Business Management 101

Just after Katie, Ronnie and the others slipped into the rental office, the doors to the penthouse elevator slid open. Out strode Tanya Van Dalen and Diana Sykes past the locked rental office, heading for lobby. It was pretty clear from the way they walked, stopped, turned to face each other, talk some more, and then continue on, that something was amiss. As Tanya walked, she kept her eyes straight ahead. Unruffled and unmoved, but seemingly annoyed with Diana and the conversation. However, Diana seemed to be extremely agitated about something. She was gesturing a bit wildly, totally out of character for her. Something was up. A small group started to hover nearby, hoping to find out what the dust up was all about.

Diana realized that people were beginning to gather around them. She quickly regained her self control and composure and went over to a charm offensive. She began to steer Tanya towards the staircase and escalators.

“Look” she said. “We got off on the wrong foot upstairs. Let’s just calm down a bit, shall we?”

“I am calm, Ms. Sykes.”

“O course. Here, let me buy you a cup of coffee at our new coffee shop.”

“No thank, you.”

“Are you sure, Tanya? May I call you Tanya?”

“No you may not. It’s ‘Ms. Van Dalen’, and this is not a social call Ms. Sykes. We are conducting some very important business here.”

“Fine. Ms. Van Dalen, we need your corporation’s support to close this deal or we will not be able to finance our sche...er...project.”

Diana’s voice was becoming tinged with a bit of anger and frustration with this young pup of a woman.

“Who does she think she’s dealing with here?” she thought to herself. Though still maintaining a respectful distance, the crowd of people was beginning to grow, the staircase was starting to fill up like a grandstand.

Pulling out all of the stops now, Diana reached into her bag of tricks.

“I understand that you’re engaged. How nice!! What’s his or her name?”

A few giggles rippled through the crowd at the insinuation that Ms. Van Dalen’s sexual preferences were open to interpretation.

“What??!! What are you trying to say? His name is Devon. I don’t just marry anyone, Devon is an important player in the corporation. And in any event, it’s none of your business.” Tanya shot back with a bit of indignation.

Not understanding that she had offended Tanya, Diana pushed on anyways.

“One must try to be open minded these days.”

Now in a hushed voice Diana whispered:

“Of course you and your wedding guests will be able to use the country club facilities, gratis.”

Piqued at what Diana had just loudly implied about her sexual tastes and the transparent offer of a bribe, Tanya returned the favor and announced clearly for all to hear:

“Ms. Sykes, besides the obvious bribe you just offered me and your bookkeeping that is either pure sloppiness or incompetence or both, I believe that my corporation should not do business with your family. I shall report all of this to the board of directors as soon as I return to the office today.”

Diana’s jaw dropped, for the first time, words failed. Her brain and mouth would not connect. She felt the bile and acrimony gushing up within. The crowd was beginning to mock her. Finally able to pour out their contempt:

“Ha, Ha. You tried to screw us and now YOU’RE getting screwed! Serves ya right.”

“Oh, oh. Some ones gonna be in trouble with MOMMY!”

“Bet your gonna get a good lick’n across her knee too! How much can that fat ass of yours take??!!”

“Hey, can I watch?”

“I knew you were just a common thief!”

Diana now responded in the only way she could think of.

Facing Tanya, she blurted out: “Yeah, well you won’t be going back to corporate dressed like this.”

And before she could react, Diana grabbed the lapels of Tanya’s business jacket and pulled them back and down a bit off her shoulders.

“What the…”

She then immediately seized the collars of her blouse.

“What are you doing…? My blouse!

RIIIP!! EEEKK!! AAHHH!”

Tearing it open across her brassiere, over her shoulders and down to the open jacket around her waist, laying bare Tanya’s back, shoulders and slinky powder blue bra.

Diana shoved the helpless young woman backwards onto the ‘up’ escalator steps. Tanya was agile enough to turn and grab the handrail and prevent herself from falling down completely. At the same time, suddenly realizing what she had just done, Diana reached out to help by laying hold of Tanya’s jacket and ended up merely tearing it off, leaving her hanging onto the handrail in a ripped blouse, giving the gawkers a clear view of her sexy lingerie.

Tanya tried to stand back up but the rising steps had caught a pants cuff and was starting to tug her back down and shred the cloth as it devoured her clothing.

RIIIPP!

The throng of onlookers broke into laughter as this cold blooded executive was being humiliated in front of everyone, watching her clothes being stripped off. Right down to her underwear.

“NNOOO! AAHHH! My pants are tearing off!” the alarm in her voice now quite noticeable.

She tried to counter balance the pull on her pant leg by leaning forward over the handrail. Too far forward as it turned out. Right into the partition of jagged imitation sprigs, plants and cherub statuary. They snagged and hooked her blouse as she passed along them.

RIIIIP! SSHRIIIIP. RIIIIIP!.

Holding onto the hand rail for dear life, Tanya could only watch as bits and pieces of her white blouse where being plucked and peeled away, adorning the fake fauna. White buttons scattered among them.

One of the stalwart cherubs, posed to shield his eyes from the sun, as if looking for a victim, caught the front of Tanya’s flimsy bra as it brushed past on the tip of his outstretched bow. If one could have superimposed a ‘cartoon word bubble’ above Tanya’s head, it would have read: “SPROIIIING!!!” as her mouthwatering 36ers burst out of the ripped bra, which now hung like a trophy from the vaunted marksman’s bow.

“YAAAAAHHH!!! she shrieked. “MY boobs, my boobs!!”

Laughter rolled through the gathered crowd, fingers pointing.

“Hey, mazel tov on the big matza balls!!” HA! HA! HA!

She tried her best to both hang on to the handrail and close what was left of the tattered remains of her blouse over those jiggling pompoms. Her pants were now firmly wedged in the gap between the steps and the balustrade and were beginning to pull and slide over and down her hips as she continued to ascend. The fastening button at the top popped off. The front zipper failed and started to open up.

“Oh God, No. NO, NO, NO, NO!! Not the pants!” The dread in her voice was unmistakable.

Tanya let go of the handrail in order to try and save her pants from being completely torn off, and leaving her bare breasted, clad only in filmy, lace panties. A final, sexy sounding ‘RIIPP’ and the snagged remnants of her blouse tore off as she turned away from the railing. She quickly curled her fingers around the waistband of the slacks and heaved upwards with all of her might, tits jerking around, and grunted an unladylike “UUHHHH!”

RIIIP!.

Tanya fell down on her ass, and looked at the tiny piece of black pants material in her hands. The rest remained stuck in the gap next to the balustrade as she continued moving up to the top of the escalator. Unfolding as if in slow motion, Tanya, eyes and mouth wide open, watched her pants first split at the sides, exposing what was left of her lingerie, a wisp of frilly powder blue satin panties, barely covering her Mount of Venus. A slender vein of fabric connecting front to back.

“Whoo hoo! Looks like someone has a hot date tonight!” yelled someone.

Realizing what was about to happen, and as Tanya reached for the receding pants, she felt the mangled zipper sliding down and catch the front of her panties tearing them from her hips, uncovering her pussy, labia clearly visible, sheltered only by a fluffy patch of gossamer like, light brown pubic hair. Not trimmed. All natural. Flawless, silky smooth, creamy white skin. She quickly cupped one hand over her girlie bits and the other arm over her breasts. The throng moved in closer. Some, absentmindedly licking their lips.

She and the others watched as her torn panties, together with the shreds of her pants, steadily slithered down sumptuous thighs, to her knees, calves and then out of reach, taking her high heels with them. Emerging naked from her shredded clothes like Botticelli’s Venus from the sea, she looked on in amazement.

“This can’t be happening.” she muttered.

Her walls of confidence and power crumbled and finally she burst out: “YAAAHHH!! My clothes! What happened to my clothes!! I’m naked! Stop this thing! Help! Stop laughing at me!” Screaming with humiliation and embarrassment. Hands went into pockets to grab cell phones. Some hands just stayed there.

“Is this how you climbed the corporate ladder, Miss Smarty Pants? Whoops. You’re not wearing any pants are ya?” yelled a female voice. Hilarious laughing rose to a crescendo.

“I bet your fiancée will want to return your damaged goods. I accept returns! No questions asked” some clown blurted out.

Diana couldn't help herself and joined in.

“Looks like someone just lost all of their clothes!! Ha, ha, ha! Stripped naked in front of all of these people. How embarrassing! Not the big-shot anymore. You must be mortified!”

She quickly climbed the steps, tight skirt and all to reach a prostrate, humbled and very naked former corporate executive.

“So, Ms. high and mighty Van Dalen, looks like the only job you’ll ever get now is at the ‘HOE DOWN’ stripper club at the edge of town.” she said. Her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m the Alpha bitch around here. Not YOU, and not my MOTHER!

She grabbed the completely nude Tanya by the hair and gave each of her full firm knockers a couple of slaps.

Left: ‘smack’

Right: ‘smack’

Left again: ‘smack’

Right, a second time: ‘smack’.

Letting them jiggle and quiver with the impact until they reddened. Humiliated now, Tanya didn't say a word.

“Get this harlot outta here!” she commanded.

Diana stepped off at the top of the escalator and watched as multiple hands reached down to pick Tanya up. Some groped her ass and breasts, and others tried for her privates. She was somewhat able to fend them off by kicking and putting a hand over her pussy until the crowd hoisted her face up above their heads, arms outstretched, legs at full spread eagle.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded.

“Oh, we we must show you the bridal suite, Ms. Van Dalen.” came the reply.

“Time to deflower the bride, of course!”

(I wasn't exactly sure how I wanted Diana and Tanya to interact with each other so I ended up writing an alternate chapter. It diverges at the point when Diana shoves Tanya onto the escalator and moves a bit more into different mindsets for the two women and what some might call "femdom." Though I prefer this chapter to be part of the "Comeuppance Carnage saga," I will publish the alternate for those who might enjoy it.)