[RuinGirls4Fun]

The job was a dream come true for Jaxson Mallard, a career underachiever. Cushy, white collar bullshit at a prestigious marketing firm. While that might sound dull, it was anything but. You see, Marco & Davis marketing had a serious case of toxic masculinity, not your garden variety toxic masculinity either, but a seriously deviant case of toxic masculinity. Jaxson’s cock hardened just thinking about the time the boys installed a camera under that hot HR bitch’s desk, they’d hang out in the manager’s office watching the livestream, taking bets on what color panties she’d be wearing. He had to stifle a moan while he reminisced about the time they’d spiked the punch at the work party, he’d dragged that hot, 19 year old intern into the handicap stall and stuffed her ass, he still had pictures of her dopey face covered in cum. But that all came crashing down in a moment when Mallard’s boss got a little too sauced up at work on a friday, he’d screamed at that dumb bitch Jennifer to get down on her knees in his office, rumors say she did the deed, but it was finally enough to get some real scrutiny on the branch. After a brief investigation, the manager was out, and suddenly the whole office was being subjected to bullshit sexual harrassment courses. Jaxson watched one by one as his “boys” were slowly weeded out of the office, either on their own terms because they could no longer use the place as their hunting ground, or from spectacularly flaring out with some real eyes on the place. But Jaxson could handle all of that, what he couldn’t handle was his new cunt of a boss; Iman Sadiq.

Jaxson knew their would be trouble when murmurs came up that the manager’s replacement would be a diversity hire, but he never could’ve expected it to be this bad. A brown bitch of a feminist, it was like they chose her specifically to piss him off. And it wasn’t even like he could enjoy oggling at her body either, she always dressed like she was getting ready for a vacation in Chernobyl, tight tops with a blazer, and skirts that trailed all the way down to her heels. Iman was clearly a misanthrope, always giving her #girlsquad preferential treatment as she replaced each man fired with another one of her girls, Jaxson wouldn’t even dare hitting on any of them as he knew it would likely lead to his termination. While Iman and her girls went out on team building exercises and expensive team lunches, he and the rest of the men in the office had more and more work piled onto their desks. She was actually making him work.


This was hell for Jaxson.


But fate was about to turn things on their head. One night after work at the bar, while Jaxson was getting particularly blitzed with some of his old college buddies, he went off on a long tirade about that “dumb pakistani cunt with the big tits.” While Jaxson didn’t remember it, they’d end up scrolling through her instagram, ogling some old bikini pictures from Iman’s college days. A lot of venom would be spat that night and laughs shared.


Fast-forward about two weeks and Jaxson was slumped forward in his cubicle, nursing a raw hangover with a pile of accounts on his desk that he’d never get to. Things had only continued to get worse as Iman seemed to start targeting him, singling him out in meetings and writing him up multiple times, he could sense the end was in sight and was basically just on cruise control until the bitch finally put him out of his misery. But then suddenly Jaxson got an email on his personal account from one of his college buddies, an IT wiz, titled; “EXTREMELY URGENT!” Jaxson shook off some of the cobwebs and clicked on the email. A spark of excitement flashed across Jaxson’s face as he scrolled passed the text; “You probably want to see this,” down into the attachments. There Jaxson found a treasure trove of pictures and videos of his new boss Iman Sadiq. Most of them seemed to be from 6 or 7 years earlier, her college day, anything from fairly innocuous nudes to highly explicit amatuer sex tapes.


“Holy shit,” Jaxson whispered to himself as his cock hardened against his slacks. He silently watched a video of Iman riding a faceless white guy reverse cowgirl, her big tits bounced as she took cock like a champ. Jaxson glances over his computer into the large glass office in the corner, Iman sitting innocently at her desk, clacking away at her keyboard, before taking his eyes back down to the screen to another video of Iman taking two cocks at once. Jaxson focused in and typed up a response to his friend; “Is this real?” He continued looking through the pictures and videos, anxiously waiting a response as he devoured every square inch of his boss’s body. After just a couple of minutes, an exciting ding rang out.


“Yes.” Was the response, before Jaxson’s heart could soar, there was another welcomed ding. “You haven’t even seen the best part. Check this out.”


Another attachment was sent, another video, a long one. Jaxson plugged in his headphones and clicked play. The first thing Jaxson saw was a complete shock to him. The face of John Marco, one of the very names on the video as he clumsily adjusted a camera in a room that Jaxson recognized as the President’s own office. He watched as Marco set up the camera and then leaned back in his big cushy chair, just a couple moments later there was a meek knock on the door and a very familiar face (and body) entered the room. A sadistic, chesire grin crossed Jaxson’s face as Iman Sadiq stepped into the office and things became crystal clear to him. He watched the video in it’s entirety his heart racing the whole time. He always knew something was off about a 28 year old coming from nowhere to take such a senior poistion, shit, Jaxson had probably been working there longer than Iman had even been out of college. As soon as the video finished Jaxson went straight to social media, stalking all of his boss’s accounts, quickly finding her fiance’s contact info, her younger sister’s info, her parents, and even a collection of her friends. Jaxson was on a warpath, ready to expose Iman for the whore she really was, as he composed the first message, attached with some of the most depraved pictures he had at his disposal, to one of her close friends. Jaxson tapped away at the keyboard, with far more enthusiasm than he’d ever put into any of his work at the firm, but then her slowed down, and then he stopped altogether.


Jaxson sat still for a moment, the gears turning in his head. He looked back up over his monitor into Iman’s office, feeling an intense hate in his stomach as he looked at that bitch.


No, this is far too good for her. She needs it much worse.


He thought to himself. Jaxson spent the rest of the day indulging himself with the treasure trove that had been delievered to him. Familiarizing himself with every picture, every video, rewatching Iman’s video with the President more than a dozen times. By the time the clock struck 5, Iman’s moans had become more familiar to him than any prior lovers. Jaxson knew exactly what he was going to do to her and he was gonna make sure she suffered…


The next day was a friday as Jaxson took his sweet time getting up in the morning, having not bothered to set his usually alarm at 8am, he finally made his way out of the house around 10:30, ignoring all the calls and emails from work. He’d end up rolling into the office just before lunch, after stopping by his favorite lounge for a couple of Bloody Mary’s. Jaxson whistled to himself carefree as he sauntered into the office. Walking passed each coworker that glared at him as if he was on death row. He’d sit down at his desk, leaning back and putting his feet up. In the corner of his eye he saw Iman giving him a death stare from her office while people started to trickle out for lunch. Jaxson made a big show of of checking his watch and getting up from his desk, “Man, lunch time already, the day really flies by eh?” Jaxson loudly stated in a mocking tone. Before he could step out for lunch, Iman stood in the doorway of her office.


“Jaxson. My office now.”


Iman’s voice was stern and forceful. It had shrunk many men before Jaxson, as they’d been drawn into her office and immasculated, kicked to the curb like last week’s special. But Jaxson was different, as the rest of his colleagues were frozen, stunned, Jaxson seemed completely nonplussed. “Well, you guys better run along, I gotta check in with the Misses.” Jaxson joked as he turned on a dime towards the corner office, obnoxiously whistling as he stepped into Iman’s office, closing the door behind himself wanted. “You wanted to see me boss?” Jaxson asked facetiously as he walked over to Iman’s desk and took a seat without even being offered. Iman seemed to be completely repulsed by Jaxson’s very presence as she stood behind her desk and slowly paced back and forth, like a shark circling it’s prey.


Eventually Iman stopped and leaned over her desk, facing Jaxson. Jaxson was pleasantly surprised that she wore a slightly lower cut top today, leaning forward and inadvertently exposing plenty of brown cleavage, he didn’t even bother trying to hide it as he stared right at her large tits dangling in front of him as if he hadn’t seen everything already. “Jaxson, how long have you been working at the firm?” Iman asked condescendingly, everything she said was condescending. He nonchalantly leaned back, “Hmmm, oh I don’t know; 8-10 years.” Jaxson responded, still not bothering to return eye contact with his boss. “Hmmmp.” Iman said to herself as she stood up straight, taking away Jaxson’s little peep show.


“And you’ve been a leech on this company the entire time.” She spat the words with such tremendous venom as she literally looked down on Jaxson. “You know, they always say firing employees is the worst part of the job. But not you, I’ve been waiting for this moment since I got here. To fire your self-entitled, lazy, bigoted ass.” Iman was coming down on Jaxson with such fury, he’d heard stories of her firing his friends from the firm, and he let her go on, she was probably even getting off on this. “You’re completely useless. You can’t work in a team. You’re not independent enough to work by yourself. I’m not sure you’re qualified to flip burgers as McDonald’s. Clear out your desk immediately Mr. Mallard, you’re fired.” The smile on Iman’s face was too good, dripping with self-importance. After relishing in the moment, Iman picked up the phone on her desk, “I’ll call security to escort you out.” Before Iman could start dialing Jaxson pulled out his phone, “Uh, eh, eh. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Jaxson’s word sat in the air for a moment.


Iman’s smile widened as she put down the phone. “And why exactly is that?” She asked, seemingly on the verge of laughing in Jaxson’s face. “Well because then,” he slowly responded, “The whole world’s gonna see this.” Jaxson turned around the phone and pressed play, the video played at full volume as Iman’s eyes locked on the video of her being pounded over the President’s desk, moaning with each thrust. “Oh yeah daddy, am I earning the job now?” Iman’s shrill voice projected from the small speakers in the phone as she watched her bare tits bounce, looking like a ravenous slut on the home-video that Iman had no idea even existed. In an instant all the confidence, the self-importance, the pride melted from her face as Iman’s lip trembled and Jaxson stared into the eyes of a whore…


TO BE CONTINUED...

[Yukito]

Damn, great beginning. When I saw the name, I thought it was a response to a story of mine(I have a story with this same title).
These "diversity business" stories always have some way to implement blackmail or straight up rape. Can't wait for more.
Always good to see a stuck up bitch like that Iman probably getting fucked.

[RuinGirls4Fun]

“I mean, I gotta say boss, you really take it like a champ.” The color drained from Iman’s face as her mouth hung open agape. “Wh-wh-wh- how d…” Iman stammered, he eyes still transfixed on the video as she watched herself get down on her knees in front of the President’s desk, expertly taking his cock into her hands and trailing her tongue along the shaft, “How many stock options will this get me?” Iman’s heart plummetted into the depths of her stomach as she stood frozen, lip quivering, eye twitching. It felt as though her entire world was crashing down around her. “Does your fiance know how you got this job? Your parents? Your friends?” Jaxson prodded, relishing the moment as Iman seemed to shrink right in front of him. “How many people know what kind of a whore you really are?” Jaxson pulled the phone back, scrolling before turning it back towards Iman, showing another video, this time Iman sitting alone on the floor of her old dorm room fingering herself. Iman’s brain couldn’t even make sense of things, she’d never even sent that video to anyone. She inhaled deep breaths as she felt light-headed for a moment while Jaxson chuckled, “You should see the look on your face, it’s almost as good as this one.” Jaxson swiped on his phone again, this time to an image of Iman plunging a dildo into her soaking pussy, her eyes rolling back in her head, mouth open wide. Iman was completely stunned, as she fell back into her chair. “I, uh, um.” She couldn’t even properly form a sentence as her brain tried to catch up with everything that was happening.


She clearly her throat after a moment and spoke again, “Ok, ok. Just go back to work, we’ll forget all this ever happened.” Iman tried to project confidence but her voice betrayed her as it cracked and faltered. Jaxson just laughed in her face, “You gotta be shitting me slut? Are you really that fucking dense?” Jaxson sounded agitated as he stood up, leaning on Iman’s desk towards her. “I’m going to completely ruin you.” His words rolled out like a toxic cloud as Iman’s heart raced, she could feel tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “I guess I’ll just go clear out my desk,” Jaxson said, standing back up straight. “HR’s gonna have a field day with these when I send them along.” Jaxson turned towards the door, pocketing his phone in his jacket.


“Please.” Iman quietly begged from behind her desk. “I imagine your fiance’s gonna dump your busted ass.” He continued as he slowly walked towards the door. “Please.” Iman begged a little louder, tears beginning to streak down her cheeks, running her makeup. “And your parents- oof, I’ve heard how strict Muslim families can be, I bet they’ll disown you just for fingering yourself.” Jaxson’s hand grip the door handle. “Please.” Iman screamed, the waterworks in full affect now. The volume of his boss’s voice was enough to stop Jaxson as he turned back to her. “What do you want?” She quietly spat out, sniffling back her tears. Jaxson pulled his hand back from the door, slowly walking back across the office, ominously closing the blinds around the room one by one in case anyone came back early from lunch. Iman crept back further and further with each step he took towards he, until her big cushy chair was backed into a corner behind her desk. Jaxson stood right in front of her, his cock bulging against his slacks right at eye level for her. He reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him as a fresh set of tears welled up in her eyes. “Listen to me and listen good you worthless slut.” Jaxson spat down at her. “You are going to do each and every thing that I tell you to.” Iman’s face distorted in disgust as she quickly understood the gravity of her situation. “And I won’t show the world what a fucking whore you are.” Iman quietly bawled, her makeup a complete mess.


“On your fucking knees. NOW!” Jaxson shouted right in her face. Almost on autopilot, Iman slid right out of the chair onto her knees in front of him. Jaxson undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and whipped out his rock-hard white cock right in her face. “You got this job by sucking, if you wanna keep it, you’d better give me the presidential treatment.” Jaxson taunted. Iman wailed aloud, “Please, I have money, I can give you money.” She hysterically cried. Jaxson’s face was red now, “I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING MONEY BITCH!” He screamed, latching both hands onto her luscious, black hair, before forcing the full length of his member into her protesting mouth. “GGKKKK! UUNNNGGGG!” Iman gagged as her face was thrust forward into Jaxson’s pelvis, his pubes tickling her nose, as his cock filled her throat and restricted her breathing. Jaxson began to piston back and forth, using his boss’s throat like a cheap sex toy as she weakly beat her hands against his legs.


Jaxson raped her throat, staring daggers at the brown bitch on her knees. The look of humiliation and abject horror on her face probably would’ve been enough to get Jaxson off by itself. “Come on, I know you can do better than that.” He talked down to her, pulling her face back up against his body so his penis tickled her tonsils. He held her there as she squirmed and gagged, kept her there as her face turned red while she struggled to breath. Her fists against his body hit a little harder as she started to run out of air. After almost 30 seconds, he finally eased off, giving her a chance to breath. But not easing up on his abuse as she spat right in her face, stinging her left eye with his mucus. “This’ll be over a lot sooner if you help.” He accentuated his words by taking his left hand out of her hair and delivering a hard slap across her cheek, leaving it bright red.


That seemed to be enough to kick her into things, as Iman’s trembling hands reached up for Jaxson’s cock. Suddenly her tongue started working around, working his shaft as he continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. “Oh fuuuuck,” He moaned. With one hand still tightly gripping her hair, Jaxson slowed his pace, enjoying his boss’s exemplary work. His left hand trailed down her throat, before sliding under her top. Her body tensed up as Jaxson’s fingers found their way to Iman’s large brown tits, but she kept on working, bringing him closer and closer to busting. He traced his index finger around her left nipple, exploring her soft, supple tits before latching his fingernails on her dark nipple. Iman whimpered in pain, but kept up the pace like a pro. Jaxson could feel he was about to bust as he tightening his grip on her hair and pulled her face close again, forcing his cock deep down her throat. A moment later and he release the entire load down her throat, groaning loudly in satisfaction as he kept her hair held tight for a couple extra seconds while Iman choked on his cum. Finally he released her as she instinctively pulled away, coughing and choking, spitting up as much of his cum as possible on her office carpet.


“I knew you were good for something.” Jaxson laughed, while pulling the phone out of his pocket. Recording a short video of Iman on her knees, choking up cum. Iman sucked in air, forced to swallow most of Jaxson’s cum as she shook uncontrollably on the floor. He stepped around her and took a seat in her nice office chair. “Things are going to be a little different around here, understand?” He said looking down at her. Iman spat on the floor. “Fuck you.” She muttered. But before Jaxson had a chance for another lesson, an annoying, rythmic knock came at the door. “Miss Sadiq, I had some questions on the Carpenter account,” The voice of Iman’s right hand woman, Bianca Hale, echoed through the door. Iman stood upright on her knees, her eyes wide and wild. She opened her mouth to speak but Jaxson leaned forward and hissed into her ear. “Just follow my lead.” Biance stood impatiently at the door, tapping her toe with a whole bundle of files in her arms. “Come in Bianca.” Iman’s voice projected through the door. Bianca open the door and stepped inside in her expensive, all-white outfit.

The young woman was stunned for a moment as she saw Jaxson sitting in Iman’s chair, with Iman leaning over him at the computer. Iman looked over at her frined annoyed, as if she was interrupting something important. “Yes Bianca?” Her tone was impatient as it took Bianca a second to understand what she was looking at. Something looked a little off about her boss, her makeup seemed less put together than usual, her hair seemed a little disheveled, and the usually bright look on her face was judgemental and irritated. “Umm, I just had some questions about the billing on the Carpenter account.” Bianca’s words hung still in the air. Iman let out an audible sigh as she opened her mouth to speak, wanting to get Bianca out of the room as quickly as possible. Before she had a chance to talk though, Jaxson stood up right behind her. “Actually Bianca, me and Iman were just discussing the Carpenter account.” He took charge. Bianca looked liked she was holding back a smile, but it was wiped away really quick when Iman backed him up. “Umm, yes we were…” Her words trailed off. “We’ve decided that from now on, you’ll go through me on the Carpenter account.” Jaxson confidently spoke, standing right behind Iman, he squeezed her tight ass through her skirt as Iman did her best not to show any discomfort.


“Wait, I’m sorry what Iman?” Bianca asked denfesively, her voice getting high in response. Butting in before Iman could respond, Jaxson spoke again. “Yes we’ve been looking over your work on the account and to be frank it’s…” Jaxson acted as if he was trying to find a delicate way to put it, pressing his thumb between Iman’s covered ass-cheeks, causing her to jerk up straight. “Not up to par.” Iman blurted out, saying anything to stop herself from moaning. Bianca looked crestfallen as she looked across the room at her boss, “But I-“ Bianca started. “Now don’t you worry, I’m sure I can help get things back on track. We’ll be working very closesly for a while.” Jaxson’s words slid across the room like a caustic slime. Bianca stood frozen in disbelief, she thought Jaxson’s desk would be cleared out by the time she got back to the office, but now she was going to have to answer to him? It didn’t make any sense. Still struggling to understand she turned and headed for the door. “And Bianca,” Iman’s words followed her. Bianca’s ears perked up and she looked back at her mentor, hoping for some kind of clarification. “Close the door on your way out.” Iman’s words flattened Bianca right back down as she quickly sulked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Jaxson eyes followed Bianca’s ass every step, he normally didn’t go for black chicks, but he couldn’t resist a dyke with a tight ass and a terrible personality.


After it was clear she was gone, Jaxson leaned his body into Iman’s. “Good work bitch.” The hair on her neck stood up as his hot breath filled the air. He stepped out from behind Iman’s trembling body, around her desk. “Well that was great, but it’s been a real long day, so I think I’m gonna call it early.” Jaxson said while stretching his arms. “You will be hearing from me again. Very soon.” His words were like a gun trained on Iman’s forehead as he casually walked out of her office, whistling on the way. Closing the door behind him and leaving Iman alone finally. Without hesitation she raced across the room and locked the door, pushing her back up against it as if to bar it closed as she slowly slid down the door, sitting on the floor. Iman began to cry again, a broken, choking cry as her new reality set in for her. Iman sat on the floor going through all the stages of grief in her own personal office, not getting a single bit of work done.


“Fuck this shit, fuck this place.”


She finally cursed to herself as she collected her things and headed for the door just as she headed for the elevator, Bianca walked up on her. “Heading out a bit early?” Bianca asked judgementally as it was only a little after three. “I mean we have that big report for the Collins’ account on Monday, we still ne-“ Iman cut off her employee mid-sentence. “For the love of God, can you handle a single thing on your own.” Her voice was thick with hate as she looked down on Bianca stepping up real close to her. Bianca looked shocked, she and Iman had always had a great relationship, dating back to grad school, she’d never seen her like this before. “No, it’s just, um, just,” Bianca stammered on her back foot. “Just what huh?” Iman pressed, pushing right up to Bianca. “Bianca, just remember. You were still working at that dingy dive bar for three years after graduating before I *gave* you this job. I could send your ass right back.” Iman was speaking queitly and deliberately as she took Bianca apart. Now Bianca looked panicked, like she was on the verge of tears herself,  “Oh my God, I’m sorry.” Bianca was trying to stay calm. “I’m sorry.” She repeated. “You’re sorry what?” Iman led her, keeping the pressure on. Bianca looked back blankly, completely lost. “I’m sorry Ma’am.” She finally spat out. “Get back to fucking work.” Iman ordered. “And that Collins’ account better be sorted by the time I get in on Monday.” Iman stated as she walked away from her protege and called the elevator. Bianca stood, completely frozen as Iman stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. Just as the doors were closing Bianca said, “Of course Ma’am.” While the doors shut on her.


A cruel smile crept up on Iman’s face, on the one hand she was disgusted by herself for how she treated her loyal friend, but on the other hand, after having all of her power stripped away from her earlier, it felt good to exert some force onto someone else. It felt really good, like really, really good. The feeling was almost orgasmic as Iman rushed to her brand new BMW in her own reserved parking spot in the parking garage. Before even putting the keys in the ignition, Iman slipped her hand into her skirt, under her soft cotton panties, tracing her fingers along her slit. “Mmmmmm, unnngggh,” She moaned to herself as she slowly worked her fingers into her soaking wet snatch. She replayed the look on Bianca’s face over and over again. The fear, the powerlessness, the complete look of defeat. She imagine doing to Bianca what Jaxson had done to her. Making her get down on her knees in front of her, coiling her legs around Bianca’s head and making her eat her out as she sobbed and begged. Before Iman even knew what she was doing, she’d brought herself to a shaking orgasm, soaking her dainty panties. In a moment of clarity, Iman looked at herself in the rear view mirror, sweat dripping from her brow, she was disgusted at what she saw looking back.


Without wasting another second, Iman jammed the keys into ignition and sped out of the parking garage, heading home. When she stepped inside, she’d almost completely forgotten that her fiance, David, was out of town on business for the week. Iman entered her home fundamentally different than how she’d left it. She stripped out of her work outfit, leaving it strewn across the floor, grabbed a full bottle of red wine, turned on the shower, sat inside and sobbed between taking large gulps straight from the bottle.


TO BE CONTINUED...

[RuinGirls4Fun]

Damn, great beginning. When I saw the name, I thought it was a response to a story of mine(I have a story with this same title).
These "diversity business" stories always have some way to implement blackmail or straight up rape. Can't wait for more.
Always good to see a stuck up bitch like that Iman probably getting fucked.

Thanks! Hope you enjoy part 2!

[Yukito]

Put the bitch on her place, good one. Her being a muslim also opens some probable ways Jaxson can get closer to her family. If he keeps the threats and Iman doesn't find a way to turn the tables, we may have some more good chapters on the way.

[RuinGirls4Fun]

Iman would spend much of the rest of the weekend doing just the same. No matter how many times she showered she never felt clean. She’d go from her bed, to the shower the next two days, always with a bottle in her hand, and almost always on the verge of tears. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She couldn’t believe that, that complete piece of shit had so much power over her. She couldn’t think of any way out of it, if she didn’t do what he said he could completely ruin her life in an instant. She’d lose every ounce of respect from her friends and colleagues, she’d definitely lose her job (and probably be blackballed from the industry at that), David would leave her, her family would never speak to her again. She’d have to do whatever he wanted until she could find a way out. She turned over her latest bottle of wine, emptying it before stumbling across the kitchen, dressed in nothing but a white bathrobe, to grab another. As if on cue, she got a message on her phone. Grabbing a bottle she pulled the phone up and her heart skipped a beat when she saw who it was from.


JAXSON MALLARD: Hello my stupid brown whore. I figured I’d give you a couple of days to cool off, to really let your new life settle in for you.


Iman was trashed at the point, the result of her two-day bender and his message renewed her righteous rage in a single moment.


IMAN: Fuck you.


JAXSON MALLARD: Oh you are a horny little slut, in good time.


Jaxson’s prodding set Iman off again as she began to type a long-winded reponse, chock-full of empty threats and immature insults, but before she could finish her paragraphs long response, she got another message from her blackmailer.


JAXSON MALLARD: As you know everyone (except for me lmao) is going to be in extra early in the morning for the Collins presentation, I certainly hope you didn’t have anything planned for the rest of the night. I just left the firm, y’know how I’m always putting in the extra work.


Iman slowly deleted the entire message she had drafted, before another message came through, this time with a picture attachement. Iman’s eyes widened in horror as she looked at the attachment, it showed a printed off picture of her pulling some pink anal beads out of her asshole, placed right on the desk of her HR manager. Iman’s heart sank.


JAXSON MALLARD: I took the liberty of spreading some of my favorite pictures of you on each of the #bitchsquad’s desks. I’ve always felt sharing is caring, and I know how much you care about all of them.


Iman’s heart was beating a mile a minute as her drunken mind tried to comprehend what was happening.


JAXSON MALLARD: It’s almost 1am, you’ve probably got a good 5 hours before anyone makes it into the office, you’d better get that sweet brown ass moving. 


Iman’s eyes were wild and wide, they darted across the kitchen counters before she spotted her keys. Without another thought, she snatched them up, and stumbled out the door. Iman jumped behind the wheel, and peeled out of the driveway, cutting over the front yard, ripping up some of the landscaping in her impaired state. But only one thing was on Iman’s mind as she raced downtown towards the firm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” Iman swore to herself as she drunkenly sped and swerved. She looked down at the clock, 1:21am, when her eyes returned to the road she nearly collided head on with a minivan heading out of downtown, Iman instictively flipped off the horrified family inside who had to swerve to avoid her. She was white-knuckling the wheel as she got closer and closer to the Marco & Davis, but just as the end was in sight, red and blue lights flashed in her rearview mirror.


Iman’s face went blank. “Oh my God,” the words fell out of her mouth. Iman couldn’t believe what was happening to her, she was so far passed the legal limit, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Not hesitating, she pulled over to the side of the road as the squad car pulled up behind her. Iman tried to keep it together, slapping herself in the face to try and sober herself up a bit. She looked back in her mirror as two officers stepped out of the car both wearing dark sunglasses. A tall, built white officer and a shorter, blonde female officer. Iman steadied herself as the male officer walked around the side of her BMW, before rapping his knuckles on the window, signalling for her to roll it down. Iman hadn’t gotten out of plenty of tickets in the passed, she just had to turn on the charm and she’d be right back on her way. She depressed the button to roll the window down, looking up at the uniformed officer with doe-eyes. “What seems to be that matter officer?” She asked innocently, focusing to stop herself from slurring her speech. Iman couldn’t read the officer’s eyes behind the dark sunglasses as he stared down at her. The bathrobe did little in the way of covering things up as Iman showed plenty of brown cleavage, but she knew she could use that to her advantage.


“Ma’am, do you have any idea how fast you were going?” The officer’s voiced was stern and authoritative, projecting a no-nonsense attitude. But Iman knew she could crack him. “Oh I’m not sure sir,” she purred, “I couldn’t have been going that fast. I just needed to go grab something from the office, I’ll make sure to keep the speed down.” Iman fluttered her eyelashes, pushing her arms together to push her large chest up a little, trying to give the officer a show. The officer reached up and pulled his sunglasses down slightly, glaring down at her. Iman knew she had him.


“Liscense and registration ma’am.” His words were flat and serious. “My liscense?” She repeated in disbelief, as if he’d just asked her to pull an elephant out of her tight ass. “That can’t be necessary, like I said I’ll keep the speed do-“ But the officer wasn’t having it. “Liscense and registration.” Iman felt defeated. She couldn’t believe he was still insisting, especially dressed like this. Instictively Iman reached over to the passenger seat, but there was nothing there. “Fuck.” She silently whispered to herself. “What was that ma’am?” Iman sighed, “Well officer,” Her tone immediately pitched up, “That’s just the thing, I was going back to the office to grab my purse. I swear, I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t screwed on so tight.” Iman let out a loud, obnoxious laugh but the officer didn’t even crack a smile. “So you don’t have your liscense.” He responded. “Umm, not on me…” She said back, praying that this would end. “Stay in the car ma’am.” The officer ordered before walking back to his parnter in front of the flashing squad car.


“God dammit!” Iman cursed herself after the officer walked away, banging her hands down on the steering wheel.


Think Iman, think…


She tried to figure out an excuse, anything she could do to get out of this. Feeling like she had no other options, Iman looked down, swalled her pride, and began adjusting her bathrobe. Showing virtually everying but her areolas as she splayed the top of the robe open. Her decency didn’t matter if she couldn’t get those pictures. She heard the firm footsteps approaching yet again as you made one last ditch attempt, pushing her tits up to leave almost nothing to the imagination. “Oh there must be some other way to sort this out officer…” Iman’s sensual words trailed off as she looked up at the officer, fluttering her eyelashes. But it wasn’t the same officer looking back at her, she looked up at the stern face of the female, blonde officer. Iman srambled, readjusting her robe to cover back up. “Step out of the vehicle ma’am.” Iman’s heart sank with the order. She was fucked.


Iman’s head felt like it was spinning as she swung open the door and stepped out onto uneasy feet. “Is this really necessary?” Iman pled as she came face to face with the female officer who was a little bit shorter than Iman was. The officer looked back flatly, “Ma’am, please put your hand on the hood and spread your legs.” Iman’s head sank as she turned her back tot he officer, stepping in front of her expensive BMW, and planting her palms on the hood of the car, bending forward slightly in her bathrobe, which only reached down to a couple of inches above her knees. She felt exposed in the cool night air under the moonlight, her ordeal being illuminate by the harsh streetlights overhead. The relative chill of the night air caused Iman’s nipple to harden and stand at attention, not bound by anything by the loose robe. “Do you have any weapons on you ma’am?” The officer asked as she stepped behind Iman. “No of course not,” Iman said, standing back up trying to turn towards the officer to speak with her. A forceful hand pushed Iman back forward, bouncing her face off the hood of the car. “Keep your fucking hands on the car!” She yelled right into Iman’s ear as she whimper, her ass pushing out bak into the cop’s crotch. “I’m going to have to search you now.” The officer said, easing her grip on Iman. “Please, just give me the fucking ticket.” Iman begged. “Speak when fucking spoken to Paki!” The officer spat, forcing Iman’s face back down against the hood, her entire body trembled as she stood silent. “That’s better,” the officer cooed as she eased her grip yet again.


The officer stepped back as Iman had her hands glued to the hood. The officer started down low, sliding her hands all the way up from Iman’s right ankle, up her leg, drastically slowing down as she passed Iman’s knee, rubbing her hands along Iman’s soft inner thigh. Her hands came just up towards Iman’s crotch as her entire body tensed up. Before stopping short, just tickling Iman’s cunt. The officer methodically started the same process on Iman’s left leg, this time the officer’s hands slid right up under the bathrobe, gliding across Iman’s smooth legs. She seemed to take her time the further she got up, this time not stopping short of Iman’s cunt, as the officer’s rough fingers traced around her slit. Tears started welling up in Iman’s eyes as she was violated yet again, desperately trying to stay quiet so as not to incur the wraith of the stern cop.

 
Both the hands of the officer stayed under the robe as they circled around Iman’s hips to her plump ass. Taking each of Iman’s ass cheeks in either of her hands, the officer kneaded her brown ass like fresh dough. Iman let out an involuntary whimper as the blonde woman toyed with her ass. Leaning into her, the officer whispered in her ear, “What was that? You hiding something back here, terrorist bitch?” Iman just quietly sobbed in response. “I might just have to give you a full cavity search.” The officer chuckled to herself as she continued to toy with Iman, keeping the focus on her lovely ass, she spread her ass cheeks wide before audibly clapping them together. “You were asking for this whore, how many cocks did you have to suck to get such a nice car?” Iman kept her eyes shut, tears freely flowing as the officer degraded and molested her. The blonde stung Iman’s ass with a spank, “I asked you a fucking question.” She forcefully shouted right into Iman’s ear.


“I didn’t, I didn’t!” Iman hysterically cried in response, while the officer kept on molesting her ass. “Oh so you must’ve stolen it then eh?” The officer asked pointedly, her sharp claws digging into Iman’s soft, plump ass. Iman could only loudly sob in response as the officer finally left her ass alone, sensually bringing her hands up further on Iman’s body, trailing across her taught stomach up to her large breasts. At this point Iman was so broken that she just wanted to get this over with as the officer’s hands cupped her tits. She seemed to weigh them against each other as she alternated lifting each of the hefty mounds. Her fingers slithered around Iman’s tits, slowly groping and squeezing the sensitive flesh as Iman continued to sob.


She traced her fingers around Iman’s already hardened nipples, without warning she pinshed Iman’s dark left nipple between her nails iliciting a dog-like yelp from Iman. Iman could almost her the self-satisfied, sadistic smile on the woman’s face behind her. Suddenly the officer pressed her body into Iman’s from behind, her right hand reaching up and squeezing Iman around by the throat, as her left hand shot back down between Iman’s legs. She forced her pointer finger into Iman’s cunt as a fresh set of tears cascading down her cheeks. “Let me make this clear for you, you worthless sack of shit. If I ever catch you doing anything ever again,” Her words pointed as she explored Iman’s snatch with her finger, “I’m gonna shove my taser so far up your loose as that you start coughing up lightning bolts. Understand?” The officer kept her finger plunged inside of Iman as she slowly nodded her head ‘yes’ in response. The officer pulled her wet finger out of Iman, keeping her other hand around her throat, then she forced the soaked finger between Iman’s lips into her mouth. “Clean your fucking mess.” She barked. Iman shamefully worked her tongue around her abuser’s index finger, tasting her own cunt.


Once the officer seemed satisfied, she released her grip on Iman and pushed her forward, forcing her to arch her back over the front of the car, popping her ass out backwards. The officer seamlessly slipped back into a professional, stern tone as she placed her notebook on the small of Iman’s back and began scribbling on it. “Well Ma’am, I’m gonna write you a citation for speeding. But consider this stop a warning.” She finished writing, ripping the page off the notebook and shoving it back into her belt, before reaching around and pushing the tichet in between Iman’s tits. “Kepp it under the speed limit.” With that she turned away and marched back to her cruiser and her partner, leaving Iman still sobbing and trembling. Before she could even collect herself, the crusiser peeled off into the night. Iman pulled the ticket out from between her tits, viewing the ridiculous $3,000 ticket through tear soaked eyes. But she didn’t care about the money, she was just relieved that it was finally over. She wiped at her eyes and got back behind the wheel, sufficiently sobered up now as she lurched the rest of the way to the office…