By GW

Office competition leads to bedroom strife.

WARNING: This story contains graphic nudity, violence and n/c sexual scenes. It is intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults over twenty-one years of age.

Laurie loved her husband, Steve, and she knew he loved her, but constant competition at the corporation where they both worked as sales executives, was causing a real strain on their relationship.  They were about equally successful in meeting, or exceeding sales quotas, but their methods were diametrically opposed.  Laurie made sales by careful preparation and hard work, whereas Steve often seemed to rely on his charm and good looks.  Laurie had to admit, though, that Steve knew the product line, in and out, and always recognized the customer's needs.  Still, it was exasperating, that he seemed  to achieve just as much, or sometimes more, with less work. Then, she'd sigh, smile sweetly, and just accept it as a fact of life.

Now, the position of District Sales Manager had opened up, and both Laurie and Steve were being considered for the job. Today, was the day Henry Thurston, the Regional Vice-president for Sales would announce the appointment.

As they left for work that morning, Laurie said.  "Well, good luck!"

Steve replied, "You too!"  but neither of them sounded too sincere.  Steve couldn't get it out of his mind, what it would be like to have his wife as his boss.  He'd never admit it to anyone, but the idea scared him.  He'd been a tremendously competitive college athlete, and very proud of his manly accomplishments.  Losing to a woman, even Laurie would be devastating to his manly pride.   At the same time, he felt a deep sense of guilt over that attitude.  He knew in his heart Laurie deserved the promotion, at least, as much as he did.

That afternoon, Mr. Thurston called Laurie into his office. Her heart leaped in hope, but as soon as she saw his face, she knew the news wasn't good for her.

"Laurie, you're a terrific exec, and we value your contributions to the company, but when it came right down to the wire, we decided we need someone more forceful and dominant for the position. These salespeople are kind of a rough lot, and aren't easy to control. We need a tough honcho, to ride herd on them!"

At this point, Laurie blurted out. "You mean, you want a 'man' for the job!'

Mr. Thurston looked troubled.  He certainly didn't need, or want any lawsuits resulting from the promotion.  "Now, Laurie I didn't say that at all. You know the corporation is an equal opportunity concern.  We promote the best qualified people, no matter what their race, gender or sexual orientation. It's just that you come across as too sweet and demure!  You're a little too self-effacing for this job; that's all.  On the other hand Steve was a College boxing champ. People just automatically take orders from him!  He commands respect!"

Laurie swallowed her fury, and and nodded, "Yes sir, I see!" although she was near tears.

"Damn it, maybe Thurston's right!"  Laurie thought bitterly, as she left the office. "I just backed down, and didn't fight for that job, when he told me.  Steve wouldn't have taken 'no' for an answer!  Darn it, though, I was a swimming champion in college, and I'm in terrific shape, and I'm good at Karate, how come I don't 'command respect'?"

When Mr.Thurston called Steve into his office and told him the news, Steve felt a thrill of victory, and a guilty sense of relief. Then he immediately felt a pang of real guilt.  He knew how much Laurie wanted the job, too. Still, he consoled himself. "I guess the best 'man' won!"

When Steve left Mr. Thurston office, he found Laurie had left early. It was Friday afternoon, and she had less incentive to try harder, now that she'd lost the promotion.

When Steve got home that night, Laurie did her best to offer her sincere congratulations to her jubilant husband. Still feeling guilty at having beaten her out for the job, he accepted her words a little sheepishly.

Then, still sheepishly, Steve told Laurie.  "Honey, I hope you don't mind, but I  accepted an dinner invitation for us, from the Thurston's, for tomorrow night.  Henry is taking us to a fancy restaurant; it's sort of a celebration!"

"Oh sure." Laurie answered, apathetically. "Whatever."

That night, Steve tried to make love to his beautiful wife, but she pleaded a headache, and turned over, away from him.  Steve, accepted her refusal, with good grace, still feeling somewhat guilty, and was soon snoring.  Laurie silently cried herself to sleep.

The next day, Laurie tried to be cheerful, even though she dreaded dinner with the Thurston's. Henry was a bore in social situations, and his wife was an uptight snob.  Under the best of circumstances, an evening with them was dreadful, and tonight, Laurie knew it was going to be horrible.

The Thurston's were stopping to pick them up at six, and at four thirty that afternoon, Steve and Laurie began to dress for the occasion. They had both showered, and Steve had just pulled on a pair of briefs, while Laurie had on only her pink panties and stylish pink boots. She still hadn't decided whether she'd wear them or her white boots, with her new, off-white cocktail dress.  Steve couldn't help noticing, how sexy she looked, especially after abstinence the night before.

Steve put his arms around his beautiful wife and murmured.  "Gee Honey, you're taking this terrifically! You're a real trooper!  You're so sweet!  Maybe we have time for a quickie, before the Thurston's get here. You think?"

For a moment, Laurie melted in her husband's arms, but then, suddenly, something snapped, inside her head.  "Trooper, huh? I'll show you 'trooper'!"  Without even thinking about what she was doing, Laurie rammed her slim, strong thigh up into her unsuspecting husband's crotch. "Surprise!" She screamed.

In a state of shock, and extreme physical agony, Steve staggered back a step.  The look of horrified pain on her husband's face aroused no sympathy in Laurie's bosom.  Instead, she patted his cheek contemptuously, and then pulled his head down, so she could ram her knee into his face.

One part of Laurie's mind was aghast at what she'd done.  It was as though some other woman had taken possession of her body, but once started, she couldn't stop herself.  Steve was doubled over in front of her, groaning at the terrible pain his lovely wife had inflicted, so unexpectedly, when she ruthlessly drove her toe upward right into his balls, again.

While Steve tried to deal with the dreadful pain in his crotch, Laurie grabbed his arm and twisted.  The three kicks had drained most of Steve's strength, at least temporarily, and it was easy for Laurie to shove his arm behind him, in an unbreakable hammer lock.  Then, she forced her moaning husband down on his knees.

Laurie tormented Steve with the hammer lock, until he sagged backward against her pillowy bosom, for relief.  Laurie leaned forward, and kissed his neck.  Was her tenderness real, or mockery?  Laurie couldn't have told you, herself.

After the kiss, Laurie wrapped her slim, strong arms around Steve's neck, and her strong supple thighs around his waist, and squeezed with python power.  Excessive pain had robbed Steve of any ability to resist.

Unable to break loose, Steve finally sagged forward, and went face down on the floor.

Laurie grabbed Steve's arms and pulled them behind him, then placed her boot in the small of his back, so she could stretch him painfully backward. She realized with a guilty thrill that her only motive was to hear her husband's desperate moans of pain.

Almost in disgust, Laurie released her husband body, and watched him fall flat with a little splat.  By now, she'd lost all inhibitions against battering and hurting Steve.  Contrary to everything she'd always believed about herself, she was enjoying it tremendously, and didn't want to stop.  She taunted him to get up.

Steve resentfully heard his wife's cutting, derisive words, but hard as he tried, he couldn't respond.  He was just too badly hurt.  When Steve didn't respond to Laurie's gibes, she planted her sturdy legs on either side of his head, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

With an amazing display of feminine power, Laurie hefted her huge, muscular husband into the air, upside down.  His helplessness terrified Steve, and he was even more terrified, when Laurie smashed him down against the floor, in a pile driver. Could this merciless bitch goddess really be his sweet, demure wife?

Once she'd slammed her husband down, with all her might, Laurie raised her hand, high over her head, in triumph. Steve looked up at the devilishly grinning blond in stunned, hurt disbelief.

As Steve looked up in shock, hardly able to move, Laurie viciously kicked him over on his back.

As she menacingly stood over him, Steve's frightened eyes pleaded with his merciless wife to stop.