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Name’s Jennifer Corbitt. When I started at twenty six at the local newspapers, everything looked bright. I was the new cub, the smart, sassy, street savvy reporter in sneakers and a T-shirt. Just a kid.
We Toung Turks cub made ceaseless jokes about all the ‘older timer’ , reporters behind their backs. ‘Hey, any woman over 35 still working at a paper this small, gets what she deserved’, we’d laugh. My mouth water for a shot at the big leagues. One by one, my peers took flight. Before I knew it, twenty years flew by, but I never took flight.
As I undress for bed, I realize how cheep I look in faded jeans and a tired T-shirt at my age. Just never caught a big break, that’s what I told myself. It certainly couldn’t be my refusal to play company bullshit games and dress up in perky little business suits, like all the other young ass kissers around here. The same ones I train, so they can go off and chase all those big stories that were supposed to be mine. It just be some sort of ‘character flaw’ that’s keeping out of the big leagues, but…what?
I blocking out how hard it’s gotten recovering from 2:AM deadlines, or needing caffeine just jolt myself to work every morn, let alone the humiliation of secretly dying streak of ‘gray’ out of once auburn curls. I’m only 37 for god’s sake! Okay, almost 39.
But then came Katie.
Fresh out of college, the twenty one year old cub reporter had perky subtly bottle blonde hair, sparkling brown eyes, full pout collagen lips, artificial beaming smile, and the friggin’ bod of a high school cheerleader to boot. Yup, this was the ‘new’ girl! Cute little ‘Katie Burns’ was mercilessly cheerily fixated on doing whatever it took to rise the top.
I tried not to think about her, I really did. I tried to ignored her, just like my humiliating streaks of gray, or my extra ten pounds I’m battling, or the nasty little varicose veins I’d spotted for the first time last night.
I took her to lunch, to size her up. A pleasant little sidewalk bistro. She insisted I have a Ice tea, and when I returned from the bathroom, I tried to make small talk as I sipped away and she ate her salad, though Katie seemed distracted and barely listened to me.
I made my pitch that, since she was the new girl in town, I’d happily offer her my personal confidential advice in office politics, to help her steer clear of trouble spots and teach her the ropes of reporting.
I became miffed as the prissy little thing picked at her garden salad, her casual dismissal of me releasing something deep inside. I didn’t like being ignored, yet this girl’s callous attitude was doing something to me. Katie paused took a little vile of water from her purse and placed it on the table.
“What’s this?” I asked, eyeing the small vile of clear fluid.
Katie didn’t answer. I started wordlessly across at her, heart pounding for some reason. The fact she ignored me again and only started at the vile of water made it worse.
She finally looked up, forcing a strained smile as she fondled the vile of water and chirped.
“Jennifer, do you know I’ve read everything you’ve written?” My pursed lips broadened in approval.
“Really?” I couldn’t help but relaxing. Maybe I’d misjudged her.
“… used to respect you too. Geeess…. Advice? Even followed your stuff in when I was in high school.” She pressed me with relentless enjoyment, watching my face fall as I toyed with my straw with my tongue.
“High school…” I echoed, a soft gasp of humiliation escaping my wet puckered lips as I pulled away from my Tea and lowered my eyes.
“Katie….what the point of all this? what do you want?” I asked
“Look, ‘Jenny’, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m afraid ‘advice’ from an someone as clue less as you is a joke. Despite your denial, you KNOW what I wanted the minute our eyes locked, even though it scared the shit outta you.”
Wow. She didn’t fool around, did she? I felt myself by breath quicken, my cheeks becoming warm and my body responding to this pretty girl’s voice dripping with sarcasm. Why was her belligerence wrapping around me like a warm blanket?
I forced a polite laugh to cover my arousal and embarrassment and tried to sound together.
“Okay, Katrina. Let’s get down to it then. Why….er… …” I blinked in confusion. “…why are you h-here?”
” I’m here for your job stupid.” She winked.
I bit into my straw as I inwardly exploded with rage. Little bitchy comments were one thing, but my job? MY JOB? I was mortified she’d dare to…well….say it out loud like that. I also was breathless over the ‘stupid’ bit, and was confused how much MORE turned on I’d become at the little twit actually suggesting she’d fucking well replacing me, to my FACE no less!
“Jenny, Close your mouth. It’s over. Face it — you’re almost old enough to be my fucking mom, and you haven’t had a scoop in years. You’ll just sit here in this shitty little rag as I quickly got bored ands ditch your job for my rightful spot at the major newspapers.
As Katie toyed up the little vile of water again on the table, something approaching an orgasm bolted through me. I should be throttling her, not squeezing my thighs together, right? As I finished my tea, I became furious at my vulnerability to her.
“The cute part is, I DO believe you’re a little….smitten with my watching someone younger like myself who’s got the talent, chops and burning ambition you’ve pissed away long ago..” Katie smiled winningly at me.
I responded to the challenge in her voice, the lively contempt in her eyes incensing me, mingling with my anger as I staved off actually coming right in front of her….was too much….
“…am I right? Are you getting a certain….kick from being below me? Your face keeps lighting up the more I speak. I mean, why else would you just stand by and watch a pretty younger girl walk all over you and take your job, right?” The insolent girl smirked at me.
I fought to keep from touching myself. The very Idea of demeaning myself before this cruel little bitch who despised me and was just after my job sparked another wave of self disgust which quickly warmed me inside, melted my weakening resolve.
“Jennifer….are you okay sweetie?” She smirked.
I stilled myself, taking a deep breath, realized I’d finished my now empty glass of tea. What’s the matter with me, I started to sweat. What in god’s name is making me almost have an orgasm from the cruel words of this younger woman who was being so merciless to me?
“Maybe this will make you feel better, here…” The younger reporter’s eyes gleamed as she threw her packet of salad dressing over to me, and I caught automatically with a startled excitement.
“Jen, will you squeeze some dressing out and rub it all over your nipples for me? Just reach under your blouse real quick. Hurry up!” Kate managed without breaking up,
As for some god awful reason, I quickly sat up and squirted a hand full of the cold Dressing into my palm, and inhaled deeply as my fingers pressed the creamy Ranch Dressing over my now tender receptive and hardening nipples, as Kate watched me with a cruel smirk, and my cheeks inflamed at my display.
“Jennifer, your turned on right now, aren’t you? Answer me…” She insisted.
I didn’t want to answer as I sat there, shamefully blood rushing to my scarlet face, burning my ears. rubbing my own nipples. Thoroughly humiliated and angry as hell. But the bulk of my rage was squarely on my own shoulders, for not telling the little bitch to fuck off. I hated how each new indignity was more exciting and intoxicating than the last.
Admitting it to her….would just….
…but then realizing how humiliated I’d feel if I confess my arousal, made my lips water as I took a breath, and Kate smiled, as I kept rubbing my nipples. But before I could mutter the words,
Kate raised her hand up —
“Okay – ENOUGH – DON’T ANSWER It’s a trick question!!!” The young reporter barked as she opened a small vile of fluid on the table.
“Jennifer, I’m sorry to have to put you THROUGH this, I really am, but you’d never believe it if you hadn’t experience it yourself. The chemical in this little vile is what’s causing your reaction.” Katie said suddenly drawing closer to me in a hushed tone.
“Huh?” I said, still feeling tingles of excitement and disappointment I hadn’t gotten to utter my admission to the stunningly beautiful girl before me.
“Come on, Jen, shake it off, and stop rubbing your nipples!” Kate scolded, swatting my hands away from under my blouse, which the Dressing had unfortunately now soaked through and totally ruined. My arousal was fading a bit with Kate’s everyday tone, and I suddenly felt like a damned fool, with creamy nipples.
“…It’s part of a story I’m working on. The stuff in these little vials, it…well….changes people. Mostly women. The Key word is…HUMILIATION. It somehow links humiliation to sexual arousal. I placed some in your tea when we got here. A single drop.”
“Jesus….Y-you…drugged me?” I stammered, arousal faded and anger replacing it.
“I know, you have every right to be pissed, and if you never want to talk to me again, fine. But, I HAD to show you, first hand. This is the mother load, Jennifer. Were talking Pulitzer here. This is major shit, and all it needs is two hungry reporters who’ll plaster it across the front page….” Katie said, letting her words sink into me.
I said nothing for a minute, blinking. Over the years, I had mastered such tight control on my life, this little stunt Kate just pulled to me scarred the hell outta me. I couldn’t control what happens with this humiliation stuff, and, having always been in control, I not sure I like it.
I staring at the glass of empty tea before me, awash in a tumble of emotions, from betrayal, stupidity, lingering arousal, and something else…
Something I hadn’t felt in years.
A second chance.
This girl had everything I lacked, and maybe I could, unless….was it a set up? She’d already tricked me once.
“What do you need me for Katie? You’re the one who’s got all the talent, chops, looks, right?” I spat bitterly.
“Don’t be that way. I had to say that stuff, to push you on. I never said looks. You’re still hung up on my looks, huh? Is that the drug talking…or…?” Katie laughed playfully, but I sulked, still feeling taken in.
“Very funny. You know, I do have experience. I’m not a total…”
“I know, Jen. I wasn’t lying when I said you were the reason I became a reporter. I won’t lie though, you’ve gotten soft. My words wouldn’t have aroused you so…if there hadn’t of been some truth in them. That’s how it works.
“Katie, have you ever…?” I asked, eyeing the little vile of stuff.
“Try it myself? No, but suspect it would work differently on me that you.” She smiled warmly at me, for the first time. I wanted to trust her, I really did.
“How did you discover all this? where did you get this weird little vile of stuff? Who else have you tried this stunt on?” I started, exploding with questions now my buzz was fading and my pride coming back. Maybe I could put this all behind us. It was just the drug, right? Katie had to demonstrate it, that’s all. Understandable. impulsive, dangerous, but she’s just a cub reporter. She just needs guidance, if she’ll accept it.
“I know, but I’ll explain everything when we get back to the office. Jennifer, I need your help. I’m not sure, but if this stuff starts spreading…”Katie’s voice trailed off dramatically as we look around at all the attractive women eating lunch around us, our minds mushrooming with the perverse implications.
“Yeah. I see….” I said as we exchanged a serious look.
“I haven’t tried it on anybody yet, but I was it’s effects on a stranger, and that’s when I found the vile and file explaining it near a burning trash dumpster behind a chemical plant. I tried reading the file but it crumbled into ashes. The file said something about he drug usually only becoming more pronounced if a younger woman starts verbally humiliating a older woman. I have No Idea why, I have almost zero leads, but I think….
together, we can unravel it. Are you in?” I asked.
“Still gunning for my job?” I frowned.
“Totally!” She winked warmly as she held the vile to my face. “But without this garbage, I suspect you’ll get back on your game enough that I’ll never have a chance…”
“Okay Katie, I’m in.” I said, shaking her hand. ” But….no more spiking my drinks, okay? After this stunt, you’ll have to earn back my trust okay? And I’m the boss. Your good, but you need me, by your own admission…so just….”
” Relax teacher, your aggressive little student won’t stir up your humiliation fantasies anymore, okay?” Katie smirked.
“I don’t HAVE humiliation fantasies, remember? It’s the drug dummy!” I grimaced, stinging at the thought she believed any of that display was somehow connected to the real me. Katie shot me a wincing appeasing little shrug, and I felt myself relax around her deeply for the first time since we meet.
“Okay, okay, whatever you say….mom!” She teased, as we picked up our purses and she picked up the check. “You are a spunky thing, aren’t you?” I winked back at her.
“Your not going to fight me for the check?” She playfully asked.
“You drug me, try stealing my job, then sexually humiliating me to my very core? You pay bitch.” I giggled as we broke into gales together. I decided not to pick at how much of my response to Katie was the drug and how much was me.
I’d never been sexually aroused by humiliation before, but I couldn’t shake the fantastically intense orgasmic high I’d felt. It was better than any orgasm I’d ever had in my whole life, and I worried my feelings for her cruel treatment of me….may be something I’d never completely shake off.
Though I’d never risk it again now that we were friends, just remembering the bitchy ice in her voice was giving me little rides of pleasure inside. Was she really just ‘showing’ me? Part of me couldn’t believe she wasn’t also into it. But that was the past. Katie needed me, and I wasn’t about to give her an inch now. As we walked out of the Bristol, I grim though occurred as I asked;
“Katie, are there any more vials of this stuff out there?”
“Lots, a whole box full, but it was empty when I found it in the dumpster. God knows what happened to the other ones. If any women around town happen across that stuff….”
“Yeah, I know…” I shuddered inside, half in fear, half in sweet anticipation over the very Idea.
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