you shortly."
She silently disappeared, leaving Amy alone in the dim light. She
looked around at the walls covered with leather-bound volumes.
"Jamie must certainly be doing well in the market," she thought to
herself.
After several minutes two women appeared in the doorway. One was Jamie
and the other, surprisingly, was her mother Barbara whom Amy had met at
the office. Barbara was dressed all in black and upon seeing Amy's
quizzical expression, Jamie waved her hand toward the older woman and
announced, "This is my mother Barbara. You've met before, I believe?.
From now on, if you're permitted to speak to her at all, you'll refer
to her simply as Barbara, or Mistress Barbara. Is that clear?" Amy
swallowed hard and nodded silently. This wasn't what she'd expected.
Barbara approached Amy and motioned her to rise. As did, her knees
shook with fright. Up close, she realized that Barbara was older than she'd
appeared at first. She must have been in her early fifties although
she could pass for a woman much younger. She was obviously vain about her
appearance and, judging from her firm thighs and muscular calves,
she'd spent time in the gym. It wasn't often Amy met a woman who could
intimidate her with just a look, but Barbara was such a woman. Looking
past Barbara, Amy spoke directly to Jamie who had a broad grin on her
lips, "OK, I'm here. What do you want me to do?" Jamie walked slowly to
Amy and put her right hand lightly on her shoulder. "I expect you todo
exactly as you're told, Amy-girl. Otherwise, you and your precious
father will spend tonight in jail." She pushed and Amy toppled onto
her ass on the sofa behind her.
Jamie sat down facing Amy and eyed her closely. "I think you're
overdressed for this evening's
entertainment," she said, "Take off your clothes." Amy had expected it
and wasn't surprised by the order. She was certain that Jamie intended
to force her to perform oral sex on her, and perhaps Barbara as well, in
exchange for her silence about the inside trading. She'd been thinking
about it all afternoon and had not only resigned herself to it, but
had surprisingly found the prospect excited her. She rose and slowly
removed her dress and half-slip, leaving her in her bra, pantyhose and
panties.
Jamie studied her and then nodded, "I'm surprised, frankly," she
admitted. "After watching you in the office for a year, I hadn't
expected you'd even look this good." Amy wasn't sure if Jamie was
complimenting of her body or criticizing of her office attire. Jamie
waved her hand impatiently and told Amy to continue. She took a deep
breath, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As it slid down her
arms, she inhaled to expand her chest and make her small breasts
appear as full as possible. It was, of course, a futile and unnecessary
attempt, for as soon as she exhaled Jamie would see her little breasts
in their natural state. But she did it anyway.
Amy hated the breasts God had given her and she wished she'd gotten
implants many years ago as she'd wanted to. But she'd lacked the courage
and even recent revelations about the silicone implants hadn't made
her feel any better about the decision. She bent from the waist and rolled
her pantyhose down her long, slender legs. "At least, while I'm bending
over it makes my breasts seem larger," she thought as she looked down
beneath her chest. She rose, tossed her pantyhose to Jamie and posed
for her provocatively in her bikinis.
Jamie didn't seem to be impressed and told her to get on with it. She
took off her panties and dropped them on top of her dress. "Now what?"
she asked with a note of fear. Amy was surprised the way her voice
cracked with emotion and quivered as she spoke. Jamie heard it and had
to suppress a smile. "Turn around," she ordered her. Amy pirouetted to
give Jamie a brief look at her tight behind which considered her best
body part after her hair. Jamie nodded as if Amy had passed some sort
of test and rose, "Come with me."
With more than a little trepidation, Amy silently followed Jamie up a
long, curving flight of stairs to the second floor. At the top of the
stairs, Jamie opened a door, "Go in and lie down, I'll join you
shortly." Amy entered and paused at the side of a large, canopied bed.
She heard the door lock behind her and heaved a sigh. She knelt on the
sheets and slowly spread herself across the large bed. Unsure of whether
Jamie wanted her on her belly or back, she laid on her side with her
back to the door. Whatever was about to happen, she didn't want to see
it coming!
She didn't know how long she lay there, it seemed forever. All the
while, thoughts of making love to Jamie ran through her brain. She
wasn't looking forward to it, that was certain! Not that Jamie wasn't an
attractive woman, for she certainly was. With her full, firm breasts,
flat stomach and long, taut legs, she was anything a man, or woman for
that matter, could ask for in a lover. Except for her personality!
Outwardly, Jamie seemed nice enough, but her character had a hard
edge. She could be domineering, inflexible and demanding for no apparent
reason. In short, she could be a bitch and that turned Amy off to her!
Finally, Amy heard the door open. Despite her desire to look, she
resisted and continued to lay with her back to the door. For a long
minute, nothing happened but then someone spanked her ass sharply. Amy
flinched and leaped off the bed to face her tormentor. Jamie grinned
at her, "Taking a little nap, were we, Amy-girl?"
Amy shook her head silently. "Follow me, bitch," Jamie snapped as she
spun on her heel and walked toward the door. Amy took a deep breath
and hurried after her, anxious she not give the woman any reason to hit
her again, even on the ass. Jamie took her to the end of the hall to the
bathroom. "Sit there," she said indicating the toilet. Amy wasn't sure
if she was supposed to raise the lid or not, but when she hesitated,
Jamie spanked her ass again, "I said sit down." Amy squatted on the
cold lid with her thighs pressed tightly together and her arms wrapped
around her slender chest.
Her eyes widened in fear when she saw Jamie take out a straight razor
and begin to sharpen it on a leather strop. "Lay back and open your
skinny legs, Bitch!" Jamie snapped. As Amy hesitated, Jamie pointed
the razor at her, "If you don't open your legs, Bitch, I'm going down the
hall and call the police. They'll have your family in custody before
you can get your clothes on and get home!" Amy believed Jamie would do it
and she slowly leaned back and spread her legs. Jamie knelt between
them and began to soap her pussy using a handful of lather from a bowl
she'd prepared.
The feel of Jamie's strong fingers massaging her pussy sent a shudder
through Amy. Jamie felt it and fought to hide a grin. So far,
everything was going better than she'd hoped. To prolong Amy's humiliation, and
her own satisfaction, Jamie continued to fondle Amy until she shifted her
weight and moaned deep in her throat. The crimson blush on Amy's face
told Jamie that her new slave was ready for the next step. She raised
the razor and scraped it over the sparse growth of fine hairs below
Amy's navel on her heaving stomach. "I wouldn't make any sudden moves
if I were you, Amy-girl," Jamie warned her as she slowly drew the razor
down to the forest of thick dark hair immediately above the slit
between Amy's trembling legs.
Amy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the unusual sensations Jamie
was creating as she slowly drew the razor across the most sensitive
portion of her anatomy. In spite of her resolve, however, Jamie could feel
Amy's excitement as she slowly shaved her until her pussy was as clean as a
new-born baby's. When she finished the shaving, Jamie ran her fingers
lightly over Amy's "mound of Venus" and held it there for a moment.
Tears ran down Amy's cheeks as she realized how easily Jamie had
gotten her aroused her with a mere shaving.
"Wash off the soap and go back to your room," Jamie told her firmly.
Amy stood up at the sink and
washed away the residue of Jamie's soaping, taking particular care to
wash away the soap that had worked its way inside of her during
Jamie's fondling. When she finished, she dried herself and padded down the
hallway to the first room she'd been in. It was deserted and she got
back on the bed to await her next trial. She didn't have to wait long
before Jamie reappeared carrying a small box.
Amy rolled onto her back and folded her hands behind her head, causing
her breasts to rise to their full(?) prominence. Jamie eyed Amy's
lanky 5'7" figure spread-eagled on the bed and shook her head sadly. Amy
looked up dewy-eyed and whispered, "Is this how you want me? Just tell
me, I'll do anything, really I will." Jamie nodded, "I'm glad you've
decided to be reasonable. Now get up and put this on." She tossed the
box on the bed.
Amy opened it with trembling fingers and found a small black knit
dress made of stretchy material. "I don't understand," Amy said, "I thought
you wanted to, . . . I mean, . . . you and me would . . ." She stopped
as she realized Jamie was laughing at her. "You dumb bitch," Jamie
sneered, "Did you really think I'd want to make love to you? You? I
can't even stand to look at you. The thought of letting you taste my
sweet puss makes me ill. I wouldn't give you the pleasure!"
"Now, put the dress on and be quick about it," Jamie snapped. Amy
scrambled off the bed, relieved that she was going to finally be
allowed to cover her nudity. As she pulled the dress up her legs, however, she
realized that it wasn't long enough to cover the length of her body
between her perky breasts and her newly-shaved pussy. She had to bend
her knees to keep her cunt from showing below the hem of the dress.
When she walked, it quickly worked up and over her tight ass until she had
to tug at it in an attempt to maintain some semblance of dignity. Jamie
watched her struggles with amusement.
"Put your shoes on," she ordered abruptly. Amy meekly did as she was
told and then Jamie led her by the hand back downstairs where Barbara was waiting. Barbara
drove them downtown to the sleazy part where the topless bars, tattoo
parlors, run-down hotels and strip joints seemed to congregate. On the
way, Jamie ran her hands over Amy's slender thighs, which made the
young girl squirm with nervous excitement. Unfortunately, whenever she
moved either one of her breasts or her pussy came out of her dress. She
spent the entire journey pulling and tugging futilely at her clothing, but
having no luck.
Barbara finally parked and they led Amy down an alley to an unmarked
door. Barbara knocked and a wizened old crone opened the door. "Hi
Babs," she croaked, then she kissed Barbara on the mouth. Barbara
introduced Jamie and pointed to Amy with a wave of her hand,
introducing her as "Jamie's new sub." Amy had no idea what the term meant at the
time, but she didn't like the sound of it.
"You want the usual, then?" the crone cackled as she eyed Amy's
youthfully firm figure hungrily. "Of course," Jamie said as she pushed
Amy's trembling body forward. "Give her the works, top and bottom."
The crone opened a cabinet on the wall and Amy's eyes widened in shock and
fear when she recognized what it contained.
