The Making of a Submissive Co-Worker - Sex Stories

The Making of a Submissive Co-Worker

... and he should fire you,” she stated in a huff. Oh my God, thought Sarah. She quickly pulled her hand from under her dress, but it was too late. Yvonne already noticed where her hand had been and could smell Sarah’s arousal. “When did you walk in?” Sarah asked meekly. “No, please don’t tell Mr. O’Rourke,” she pleaded. Sarah’s ashen face showed her fear. “I will get fired. I am so sorry, Yvonne.” Yvonne was in marketing and was so different from Sarah. She was curvier, taller, about five foot nine, and looked even taller today with her black, knee high pointed boots with four inch heels. She had short blond hair and blue eyes and like Sarah wore red lipstick but Yvonne’s was bright red and looked wet and luscious. Yvonne was very curvaceous and was the office flirt. She also dressed a little sexier and always had a smile. Today, she had on a dark pink silk blouse that showed off her ample cleavage and a black tight pencil skirt that stopped above her knees. Completing her outfit were a pair of fishnet stockings. She looked really stunning today and so in control, thought Sarah. “No, Sarah, I need to tell Mr. O’Rourke. He told us just last week how important this project is and that we either could get either promoted or demoted on this project. Now, I find out we are behind because you were watching porn, and kinky porn at that.” Sarah, fighting back the tears, replied, “You know that is not the reason we are behind. You have just been so hard headed in your opinions that we ...

... haven’t been able to move forward.” “What!” Yvonne curtly replied. “My fault, no way, now I am going to Mr. O’Rourke. You will be fired.” “Please don’t. I will do anything to make it up to you,” Sarah pleaded, knowing she went too far and was in no position to argue. “Anything?” smiled Yvonne with one eyebrow raised. “Yes, I will work late. I will do your share of the project. I will tell Mr. O’Rourke that you had all the great ideas.” “No, Sarah, I had something else in mind. Stand up!” Yvonne commanded as she closed the door to Sarah’s office. She really didn’t need to do that since it was late. However, Yvonne knew she needed the door closed for what she had in mind. “You can’t talk to me like that,” Sarah said in shock. “Yes, I can and I will. Here are your options, either stand up now and do whatever I ask you to do for the next week, or I am going to tell Mr. O’Rourke”, Yvonne replied smartly. “Make up your mind now, Sarah. I don’t have all evening.” Sarah slowly and meekly stood up. Yvonne was enjoying this. Sarah and Yvonne were co-workers, but Sarah always seemed to get more recognition. Mr. O’Rourke told her more than a few times that she should be like Sarah, that she should act and dress more professionally. Yvonne was going to enjoy this week in more ways than one, she thought. “Take off that dress, slowly,” Yvonne commanded as she sat down and crossed her legs. Sarah could see the top of Yvonne’s fishnet stockings come into view. “What are you looking at?” Yvonne ...