Let Cheryl Decide

The board's shock turned to fury. They summoned Cheryl into the room and told her she was being elevated to CEO and that she was in charge of Christine's fate.

Cheryl told Christine to go back to her old office. Cheryl came in ten minutes later and used the trigger to put Christine back into a trance. "Christine, you can only orgasm if you feel humiliated and degraded during foreplay and sex. You also owe me your career and are eternally grateful. You will glady obey me even if my commands humiliate and **** you. You will not complain, but dutifully be my servant."

Cheryl snapped Christine out of the trance. "Look, Assbreath, I had to bed and plead the board not to can your slutty ass and throw you to the streets. I convinced them to let you continue here, but as the lowest employee on the totem pole. You must obey me and every other employee here. Got it, Assbreath?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

"The 'ma'am' is a nice touch, Assbreath. I will clean out one of the small storage closets for your new office. Go and buy more mini-skirts, brightly colored fishnet hose, high heels, and get your hair dyed bright pink and tease it up as big as possible. Come back tomorrow morning, and your new office will be ready. You will report to work, come into my office, bring me a cup of coffee with two creamers, put the coffee on my desk, then get on your hands and knees, thank me for saving your worthless ass, and kiss my feet. Think you can handle all of that, bitch?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, get out of here before I change my mind."

"Thank you, ma'am."

**********************

The next morning, Christine arrived in a tight black mini-skirt, pink fishnet hose, gold high heels, and a tight pink halter top. She brought Cheryl's coffee in, put it on her desk, got on her hands and knees, thanked Cheryl and kissed her shoes.

Cheryl brought Christine to her "office." It was closet 6 feet deep by 5 feet wide. In it was a small three-legged stool, so short that Christine's knees would be hire than her waist. It was behind a small children's plastic table. On the table was a bowl of condums. Mounted on the wall was a lube dispenser. There was also a bucket with cleaning supplies in it. "This is your office. You will perform sex acts on anyone who wishes. Every Monday you will scrub the men's room floor, toilets, and urinals with a toothbrush. Then Tuesday you will do the ladies room floor and toilet. You will do it on your hands and knees. You'll find knee pads in the drawer of that table. You, however, cannot use the ladies room here. You must go to the convenience store at the end of the block. Or if that's too nasty for you, wear a diaper. I think this is more than generous for all the grief you have caused this company. Oh, and you will be paid minimum wage. If there is a company event such as a party, you will be given a French maid's outfit to wear while you work it."

"Thank you, ma'am." Christine sat on the tiny stool, her knees sticking up even higher than the top of the small child table.

"Now, for your first task of the day...."