Shelly Wendellson

Before I had developed my app, I was a poor, starving graduate. I had applied for a job at what I thought was an up-and-coming web app development company. The company was run by a woman named Shelly Wendellson. She had been twice divorced and used the settlement money to start her own company.

I interviewed with her, and found out that she wanted total control of any apps I developed and was only willing to pay minimally for them. She was very curt and did not seem to have much respect for me or what I did. When I protested, she said that young app designers were "a dime a dozen," and if I thought I could make it on my own, more power to me, but she had more connections. I rejected her offer and left.

Turns out, Ms. Wendelssons' M.O. was to hire grads who were **** for work, and screw them over on anything they developed for her. She did not know much about app development, but she was a ruthless business woman.

I staked out Ms. Wendleson and discretely followed her to a business lunch she had with a friend. She had on a white blouse over a white halter top, and her hair was in a pony tail. She was laughing and joking with her friend.

I sat a few tables away and pulled her profile into my app. I wondered what to do with her. I decided to do with her what I did to my ex: fuck with her then **** her into having sex with me after I promised to restore things back to normal. I found the idea of putting her clit in her anus fun, so I did that first. I then thought about what else to do, maybe remove her bladder control, ramp up her saliva production, so she would drool when she tried to speak, change her body, or something else.