A Slight Scar
Joe Brewster
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Copyright 2011 Joe Brewster/transgressivefiction
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Kaitlin loved her job. She had a ‘bubbly’ personality and went out of her way to make the office a ‘positive’ place. She made it a point to make newly hired employees feel comfortable. Temps included.
When Elana arrived from the agency Kaitlin was all over her.
"You'll love working for Ingrid," Kaitlin said. "She's the ultimate female and the ultimate boss."
"Sounds good," said Elana. "What is it that makes her so 'ultimate'?"
"She's fair, for one thing. She doesn't play favorites or put up with petty bullshit. She plays office politics when she has to -- with other management types-- but not with us. Her people. She looks out for us.
“Ingrid let’s us know what she wants us to do then leaves us alone to get it done. Not like the rest of these micro-managers. She keeps our department as stress-free as possible.”
“Sounds cool,” Elana said.
"She's awesome,” Kaitlin gushed. “Classy as hell. Sexy, too – if you ask me. She’s into fashion. She finds the best stuff. She'll take a weekend and go off, alone, shopping in New York, Miami, Chicago or L.A. Serious downtime. To relax.
"When she talks shopping she talks shopping. Know how some places the things women talk about are not taken seriously? Guys can talk sports all day long like it's a big freaking deal but if women talk fashion or about some great bargain they got they think we're children or something? Like we're silly?"
"Ain't that the truth," Elana agreed. "That's how men think, or I should say, don't think. Men are men. They're idiots."
"Ingrid won't put up with that,” Kaitlin told her. “That's what's cool about her. Some old boy shot her a look when she told us about her latest spree so she called him over and put her foot on the desk and asked him if he ever saw a sweeter pair of Jimmy Choo’s. Stuck it right in his face. He blushed and said they were nice. We laughed and high-fived each other and bumped knuckles- you know, ironically -- like guys do when their team scores a touchdown or something. Just to fuck with him.
“Ingrid’s fun. And so gorgeous. I mean, why not? She’s dressed to kill just wearing a business suit the stuff she gets. Around here shopping RULES. Guys better respect our conversations or else."
"Or else what?" Elana asked.
"Or else fuck 'em,” Kaitlin said. “They diss us we disrespect them right back. That's our attitude. That's how Ingrid thinks and it rubs off."
"I like her already."
"I knew you would. Not everybody does though. Some of these older women don't understand," Kaitlin said. Tilting her head toward a group of coworkers across the office. Then she realized Elana was probably just as old, "I'm not saying you’re old."
Elana nodded that she understood. It was all right. No offence taken.
Kaitlin went on, "They're jealous that Ingrid made it into upper management -- doing it her way, not taking any shit – and they didn’t. Others prefer the old ways. Letting men set the rules and stuff. Playing up to them. Taking up golf or learning football strategy so they can shoot the shit with the boys. Or going the other way using ‘charm’ or just outright getting sexual with men to get ahead in their careers. That’s not for me."
"Me neither."
"I get so energized being around Ingrid. Just being in the same room with her. Just thinking about her. She’s the most powerful woman I’ve ever known. She's elegant and sexy and tough. I practically have fantasies about her sometimes---" Kaitlin paused suddenly, "not that I'm gay or anything. She is just so totally FEMALE - she inspires me. She's my idol. She can vaporize a guy with her stare. Totally dominate any situation. God, I’d love to be like that.”
“No doubt,” Elana said, somewhat taken aback by Kaitlin’s youthful exuberance.
"I’m sorry. I don’t even know you and I’m rattling on with TMI. I don't believe the things that come out of my mouth sometimes," Kaitlin said, blushing a little. "I get carried away when it comes to Ingrid. It's just that I think the world of her."
"That's okay," Elana assured her. "Most places they send me everyone grumbles about the boss behind their back. It's a nice change."
In walked Ingrid.
After introductions Ingrid invited Elana back to her office.
"I see you've met my number one fan."
"Disciple, I would say. She's pretty intense."
Ingrid handed Elana her empty coffee cup and said, "Down the hall on the right. Two sugars." Then she sat down to her desk and clicked on her computer.
With any other exec this would signal ‘Me Boss, you Bitch” but not with Ingrid.
Ingrid made this act seem inclusive. Like she accepted Elana immediately. No need to stand on ceremony. It was an act of familiarity.
Ingrid would do the same for Elana if Elana were busy. And she would do it without being asked. Elana somehow knew this about Ingrid. They seemed to know a lot about each other after just one glance.
Elana came back and sat across the desk from Ingrid after handing her her coffee.
"I know you usually like to temp rather than hire-in but I just bought your contract from the agency making you a regular employee," Ingrid said.
"Without an interview?" asked Elana.
"Without even asking if it's alright with you."
Elana sat back taking it all in. Kaitlin wasn't kidding. Ingrid ruled. Her understated grace ebbed at Elana's emotional tone yielding a natural alliance. Elana's temping days were done. From now on she was Ingrid's.
"All right," Elana said.
"As my assistant you would usually have your own office but I'm moving you in here with me."
"Yes," Said Elana.
"This might sound silly. But one of the things I want you to do is become my alter-ego. You've met Kaitlin. She's a dear. But she's infatuated with an ideal that isn't real. She's setting herself up for a fall."
"How so?" Elana asked.
"By confusing personal independence with power and control. It's an illusion that could cripple her. She thinks if she could be more like me she could solve all of life's problems. She doesn't understand. Life isn't like that. It isn't that simple.
"I’d hate for her to feel hurt but I think I need to make her hate me before she can grow. Before she can become her own woman and quit being a kind of mascot caricature. She's stuck in a rut. The young woman needs to get unstuck."
"That's your understanding of it?" asked Elana. "What do you want me to do?"
"Just give her some moral support. I don't want to break her spirit completely. She is a very special young woman. I just want her to become her own person. Let her cry on your shoulder and maybe explain that I don't really hate her even though it may seem that way to her. This needs to be dealt with."
"I can do that," Elana said.
"It's strange the way life plays out." Ingrid said, almost to herself. Feeling comfortable enough here with Elana to think out loud. "When I was about Kaitlin's age I thought I knew everything. Then something terrible happened and it almost crushed me. My spirit, I mean. But it strengthened me more than I ever realized. Once I got through it.
"Kaitlin needs to work through some harsh things to bring out her individual sense of self. If it sounds like I'm playing God, well, maybe I am. But I know letting her go on worshipping an ideal isn't the answer. The young woman needs to see me as a person, not as a symbol.
"When I was her age I worked for a young executive. A very ambitious guy. We worked well together and I thought I was so hot. I refused to run errands for him. I made him get his own coffee. He kind of liked that about me. A liberated woman, I was.
"One morning we went into the conference room coffee closet. Each carrying our own cups. We stood drinking our coffee lost in talk. We hadn't noticed that, just on the other side of the door from us, the conference room had filled up. We were trapped. We couldn't get out without interrupting the meeting.
"We whispered and went on making small talk when he said, 'Too bad there aren't any bagels or muffins in here.' I hopped on the counter and told him, 'I've got your muffin right here.' I had on stockings with no panties. I spread my legs and bared what God gave me.
'All warm and moist,' I told him.
He looked me right in the eye for half a second and then went down on me. With a conference going on on the other side of the door.
"Like most men he couldn't go down worth a damn. But I figured it was the effort that counted. For a young woman to have her boss do something like that was quite a turn-on in itself no matter how inept he was.
"I let him up and then I showed him what going down is all about. I pulled out his cock and went to town on him. I had him ready to cum in no time flat. Then I stopped. He gasped. Somebody had to have heard him. He got scared. Then I started up again. He didn't know whether to kiss me or kill me. I had him squirming. I ended it with some deep throat and my finger up his ass.
“I swallowed and my boss zipped up just seconds before the door opened.
"They'd heard us all right. We said we came in for coffee and got caught waiting for the pot to brew and didn’t want to disturb the meeting. Yadda. Yadda.
"In the days after that I went down on him all over the office floor. In copy machine nooks. The Men's Room. The Ladies Room. Under his desk, of course. Never at his request mind you. He was deathly afraid of our getting caught but what could he say? Nothing. I called the tune and he danced.
“He’d never experienced anything like me before. I was hot shit indeed. Or so I thought.
"Finally I agreed to have a real grown up liaison in a swank hotel room. Room service dinner with champagne before hopping between the sheets. It was a game to me. I didn't care. He thought he was falling in love.
"I was so naive and stupid. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t some floozy so I insisted I pay. I actually paid for the room with my new Amex Ultimate Card --- remember when that was a big deal? --- the very first transaction. I felt so free and unfettered --- the epitome of a liberated woman... epitome of an idiot....
"I was already under the covers when he walked in. Running just a little late after bumping into some of his old frat brothers having a bachelor party down the hall.
"I laid down the law about him being tardy. I took him to task and made him kiss my ass and say he was sorry and beg for my forgiveness. All of which he willingly did. I was stoked on control. I commanded the situation. I had my boss, one of the best and the brightest up-and-coming young executives in our company, at my beck and call. I was invincible. You know how the song goes? --- I AM WOOO-MAN! Yeah. Right.
"Well I fucked his brains out plain and simple. Me on top of course. Taunting him. Dangling my breasts in his face but not letting him lick.
Letting him feel them with his cheeks when I said he could and not before. Then finally leaning down and me putting a nipple right on his lips and saying either 'Kiss' 'Lick' or 'Suck' and by God that's exactly what he did, exactly when I said so, exactly the way I wanted him to, or else.
"'Or else' being a non-factor. He obeyed.
"I was damn near giddy with the thrill of domination. Not just of him. Total domination. In my mind I had conquered the known world. At least as it applied to me. I was now my boss's boss. I controlled my own destiny. I was such a stupid young woman. I knew nothing of power or personal responsibility. I was so naive.
"After I finished using him as my personal fuck-toy I sent him out for cigarettes.
“I was sitting naked at our dinner cart when he made it back. With several friends. Some of his frat buddies were taking a break from a poker game and invited themselves in.
"My boss was obviously flustered. He was saying, 'Hey, guys, this is my girlfriend, please, we need to be alone.' They knew I worked for him and they had certain definite ideas as to what 'girlfriend' meant in that context.
“One on his buddies asked, 'How much would it cost for her to be our girlfriend for tonight?’ My boss gave him a weak smile and tried to reason with him saying how I was a nice girl and not like that and sure they were frat brothers but please could they just leave, please.
"At the rate it was going I was going to have to throw them out myself. My boss was too weak. He craved their approval. Besides I found his assessment of me as a 'nice girl' patronizing and insulting. After all I was a world class dominatrix wasn't I?
"So I forced the issue. I took control. I stood up, stark naked, and told them to clean off the room service cart and let's get the party started. Either my boss was going to throw the bums out or I was going to make him wish he had. Either way, once again, I controlled the situation.
"The gutless wonder didn't throw them out. There were four of them, not counting my boss. Their eyes all looked at me to see if I was teasing. Hanging on my response. I had their attention. I ordered them again to clear the cart off and they gladly obeyed.
"I laid face up across the cart and invited a pair of them to take each end of me. One put his dick in my vagina while another slid his thing down my throat as head hung off the end of the cart. I stroked the other two off, giving them handjobs, a cock in each hand.
“They just about panicked. I had upped the ante. They never expected anything like this. I astonished them with my slutty bravado. Trumping the hell out of their macho posturing—and, still, I was calling the shots.
"As we all did our business my boss broke down in sobs but I had no pity for him. He was weak. That's all I knew.
"I gave the four dolts the best sex they ever had in their lives. Letting them play out their male-bonding gangbang fantasies. They marveled at my tight vagina and nearly screamed under my oral and manual control. I controlled it all. Except...
"It didn't end at four. More poured in. More than just a few frat buddies. Many, many, more. I tried to stop and got punched in the face. Knocked cold. They continued taking my vagina. When that got sloppy they flipped me over and took my anus. In my hazy condition I heard their laughter. I felt their slimy cum in me and on me as several spectators chose to shoot cum all over me rather than inside me.
“I tried to fight them off but it was no use. They held me down. I had to lay there and take it.
"I was now their toy. They used me as such. I had no say. I may as well have been a Blow-up Doll. Whatever power I thought I had had evaporated.
"What a stupid, stupid girl I was. I felt so low. Beyond anything I could ever imagine. Where was that dominant young woman now? I couldn't find her. I was so totally emotionally separated from her I felt like a different person. I felt abandoned and betrayed.
"At last some drunk wanted a go at my ass but felt the need to clean it out first. My butt was so full of cum it was dripping all over the place and on to the floor. He spied the empty champagne bottle standing with a towel draped over the top. He shoved it up my ass with the towel still over it to sop up the slop. Then he burst out screaming. That's the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital.
"Whoever opened the champagne had been too impatient to pop the cork properly. They just broke the neck open against the edge of the sink. That jagged glass sliced through my bowels and severed an artery. I was alone in the room when the ambulance arrived; a bunch of hand towels stuffed up my ass. It was the only thing that saved me. I was in the hospital for six weeks.
"I couldn't look my doctors in the eye. I was so ashamed. The nurses treated me like garbage. They did their duties but they were disgusted with me. I couldn't blame them. My vanity got me into this. My naïve stupidity.
"I didn't know how I'd ever be able to return to work. After degrading myself like that. But I had to. I had to maintain my medical insurance or I'd never be able to pay my bills.
"Once the colostomy bag came off I returned to work.
"A curious thing happened as I walked into the office on my first day back. I felt calm. Then I saw the first sneer. I felt calmer still. I walked up to the asshole and asked if he had a problem. Maybe his shorts were too tight? Maybe that's why he had that look on his face? No? I told him, ‘Well from now on whenever I pass you better keep your eyes down and look at the floor. So I don't get the wrong idea.’
"He smirked. I slapped that silly grin right off his face. We were out on the floor. I asked right out-loud in front of everybody if anybody had a problem showing me common courtesy. Decency. Because I didn't care what any of them thought of me personally I demanded to be shown proper respect.
"They were quiet. I went on to my job.
"I realized then that my shame in the hospital had to do with wasting resources that should have gone to people with real illnesses. Here, at work, it was different. I took my share of responsibility for what happened. But it ended there. I let the situation get out of hand. I lost control. That was my fault. But I was still a human being. I put it behind me and never let anyone pass judgment on me in public without correcting their perception.
"I never again let myself be sexually manipulated or compromised. From that time on I became my own woman. I treated myself with respect and I prospered.
"Upper management approved of my attitude. Other women acted strong. Aggressive. Almost masculine. I didn't need to act. I didn't need to adopt a male role model. My attitude came from within.
“I relied on my feminine strength. I could detect any hint of behavior that smacked of masculine supremacy. And I squelched it.
“I admired men who were competent and ethical but if I saw any trace of the juvenile male attitude that let them think it was okay to use women the way the young woman in that hotel room was used I shot it out of the water completely. No matter where I saw it. Boardroom included.