Nikita's first level three assignment

[Nikita]

Below is an updated copy of Red Lipstick. I'm mostly happy with it. If someone finds a rough spot, inconsistency, grammar, etc., point it out. That's why I'm here.

This excercise started as an experiment. I wanted to write a short piece from the pov of a nasty male dominant with little to none redeeming qualities. ~insert evil grin here~

The second part of the experiment was to try to tell the story using just dialog. Other authors have managed to pull off a story told in this manner successfully. Well, I couldn't. The pov was entangled with 'almost' descriptions. It just didn't work.

Using the original prose, I 'found' Carver and developed a sketch of June. The scene should feel like 1950s, black and white, and the two people, reminiscent of characters in a Sam Spade story. As far as the cheesy references, forgive me in advance. In any case, I hope you enjoy it.

Red Lipstick

Secrets, blackmail, control, that trinity has become my mantra, my way of life. If it weren’t for that rat bastard who took my ex away from me, I would have continued on a path of a complacent and frustrating existence. There was no one to blame but myself.

Meanwhile, under my desk, June, the slut of the day, was busily slobbering over my cock. She was a recent hire, but not until after I had her thoroughly investigated.

I grabbed her by the hair and gazed at the humiliated face. It was the smeared red lips, always, the red lips, that brought back memories of my ex-wife. June was like her too, reserved, and snooty. Their nostrils looked perpetually flared . . . as if they smelled something nasty. Those, I like to take down.

"C'mon. Get on the desk."

I met June at a golf outing hosted by one of our suppliers. She had lost her job and was passing time hostessing these events for her husband, the vice-president of the company. She was hovering around when I happened to mention to one of my colleagues, that there might be an opening at my firm very soon.

Right away, I could see that June was good at schmoozing. "Would you like another drink, Mr. Carver? I'm on my way to get one for Ward."

"Why thank you. Another ‘old fashioned’ with no cherries, please."

She brought me drinks the rest of the afternoon. Each time she told me more and more, how she needed to get out of the house, do some part time work, and that bunco parties and tennis matches with her lady friends had gotten boring. The details of her prior work experience sounded impressive. At the end of the day, I gave her my card and suggested she come in to interview for the position.

I hired her.

The first day, June arrived dressed for success. She wore a tight Jackie-O stylish suit, silk stockings, and those pointy high-heeled shoes that made her look very tall. However, she got the same orientation that all the other bimbos do. She was assigned to the desk piled high with stacks of paperwork. At the end of each day, the pile was higher than the day before. By Friday, you couldn't see her sitting behind the files.

I couldn't hide my grin. I like to move fast on new sluts and she played right into my hands.

"Here are the office keys. You can come in any time tomorrow and Sunday so you can catch up on that paperwork."

That's when her nostrils flared.

The following Monday morning, she had the balls to come into my office and ask for an assistant. I took my glasses off, put them on my desk slowly, and leaned back in my chair with my arms behind my neck. "Come again? I didn't understand what you said."

She was uncomfortable repeating it. "Sir, I need an assistant. I'm so overwhelmed I can't sleep very well at night. Look at the bags under my eyes."

Sure enough, not only did they look like bags, but more like suitcases.

She continued, "Last weekend, I didn't make it to one of my son's baseball games and ... I missed bunco, too!"

June was in my office bitching for 30 minutes. She shifted from one leg to the other in her 4-inch heels.

"Bunco? Isn't that a dice game?" I asked it with a smirk.

"Err...yes, it is."

I raised my voice. "Why should I care that you missed bunco?"

Her nostril action made a return appearance. "Well, I . . ."

"You don't really want to work here do you?" I knew she was in a jam. I put her in it.

"Oh yes, Mr. Carver. I actually need the job.” Her face was flush with embarrassment. "All my credit cards are charged to the max and I don't want my husband to find out."

I rubbed my jaw as if I was seriously considering her plea. "If I get you an assistant, you'll have to take on some other tasks. Do you understand and accept this?"

She nodded her head with relief.

The following Monday, there was a brand spanking new, bright eyed brunette, in the desk next to hers who was making quick business of completing the paperwork. It seemed to unnerve June, because she asked for permission to have a word with me again.

"What now?"

June was wringing her hands. "What other things can I do for you, Mr. Carver?"

I pulled open the desk drawer and gave her the glossy covered slut handbook. "Go stand in the corner and become very familiar with that manual. There will be a quiz afterwards."

June went home that day a different woman.

For several weeks, things were going well. She had the paperwork under control just as I had her under control. Every day, she performed the other services as well. In fact, June had fallen so low off her high horse that I set up a camera in my office to record these precious moments. However, breaking her down was too easy and soon, she became boring ... until I introduced the red lipstick to our sessions. Then, I couldn't get enough of her.

I made her wear the smeared red mess on her lips while she worked at her desk. My office door was kept open so I could enjoy watching the other employees walk past making comments and snickering. Soon, the overall quality of her work declined. June arrived late to work 3 days out of the week. Scolding her became an exercise in futility. So, I had to fire the bitch for lack of enthusiasm.

Instead of begging to keep her job, June was relieved. She picked up her things, dropped the tube of lipstick on my desk, and left.

I anticipated this. That’s when the pictures I took came in handy. However, June was tipped off that the blackmail pictures were on their way to her house and intercepted them right before her husband pulled into the driveway. The next thing I knew, she came crawling back and now, is a little more eager to please, as a well-used office slut should be.

Now I get to indulge in my favorite part of the re-interviewing process.

June looked at me with some hesitation.

"You know the drill," I said.

She clamored up on the desk, snagging one of her stockings. The short skirt exposed her pantiless butt. The butt plug with the company logo was not in place as it should have been.

I cursed. "Bitch."

June’s butt curved up towards my hand. I prepared to hit a forehand across the target when the phone rang.

"Hey Carver, it's me. Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Did you get the pictures? I sent them by courier over an hour ago."

The guy had impeccable timing. "Let me call you back."

I examined the target further. In addition to adding new red marks next to yesterday’s blue ones, there will be another form of punishment exacted for the transgression.

"Count."

"One...two…"

June's counting started steadily, but, as the pace and intensity increased, she stammered, and then whispered. There were no cries or pleadings, but the warmth coming off the chastened cheeks made me want to hurt her more.

My dick was hard. "Get the tube."

Her voice quavered. "Yes sir."

She pulled it out of her bra, reached back to pull her butt cheeks apart, and applied the greasy red lipstick to her brown wrinkle. I stuck my cock in her lipstick-lubed asshole. I am such a rotten romantic.

I was a little disappointed that the bitch didn't scream as much as last week. Maybe she put a little too much lipstick on it. I made a mental note. By now, June was used to the pounding, but the instinct to pull away from anal assault only served to make me harder. As I held her fluffy head down on the desk with one hand, I slapped the side of her face with the other.

"Silly slut. Are you going to come in to work without your butt plug again?"

The butt plug was one of several acquired in Tokyo when I was finalizing the Cue-ball blackmail operation. They plugs were reproduced with the addition of the company logo and incorporated into the newly developed slut program.

"No...Sir!"

"That's better."

I'm willing to bet that she will be bounding in here tomorrow morning with a two-ton metal butt plug up her ass to make sure her husband doesn't get to see those pictures.

Her muffled response was loud as I ground into her one last time. All I could hear was the sound of the fan whirring overhead. I fished my cock out of the newly widened cave and tucked it away for later. Right now, I wanted to see those pictures.

After June slid quietly off the desk, pulled down her skirt, and headed towards the door, I had to give her one last parting shot.

"Don't wipe that lipstick off."

Red Lipstick copyright Nikita 2007

Disclaimer

This is fiction. Any resemblance to anything or anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Finally, always use lubrication. If in doubt, use more lubrication.