Another phone call

Maryanne arrived at work, dressed like the stranger had told her to and carrying two boxes of donuts, which she immediately began handing out to her surprised co-workers. None of them had expected the “Queen Bitch”, as she was not so lovingly referred to in her absence, to act in such a manner, and they all seemed too flabbergasted to do anything but to speechlessly accept their treat.

With just a few more donuts to hand out, Maryanne was hoping that she would be able to complete this without embarrassing herself further, but then she reached Mark’s desk.

Mark Garcia was one of her unwilling underlings, placed in a cubicle not far from Maryanne’s large office, and he was already busy tapping away on his keyboard when Maryanne appeared.

“Thanks Maryanne,” Mark said as he picked himself a donut, “but what’s the occasion?”

“My anal warts have finally gone away,” Maryanne replied as the stranger had told her to.

However, the stranger had said nothing of how she was to deliver the line, and so Maryanne did so with her voice drenched in irony, adding “Which is what I guess your mother said after she had shat you out.”

Leaving the insulted Mark behind her, Maryanne handed out the last donuts and then dumped the two empty boxes onto the small desk of one of the in-terms, telling the young blonde woman to deal with them, and then stepped into her office.

She had just closed the door and was about to slump down into her chair when the phone rang.
Almost at the point of shivering, Maryanne grabbed the phone and lifted it to her ear.

“Hello?” She said, nervously.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” the stranger spoke at the other end of the line, “speaking to young Mark like that. It’s clear that I’m going to have to be extra harsh towards you, if you’re to learn your lesson.”

“Look, you sick fuck,” Maryanne spat out, “you’ll hang up right now and never call me again, and then maybe I won’t send the cops after you and have you convicted and gang-**** in the showers on Riker’s Island.”

“You’re not going to call the police,” the stranger told Maryanne, who immediately dropped any notions that she’d had about doing just that, “but you are going to compensate Mark for how you spoke to him.”

“Who the hell are you?” Maryanne was too angry to take any instructions right now, “Don’t bother answering that, I already know that you’re working here, and I will track you down.”

This provoked a cruel laugh from the stranger.

“I didn’t mean that I was one of your co-workers as in working with you. Merely that I’m in a similar business.”

“And what business would that be?”

“I’ll tell you, but first hike your skirt up and start fingering your pussy.” The stranger said, and Maryanne instantly complied, pulling her skirt up to reveal her slit.
At first working it wet before slipping a finger inside it, Maryanne could barely believe what she was doing to her cunt, while the stranger remained silent for a few seconds.

“All right,” the stranger said, “have you seen Phone Booth?”

“Y-yes.” Maryanne replied, stuttering with both fear and involuntary lust.

“Well, I’m kind of like Kiefer Sutherland in that flick, only I haven’t got the stomach for killing people, so I’ve found other means of reforming people who don’t know how to behave like real human beings.”

After that, the stranger informed Maryanne on how she was going to make it up to Mark.

“Now be a good little slut,” the stranger rounded off, “and I’ll call you again in a little while.”

Putting the phone down, Maryanne set out to do as the stranger had told her, while her mind protested weakly at what was happening.