Charlene's comeuppance

Dave walks into Charlene’s office quickly, practically barging in. He smiles at the sight of Charlene sitting back in her chair as the office stud was on his knees between her legs and under her desk. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning while running her fingers through his hair.

An evil flash hits him as he stares at the woman he despises. First he wished that Sean the stud had no clue about what he was doing, going so far to let him think that she loved him biting her clit hard. At the same time he triples the pain receptors in her clit.

Charlene suddenly snaps her eyes open with an ear shattering scream, “OH SHIT! WHAT THE….LET GO!”

Sean starts up banging his head hard on the desk, and falling back down head butting her pussy, knocking himself out.

“You fucking dickhead! Oh shit that hurt.” Charlene whimpers, rubbing her cunny gently, after pushing Sean’s head out of the way.

“Hey Charlene! Uh, did I come in at a bad time?” Dave asks, trying to keep from busting out laughing.

“You, What the fuck are you doing back here? How the hell did you get in HERE? Where the fuck is Marlise?” She jabs a button on her desk, “Marlise get your scrawny ass in here!”

“You really shouldn’t talk to people in the manner in which you do, you know.” Dave says.

“Oh, fuck off.” Charlene answers as her office door opens again, and Marlise walks in. “How the hell did this piece of crap get in here? OW!” Charlene screams as Dave lowers her pain resistance.

Marlise takes in the scene. Charlene's skirt hiked up to her waste, caressing her slit with care. Sean knocked out on the floor. “I would really really appreciate it if you stop yelling at me.”

“What did you, oh god it hurts…What did you say?” Charlene says through her teeth and pain utterances.

Dave ups Marlise’s anger at her boss, forcing her to remember all the times that Charlene embarrassed her, “I said I would fucking appreciate it if you didn’t speak to me in such a manner. It’s verbal ****, and I could sue you for harassment, what with all the things you’ve done.”

Charlene’s eyes bug out, then wince in pain. “How dare you…”

“And Dave here has already informed the Labor Board about your termination of him for that limp dicked moron right there!”

“You wha…oh…oh it hurts…”

Marlise looks at her in confusion, “Umm, what?”

Dave forces her to be honest, “This limp dicked moron as you called him, bit my clit hard. And he said he was great at it. I hired him just for that, and this is how he repays me. It‘ s like he forgot how to do anything. He was going great, and I figured I‘d let him fuck me today for giving him his job, and keeping him around over Dave.” She blinks.

Marlise’s eyes narrow, “You are one big ugly old bitch aren’t you?”

That gave Dave an idea and quickly he wished for Charlene to look like she would in twenty years. Her face wrinkled. Her eyes dulled. Her breasts sagged, her hair turned white and thinned. Marlise gasped at the changes, but that was silenced by Dave’s wish for everyone to remember her as she looked.

“I’m only thirty eight years of age, you young tramp!”

Marlise laughed evilly, “If you are only thirty eight then Mother Teresa died in her twenties!”

“What are you talking…” her voice came to a screeching halt as she looked at the mirror across from her, “What the hell?! How…Who….Oh My Lord! I’m OLD!”