Back to the Grind

Feeling extremely satisfied about how my weekend went, I was ready for another workweek.

Going back I had three possible focuspoints for this week. One was targeting my writing colleagues, and making the writer's room a LOT more fun. But I couldn't call that a priority right now. The other possibility was zone in on Gretchen, and make her my complete ****. Maybe reach a hundred. That would be extremely useful and fun, but there still was something more important. Maria. If I wanted to feel any kind job security, she needed to be under my thumb. And I thought I knew where to start.

It's just too bad she made the first move.

First, I needed to check in on Gretchen, to see how she was doing after that tumultuous week. I just couldn't find her anywhere. Eventually, I had to ask Lana."Gretchen? I think Maria came in and immediately called her to her office. Tbh, she sounded kinda mad"

Oh shit. Oh God.

I made a mistake. I really stupid mistake.

Maria wanted me fired. What was she going to think when her forever grumpy editor thought one of my mediocre articles was "perfect"? Of course she would realize something was wrong. Either with me or Gretchen. Or both of us. No no, she had set me up to fail, and hadn't succeeded. When a dominant person like she doesn't get her way... Goddammit! Why didn't I see this coming? I was growing too arrogant.

I barely had any time to consider my options, before Maria's door opened. Gretchen came out, looking like she was holding in tears.

Our eyes crossed, the first time since I had last seen her, with my cum on her face. She immediately turned her eyes towards the floor, and kept walking back to her office. Before I had a chance to say anything to her, Gloria was in my face now. This time wearing actual work attire.

"Miss Diamanti would like to see you now."

Oh shit. Oh God.

I sat across Maria. She was wearing a sexy leather jacket this time and her top was almost spilling out. Okay, wrong thing to focus on. Definitely since she was just staring at me in silence, and probably saw where my eyes started drifting.

"Jack. You must know why I called you here. Gretchen already told me everything. I'm going to give you a chance to hear your side of it."

Wh-What?

Was it all over? Was all my work for nothing? Were there cops outside right now waiting to arrest me?

Wait... No way. No way would she act this calm, if she actually knew what happened between me and Gretchen. I would definitely be escorted out of here in a heartbeat. Could she... She had to be bluffing. Gretchen didn't tell her anything. It's just that her instincts were 100 percent correct, and something extremly fishy had happened between us. She tried to make me be the one spill out the truth. But wait, what if I was wrong? What if Gretchen had told her everyting? I had to think fast. There was no reason to come clean. There was no scenario where that would help me now. There was only one choice. Even if she knew everything, I had to act stupid. It's not like I had anything to lose by doing that.

"I... Maria, I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about."

She kept on drilling her eyes into me. She wanted to see one flinch, to break me down. I wasn't going to give her that.

"As I said, no reason to hide it anymore Jack. This is your last chance to give me your statement. Otherwise I have **** but to believe Gretchen's words."

Statement? Did she think she was a cop and this was a police station?

"I... still have no idea what this is about. Statement about what?"

She drilled for five more seconds. I gave her nothing. Finally she stood up, menacingly.

"Jack, your article about the gloves. It's not up to the standard of the magazine. There's no way I'm ever going to publish that." The bitch. I actually worked really hard on that. "There's also no reason that my top editor would ever give top marks for something like... that. Something happened between you two."

"I... thought Gretchen liked it? What did she say?"

"I have two choices here, Jack. Either I question her professional judgment or... there's something more sinister here."

"Wh-What are you suggesting?"

Again, she just stared at me in silence. Oh God, I think it was starting to work. How long until I actually broke?

"It doesn't matter for now. Look, Jack, a week ago when you came to this office, I told you that your work wasn't up to par anymore. That hasn't changed. But I did give you a chance, and you somehow cleared it. But I'm not satisfied. You haven't proven to me that you deserve to keep this job. So we will do this again. Write me just one more article. This time I will be the judge. You have until friday."

...Okay. Here we go again. Another painful week, this time even harder. How do I get points out a -100 personality?

"I will be spending this week in London on some very important business meetings, so just put in my email box by friday evening."

I probably should start with Gloria, and get her... Wait what?

"You're... going? Again?"

"You have a problem with that?"

"...No! Of course not, ma'am!"

"Good. Now leave my office, please."

Umm... Wait... What was the strategy now?

As I left Maria's office, once again stunned, I at least knew where I should start. I marched straight to Gretchen's office.

She was shocked as I opened the door and stood up. I quickly closed the door behind me.

"I... I didn't tell her anything! I promise!" Gretchen squealed.

"I know that, slut."

Once again, I saw her face flush after that word. But no points this time. Guess it was starting to get fairly tame for someone with such a high score. But glad to see the lust effects still worked.

I walked right up to her face. She was clearly scared, none of that foolish pride to be seen anyplace. It really started to feel like the balance between had shifted for good. Except...

"You didn't tell her anything. I know that. But you didn't do something else either."

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"When I sent you that article... You knew it wasn't good enough. You knew that Maria would smell something rotten. Yet you didn't warn me. You didn't tell me to fix it before you sent it. No. Because you wanted to get caught, didn't you, cunt?"

And after those words I immediately grabbed her crotch. She was too shocked to say anything. I put my fingers in her pants and started playing with her clit.

"Yeah. You're already getting wet. You masochistic whore." (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+37SP)

"I... please, stop, Jack... I'm sorry, okay?"

"How sorry are you? You did it on purpose, didn't you bitch?"

I intensified the rubbing. She was starting to moan hard.

"I... yes... I did... that..."

And after that, I withdrew my fingers from her. She actually looked disappointed, until I stuck my fingers next to her mouth.

"Lick it clean, slut."

She didn't look too happy about that command, but then just gave into it. (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+39SP) She licked my finger tenderly, tasting her own sweet submission juice on her tongue. Once my fingers were sufficiently clean, I forcefully grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall.

"If you ever do something like this again, you filthy cuntjuice licking whore... I will finish you." (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+40SP)

I squeezed her throat a little tighter. Obviously, I had to test her new trait. And after only a few seconds... Her eyes started rolling back, and I saw wet patch forming in her pants. She started gyrating like she had the orgasm of a lifetime. At least this time the bitch understood not to scream.

I let go of her, and she fell to the floor all limp. When she regained her senses, the look on her face was priceless. She clearly didn't know that her body worked like that, and turned as red as an apple.

"I always knew you were a masochistic little bitch, weren't you?"

She couldn't look me in the eyes, this was probably the most embarrasing moment of her life so far.

Well, as fun as that was, it didn't erase my new problems. My time in the magazine was limited again. I sat down on Gretchen's chair and started to consider my options. I had to get Maria. Right? How do I get Maria when she's on the other side of the Atlantic? Do I somehow **** myself on her trip? No, scratch that. No way in Hell would she take me for any reason. And I couldn't just run into her by accident in there. The biggest problem here was the -100. If she was at least a little pliable... No, the first move I made on her had to be perfect. One that she couldn't possibly wriggle out of. If I gave her the slimmest of chance, she would use it.

Okay, Gloria then. Here's an idea. I completely corrupt her to the point that I can fake "kidnap" her, and she plays along. I send the **** pictures to Maria, and **** her to let me keep the job or something bad happens to Gloria.

No. It wasn't foolproof. I wouldn't know how Maria would act. After all, she was a completely dominating personality. And how much she really cared about Gloria? Perhaps she thinks it would be worth the risk to just send cops after me? And here's the problem. This was my strongest plan to get Maria to obey me just a little. And it wasn't foolproof. Especially if I had to do it virtually. God dammit.

"Oh God, am I actually going to have to write a good article?" I said out loud.

Grethen had been watching me in silence, but that finally made her open her mouth. "Jack, I... You can write. Sometimes."

"Oh yeah? Like when?"

"Well... Last monday? After I told you to make some fixes? ...It wasn't perfect, but it was way better quality than the usual."

Last monday. Right. When I had Lana remake the article. And she did it half-assedly. And it was still better than my full effort.

Wait... Lana?

I think I just got myself a new target.