gets up, dragging Anna with her by a fistful of red hair. “Up, bitch.” She snarls. She yanks the remains of Anna's blouse halfway down her arms, drawing them behind the beaten woman's back as she gathers in the extra material.
Anna can't quite stand straight, leaning forward a bit to accomodate the improbable amount of latex she's just been violated with, and looks longingly toward the door with trembling knees. Standing behind her, firmly in control with one hand twisted in her hair, the other holding her arms pinned with the remains of her top, leans in and coos “Dance for them, you greedy, silly cunt.”
Anna's face is stony as she slowly starts to writhe, gingerly working her away around the invader in her ass. Her breath hisses, and occasionally a small moan forces it's way past her clenched teeth.
“Step right up, don't be shy ...” calls as she parades her victim around your office, displaying her to the crowd. You might as well be home for all the notice you recieve next to the spectacle, and as a full fledged gangbang threatens to break out in your office, you figure it's time to change that. “Come on boys, who'll go first” asks before breaking off in a yelp as you grab her by her own hair “Don't you mean, 'Who'll go second?'”
falters, looking at you in momentary confusion “But ... But I beat her ...” she trails off, her grip on Anna slackening as you pull her head back, her eyes rolling to meet yours. “Yes, and I'm proud of you, but if I want to show some prissy dyke what she's missing, that's my lookout. If you have a problem with that, then you should be smarter about who you bet with. Right?”
Her gorgeous, wounded eyes close and she says in a quiet voice “Yes . I'm ... sorry.” You realize that the three of you are more or less frozen in a tableau of power dynamics, and that the rowdy, horny salesmen are transfixed, the room stiflingly hot and oddly quiet. The situation can be managed, you find yourself thinking. You just need to find the right crowbar with which to wedge all of these interlopers out of the door. After all, what did they do to deserve a piece of this?
You give 's head a little shake and she opens her eyes and looks at you as you release her. Anna is all but forgotten as the onlookers watch the proud and dominant victor reduced to such meekness in a matter of seconds. You're trying to find the right way to get most of the people cleared out without causing a riot, but ironically enough, convincing a group of people to leave such an interesting piece of street theatre is really something would much better than you at.
And that's the answer of course. Simple. You look at her from under raised eyebrows and reach for a tone not unlike a teacher addressing an underachieving child “Do you remember how this works, ? You fuck who I want, and I fuck who I want. If and when what you want matters, it is because you make me happy, right?”
“Yes, .” is 's meek reply. You can see the flush climbing in her cheeks and spreading across her chest, but you can also see how quickly she's breathing. Standing there, naked or near as, lectured in front of a group of horny men, not to mention her hated rival who was currently trying to extract about three feet of latex from her asshole. was getting off on it, whether she wanted to or not.
“And do you know what would make me happy right now, ” you ask leadingly. She looks at you in mute appeal, obviously clueless as to what you might say, and you decide to cut her a break. “It would make me happy if you don't treat my office like a dockside alley. Sort it out, will you?” You let her go and sit down behind your desk, ignoring everyone and feigning interest in the first piece of paper you can put your hands on.
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