Greetings (FF nc MF first) 


Let's not pretend for one second that I got my start in the greeting
card business because I had a knack for flowery language. My family
owns the company, and even though Daddy hired Brenda Schuller to run
the place, he always hoped that one of us kids would take over some
day. Since I was the first of the girls to limp out of community
college with a degree, I was the first contestant.
The management team that Brenda Schuller assembled for Misty
Greetings, well, let's just say they were a little, uh... enthusiastic
about greeting cards. More than enthusiastic, really. The word 'insane'
comes to mind. Corporate culture, they tried to call it; to improve
morale. Okay, catch this... instead of memos, I'd walk in to my office
and find a pile of cards on my desk.
' THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart... for meeting your sales
targets. '
' CONGRATULATIONS ! You've been employed here for ONE month. '
' GOOD LUCK on your sales presentation. '
A couple of the more pathetic ones wished me a "HAPPY WEDNESDAY", or
some such stupid thing. Not to mention all of the "JUST BECAUSE..."
cards that somehow floated into my office.
On and on and on. I could hardly fucking sneeze around that office
without winding up with a pile of 'Get Well Soon' cards in my tray. And
don't even get me started on what a freaking nightmare it was to work
around that place during Valentine's day.
After a couple of months suffering through this bullshit, Brenda
Schuller called me up to her office for a meeting.
" So, Kim, how are things going ?"
" Oh, just peachy. " I was still trying to figure out why she
brought me up here. My sales were more than satisfactory. I mean, the
way I figured it, it was all money that ended up in my pocket one way
or another, so why not muscle the distributors a bit ? It was working
like a charm.
" Well, I'll get right to the point. You know how important morale
is here at Misty Greetings, and, well, some people feel that you just
aren't getting into the spirit of things. "
As she spoke to me, she was leafing through my personnel file. She
paused thoughtfully on the sales reports. " It seems that your sales
skills are coming along nicely, but there's a lot more to our success
than just sales. If you want me to recommend advancement to your
father, you'll have to do a little more to fit into the corporate
culture around here. "
Corporate culture my ass. I'd spent half the morning on the phone
with our Northwest distributor, negotiating more prominent positions
for our cards at the retail locations, and she wanted me to waste my
time writing silly greeting cards to the secretarial pool. I could
barely fight back all of the flowery language that was forming on the
tip of my tongue.
But, in the end, I gave her what she wanted. She was the boss, and
if she wanted me to send out personalized greeting to the office staff,
so be it. By Monday, I had a whole whack of them sent out through the
inter-office mail.
" SORRY TO HEAR... that your wife is HANGING around with other guys,
" I wrote to Zigmund from the accounting department. He'd get a kick
from the Dolcett artwork I downloaded for the front of his card. I
hoped that it was personalized enough for Brenda's tastes.
On a bit of a roll, I sent a " SO GLAD to see that you're SOBER
today..." card to Sammy, one of the staff writers. In actual fact, I
wasn't sure that he was sober on the day in question, but I guess it
wouldn't hurt staff morale to at least pretend that he didn't stink
like a distillery.
" HAPPY 3rd ABORTION..." was my masterpiece to Felice Dorman from
the front desk. Everyone knew the story anyhow, so I figured what the
hell. I won't even tell you which one of the guys from the production
department I recruited to do the artwork for that one, but I resolved
to give him a raise once I was running this fucking place.
Those were the best of the lot. And you know, Brenda was right !
Once I started sending the cards, I saw how much fun it could be. But
apparently, she still had some sort of problem, and I was back in her
office that very afternoon. I tried my best to look like I regretted
sending the cards, but it was just too damned hard. I couldn't suppress
a giggle when she handed them to me, and asked me what the hell I was
thinking.
" Aw, gee Brenda, I was just trying to get into the spirit of
things. "
" Don't give me that crap, young lady. You're lucky that I don't
fire you on the spot. Your father would be very upset with you if he
were to see these. "
Well, maybe he'd give me some shit over it, but I'll bet he'd laugh
his ass off in private. Besides, he's usually too busy with his other
businesses to give a fuck what's going on at Misty Greetings.
" You had better shape up, Kim. Perhaps your father wants you to
take over this business someday, but in the meantime, I'm still in
charge here. He takes my recommendations very seriously..."
" So what's your point, " I asked a bit smugly. I knew that he would
never allow her to fire me.
" My point is, Kim, that you're not the only option. Your sister,
Claire, will be coming out from college within the next year or so.
Your father has already arranged her a position here. If she does well,
there's no telling how far she could go. "
Okay, I got the point. Given Brenda's recommendation, Daddy might
decide that Claire would be better suited to take over the company.
That would really suck. Claire and I had always had a sort of an
adversarial relationship, and it would be difficult, to say the least,
for me to work under her.
" As things stand right now, " Brenda continued, "unless you
straighten up your behaviour, I'll be inclined to support your sister. "
Ouch.
So that's how I ended up exiled to the production department. It was
a bit of a stalemate. Brenda couldn't fire me, and after my antics, I
couldn't really complain to Daddy. So my little rebellion was over, and
I'd have to serve my sentence for a while as the staff pornographer...
ahem... excuse me, *photographer* that is... I always get the two mixed
up. One time in history class, I got in real shit because when a
teacher asked me why I wasn't taking notes, I answered that I had a
'pornographic memory'.
Anyway, as the staff photographer, I would take still shots for the
scenes on the front of cards, or for the web site, or for any other
bullshit assignments that management could think up. Another part of
the job was taking pictures for the company personnel files. It was in
that capacity that I first met Anne.
My sweet little Anne.
The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew that I had to have her.
There was a gentle knock on the door to my studio, and when I turned
around, there she was in all her awkward glory.
" Hi, uh, I'm Anne Gillis, here for my personnel photo. "
I didn't answer at first. I just had to take a moment to look her
over. She must have been just barely out of high school, and actually
appeared a bit younger. God, was she awkward. I knew right away what
kind of girl she was.
She probably didn't have too many friends in school. In fact, she's
just the sort of girl I would have picked on mercilessly in my own teen
years. Of course, we all grow up, don't we ? She had big round glasses,
a thin, underdeveloped body, mousy hair, and absolutely no self-
confidence. If you looked past all that, she was actually a cute little
thing, but I'll bet that no one ever told her that. She was the most
interesting thing that had walked into the studio all week.
Anne just stood there in the doorway, her eyes cast to the floor,
while I sized her up.
" Come on in, Anne. I'm Kim. Have a seat. So, when are you coming to
work for us ?"
She was avoiding eye contact. Every once in a while, her dark little
eyes would raise to meet mine, and then quickly retreat downwards.
" I'm coming in for my first shift next week. Brenda Schuller
interviewed me yesterday. "
Ah yes, this is exactly the kind of girl that Brenda would choose to
work at Misty Greetings. A sweet, awkward little thing, who would fit
right in with the sappy bullshit of the office staff.
" She hired me as a secretary, " little Anne continued, not knowing
what else to say. She perched herself on the stool, and crossed her
hands in her lap. I got the feeling that she was a bit intimidated by
me. Hell, maybe she was intimidated by everyone, but for me, it just
sharpened my predatory instincts.
" Well, let's get you ready for your picture, Anne. "
I circled around behind her, and placed my hand on her lower back.
She was startled by my touch.
" Come on, sit up straight now. " I straightened her sweater from
behind, and then moved around front. "Look straight ahead, " was my
next command. She followed my suggestions so easily.
Standing right in front of her now, I looked into her eyes. She
tried to avert her gaxe, but I raised my hand to her chin and held her
in place. "Keep looking straight ahead. "
Our faces were so close that I could feel her breath tickling my
nose. She was breathing awfully fast.
" Mmm... you have such beautiful features, " I told her.
She was blushing now. " Do you really think so ?"
" Oh, yes. " I brought my lips close to hers. " I could just eat you
up. "
God she was nervous. Her lips parted, but I pulled away at the last
moment. She wasn't quite ready for that yet.
" But, " I continued, " do you mind me making a personal observation
?"
" No. " That beautiful flush of red lingered on her face.
" Well, you're clothes have seen better days. There's even a hole in
the back of your jeans. I'd like to take your picture in something a
little more complimentary. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow. "
Now she was really self conscious. I could see that my words were
bringing her close to tears. I mean, here she was, trying to make a
good impression on a co-worker, and someone who thought she was really
pretty, and I was putting down her clothes.
" I, uh... well, I know my clothes aren't too nice. My family
doesn't have much money, and I was kind of counting on my first
paycheque to get something more appropriate for work. " Her eyes were
watering up a bit.
Well, of course, I couldn't have that.
" Oh, I'm sorry, Anne. Listen, I just thought a pretty girl like you
should have some nice things. I'll tell you what... let me give you
some money, and you can go out shopping tonight. Buy yourself some
really nice clothes for your job here. You'll want to make a good first
impression. "
" I couldn't... I mean... I don't know when I could repay you..."
" Shhh, don't worry about it. You don't have to pay me back. My
father owns this company, and I just want to see you get a good start.
It's really nothing for me. "
" Really, " she said in awe, " your father owns Misty Greetings ? "
" Hell yeah. Please let me do this for you. You would look so pretty
in some nice new clothes. "
She was sniffling a little. I took my chequebook from my purse, and
proceeded to write Anne a cheque that was probably double her monthly
salary. She took it with a shaking hand.
" I don't know why you're being so nice. Nobody has ever been this
nice to me. I don't know how I can repay you. "
Her voice was shaking. For the first time since I met her, she
looked me directly in the eyes.
" Don't worry, " I assured her. " Just promise to come back tomorrow
wearing something that will knock my socks off. "
When she came back the next day, I was impressed by the change. The
girl actually had some fashion sense. She seemed almost embarrassed to
show off her new clothes, but I was having none of that.
" Come in here, and let me have a good look at you. "
Anne was wearing a blue angora sweater and a cute pleated skirt.
" My god, you're a knockout. Let me get a picture of this. "
She shuffled her feet self consciously as I loaded the film into my
camera. She had even done something with her hair. It looked like she
was really trying to impress me.
I closed the door to the studio, and then moved around front of Anne
to try to find the best shot.
" Beautiful, beautiful... " I said, as I snapped a couple of shots.
" You look wonderful today, Anne. "
Her face went redder with every compliment. I took a couple of close-
ups, and then set the camera down.
" Hey, would you mind if I put on a little make-up for you ? Nothing
drastic. "
" Of course I wouldn't mind, " Anne said, as I retrieved my purse. "
I don't know what you see in me. You're so beautiful, and rich, and
smart, and I'm just... "
I was close to her now, and brushed the hair out of her face. Her
breathing was fast again.
" Just what ?" I asked. But she was losing her train of thought.
My lips were close to hers again, but this time when her lips
parted, I didn't pull away. I just waited. Then she kissed me. I knew
she would. She so desperately wanted to please me. I let her take the
lead for now. Her lips were sweet, but inexperienced.
When our lips finally parted, her eyes returned to the floor again.
" Don't, " I said. " Don't look away from me. You don't have to be
embarrassed when you're with me. Not about anything. " Her eyes
returned to mine. " Let me take a few more pictures, Anne. Why don't
you take off your sweater ?"
She didn't pause for long. I could see how excited she was. I
wondered if I was the first person to ask to see her body. She gently
pulled the soft material over her head. I snapped a couple of shots
while she did it. Moments like these deserve to be recorded.
" Those are beautiful, " I told her. Ann had small breasts, but they
seemed nice and firm beneath her cute little bra. Without any further
urging, she reached her hands behind her back, and unsnapped herself.
Glorious. The small mounds were capped by the most delicate, puffy
nipples. Something about them looked almost pubescent.
" Show them to the camera, " I suggested. She put her hands up to
her chest, and displayed her puffy pink nipples to the camera. The
expression on her face was priceless. Awkward, sexy, embarrassed,
excited... my little Anne was all of these things.
" What are you doing to me ? " she asked.
" Why, I'm corrupting you, of course. " I answered.
Now, before I go any further, I should probably settle the lesbian
question. No, I'm not a lesbian. I definitely like sex with guys. In
fact, before Anne, I had only been with one other girl, and that was
just because I was looking for an excuse to break up with my boyfriend
at the time. Incidentally, it didn't work. All it did was make him want
to watch. I had to sleep with his best friend to finally tank the
relationship.
As for Anne, she just seemed so vulnerable and helpless that I
couldn't help but take her for my own. She was just ripe for the
picking. Besides, since Brenda had banished me to the photography
studio, I had been bored out of my wits. Corrupting poor little Anne
was the perfect project. You can accuse me of many things, but never
accuse me of lacking an ulterior motive.
So, anyhow, there I was, snapping pictures of this shy creature as
she slowly shed all of her clothing. <snap> I had Anne bending forward
to show me her ass. <snap> And there went the skirt. Her lean little
body was covered only by her panties. <snap> She was on the stool
again, with her legs spread wide. I hoped the camera would pick up the
spot of moisture at the crotch of her panties. <snap> Anne's bare ass
as she wiggled out of those panties.
" I don't know how much more of this I can take, " I told her. She
was blushing furiously. " Lay down on your back. "
I snapped a few more shots of her on the floor, lewdly writhing at
my directions. Finally, the camera clicked to the end of the roll. I
set down the camera, and began to unbutton my pants. Anne watched me
from the carpeted floor, her little chest rising and falling rapidly
with every excited breath.
" You're going to do something for me, Anne, " I told her. I set my
jeans and panties aside, and then stepped over Anne body. I can't even
describe to you the beauty of seeing that na ve girl laying beneath me,
while I squatted down to straddle her face. She honestly didn't even
know what to do. I paused in that position, my pussy just above her
face, and waited. She would catch on eventually.
Her tongue just barely touched me, but that was all I needed to let
me know that she was ready. I reached down between my legs, and held on
to the sides of her head as I lowered my pussy into her mouth. Her
surprised lips began to kiss and suck at my wetness.
It gave me a perverse thrill to think that this girl, who Brenda had
hired as a sweet, innocent teenager, was now pushing her tongue deeply
into me. Corrupting this girl was almost an act of rebellion against
Brenda, and I was enjoying every second.
" You have such wonder lips, Anne. Keep on going. " In actuality,
I'd had a lot better. Most of my boyfriends had received a lot of
practice at this particular activity. I supposed that in time, Anne
would learn too. But right now, I was a little impatient. I began to
buck my hips slightly, rubbing my swollen clitoris against her tongue,
lips and nose, while she continued to suck at me from below. At least
she was putting in a valiant first effort.
I could feel the cold metal frames of her glasses digging into my
thighs. It wasn't distracting at all. It just served to remind me
exactly who's face I was riding today. The thought that this shy girl
had barely even kissed the lips of her lover, and was now lapping
between my legs, well, it was exquisite.
" Oh, fuck, yeah. I'm fucking your face, Anne. You're going to suck
my pussy while I cum, aren't you. You'll do that for me. Oh, you've got
me so excited, I'm really going to fill your mouth. "
She was having trouble catching breath, I was grinding myself into
her so violently. I didn't care. The only thing I was thinking about
was making this inexperienced girl give me an orgasm, and it was coming
on quickly.
" Mmmm... that's it... nggg...nggg...nggg... keep going... just a
little more now..."
My body humped her face furiously as my orgasm finally caught up to
me. I don't know what part of her face I was grinding my clit against,
but it was heavenly. I heard her gasping and gurgling as my juices
flowed freely into her mouth. I'm sure she wasn't expecting it.
When my body stopped bucking to the rhythm of my lust, I let myself
rest there for a few minutes, while Anne continued to lick at my pussy
and ass. Finally, I dismounted her face. She was a mess. The metal
frame of her glasses had been bent downwards by my riding motion, to
the point that they probably wouldn't fit her properly any more. She
gasped for breath, and her face was slick from my moisture.
Satisfied, I retrieved my purse, and wrote her another cheque. " Get
yourself some contact lenses, " I told Anne. " We're going to be doing
a lot more of that. "
I'll have to admit that our lunch time sessions were a bit one-
sided. Once Anne started work the next week, she visited me every day
during her lunch hour. Try as I might, I couldn't get excited by the
idea of licking poor little Anne to an orgasm. I'm just not a lesbian.
By the time we were done each day, she looked positively desperate to
get off.
Given that, I wasn't sure why she kept on coming back to me. I mean,
I know that she looked up to me a lot, and felt that she owed me for
all the nice things I bought her, but I'll tell you plain, if our
situations were reversed, I wouldn't have put up with half of the crap
that she did.
Maybe she was concerned about what I would do with all of the
photos. Honest, I never threatened her, so I'm not sure that she was
even concerned about it. My own personal theory is that some people are
just born to be used, and others are born to be users. I'm definitely
one of the latter. And if she wasn't one of the former, well then she
sure put up a good act.
Anne did seem to enjoy all of the extra attention that I was giving
her. I wonder if she thought that our relationship was normal at all.
I made her take the most demeaning poses. I don't mean your regular
playboy stuff. I took pictures of her with her face slick with my
juices. I took pictures of her a carrot shoved up her ass (from her
lunch, of course. I never eat any of that healthy shit). I even had a
couple where she agreed to let me whip her with my belt.
There seemed to be no limit to what she would do for me. Not that I
wasn't willing to test that little theory.
" Hey Anne, did you want to come back tomorrow for a special photo
session, " I asked her on Friday, after she was done with her
appetizer.
" Tomorrow's Saturday... I'm not supposed to be here. "
" Don't worry, I've got keys to the production department. No one
will know. "
" Um, okay. "
The poor little sap would do anything I told her, and the Saturday
session was going to be a lot of fun. To make everything perfect, I
recruited a guy I knew from high school. His name was Martin. At first,
he was a little reluctant to participate. After all, his was a school
teacher now, and he was engaged to a girl from a rather wealthy family.
Once I showed him some of Anne's naughty pictures, though, his
resistance crumbled away.
Saturday morning, he arrived a few minutes earlier than Anne.
" Are you sure she's a virgin ?" he asked. He was really getting
into the spirit of it now.
" Yep, Martin, you horny old dog, and you get to be the guy who
busts her open. Imagine that... a genuine eighteen year old virgin.
You're not going to get anything this sweet once you get married, I'll
tell you that. "
He seemed uncomfortable with my comments about his upcoming wedding.
Who could blame him ? With the marriage only three months away, he had
to be feeling like a real shit for cheating on his fiancee.
Nonetheless, when Ann walked through the door, Martin looked positively
ready to pounce on the girl. Anne, on the other hand, looked panicked.
She caught my eyes, and motioned that she needed to talk to me.
" I don't know if I can do this, " she blurted out. " I'm haven't...
well, I'm a virgin. "
" Look, I don't want to make you feel bad, but it's just not normal
to be a virgin at your age. You've really got to get past this, and I
want to help you do it. "
My aim was directly at her weak spot. If I could make her feel
embarrassed about being a virgin, she'd be right back in the palm of my
hand.
" You're a pretty girl, Anne, but nobody wants to hang around with a
virgin. It's a drag. Let me do this for you, and I'll introduce you to
all of my friends. We'll hang out all of the time. You'll be one of the
girls. "
Another weak spot. Anne wanted so badly to be accepted. It's
something she'd never had before.
Anne looked into my eyes, her fear apparent. She didn't want to do
this, I knew, but she didn't want to lose me either. She wanted to
please me.
" Okay. I'll do it. "
Music to my ears.
" Good, why don't you start getting your clothes off, and I'll load
up the camera. "
And just like that, she was back to obeying me completely. Without
even speaking a word to the man who would take her virginity, she began
to undress herself.
I couldn't help but think about the changes I'd brought to her life
over the last week or so. Anne's mousy brown hair was now cut in a neat
style. Her clothes, and even her underwear, were all quite stylish. I
taught her to apply some make-up, which really highlighted her dark
eyes, now quite visible because of her switch to contact lenses.
Martin watched with lust in his eyes as she pulled down her panties,
revealing her virgin pussy to him. What had been covered by a light
patch of pubic hair was now shaved bare, by my instructions. Anne's
thin frame, and little tits helped along the illusion of youth
considerably.
" A little bit of foreplay would be nice, " I told my models. "
Anne, bend forward over the stool, and let Martin strap your ass for a
while. "
Martin had a gleam in his eyes. Yes, he had seen the pictures of
when I had taken my own belt to Anne's ass, and was enthusiastic to try
it himself. He began to slip his belt from around his waist while she
took her position at the stool. Her firm little butt cheeks were so
inviting, I almost wished that it was me with the belt in my hand. But
then, I had my job as staff pornographer to think about.
I snapped a couple of shots as Martin groped her little ass. Anne
was bent over the stool to the point that she was holding onto the legs
of the stool to keep her balance. Her legs were straight, and her tight
belly rested on the seat of the stool. You couldn't ask for a better
position to whip her.
When Martin began the punishment, his strength caught poor little
Anne off guard. She yelped at the painful blow, and her ass flinched
when he raised his arm again. I moved around front to get a good view
of her face.
" Look this way, Anne, " I instructed. I was rewarded with a
wonderful shot. She raised her face towards me just as another blow
landed. I caught the expression on her face beautifully. Tears were
running down her cheeks. This was definitely more painful than the
times I had whipped her.
I took a couple more shots from further back. Martin looked my
direction.
" Don't aim that thing at me, " he said.
" Get over yourself, Martin. I'm not looking to get pictures of you,
" I lied. " Let's get on with the main event. Come around front, and
have her slick up your cock for you. "
He was only too happy to oblige. He dropped his pants to the floor,
and circled around the stool. Anne was breathing heavily, and still
sobbing from the pain of the belt.
Another perfect shot. He tilted her head back by pulling on her
hair, and rubbed his cock against her face. His penis became wet with
her tears and drool before he popped it into her mouth. That's one for
the scrapbook.
Anne obediently sucked on his cock, although her lack of skill was
apparent. She choked as he jammed a couple of times into the back of
her throat. I took another shot while she gagged on him. Her face was a
mess. Her makeup was smeared by her tears, and from when Martin rubbed
his cock against it. She looked like a total whore, with her makeup
smeared, and a cock in her mouth.
He popped himself free.
" I want to fuck her now. Can I, Kim ?" He asked me, as if Anne had
nothing to do with the decision.
Anne looked up at me with pleading eyes. I nodded for Martin to go
around behind her.
" Please, " Anne begged. " I'm not sure I want to do this. "
I knelt down beside her, and brought my face close to hers.
" You have to do this sometime, Anne, " I whispered. I kissed her
lips softly. " Come on, please do this for me. Are you going to do this
for me ?"
I kissed her again, this time drawing her tongue into my mouth. Her
mouth was so receptive of mine. I could taste the salt of her tears on
her lips.
" Do this for me, Anne. " I whispered again.
" All right, " she whispered back, and then stole another kiss.
" Good girl. "
Martin was waiting for me, and I nodded in his direction. I backed
away from Anne, and took a couple of pictures with him poised to enter
her. I made sure I got a couple of good shots of the lustful look on
his face as he parted her pussy lips to enter her.
He fed the tip of his moist penis into her opening. Anne was
shaking, whether from fear or lust, I couldn't tell.
" Look up at the camera, " I urged Anne. " I want to see your face
when her pops you. "
She was sobbing again, but even if she wanted to stop now, Martin
was already pushing himself in. It would be only a matter of seconds.
No gentleman, this Martin, he pushed himself into her violently,
groaning loudly as he broke through her hymen. But it wasn't him I was
interested in. I must have snapped a half dozen shots in quick
succession of the pained, almost surprised, look on Anne's face as his
cock was buried into her.
" It...hurts... " she whimpered, as I continued to circle around the
couple to catch every angle.
Martin was impatient. Despite her little whimpers of pain, he began
to ram himself in and out of her from behind. He was making her first
time a rough ride.
" Aw, fuck... she's so fucking tight, " he told me. I got a good
photo of the grin on his face as he enjoyed her tightness.
The stool began to rock back and forth onto its front and back legs
as he took hold of Anne's hips and began to really pump her hard. My
own pussy was throbbing just from watching the scene. I'd have to get
Anne to lick me off afterwards. But for now, she belonged to Martin,
and he was taking full advantage.
" Oh, yeah... this tight little bitch needed to be fucked. I'll
loosen her up some. "
In all honesty, I hadn't expected that Martin would be this rough
with her. Not that I minded. It made for some really good photos. Like
the one where he reached forward, and pinched one of her puffy pink
nipples cruelly as he fucked her recently virginal pussy. That was a
great picture.
Of course, the best of them all was when he came. He almost knocked
over the freakin' stool as he slammed her body. His face was a mask of
cruelty, as he buried himself deep into her and filled her virgin
entrance with his cum.
Anne started sobbing again when she felt his sperm filling her. He
held her tightly by the hips after his orgasm, seeming reluctant to let
the coupling end. Finally he slid free of her, leaving me free to take
the follow-up pictures of her abused pussy. Those ones were worth
framing.
For a little while after that Saturday session, things went back to
normal between Anne and I. I spent all of Monday and Tuesday developing
the photos, and enlarging the ones I really liked, and during the lunch
hour, she still came down to lick my pussy.
I'm sure it would have slipped right back into routine, if I hadn't
have somehow let a couple of the photos fall into the wrong hands. I
know it was cruel of me, but what's the point of taking a whole lot of
photos if you're never going to show them to anyone? I picked a couple
of the early nudes of Anne, ones that didn't show her face, and gave
copies to some of the other production guys. There was nothing to
identify Anne directly, but I'm sure as the photo's circulated, that
some people would guess.
And that's how I ended up back in Brenda Schuller's office again. I
could tell, just by the expression on her face, that she was serious
this time.
" I've seen some photos going around, Kim. I'm sure you know which
ones I'm talking about. Don't tell me that you're not involved with
this. It's easy to see that they were taken in the photo studio. "
" Nope. I'm not denying anything. "
I think she was prepared for a denial, and was a bit taken aback by
my answer. Her surprise quickly turned to outrage.
" How could you, Kim ? I'm not going to pretend that I don't know
who it is in the pictures. How could you take an innocent girl like
Anne, and force her into posing like this ? How could you ?"
Brenda wasn't done yet. I was holding my tongue until the storm was
finished.
" She's a good girl, Kim, and you've damaged her. Everyone in the
office has seen those pictures. They'll follow her around for years, if
she decides to stay. I'm sure she would quit right now if she wasn't in
such desperate need of the money. How could you possibly do such a
thing ?"
Now she wanted an answer.
" Brenda, you have no idea what I'm capable of, " I began. " You
don't know the half of it. Those pictures are quite innocent compared
to the others I took of her. I've corrupted this girl in ways that you
wouldn't believe, and I have all sorts of pictures of it. Would you
like to see them ?"
I pulled an photo album out from under my chair. I put it together
special for this occasion. Brenda hesitantly took the book from my
hands, and opened it to the first page.
" Those are the first time I had her strip for me, " I narrated. "
In the next few pages, you'll see the things that I asked her to do
over the next week. Pretty sick, huh ?"
The president of Misty Greeting leafed through page after page of
pictures, each one more graphic than the last. Her eyes were dark with
anger.
" I can see that you're getting near my favourite part. I brought in
a guy I knew from high school to fuck poor little Anne for the first
time. There you can see her bent over the stool, ready to be
deflowered. Exciting isn't it ? I'm afraid that you don't get a very
good view of the guy in the first few photos. Ah, there we go... this
shot has a good view of his face. "
" Martin, " my boss exclaimed in surprise.
I waited while she flipped through the next few pages, to see how
far her darling Martin had gone. I could see by the look on her face
that she couldn't believe her son would do such a thing.
Oh yes, Martin is Brenda's son. What ? You didn't think I did all of
this just for kicks, did you ? Okay, there was that too, but I still
had my eye on the prize. As I said before, never accuse me of lacking
an ulterior motive.
Needless to say, Brenda and I came to an understanding. Three months
later, Martin was married in a lovely ceremony, which due to my family
connections, I was invited to watch. The mother of the groom seemed
positively wracked with anxiety. Heck, even the groom was a bit edgy,
once he saw me there. But things went off without a problem.
For the next six months, Brenda has made glowing reports of my
performance to Daddy. It looks like he'll get his wish of one of his
daughter's taking over the business after all. I've even heard rumours
that Brenda is considering early retirement.
I'm looking forward to it. I can't wait to take over her office.
I've even decided on which of the girls I'll have as my secretary.
Once she gets back from maternity leave, that is.