Don Abdul (c)2008
Stan was just settling down to his search through the company archives in the basement when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Whipping his head around, he saw Constance smiling wickedly at him. His heart sank when he suddenly realized it was Friday afternoon, and before he could dwell upon what she wanted, she stated her business, and quite tersely too.
"Tomorrow morning on the dot of 8 a.m; same place, be there!" She turned without as much as a backward glance and left. He was left so physically exhausted, he had to grab a chair and sit down. Her threats were becoming unbearable, but then he remained at a loss for what to do about it.
If he goes to Peggy, he reckoned he might lose her in the end, and that was one bridge he was not keen on burning. On the other hand, if he dared Constance to do her worse, well he would effectively be out of a job, and most probably even be blacklisted by Peggy's powerful father, thus rendering him untouchable in the industry. His shoulders drooped as he turned over his predicament in his mind.
Just as he was about to fold under the enormous weight of his problem, it struck him! Wayne Simpson, a.k.a Mr. Fix it. Stan had been raised in the projects, and back in the day, he and Fix were homies. Fix was a diminutive fellow about 5'3" and smallish in stature, "small rat" was a common term used to describe him back then by folks who didn't know him, those were "Famous last words" for those who thought of Fix in those terms.
In spite of his size, Fix was not a man to be trifled with; he had a sharp analytical mind and a great ability to figure a way out of about any kind of trouble. Even the bigger boys sought his clever counsel.
Although Fix never left the projects, he and Stan had stayed in touch, they were ‘blood'. Stan smiled at the slang for family as he reached for his cell phone and dialed Fix's number. They talked quickly and then hung up.
After calling in few favors, Fix called Stan back and gave him a set of instructions which he wrote down on his legal pad. Some fifteen minutes later they had a plan that they were certain would address Stan's problem.
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It's been five weeks since their plan was set in motion, and Stan was getting desperate, even Peggy had noticed that he had a lot on his mind lately. It wasn't as if he never enjoyed fucking her, however Constance was really abusing the power she had over him. She had humiliated him in ways he couldn't possibly admit openly, and he was seething with a burning desire for revenge, so he swallowed his pride and waited patiently for his plan to come to fruition.
At about 3.30 p.m, his cell phone rang. After listening attentively for five minutes, he ended the call and dialed Fix as agreed. "Yo Fix! We have a go!" Thereafter, they briefly discussed phase two of their plan and then hung up.
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As Stan was leaving for lunch, his cell phone rang, it was Constance. He only hesitated briefly and then answered. "Saturday morning, same place, same time. Be there!" and then the phone went dead. Stan immediately called Fix, "Yo Fix! Phase two is a go!" They hung up after finalizing a few details of Phase two. Stan smiled mischievously to himself, ‘you'll get what's coming to you bitch!' he thought as he got into his car and drove off.
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As always, she had on an overcoat as she walked into the room and struck her trademark pose, giving him time to wonder what naughty surprise lay under that cloak of respectability. He knew it would be a different treat this time as she loved to always keep him guessing and getting it wrong.
When she slowly pulled the coat open, Stan smiled at her creativity as his eyes drank in the cock-provoking sight of her sexy mature body clad in a black crotch less fishnet body suit. In spite of himself and the malice in his heart,
Stan felt his cock swelling and getting really hard. As she walked past him on her way to the toilet, his eyes roamed the curvature of her awesome ass, he knew he had to follow her to perform one of the most humiliating of tasks, washing the wee from her cunt with his tongue after she's done peeing. Just before he followed her into the bathroom however, he reached out and unlocked the door.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned as she relieved her full bladder, and as the last few drops trickled from her pussy, she bent over and commanded him to lick it clean. If only to throw her off the scent of the great shocker he had in store for her, he obliged. Truth be told though, he really didn't mind doing it, he actually quite enjoyed it, but he'd rather do it willingly and not as an act of humiliation.
He licked the piss from her and sucked on her labia. She cooed softly as he circled her clit with his tongue and soon her waist was gyrating to the strokes of his tongue. He got her all worked up and dripping wet, and then when his sensitive ears picked the soft foot falls in the room he knew it was time to move to phase three.
Removing his face from her cunt, he rose to his feet and backed away into the room. She was mad at him for truncating of her pleasure and she hollered his name. "Stanford, get back in here this minute you bitch!" When he didn't answer, she went after him, and as she entered the room she got a huge shocker that left her both frightened and physically sick. Her face was one contorted mask of worry as her mind raced to decipher what might be going on.
"Smile sexy lady!" Fix said pointing the camcorder in her face for a close up. It was then that it all so suddenly dawned on her that she was fucked. She staggered briefly and then collapsed into a nearby chaise, her legs unable to support her weight anymore.
After a brief, yet eternal maddening silence, she opened her mouth to speak alas no words came out of her. Even Stan was too scared to speak for fear of upsetting the balance that had tipped so suddenly in his favour for once.
Fix as usual rose to the occasion, "It's pretty simple boss lady, and you're busted!" He sneered at her with utmost contempt. "To put it directly, the Mistress has become the bitch, and from this glorious minute onwards, your ass and everything in and around it belongs to my man Stan here".
Having found his confidence in the words of his homeboy Fix, Stan walked towards Constance and dropped an envelope on the coffee table. "Oh, just in case you need some more explanation, here's a lill something-something to give you clarity.
With trembling hands, she reached for the envelope and as she pulled out the contents, she froze, her face instantly becoming so pale she looked like a ghost.