The Promotion

A man competes with a woman who's much stronger then he thought for a promotion.
Update: 29/05/1998 to misc4


	Donna summoned me to her office with one word over the intercom; "come." 
It was still a good half hour before quitting time and I had hoped that she would 
wait until the place had emptied out before she called me, but no such luck.
I knew better then to keep her waiting.  If I did, she would come and collect me, 
and I didn't want to be humiliated in front of my secretary or any other co-workers
who might be near by.  As I stood up and straitened my tie I wondered just how
far she would be willing to go in front of the other employees that worked for
the company.

	My knees felt weak and my heart was pounding inside my chest like a
jackhammer as I stood in Donna's outer office and asked her secretary to
announce me.  She just gave me a cold smile and waved me on.  As I passed
by her I heard her say, "She's expecting you Wesly."  I momentarily lost
my step at that remark.  "How much did she know," I thought desperately.  
No secretary had ever dared call me by my first name before.  With an
effort I put that thought aside, I had much bigger problems facing me on
the other side of the door.

	Donna was sitting at her desk, leaning back with her feet on the desk top.
why hadn't I ever noticed those long muscular, killer legs before?  She was on
the phone and didn't even look up as I entered.  As she talked her eyes jumped
from the computer monitor on her desk and a report that sat in front of her.  I 
cleard my throat and she looked up at me briefly, her look of annoyance chilling 
me to the bone.  Then back she went to her conversation.  I stood there meekly, 
not daring to interrupt.  Finally she ended the conversation and hung up the 
phone.  She swung her legs back under her desk and sat up straight.  She 
regarded me for a long time, her dark eye's slowly moving up and down my 
body.  I could feel the sweat trickling down my back as I forced myself to not 
clear my thought.

	"I've decided it's to be tonight," she said coldly.  I closed my eyes for
a second hoping that when I opened them again I wouldn't see that inflexible
will manifested in Donna's eyes.  "Be here at at eight o'clock sharp," she ordered
then waited to see if I made any protest.  After a momentary pause she went on, 
"I want you in here right after everyone else has gone home.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes," I said, feeling lightheaded.

	She gave me a cold smile then leaned back in her chair once more, picking
up the phone she hit the speed dial and started talking almost immediately.  I was 
dismissed.  I knew I should just go but I found I couldn't get my legs to move.  I felt 
I had to say something, I had to do something, anything to alter the situation I found 
myself in.  When I didn't leave immediately she covered the receiver with her 
hand for a second and said, "That will be all Wes," without looking up.

	I went unsteadily back to my office.  It was impossible to do any more work,
so I just sat there at my desk, thinking about and dreading the approaching 
appointment.  It was almost a relief when everyone left for the day.  I poured 
myself a drink, smoked one cigarette after another and waited for eight o'clock, 
wondering how I got myself into this mess.

	Donna and I were exactly the same age, twenty-eight.  We had started 
working together at the same company four years ago, within weeks of each 
other, and we had each made our way up the hierarchy in tandem.  It had been 
a fairly friendly competition and until recently, an even one.  The company 
was big enough for the two of us to move up, and we occupied more or less 
equivalent, middle-management positions but never really interacted all that 
much.  Up until this point, we had always gotten along moderately well.

	But that changed completely when we were both being considered for 
a promotion to the same job.  This time only one of us could win and the  
competition between us was fierce.  In fact, it was more then fierce, at times
it became downright brutal.

	It seemed we spent all our time tying to one up each other.  We would fight
in meetings, each of us trying to score points off the other.  Each of us would do
anything to undercut the in our superiors eyes, even cutting each other down in 
from of associates.

	One evening while working late, I went to her office to get a financial report 
that I needed.  I didn't want to get into an argument.  But that's what happened.  
And it got very ugly, very fast.  She said some things, I said some things, and then 
she called me a sexist pig.

	I had never thought of myself that way, but now that she made the 
accusation, I guess I realized that I did feel some resentment about having to 
compete with a woman for a promotion, and I said so.  That made her even
angrier.

	"Climbing the corporate ladder in high heels is hard enough without
having to deal with this kind of shit," she said.  "I can do anything you can do.
At least as well and probably better.  But as many times as I've proven it,
I have to keep on proving it again and again."

	The argument worsened.  She got out or her chair and came around her 
desk to confront me.  I was furious and called her a bitch.  She demanded that 
I apologize.  I just laughed in her face and refused.  I realized I'd gone to far
when I saw her face turned a deep shade of red and her mouth contorted into
a vicious snarl.  She moved so quickly, I'm still not exactly sure how she did it.  All 
I know is that I suddenly found myself bent over her desk, on my stomach, with 
my feet all the way off the ground.  She had my arm twisted behind my back.  Her 
other hand was pressing on the back of my head, forcing my face down into the 
hard desktop.

	It was useless to try to escape.  When I moved she simply tightened the
pressure on my arm.  Dying of embarrassment, I demanded that she release me.
She said she wouldn't until I apologized for calling her a bitch.  I had to say I was
sorry, and then she let me up.

	She was still standing right in front of me, blocking my way out of her office,
forcing me back against her desk.  She grinned as she enjoyed my distraught 
expression.  "The next time I have to put you over that desk," she said, "I'll take 
your pants down and spank you like the weak little boy you are.  Is that clear?"

	I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye, but I found I couldn't let myself 
just give in to her.  "Damn you," I muttered as I rubbed my sore wrist, and the next 
thing I knew I was lying on my back on the floor.  In one smooth motion she got 
on top of me, took hold of my wrists and pinned my arms down, while simultaneously
forcing my legs apart with her own.  My feet were in the air, so I could get no 
leverage to throw her off.  Even as I struggled I was amazed at how much heavier
she was then I ever would have believed.  "What's she made of anyway?" I thought
as I tried in vain to unseat her.  Her full breasts pressed into my chest and her 
skirt rode up almost to her waist as she grinned down at me, savoring my pained 
expression.  I kept squirming, trying desperately to free myself, but my position was 
hopeless.  The most humiliating part of it all was that I knew she could feel my 
enormous erection pressing against her feminine mound.

	"It excites you to be pinned down like this, doesn't it?" she said, taunting me.

	I tried to struggle, but all I could do was writhe helplessly underneath her.

	"Doesn't it?" she repeated squeezing my wrests painfully.

	I tried to keep my mouth shut but it became impossible because of the
inhuman pain she was inflecting on trapped body.

	Finally, she made me admit it.

	"All Right.  It excites me damnit.  Now will you let me up?" I hissed through
clenched teeth.

	Her smile grow broader as she watched my pained expression.  "Too bad 
we can't settle this promotion with a wrestling match, huh?" she said.  "We could 
get all the employees together and they could watch me put you in your place.  Have 
you ever been overpowered by a woman before?  Ever been spanked by Mommy 
perhaps?  Come on, tell me how it feels!"  I couldn't stand any more of her taunting, 
and I began to struggle again, desperate to escape.  That was a terrible mistake.   
She pressed herself even harder against me.  I could almost feel her cunt lips 
wrapping themselves around the shaft of my prick.  It felt like her pussy was 
dominating my cock just the way she was dominating my body.  "No," I gasped, 
when I realized what was about to happen.  But it was too late.  Suddenly 
I creamed in my pants.

	Donna burst out laughing and let me up.  She looked down at the stain on the 
front of my trousers and grinned.  I pulled myself to my feet wanting only to get out 
of there, but she continued to block my exit.  She stood in front of the doorway, 
blocking it with her arm like some kind of high school bully and then told me that 
she would call for me soon, and if I knew what was good for me I'd better come 
running.  Then with deliberate casualness she moved aside... and suddenly 
swatted my butt with the flat of her hand as I passed her, eliciting a yelp of pain 
from me.  

	Now, she had called. 

	I looked at my watch and saw that it was about five to eight.  I got up and 
headed to her office, determined to refuse to submit to whatever she had in 
mind for me.  Okay, she was amazingly strong for a woman, but this time I was 
ready for her.  I would not be taken by surprise, and I would never let myself 
be subdued by her again.

	That resolution lasted all of two minutes, which was about how long it took
her to get me naked and bring me to my knees.  This time I didn't even fight back.
When she walked in, and she stood nearly fully unclothed in front of me, just the
sight of her in full near-naked splendor sapped any will I might have had to resist.  
Her dress was thrown over a chair and all she was wearing was a set of panties 
that were little more than a G-string and a pair of red high heels that were the most 
wicked I had ever seen.  But it was her body that took my breath away.  She had 
the most eye-popping physique I had ever seen.  Long muscular legs stretched up 
to a waist that looked like it was steel plated with muscle.  Her buffed up pectorals 
made her breasts stand out high, literally defying gravity.  Her shoulders were so big 
that I suddenly realized that she didn't even have to wear pads in her suit jacket's.  
Something I had never even suspected.  Her arms were thickly muscled as well, 
easily the match of any competing bodybuilder I'd say.  How had she been able 
to hide a body like that all this time.  As if reading my thoughts she smiled and 
said, "surprised?  It's the reason I've always worn long sleeved blouses and sensible 
skirts to the office.  It's tough enough being taken seriously as an executive when 
you're a woman, without having to live with the label of being a muscle freak."

	When she ordered me out of my clothes, I stripped without hesitation, and
when she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor, I sank to my knees without
even giving a thought to challenging her.  She was so dominant, so powerful and 
so beautiful that I knew that if I tried to fight her, to resist her in anyway, she would 
handle me with ease, overwhelming me in seconds.  Instead I surrendered without 
a struggle, without even a murmur of protest.

	At her command, I kissed her feet.  I begged for her forgiveness for having
insulted her at our meeting the previous day.  I crawled and groveled. I pleaded 
for permission to remove her stockings with my teeth.  I thanked her when she 
let me off her.  She let me work my tongue under her G-string to taste her pussy, 
and when she took off her panties and sat on her office couch, opening her 
now-naked legs wide, I rubbed my face in her cunt until I was drenched in her
juices.

	She would not let me make her come.  I ate her pussy until my lips felt like
they had been rubbed raw, but even time my mouth brought her to the brink of 
orgasm, she pushed me away, putting the sole of her foot against my face and
shoving it me onto my back.  Then I had to beg her to allow me to eat her out
again.

	She made me lie face up in her lap and suck on her firm breasts.  She warned
me again not to come, saying that if I did she would spread it all over my nipples
and make me suck it off of her.  Demonstrating her superior strength once more,
she suddenly grabbed me and lifted me up off the floor, maneuvering me onto her
lap like I was a stuffed doll.  She then proceeded to spank me, and after turning 
my posterior crimson red, she made me kneel again and lick her clit to thank her 
for the punishment I so richly deserved.

	Finally, I could stand it no longer.  I begged and pleaded with her to let me 
bring her to orgasm with my mouth, to let my tongue pay tribute to the woman that 
had conquered me.  She considered for what seemed like an eternity, sipping wine 
from a glass that she had near by as I continued kneeling at her feet, as I drank 
in the sight of her powerful body.  Finally, she relented and spread her legs wide, 
signifying her permission to me.  Before she she could change her mind I practically
leapt upon, plastering my moth to her pussy.  Indeed, this time she didn't stop me,
and I ate her avidly, swallowing her juices and penetrating her with my tongue.  
I wanted more but I had done my job too well.  She began to spasm, filling my 
mouth with her sex, encircling me head her long, muscular legs, ravishing my lips 
and tongue.

	When she was done, she touched my shoulder with her pump covered foot
again, and I rolled gratefully onto my back.  I looked up at her heaving breasts,
her sweat covered muscles and her wet pussy and did what I had not given 
permission to do:  I came.  Without even being touched.  My cock spurted
and spurted, covering me chest and stomach with my own sticky emission.

	She didn't make me eat it, but she scolded me severely for having disobeyed
her.  She said I would have to return the next day to atone for my transgression.
I swore that I would do anything she said, and the next time she calls me, I will
crawl to her on my hands and knees and grovel at her feet before she even asks 
me to.  I belong to her now and it is my privilege to serve her.


	THE END