Posted by Vanessa on January 10, 2005 at 06:45:08:
Working on a Saturday
By Vanessa Feathertree
Kristin hated having to go into work on saturdays. At least they are only half days and she didn't have to dress too formal for it. Most of the girls would probably be wearing jeans or even shorts. She chose to wear banana yellow spandex bicycle shorts over glossy tan pantyhose (she could have done without the hose, but it was office policy) with a matching banana yellow long sleeve v-neck over her white sports bra and a pair of white tenishoes. The plan is to put in her four hours at work and then hit the gym right after. But first to stop and get some breakfast.
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Cynthia was happy to see she wasn't the first to come into work today. Standing next to the coffee maker was Dalila and some new girl. She noticed Dalila's choice in "uniform" for work today. Dalila stood there in a red and grey pleated plaid skirt that stopped five inches above the knees, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and the front left open (showing her lacey white bra) with the exception of the knot tied above her belly button, knee-high white stockings over a pair of shimmery tan pantyhose, and white platform heeled sandals to finish it off. Cybthia couldn't figure out why Dalila always went over the top on casual saturday. At least it made her outfit look somewhat professional...in a casual way. Cynthia decided to take a break from wearing a skirt and instead wore a pair of form-fitting denim capris (over chocolate pantyhose) with a nice powder blue cardigan sweater over a matching blue tanktop. The cloths wear relaxing and she would have worn her denim deck shoes, but since it was work she didn't feel right unless she had on highheels. At least the four inch, brown suede open toes went well with the rest of the outfit. But admiring the girl Dalila was talking to start to make her wish she'd worn a skirt today as well. She was wearing a white suede miniskirt with a matching jacket, a white satin tanktop, white pantyhose and white five inch heeled sandals. Judging by the mahogany hue in her skin and the long black hair, she looked to be Native American or Spanish. As Cynthia begins to walk towards the two women, Victoria's office door opens and Jessika exits.
Jessika just couldn't break from tradition. When in the work place, you dress professional. It was just the way she was brought up. So she chose to wear an expensive black with grey pin-stripe business suit that had a skirt which stopped four inches above the knees. A gunmetal grey satin blouse, nude crotchless pantyhose (her dirty little secret) and four inch heeled ankle boots that laced in the front. Dalila's outfit was too obsene for the work place in Jess's opinion.....though she did look good in it. The new girl didn't look too bad with her outfit. And Cynthia at least didn't dress like a slut. But she shouldn't have worn denim pants. They should have been business slacks.
"Vanessa, Victoria will see you now." She was glad Ms. V was hiring another girl, but this one didn't look like she had any business sense. Jess gave her a week before she would decide the job wasn't for her and leave.
Vanessa entered Victoria's office. It was rather large and very nice looking. The walls were panelled with a dark oak. Shelves lined the wall behind the desk, which was a large mahogany with a glass top. On the corner of the desk closest to the window sat a computer monitor. and the opposing side was the phone. Sitting behind the desk was a very attractive redhead with her long legs propped ontop of it. She reclined and a high-backed leahter chair as she looked at the computer screen.
"Come in! Take off your jacket and have a seat!" Victoria looked over the young woman as she removed her jacket and hung it next to her own dark green suit coat on the coat rack. She had noticed Vanessa at a lesbian nightclub and overheard she'd lost her job. It was the perfect oppritunity to possibly get a new toy she could use at the office. She would hire the girl as her personal assistant/secretary and then have her way with her. Victoria was certain Vanessa would take the job, then Vic would make sure the girl would understand all her duties.
Vanessa sat across from Victoria. Ms. V is a very attractive woman. "No, Vanessa! stop thinking like that or you may say or do something that'll cost you the job." She thought as she sighed. She needed the work and flirting with her potentual boss was not a smart idea. Vanessa's eyes followed the red head's legs, starting at the tips of her four inch green alligator pumps, going over the slender ankle and gliding up those long, tan pantyhosed calves and thighs. Just at that point is when Victoria bent her right knee to bring her leg down and Vanessa got a clear shot up her short dark green skirt. Ms. V isn't wearing any panties! Vanessa could clearly see a neatly trimmed fire bush mashed under the tan nylon! Her mind started to drift, but was snapped back to reality.
"I am glad you could make it here today! The normal work week is too hectic to do interviews. Saturday is a little more layed back though." Victoria smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile, but a devious one. She purposely let Vanessa get an upskirt and was pleased with the results. She knew that she could definately have her way with this one now. Victoria stands up and walks to the door and locks it. She reaches into her coat and pulls out a cigerette. "Want one?"
"No thanks!" Vanessa shook her head as she watched the woman light the slim white stick. Her eyes followed Victoria as the red head crossed the room again and opened the window a crack. Ms. V produced a glass ashtray from the top left drawer of the desk and set it on the glass top. Took a deep drag and flicked the ash into the tray, then rested the smoke in it. Vanessa watched as Vic rolled the sleeves of her cream blouse to her elbows. Then the woman sat back in the leather chair. The sound of expensive alligator pump clunking on the carpeted floor was followed by a pair of sexy, hose-covered soles being propped back onto the desk. Vanessa just wanted to get the interview over so she could go to the bathroom and masturbate. All of this was too much for her.....especially since she could once again see those tight red curls under tan nylon again.
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"Hi Kristin!" Dalila smiles as the young Asian girl entered. She wasn't a bit surprised when she saw what Kris was wearing, and she knew it would just bother Jess when she noticed.
"Hi Dalila! Hey Cynthia!" Kristin admires Dalila's taste in wardrobe and nearly laughs. "Looking to get punished by 'mother superior' today, Dal?" The three laugh.
Jessika comes around the corner with a file in hand. Hearing the girls laughing, she looks up from her work and notices what Kris is "wearing" and just shakes her head and sighs. She walks up and pours herself another cup of coffee. It was going to be a long four hours.
"Hey, D. Who was that girl you were talking to when I came in?" Cynthia filled a cup of coffee and handed it to Kris before filling another for herself.
"That was Vanessa. I guess Victoria offered her a job after hearing she just lost hers."
"It's about time she got some new blood in here!" Kristin takes a sip of her coffee. "Since Cherrill left without notice, we all have had to pick up her load!"
"Yeah! That was real nice of her!" Cynthia agreed. She takes the newspaper from her bag, sits at her desk and sets it down and takes another sip of coffee. The other two take their desks as Jess heads back to her office. Cyn looks over at Kris "Too bad bad we don't also get to share her paycheck too."
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Jessika enters her office and closes the door. At least she had her own space and didn't have to deal with the others. Sitting back she turns on her monitor. "Damn! Another four points down. Guess I should sell this stock before I take too much of a loss." A few click-slide-clicks and her problem is sold. She pulls up a news website and starts looking over the articles. Nothing but a bunch of depressing news again. More soldiers die in Iraq. More bodies found washed up from the tsunami. More people killed in a fastfood robbery. More speculation about America's motives. More complaints about Bush back for four more years. Jess decided she didn't even want to check the forums she regulared at. They've been getting bogged down by the same bullshit as the news and not what they were supposed to be about. "Back to work I guess." She pulled up some files and started reading through them.
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As far as Victoria was concerned, the interview was done. She found out what she wanted and now it was time to clearify the job details to Vanessa. She smiles as she wiggles her hosed toes.
"You have the job, Vanessa.....on one condition. You have to seal the deal by sucking on my toes." Vanessa nearly falls out of her seat. She looks at the redhead with a slack-jawed confusion. Did she just hear correctly? Suck on those sexy, pantyhose toes? Vic simply looks at her and grins. Vanessa could feel her own sex moisten in her pantyhose. Her heart was racing. She Looks at the wiggling nyloned digits, then ate the eyes of her new boss. Leaning forward, she takes the redhead's right foot into her hand and begins to lick at the warm, moist material stretched over the woman's burgendy painted toes. Vic lets out a light moan as Vanessa's tongue tickles her feet. She lets out and even louder one as she feel her toes enter those pretty lips. Taking another drag off her cigerette, she reaches with her other hand and tugs the front of her skirt up over her mound and then begins to rub her sex. Vanessa's eyes move from Vic's face to the activities at her fire bush. She suckles the redhead's hosed toes and decides to follow her example. Vanessa lifts her ass and hikes her own suede skirt over her hips. Sitting back down, she begins to message her balled pussy through the seamless material of her white pantyhose. Both girls moan as their fingers work in circular motions on their own nyloned sexes.
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Jessika finishes the current file, saves and opens a new one. She doesn't get halfway through the first paragraph of the report before the coffee kicks in. She gets up and leaves her office to head to the ladies' room. Checks each stall until she finds the most "suitable" one. Lifting her skirt, she squats over the toilet. A sigh of relief as she starts to trickle into the bowl.
The door swings open, startling her. "WHAT THE FU":::TEWP TEWP::: Jess' head flings back as gore splatters the wall behind it. Her as slaps down on the toilet seat as the second round slams between her firm breasts. Her back arching over the back of the toilet, her hips lift and pussy continues to sprey all over pantyhosed thighs, calves and feet. :::TEWP::: A third bullet shreds into her mound just above her clit and crimson mixes with the gold before the trickles go back into the bowl. Jess's pretty eyes roll into the back of her head as blood streams down her forhead. Her head lulls back and to the left as her begins to slide off the toilet. A combat booted foot steps down on her bloody sex mound and pins it to the seat, then is lifted when the sexy corpse shows no sign of falling over.
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Cythia slips her shoes off and begins to rub her hosed feet together. She opens her newspaper and starts to read. On page three, she notices a picture of a set of woman's feet sticking out from under a sheet. One is wearing a sexy steel heeled stiletto pump, while the other is bare. The toeseam of the nylons is very clear across the tip of the toes. Cyn looks at the inlay picture and gasps.
"What's up, Cyn?" Kris stands up and walks over, as does Dalila.
"It's Cherrill! The paper says they found her body lying in a dumpster downtown with a gunshot wound to her head and chest. It says that she was raped after being murdered, then dumped. They found her purse at the other end of the alley with no money in it. We should tell Jess and Vic!"
"Kris and I will go tell Jessica. You tell Victoria." Dalila and Kristin head for Jess' office while Cynthia gets up and heads to Victoria's.
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:::knock knock::: "Jess?" Dalila opens the door and looks around. "She's not here. Maybe she had to use the bathroom? Kris, you go and check and I'll wait her incase she comes back."
"Ok." Kristin heads around the corner to the bathroom. "Jessica, are you in here? Hello?" She knocks on the first stall, then the next. She is about to knock on the third one when she notices blood pooling under the fifth stall's door. "Jess? You okay in there?" She walks over and pushes the door open slowly.
Before she can scream, the door to the sixth stall opens and a gloved hand covers her mouth and pushes her head back, her body following. :::thud::: Her head cracks against the wall, eyes wide with terror. The man holds her tightly against the wall with her mouth covered using only one hand. She grabs with both of hers and tries to pull his hand away. She doesn't even notice the large bowie knife until she feels it plunge into her firm tummy just above the waistband of her banana yellow spandex bicycle shorts. She lets out a muffled moan, then several screams as he roughly jerks the blade up until it comes to rest against the bottom of her sternum. Still covering her mouth, he lets her body slide to the floor, legs bending at the knees and spreading outward to the sides. A pungent oder wofts up as thick brown shit squishes through her pantyhose and out of the legs of the tight spandex shorts. Coils of intestine spill out from the long tear in her torso and mound up in the puddle of blood and urine between her sexy pantyhose-clad legs. Kris twitches a couple of times, her almond eyes stare to the top of her sockets and she lies still except for more crap oozing loose in her pantyhose and spandex shorts. He takes his hand off her mouth and wipes her blood off on her left cheek.
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Dalila sits down at Jess' desk and takes out a pen and a pad of paper. Leaving her a note to meet at Victoria's office, she sets it on the desk and decides to go find Kristin. Upon entering the bathroom, she sees Kris sitting against the wall in a pile of blood, guts, piss and shit, and looking directly across to the open stall door, she sees Jessica slumped on the toilet with a hole in her forehead, between her breasts and just above her pussy. Completely shocked at what she sees, she is unable to scream. She leaves the bathroom and start half walking, half running back to where Cynthia was. She gets half way down the hall before :::TEWP::: a bullet shreds through the back of her right knee and blows the knee cap completely off. She falls to the floor clutching her ruined, double nylon-clad leg just above the void that was her knee.
The man approaches slowly and methodicly. Dalila eyes well up as she looks up at him from her mutilated leg. He points his pistol directly at her trim tummy under the knotted dress shirt. :::TEWP TEWP TEWP::: Three hideous crimson holes open up around her navel. She grunts as she doubles over with one arm clutched over her gut and the other still gripping her leg. He gives her a solid kick to her breasts and she falls back, her stomach tightening and blood pouring from the wounds. :::TEWP TEWP::: Two more bullets bore into her sternum, causing her large breasts to bounce in their lacey white cups. Blood spews from her open mouth as the back of her head slams against the tiled hallway floor. Her eyes stare up at the floresent light above her.
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Cynthia knocks on Victoria's door, but there is no answer. She knocks again and tries to open it. "Locked? Maybe Dalila and Kristin had better luck with Jessica. I think I'll go check." Cyn walks down the hall and comes around the corner just in time to see Dalila's head smash into the floor and blood splatter from her open mouth. She turns and runs back to Victoria's office, her pantyhosed feet slapping on the tiled floor. She looks back :::TEWP::: a bullet slams into the small of her back and she falls forward. Cynthia can't feel her legs as her feet twitch and spasm. She begins to pull herself down the hall with her arms. :::TEWP TEWP::: A bullet shreds both her elbows and her arms give out from under. She falls forward, her chin cracking against the floor. She feels a heavy boot step between her shoulder blades and push down on her. Her breasts flatten against the hard floor and begin to her hurt. Next, a gloved hand grabs a fist of hair and pulls her head up. Cyn's eyes widen as a blood soaked bowie knife is held in front of her face. It disappears under her bleeding chin and she attempts to scream, but fails to get anything out before the sharp edge cuts deep through her neck. Blood spreys across the floor before he releases her hair and her head slams back onto the floor. :::CLANK::: An empty magazine hits the floor next to Cynthia's twitching body. :::click::: A new one replaces it in the pistol.
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Vanessa could not believe this! Here she is 69ing her new boss ontop of an expensive mahogany desk with a glass top. On top of this, she was going to be getting paid to do this every day! She let out a moan as the redhead's tongue lapped deeply at her very wet pussy through her white seamless pantyhose. She returned the favor by squeezing Victoria's nylon-clad clit between her teeth. A not so subtle spasm in the thighs showed it was working.
Victoria was begining to get very satisfied with her decission to hire this girl. She knew how to eat pussy through pantyhose and she tasted pretty good through them too! She heard the two knocks a few minutes ago, but what ever it was could wait. She was too close to orgasm to care right now.
:::THUD SLAM::: Suddenly the door flies open. :::TEWP TEWP::: Vanessa's body bucks twice ontop of Victoria as two rounds slam into the back of her head. First Vic feels warm flesh, skull and brain matter splatter her mound followed by two hot bullets slamming directly into her nyloned labia, which is then followed by a golden shower squirting in a steady stream from Vanessa's pantyhosed pussy all over her face and into her mouth. Vanessa's body literally becomes dead weight ontop of the redhead.
The man walks over, grabs Vanessa by the hair and lifts her head. Her mouth is completely blow to pieces as more brain matter oozes from it. He looks at the gore on and that was Victoria's pussy. Blood flows freely from her ruined lips and pools on the glass under her nylon-clad ass. He drops Vanessa's head back into Ms. V's mutilated crotch and walks around the desk to where her head is.
"Why are you doing this?" Victoria cries as she struggles under Vanessa's small, but heavy corpse.
"Because I can and I enjoy it. You all looked so sexy and so fun in this picture that I got from that bitch's purse last week. I am glad I remembered to also grab a business card! It made finding the place so easy. I don't, however, see this bitch :::TEWP TEWP::: (two rounds into Vanessa's pantyhose-clad pussy) in the picture! See?" He holds a picture in front of Victoria's face. It was taken at the last office Christmas party. Cherrill, Victoria, and Jessika stood in the back row looking very professional, while Cynthia, Kristin, and Dalila were kneeling on one knee in the front row and their other legs were stretched in front of them showing a lot of pantyhose-clad leg. "Oh well. I guess she was a bonus bunny for the hunt!" :::TEWP::: A single round bores into Victoria's forehead and she give a death twitch before becoming completely still. It's been fun, but I gotta go find some more office whores to hunt. Bye!"