served Tessa Clifford, half-filling her cup, refusing to look
at the chortling bitch.
“As I was saying,” continued Adam whilst Emily performed her
task. “Blondie here will do whatever I tell her, and that includes
delivering against the bribe... Oh sorry – there I go again... if
I’m going to succeed in sales then I’d better start choosing my
words more carefully... Meeting the rather exacting conditions you
set for putting me forward to Mr. Ross.”
“Okay Adam!” said Tessa, a little testily. She was a bitch
after all and she knew how to bark. “I think you’ve made the point.
Don’t rub it in. You got what you wanted, and I’m getting exactly
what I wanted. So let’s see a bit more grovelling as we finish the
Champagne... then we can go back to my place for part two of the
bargain.”
“Humph! We need to finish part one properly first... Are you
ready Tessa?”
“Oh I’m ready. What are you going to make her do?”
“Exactly as you asked... so lift up your skirt and drop your
knickers... Blondie here is going to kiss your ass!”
“What!” screeched Tessa. “You’ve got to be kidding
me!”
“But that’s what you said! Or did I hear you wrongly?”
answered the Master, a puzzled look thrown onto his face. “I asked
for a chance to move into sales and you said you could swing it,
but it would cost. You said you wanted me to fuck you, and for
Emily Johnson to kiss your ass. Is that not the case?”
“Well yes,” said Tessa, thrown by Adam’s accusing tone.
“But...”
“But what?” interrupted Adam, sounding ominously offended.
“But you didn’t really mean it? You were only joking when you made
me promise that I would fuck you if I got the
interview?”
“Well... Well no – I do want that part of it. Of course I want
you to sleep with me.”
“Sleep with you! I don’t think so! But I will fuck you!” said
Adam dismissively, apparently un-phased by this gruesome prospect.
“And the other thing you insisted on was that I set things up so
that Emily Johnson would get down on her knees, grovel before you
and kiss your ass. Was that not the case?”
“No!” snapped Tessa getting increasingly flustered. “Well, yes
– the first part – the grovelling. But as for the ass kissing - it
was only a figure of speech, for crying out loud! I didn’t mean it
literally.”
“Really!” exclaimed the Master, looking totally flummoxed.
“You mean you’re settling for this – figurative ass kissing instead
of the real thing. God! How disappointing – especially as I went to
so much effort to get Blondie here into the state of mind that
she’d actually do the deed. And there was me thinking you really
hated her, and wanted to see how far she would sink.”
“I do hate the bitch!” snapped Tessa.
“Then make her do this! Make her suffer the greatest indignity
possible – make her stick her tongue up the asshole of her worst
enemy.”
Tessa looked doubtful. Adam coaxed her with a gentle stroke of
her flushed cheek as he pressed the matter further. “Think about
it, Tessa. You wouldn’t have to get naked or anything – not
completely. Just lift up your skirt and drop your knickers to flash
her your asshole then order her to stick her tongue all the way up.
She’ll hate it – but she’ll do it. And you’ll always have that on
her – Emily Johnson licked out your ass. It would be the most
galling experience of her life. You could round it all off by
farting in her face. It will haunt her forever – the awfulness
coming back every time she sees you... Isn’t that right,
Blondie?”
“Yes, Master,” Emily croaked, her mind reeling at the horror
of what she would be forced to do.
“Well... when you put it like that,” said Tessa, still not
sounding totally convinced.
“No half measures, Tessa. I mean, I’d hate to be disappointed
here, and then find that you get disappointed later on – if you get
what I mean. It should be proper measures all the way –
at the chortling bitch.
“As I was saying,” continued Adam whilst Emily performed her
task. “Blondie here will do whatever I tell her, and that includes
delivering against the bribe... Oh sorry – there I go again... if
I’m going to succeed in sales then I’d better start choosing my
words more carefully... Meeting the rather exacting conditions you
set for putting me forward to Mr. Ross.”
“Okay Adam!” said Tessa, a little testily. She was a bitch
after all and she knew how to bark. “I think you’ve made the point.
Don’t rub it in. You got what you wanted, and I’m getting exactly
what I wanted. So let’s see a bit more grovelling as we finish the
Champagne... then we can go back to my place for part two of the
bargain.”
“Humph! We need to finish part one properly first... Are you
ready Tessa?”
“Oh I’m ready. What are you going to make her do?”
“Exactly as you asked... so lift up your skirt and drop your
knickers... Blondie here is going to kiss your ass!”
“What!” screeched Tessa. “You’ve got to be kidding
me!”
“But that’s what you said! Or did I hear you wrongly?”
answered the Master, a puzzled look thrown onto his face. “I asked
for a chance to move into sales and you said you could swing it,
but it would cost. You said you wanted me to fuck you, and for
Emily Johnson to kiss your ass. Is that not the case?”
“Well yes,” said Tessa, thrown by Adam’s accusing tone.
“But...”
“But what?” interrupted Adam, sounding ominously offended.
“But you didn’t really mean it? You were only joking when you made
me promise that I would fuck you if I got the
interview?”
“Well... Well no – I do want that part of it. Of course I want
you to sleep with me.”
“Sleep with you! I don’t think so! But I will fuck you!” said
Adam dismissively, apparently un-phased by this gruesome prospect.
“And the other thing you insisted on was that I set things up so
that Emily Johnson would get down on her knees, grovel before you
and kiss your ass. Was that not the case?”
“No!” snapped Tessa getting increasingly flustered. “Well, yes
– the first part – the grovelling. But as for the ass kissing - it
was only a figure of speech, for crying out loud! I didn’t mean it
literally.”
“Really!” exclaimed the Master, looking totally flummoxed.
“You mean you’re settling for this – figurative ass kissing instead
of the real thing. God! How disappointing – especially as I went to
so much effort to get Blondie here into the state of mind that
she’d actually do the deed. And there was me thinking you really
hated her, and wanted to see how far she would sink.”
“I do hate the bitch!” snapped Tessa.
“Then make her do this! Make her suffer the greatest indignity
possible – make her stick her tongue up the asshole of her worst
enemy.”
Tessa looked doubtful. Adam coaxed her with a gentle stroke of
her flushed cheek as he pressed the matter further. “Think about
it, Tessa. You wouldn’t have to get naked or anything – not
completely. Just lift up your skirt and drop your knickers to flash
her your asshole then order her to stick her tongue all the way up.
She’ll hate it – but she’ll do it. And you’ll always have that on
her – Emily Johnson licked out your ass. It would be the most
galling experience of her life. You could round it all off by
farting in her face. It will haunt her forever – the awfulness
coming back every time she sees you... Isn’t that right,
Blondie?”
“Yes, Master,” Emily croaked, her mind reeling at the horror
of what she would be forced to do.
“Well... when you put it like that,” said Tessa, still not
sounding totally convinced.
“No half measures, Tessa. I mean, I’d hate to be disappointed
here, and then find that you get disappointed later on – if you get
what I mean. It should be proper measures all the way –
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