Janet goes back to work

Carmen flicked off the TV. She hated watching the news in New York, always some kind of disaster. This time it was a bloodbath at the local hospital. Three nurses and a doctor killed, no suspect found. Jesus.

She shouldn’t be watching tv, not with the fall show coming up, but Ms Van Dyne was two hours late for the design session, the sun was about to set and Carmen hadn’t even had lunch yet. It really wasn’t like her, usually you got barked at for being five minutes late. Carmen was considering WhatsApping her when the door burst open and in walked Janet Van Dyne.

“Oh, Ms Van Dyne, thank god you’re here. We have so much to do,” said Carmen, looking her boss up and down. She was dressed in a black pantsuit, leather gloves and a wide brimmed hat. Not an inch of skin was visible other than her face.

Janet pushed the young girl aside and walked over to the fabric drawers, pulling out armfuls of black leather, red latex and purple lace. What was she doing, all the designs were ready, they just needed her approval.

“Er… Ms Van Dyne? We don’t need to…”

“Quiet girl. Let me work,” snarled Janet.

Carmen knew when to be quiet. She’d had this job for two years, a record for Janet’s designers. She watched her boss work in silence as the sun fell below the skyscrapers outside the window.

An hour later Janet’s head rose from the sewing machine. She was done. Carmen stared at the garment she had made. It was a cross between a fetish outfit and a gothic dress. Totally unlike anything in the collection. Carmen couldn’t see how it would fit. She hoped to god Ms Van Dyne wasn’t going to make her redesign the rest of the collection to match it. She moved to get a mannequin for the dress.

“No. I’ll wear it,” said Janet, slipping off her clothes.

Carmen spun around, trying to save her bosses modesty. A few seconds later she heard a whisper in her ear.

“What do you think Carmen? Am I to die for?”

She turned and gasped. Her boss looked like a fetish model. She found some thigh-high shiny stiletto boots in black leather. They left a thin line of creamy white skin between them and the scandalous red latex skirt of the dress. She swore she’d see Janet’s sex if she bent over. Panels of alternating black leather and purple lace surrounded Janet’s midriff, just below a sliver of red latex that barely covered her nipples. Janet’s chest was heaving, nearly spilling out of the dress. Had she always been that… endowed? Her jet black hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, wonderfully glossy, and framing her face perfectly…

Her face. Carmen just stared. She… couldn’t look away. Janet’s eyes. They were so… pretty. So red, so deep. She felt she could just get lost in them. She stood, unable to look away, unable to move as Janet took a step towards her, her mouth nuzzling on her assistant’s neck.

“You’ve been a wonderful assistant to me Carmen. I think it’s time for your bonus. How would you like to be my assistant forever?” purred Janet.

Carmen couldn't think of anything she wanted more.

“P… Please. Yes.”

The next sound out of her mouth was a squeal as she felt the point of Janet’s fangs pierced her throat.