Mrs. Feldman's Cookies by Couture email: couture_writes@hotmail.com (FF) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** Sharon didn't care very much for her new supervisor, nor, did most of her co-workers. It wasn't as if any of them held any great love for their former supervisor either, but at least Mrs. Feldman had been tough enough and canny enough that they didn't mind thinking of her as their boss. However, the new supervisor, Kristie was fresh out of college and green as spring wood. To make matters worse, Sharon had put in for the job and didn't get it. As a result, Sharon was taking particular relish in making Kristie's job difficult just on general principle. And it was Sharon who was instigating the latest caper to get Kristie fired before the young graduate even had a chance to get settled in. ****************** "I don't know about this Sharon," Gwen said, taking a drag on her cigarette, exhaling and then flicking off the ashes. "I mean, not only is the newbie gonna look bad, *we're* gonna look bad." Sharon shook her head and grinned slyly. She had gathered her flock of saleswomen outside the back of the building, where they went to smoke during lunch. She didn't gather everyone, just the ones that mattered: the successful ones. There were eight of them all together. "No, Gwen," she said. "That's the beauty of it. We all had great sales when Mrs. Feldman was here. Now, when Sales go down and the only thing that has changed is the supervisor, then you can bet your bottom dollar they're gonna get rid of the new supervisor." She took a drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke out through her nose. "As long as we all stick together." "Come on Sharon," Doris said. She was the motherly one and a little on the chubby side. She wasn't aggressive, but she was so nice and had a Mrs. Cleaver way about her that people couldn't hang up on. It worked for her. "She's a nice girl. Let's just give her a chance." "She's embarrassing, is what she is," Sharon said. "Come on, are you with me?" One after the other, they all answered yes. *********** Two weeks later, Doris was called to Kristie's office. Thirty minutes later she returned and sat down next to Sharon. "What did she want?" asked Sharon. "She just wanted to talk about things. She's really upset about how the sales have gone down. She asked if there was anything she was doing wrong or what she could do to help." Doris shook her head and she had that sad motherly look in her eye again. "Dear God," Sharon said, knowing Doris had fallen for the new girl's pathetic plea. "What did you tell her?" "Nothing . . ." Doris mumbled, and then finally caved in. "Well I had to tell her something. She gave me the poor puppy dog look. I told her that the other day when Janice rang the bell nothing happened. Our old boss would have given her cookies." The bell was the brainchild of Mrs. Feldman. Whenever one of the reps sold a thousand contracts, they would run up and ring a bell enthusiastically. Mrs. Feldman would take the rep into her office and give them a home-made cookie. Stupid really, but the reps got into it and the cookies were damned good. Besides, They most of the fun was in teasing the other girls about how good the cookie was. Sharon knew she had to do something fast before Kristie started to do something on her own to motivate the other women. The girl had already gotten to Doris. It was then that Sharon had an idea that was so devious it surprised even her. There was no way she could tell the other girls about it. They would never go along . . . Not in a million years. That afternoon, as they were getting ready to leave the office, Kristie rang the bell. "Ladies," she said. "Tomorrow, I want to hear this bell ring." By that time Sharon had sold two hundred contracts already. She only had a fifty more to go. 'Oh don't you worry little Kristie,' she thought to herself. 'I'll definitely be ringing your bell tomorrow. *********** Sharon sold the fifty contracts before 9:30. She walked proudly to the front and rang the bell. Heads peeked over the cubicle walls. Doris smiled and looked relieved. The rest other seven reps conspiring against the new boss looked betrayed. Kristie quickly rushed from her office grinning from ear to ear. The bell had rung. Her urging the day before was successful. This leadership thing wasn't so hard after all. "Yea! Come in - come in to the office Sharon," she said, urging Sharon into the office. Sharon sat, while Kristie twittered around like a nervous school girl. "Here Sharon," Kristie said, opening a box of homemade cookies. "I didn't know what kind to make or how many Mrs. Feldman used to give, so I made all kinds. Take as many as you want." Sharon peered past her nose, down at the proffered cookies and made a wry face. Kristie's heart was pounding from excitement, but now her face began burning from embarrassment. She had done something else wrong, otherwise Sharon would have taken a cookie. Kristie was certain, she was most assuredly going to get fired and with her student loans, she was going to have to go live back at home with her parents to get by. Tears welled in her eyes. Sharon looked at the young girl's hurt expression and almost burst out laughing, but she managed to hold her cynical expression. What a newbie! The girl was pathetic. "You're not going to cry are you?" she asked sarcastically. Kristie blinked back her tears. "This isn't right is it? God, how am I ever going to do this job?" Sharon picked up a cookie and nibbled at it. Good, but not as good as Mrs. Feldman's. "Poor thing," she consoled. "It's a sweet thing to do I guess, but you must have misunderstood about Mrs. Feldman. She didn't *bake* us cookies. She . . . well, she *tossed* our cookies." "I don't understand," Kristie said, wiping away her tears. Sharon made 'V' with her finger, put it to her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down luridly. Kristie's face registered shock. "Oh my!" was all she could say. They never mentioned anything like this in college - NEVER. Sharon struggled to contain her laughter. "Surely you girls did things like that to the new pledges in your sorority?" "I wasn't in a sorority," Kristie replied meekly. "Oh Dear," Sharon said. "I'm sure human resources wouldn't have hired you fresh out of college with no experience at all. Maybe I should call them?" She reached for the phone. It wouldn't be long now before Kristie ran from her office never to be seen again. And then, well Sharon was sure HR would make certain to hire someone with a little more experience next time. Maybe that someone would be her. But Kristie caught Sharon's hand with her own. "Wait," she whispered. "I really don't know how to do this." Sharon couldn't believe it. Not only had Kristie bought it, she was falling to her knees. "Wait. Get up." Sharon exclaimed. This wasn't supposed to happen. She had never expected the girl to actually go through with it. "What's wrong?" Kristie asked. Had she messed up again? This was all so confusing and terrible embarrassing. Sharon pondered how to tell the poor girl it was all a joke. 'God, what had ever possessed me to do this?' she wondered. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it didn't seem like such a good idea now. She didn't want to get fired. Nor did she want to admit to her cruel joke. And then there was also the fact that her cunny was . . . well, it was wet - hot at the thought of what her boss was willing to do. "Nothing dear," Sharon said, coming up with a new plan. Yes, she would push the girl until she caved. "It's just that you don't want to wrinkle your clothes do you?" "No," Kristie said, fingering the button of her blouse. "Then take them off." Sharon locked the door to the office while the younger girl disrobed down to a silky pair of panties and bra. "All of them," Sharon said. "Why?" Kristie asked. She was more than a little hesitant. For one reason, she had always been shy of the small size of her breasts. For another, she could feel herself growing wet. "Never mind." Sharon got up and went to unlock the door. She had no intention of leaving, but she knew the young girl wouldn't want to be exposed to the office when the door was opened. And she was proved correct. "Wait." Kristie turned her back to Sharon, slipped the straps of her bra off of her shoulders, unhooked it, and set it carefully down. A little too carefully. Then she stepped out her panties. When she turned back around, and arm covered her breasts and a hand covered her crotch. She was blushing from head to toe. "Such a shy girl," Sharon said, grinning slyly. "Go on girl. Put your hands to your sides. I'm sure you have nothing to be shy about at your age." Kristie reluctantly lowered her arms to her sides. Sharon's attention was immediately drawn to the girl's breasts. The girl really had nothing more than plump hardened nipples atop very small mounds. Sharon went over and opened the cups of the bra, while Kristie prayed to God for a place to hide. Sharon cackled as she picked a wad a tissue from on of the cups. Little Miss Perfect wasn't quite so perfect. "My God," she exclaimed. "You stuff your bra. Not that I can say that I blame you." Kristie wanted to crawl under the table. She knew she was the supervisor and that she shouldn't have to listen to any derogatory comments like this from her subordinates, but, Sharon no longer seemed like a subordinate. Not with her superior attitude and being that she was fully clothed, while Kristie's slim body was naked and covered with tiny chill bumps. Sharon handed Kristie the balled up tissues. "Here honey, you need this." The younger woman took the tissue and looked at it dumbly. Sharon pointed down to the girl's crotch. "You're leaking sweetie," she said with a smirk. Poor Kristie didn't know quite what was happening inside of her body. She understood the embarrassment. Heck, she didn't like changing clothes in the gym and she was much too shy to shower until she got home, yet here she was - at work - naked - with an older woman - a subordinate - walking around her and inspecting her like a piece of meat. Kristie was mortified, and she expected to be. But what she didn't expect were these other feelings running through her body -- these feelings of arousal and . . . submission. Sharon grinned and watched carefully as her young supervisor dabbed the dew from her brown wiry pubic hair. Kristie bit her lip to keep from moaning. "You really should shave that patch of hair down there as soon as possible" Sharon said. "Why?" asked the younger woman. "For one, everyone will wonder whether you're really a blonde or not," Sharon said. "Well, except for me, cause I already know the truth." Sharon stepped behind her supervisor and placed her hands on the young woman's hips, while Kristie trembled in her grasp. "And the main reason is that if the other women see you are getting excited by what you are doing, then they may try to take advantage of you. Maybe they'll expect you to toss their cookies every three hundred contracts. Maybe they'll expect it just for coming in for the day. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Kristie could feel the moisture running down her thigh. What was wrong with her? Why was her body betraying her and why did it turn her on so much to her subordinate whispering such dirty things in her ear. "No," Kristie meekly replied. "But I already know the truth, though, don't I?" Sharon whispered. "Yes." It felt the older woman's lips were on Kristie's earlobe and the whispers - the whispers made bolts of pleasure shoot inside her sex. "I bet I could make you toss my cookies anytime I wanted, couldn't I?" Kristie couldn't deny it. This was the reason why she tried to stay away from people like this. This was the reason she went to meet new people at the singles club at church. People there would never take advantage of her or make her do dirty things. "Couldn't I, Cookie?" Sharon said sternly. "Yes, ma'am," Kristie replied. Only vaguely realizing she had just called her subordinate ma'am and that her subordinate had called her Cookie. "I know I could," Sharon said knowingly, grabbing Kristie by the shoulders and turning the girl around. "Are you ready to get started Cookie? I know I am." It wasn't a game anymore to Sharon. She was turned on and she wanted this young girl - this college graduate between her knees. "I'm scared, ma'am," Kristie whined. "I don't know what to do." "There's nothing to be afraid of dear girl," Sharon said, as she leaned back against the desk and grinned slyly. "You just follow instructions, and you'll be as good as Mrs. Feldman in no time." Sharon was lying to Kristie of course, and even if the younger woman suspected as much, it was far too late for hesitation now that she was naked. Sharon pushed down on her supervisor's shoulders. "It's time dear," she said. "I don't think I can do this," Kristie murmured as she went down to her knees. "Sure, you can," Sharon said. "We'll do this nice and slow, okay?" "Okay," Kristie said, thankful for the older woman's consideration, but consideration had little to do with it. Sharon looked forward to taking her time - the longer she drew it out, the wetter she became. "Now Princess, I want you to take the hem of my skirt and raise it to my hips, okay?" Kristie obeyed with trembling fingers. She looked back up at Sharon with wide blue eyes. "Now move your pretty little head in there," Sharon said, before urging impatiently. "Go on girl, I'm not gonna bite." The kneeling woman moved her head closer, so that her face was only inches from Sharon's pantyhose covered crotch. "That's it, Princess," Sharon cooed. "Here let's let this skirt back down so that it doesn't wrinkle." Sharon removed the hem of the skirt from Kristie's grasp and draped it down over the girl's head and shoulder's, trapping her there beneath the skirt. "Can you smell me Cookie?" Sharon asked. "Yes," came the muffled reply from beneath Sharon's skirt. The air was heavy and hot beneath the skirt and the smell of musk was overwhelming. "Do you like the smell of momma's sexy perfume?" Naked and dripping wet, Kristie wanted nothing more than to grab Sharon's leg and squeeze it between her thighs. This was not like anything she had ever imagined. Her mother had discussed the birds and the bees with her when she was sixteen. She was told about waiting until she was married and having respect for her body and about how boys would try to get her pregnant and keep her from pursuing a career. But Momma never mentioned about women getting together with one another. And Momma never said one word about what to do in this situation. Kristie didn't know what to say. She knew she wasn't supposed to like the musky smell that overwhelmed her senses. Yet, she also didn't want to offend Sharon. Worse, Sharon had also called herself momma. Either way she answered, she knew she was relinquishing her role as manager to this very pushy woman. A plaintive whine sounded from beneath Sharon's skirt. Sharon knew without a doubt, this young woman was hers now. "Okay Princess, now press your mouth against momma's pussy and let her feel your hot breath as you kiss her." Sharon shifted her weight on the desk, getting comfortable as she enjoyed her boss's administrations. She reached back and picked up a cookie, double chocolate. She took a bite, closed her eyes and sighed, before tossing it back into the box. "You've made momma wet now Princess." Sharon rocked her hips, grinding against the young woman's mouth. "Nice and wet. Are you ready to kiss it for real?" There was no answer, but the caresses beneath her skirt grew more insistent. "Take your time Princess, Momma's got all day." Sharon picked up another cookie, sugar this time, with green sprinkles. She took a bite and put it back in the box. "Just reach up and pull momma's panties and hose down when you're ready." Kristie's hands reached up and caressed the older woman's ample ass of their own volition. 'What's happening to me?' she wondered. She knew this was wrong. Worse, Sharon kept calling herself momma, which made forbidden images of her real mother pop into her head at the most inopportune time. It should have turned her off, she was sure of it, but instead they made her even hotter. She pulled Sharon's hose and panties down to her ankles at the same time. She went to kiss the woman's sex, only to be stopped at the last moment. "Wait," Sharon said, raising her skirt to her hips. "Momma wants to see you with your first mouth full of cunt you little queer." Kristie looked up pleadingly. "Please, ma'am, why do you keep saying such horrible things to me?" she asked. Her knuckles turned white as she ran her hands along her lean thighs. Sharon ran her fingers through Kristie's short blonde locks. "It's just sex talk Princess. People say dirty things when they get turned on. Everyone does it. It's a compliment . . . really." Sharon's grip tightened on Kristie's hair. She forcefully pushed Kristie's face to her crotch. "Now eat me you queer little cunt licker!" Kristie opened her mouth to say, "But" or maybe it was "Wait", but whatever it was, she never got a chance to utter it. Instead, her open mouth was filled with Sharon's very wet sex. She tried unsuccessfully to pull away, but Sharon held her fast by the ears. Poor Kristie didn't know what to do. How had she ever managed to get in the fix? She had no idea of how to get out of it, so she just knelt there and passively kept let her mouth be used as some sort of masturbation device. Sharon humped her hips back and forward in a tiny arch, enjoying the sensation of her boss's lips moving up and down her clit. "Oh-God-you have a sweet mouth," Sharon practically begged. "Don't leave me hanging like this. Oh God, I'm aching for it. Let me feel it. Let me feel your sweet tongue." Kristie wasn't sure she really wanted to be licking this woman's sex. Especially, given the fact the woman was her subordinate. But, the way she pleaded; it made Kristie yearn to help her out . . . even if it meant doing something that was sinful. Her tongue moved forward tentatively and discovered the soft flesh of Sharon's sex. Sharon moaned in appreciation, and Kristie began to lick in earnest. Sharon was in heaven. It had been long - too long since she had felt these feeling before. Her husband only seemed to want one thing and that one thing was not taking his time and taking care of her needs. She had almost forgotten what true pleasure felt like. And she discovered something else. She liked the feeling of power she held over Kristie. The very fact this was her supervisor and she was down on her knees only added to the pleasure. Yes, Sharon was determined to feel this pleasure again. Whatever it took. "How's it feel Princess? How do you like your first taste of pussy?" Sharon asked. "Don't bother to answer cuntlicker, I already know you love it and I intend to give you plenty of it." Sharon moaned as Kristie attacked her clit with fury. It was then she realized her boss got off on being subjugated almost as much as she got off on the power. She kicked her shoe off and pulled one foot out of her pantyhose so she could spread her legs. One she propped on Sharon's desk, the other she dangled over Kristie's shoulder. "Oh Goddamn - oh suck my clit baby. Suck it hard. Oh yes, momma's dirty little queer is gonna make momma cum." It was then that Sharon noticed something. One of Kristie's hands had disappeared and her arm was flexing. The little bitch was masturbating. Sharon grabbed her by the ear and tugged. "Naughty bitch. Did Momma say you could fingerfuck your dirty cunt?" "Ow!" Kristie gasped, her face turning red with humiliation. "No, ma'am." She should have known she wasn't supposed to masturbate. It was wrong and for the life of her, she couldn't remember what possessed her to do such a thing. "Now apologize you little queer. Tell mommy you are sorry for fingerfucking your dirty cunt," Sharon demanded, holding on to the young woman's ear for insurance. "I'm sorry - ow!" she whined as her ear was twisted. "Say it right," Sharon demanded. "Say, Mommy, I'm sorry for fingerfucking my dirty cunt." Kristie didn't think she could bring herself to use such filthy language. Maybe other people talked dirty when they were sexually excited. Maybe strong women like Sharon did, but Kristie knew she was much to shy to say anything like that. But, the tugging on her ear won out over any hesitancy she felt. "Mommy, I'm sorry for finger . . .for finger fucking my dir-dirty c-cunt," Kristie stammered slowly, as if she had to force each syllable out individually. She never met Sharon's eyes the whole time. Instead, staring at the older woman's blossomed sex. "That's okay Princess," Sharon said, letting go of Kristie's ear. "You'll ask for permission to do that in the future okay?" "Yes," Kristie answered, hesitating before adding, "Mommy . . ." "Good girl," Sharon said. "Why don't you use both hands to hold mommy's pussy open? That should help remove the temptation." Kristie placed her well-manicured fingers on either side of Sharon's sex and opened her nether lips. Without being told, she bent and began to explore every inch of pink flesh with her tongue. "Oh yes," Sharon moaned. "That's it. Work it on in there. Make me cum. Make me cum so hard." Kristie worked her tongue faster, centering it on Sharon's tiny pearl of flesh. "Oh God - I'm gonna cum so hard. Oh - I'm so wet. Drink me. Drink momma's pussy juice. Drink it all down - oh - oh - oh fuck." Sharon's hips rose off the desk and began to buck as she came. While, Kristie held on for dear life, her mouth glued so tightly to the older woman's pussy that Sharon had to push her away. Afterwards, Sharon was drained and her legs trembled as she rolled off the desk and sat down in Sharon's executive chair. "Whew," she said. "That was wonderful." Kristie wasn't so sure. It was nice that she had given Sharon so much pleasure, but the office was a mess and so was she. How was she going to put her face back together? Had anyone heard? And most importantly, how was she going to relieve the aching yearning in her loins. Sharon patted the desk. "Come on Princess. Up on the desk. It's your turn now." While Kristie made her way to the desk and sat down, Sharon pulled her hose back on and buttoned her blouse where it had come undone. Kristie sat down in front of the older woman. She knew she shouldn't let another woman lick her down there, but she was too turned on to care at this point. Besides, if it was anything like Sharon exhibited, she didn't care. Sharon pointed to each corner of the desk. "Now put one foot there and the other right there." Kristie obeyed, spreading her legs, baring herself before the totally clothed woman. "Okay," Sharon said. "You can ask mommy for permission now." A small moan escaped Kristie's throat. She realized she wouldn't be licked. Instead she was going to have to masturbate herself. Worse, she was going to have to beg to do so. "Please mommy," Kristie whined. "May I - may I finger-fuck my dirty cunt." "Not yet Princess," Sharon said. "First mommy wants to see you play with those darling little titties of yours." Kristie couldn't refuse and she dared not disobey. She reached up and lightly pinched her nipples, awash with fresh humiliation as Sharon leered with a knowing smile. "That's it," Sharon encouraged. "Tug on it. Now the other. That's it queer. Faster. Tug on those little bee stings. Stretch 'em out." It was painful to tug so hard on her sensitive nipples and Kristie would have never done so willingly, but it seemed easy with Sharon's urging. And the more she did it, the more turned on she grew. Every tug sent hot flashes of pleasure to her sex and caused her pelvis to thrust in time with the tugs. "Ugh," Kristie grunted, her sweaty body trembled. "Oh Mommy I need it so bad. Please let me finger-fuck myself. Let me finger-fuck my dirty cunt." "Shhh," Sharon urged, putting a finger to Kristie's lips to shush her, only to have the girl open her mouth and suck on the digit. "We don't want everyone to hear do we?" "Uh-uh," Kristie hummed around Sharon's finger. "Are you gonna be a quiet? Are you gonna be mommy's good little queer girl?" "Uh-hum. . ." Kristie sucked on Sharon's finger with relish while she tugged on her nipples. "Give me your hand Princess," Sharon said, taking Kristie's hand and placing her index, middle, and ring fingers together, and pushing them towards the mouth of her sex. "Now do it slut. Fuck that cunt." Kristie tried, but three fingers were too much. It hurt and she felt stretched painfully wide when she got to her second knuckle. "It's too much," she said, wincing and then trying with only her index finger. "Give me those," Sharon grabbed Kristie's hand and wrest it from her sex. Once again, she pushed the three fingers together and put them at the mouth of Kristie's sex, only this time she kept hold of the wrist. When the young woman pushed them in and stopped, Sharon pushed on her wrist and forced it in further. "That's it, do it right." "Ow-ow-ow," Kristie gasped in pain. "Shhh. . ." Sharon hissed, as she forced three fingers from her other hand in Kristie's mouth. All the while she kept forcing the wrist further up, ignoring Kristie's moan and wide-eyed expression, until all three fingers were buried deeply in the young blonde's pussy. Then Sharon began to fuck her. Guiding Kristie's wrist, she controlled the tempo of every thrust. With her other hand, she fucked her fingers in and out of Kristie's mouth. "God, you're hot," Sharon said. "Mommy's girl is all stretched out and she's getting fucked in her dirty hole. Is Mommy's girl gonna cum? She is, isn't she? Oh yes she is, the bad little girl. Suck Mommy's fingers little queer. Suck them and think of all the pussy you are going to eat. Oh yes, Mommy's little cunt licker is going to the pussy buffet for an all you can eat special. Every time the bell rings, you are going to eat some pussy. I bet Mommy's little puppy's mouth will water every time she hears a bell. I bet something else will water too? Yes, I bet Puppy's little cunt will be dripping with. Don't shake your head bitch, you know Mommy's right. You're soaking your desk right now and it's only your first time. Is Mommy's Puppy getting ready to cum? She sure looks like it. Cum for Mommy little bitch. Come for me you little queer . . ." At first Kristie tried to hold back, but the dirtier Sharon talked, the more she lost her inhibitions. She never imagined in a million years that being called a bitch, a queer, or even a Puppy would be sexually stimulating. But it was . . . dear Lord it was. And when her orgasm came, she felt it deep in her stretched sex. Then it washed over her like a wave, and crashed down, robbing her of all thought or reason. Then as the flow of pleasure ebbed, she came back to her senses and opened her eyes. Sharon was standing there, looking down at her, a condescending smirk drawn on her face. The full impact of what she had done flashed through her mind. Dear God, how was she ever to live it down? How could she ever regain her respect? She blushed in humiliation and moved to get out of her vulnerable position spread out on the desk. "Wait!" Sharon commanded and Kristie reluctantly obeyed. "There's going to be some changes around here," Sharon said, putting a hand on each of Kristie's knees and moving in close. "I want you shaved. Shaved-waxed, I don't care which. Mommy's girl is going to look like a girl for Mommy. Look at me and nod your head like a good girl." Kristie's eyes met Sharon's from beneath her blonde bangs. She nodded her head. She didn't feel very much like a good girl. She felt dirty and was sure she would feel even dirtier when she was shaved and bare down below. "And from now on, only wear skirts and no pantyhose," Sharon continued. "But corporate rules state-" "Fuck corporate rules. Mommy's rules state no pantyhose," Sharon continued. "Mommy needs to be free to check to see if her little Puppy is being a good little girl. Understand?" Kristie forced herself to nod the affirmative. What was happening? And why was it making her hot again? "And no bra's. Mommy's little queer is much too small to need them." "But-but-" Kristie tried to interject, only to receive Sharon's disapproving stare. "Nod your head like a good little girl." Kristie nodded. God this was getting worse by the moment. She tried to squeeze her legs together but Sharon had the firmly locked open. "And when you give out cookies, or should I say toss someone's cookie, I want you to leave your clothes on. Leave them on for everyone but me. Do you understand?" Kristie nodded quickly. Thankful she was going to be allowed to retain some modesty and respect with the other women. Sharon grabbed Kristie forcibly by her sex. "Because this is Mommy's and Mommy is going to make sure her little girl stays a good girl and anytime Mommy's girl feels like being a bad girl, what's she going to do?" Kristie didn't like where this was going. She shrugged her shoulders in response. Sharon squeezed harder on Kristie's sex. "Mommy's girl is going to ask for permission, isn't she?" Dear God, how much more submission did this woman require of her? Kristie melted in the older woman's grip and nodded. "Yes, Mommy." "That's Mommy's good little queer girl. Now get dressed and clean yourself up. And be ready for the bell." With that Sharon left the younger woman. When Sharon walked back to her cubicle, her hips swung with the cockiness of sexual release, and she hummed out loud. The other reps stared at her as she past. "God that was great," she said, as she sat down. "I'm going to be doing that again. Again and again." Gwen poked her head over the cubicle. "What was that all about?" she asked. "And what happened to not selling?" By now, several of the other reps had peeked about the cubicle or gather beside the door. "That, my friends, is about getting my cookies tossed," Sharon grinned. "It seems our fearless leader misunderstood when Doris said we got cookies from Mrs. Feldman as a reward." "Cookies tossed?" Doris asked. "Somebody cover Doris's ears," Sharon said. Darlene reached over and cupped her hands over Doris's ears. Sharon made a "V" with her fingers and flicked her tongue out luridly. "My pussy licked, and God it was good." "You're lying," Gwen said. From the look in her eyes, it looked like she hoped it wasn't the case. "Turn away if you are faint of heart," Sharon said, lifting the hem of her skirt. "The lipstick doesn't lie ladies." There on the center of her crotch was the brightly colored pink stain of lipstick, where Kristie had kissed her. "You could have done that," said Doris, her voice shaking. "The color of the lipstick, my friends, is spring; and you know that I'm an autumn," she said pointing to her own burgundy colored lips. "But you're married," Doris said. Her voice shook even more and she looked flush. "I may be married honey, but I ain't dead and a pussy licking is a pussy licking. Hell, Doris, if you've got something against a pussy licking, then don't ring the bell," Sharon said. "Besides, I've seen George lately. He's put on a few pounds. Somehow he doesn't seem to be the kind to get down on his knees to please you. Tell us Doris, how long has it been for you?" She's lying, she has to be lying," Doris said as she turned her back and returned to her cubicle, before Sharon could ferret out any more details of her private life. But down inside, she knew Sharon was right. It had been a long time she had been pleased - *really pleased*. And when the time came, as much as the thought embarrassed her, she would pick up the bell and ring it. ************** Inside her office Kristie had her purse open and was doing her best to get her face back in order. She wondered how she had ever gotten into this fix. It was bad enough that Sharon had used her like some sort of sex slave, but now the cruel woman even expected Kristie to follow her orders about how to dress - among other things. She wanted to refuse, but even thinking about it set her loins on fire with lust and her will to resist disappear. God, what was going to happen when someone else rang the bell? How could she refuse her other employees, what she had done for Sharon? Worse, Sharon had told her to do it. Even if she refused the women, she knew without a doubt Sharon could and *would* make her do it. And if the other reps saw that Sharon could make her do things, she would lose all respect from them. In their eyes, Sharon would be the boss. No, better that she willingly toss their cookies. Yes, she would paste a smile on her face and thank them for their sales, then kneel down and pleasure them . . . black, white, young, or old. The thought of it sent a delicious thrill of pleasure through her slightly sore sex. She wanted to touch herself, but she remembered Sharon's warning and she dare not ask for permission just yet. Well it could be worse. Thankfully, if the last two weeks were any indication, the bell wouldn't be ringing very much. *********** But little did she know that out on the sales floor, the reps were wondering. Was it true? Had Kristie really given oral sex to Sharon as a sales incentive? It couldn't be true. No one would ever stoop so low as to do such a thing. But what if it was true? If Kristie offered, would they take her up on it? Some knew the answer automatically and others didn't. But one by one they began to sell. They wouldn't take no for an answer. Contract by contract, they sold insurance on Discover cards, even calling some people up three times in a row, beating them into submission the much the same way Kristie had been beaten into submission. Yes, the bell would be ringing. The bell would be ringing often. And if you're out there at home some place - watching TV or eating dinner when the phone rings. When you pick it up and it's Discover, trying to sell you a credit card or insurance on your cards. Say yes. Say yes and know that somewhere, down on her knees, sits a young girl, fresh out of college, her face sticky and wet, her tongue tired and sore, thanking the rep you bought it from the only way she knows how. The End *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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