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Night fell on the small city of Rosington and young, beautiful Maria was finally alone in the Sunshine Insurance offices. She worked as the office manager for the small firm, a stupid title for a worse job that she had come to loathe over the last several months.

Her tiny pleated skirt swished as she stepped from desk to desk and office to office, turning off lights and dumping away any open trash. The janitorial service only came once a week, and so in the meantime, disposing of open waste was her job. She rather despised it, but she also despised having bugs and rats in the place where she worked, so she was diligent in her work.

Finally, with all the computers off, and with every important piece of paperwork circulated into the physical in-boxes of the other five employees of the small insurance agency, she leaned back against a pillar and took a breath. Time to relax. It was Thursday, and that meant it was almost Friday—and Friday meant she could forget about her life for a few days like a good American. Maybe she would make her pathetic excuse for a boyfriend buy her something he couldn’t afford. That always made her feel good for at least a little while.

For a few moments she watched the rise and fall of her breasts beneath the tight white blouse she wore. The men in the office—both of them—had been giving her a lot of stares today. She rather enjoyed it. Maria had made her way through high school and college with gentle flirting and teasing, seductive promises of showcasing her body that had never actually come to fruition. Scholarships were earned—and maintained—by simply convincing those **** enough to do all her work for her.

She had the body for such an exercise. Tight, toned, and busty, she was taller than most women and was strikingly beautiful, with a mixture of Brazilian, Native American, and Eastern European heritage. Her family history was more of a web than a tree, but as these things go, that resulted in her possessing creamy smooth, poreless skin and thick, dark shiny hair that almost never needed attention, unless she was really trying to impress.

That hardly ever happened. She found so few people she actually wanted to impress.

And so…here she was, an office manager for a do-nothing insurance agency. She got the job when the former manager had been in charge, Kyle, a man incredibly susceptible to Maria’s charms. She had been hoping to beguile him out of his savings entirely and maybe ruin his marriage in the process. But then he fell ill some months ago, and Maria, despite her best efforts, had not been able to land a job elsewhere.

She’d had *offers*, of course. Mostly sexual in nature. Plenty of men offering themselves and their positions to give her status and money. But nothing that really spoke to her—nothing that was the next stepping stone up to the complete authority that she wanted and knew she deserved for being so fantastically perfect. Her lips were angelic, her cheekbones high and imperious—capable of softening in the most seductive ways possible, and her eyes brilliant green. She took her own beauty as a fact of the world, like gravity or the sun rising.

It was…troubling, her inability to find better employment. Shaking for her confidence. Thoughts of seducing Kyle’s wife, Joslyn—who now ran the office—had crossed her mind repeatedly.

Her sexuality was fluid; all that really turned her on was power.

All her life, all she had wanted was power over others, and her beauty had given it to her. For it to start failing now filled her with doubts.

Something banged downstairs in the basement. She rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow—wasn’t she here alone?

Taking a large heavy flashlight, she walked downstairs to investigate. The light was on down there, but she still could use the flashlight for a club if needed. It was a good five pounds and her grip was strong from years of working out.

She heard voices.

“Come on,” said a girl. “No one’s around. Let’s do it. Please? Just once.”

“We can’t.”

This was Natalie and Robert, the newest interns from an outreach program coordinating with Northern University. Maria peeked around a corner to see them, holding the long sheet of her hair in place so it didn’t give her away. The two would work at the agency for a few months, filing and running errands, until their contracts ran out. They worked for almost no pay, less than the minimum wage thanks to a nice loophole in the state law regarding interns, and all for the promise of future employment which they wouldn’t get. Unless the Sunshine Insurance office massively ramped up its contract acquisitions, there simply wasn’t money to take on any new employees. Maria had her doubts they would even last through the year.

“You’re *really* cute, though. Can’t we please kiss? I promise you’ll like it.”

Natalie was an especially lovely young woman, just barely eighteen. Her body was slender, displayed today in a pair of extra-tight skinny jeans and pair of supple leather boots with tall heels, the sort that advertised she was hoping for a boyfriend soon. Her breasts were small, but perky, and nicely filled out the aquamarine sweater she had on. The young intern had thick dark hair she kept in a stylish ragged tangle about her skull and light blue eyes that lit up her face, looking almost like a Midwestern version of the more exotic Maria. The superior beauty noticed with pleasure, though, that her own hair was in better shape, and she was taller, and she did not suffer from any of the smoking acne that Natalie had seemed to pick up.

Ticking off the ways she was better than other women was an enjoyable exercise for Maria. It was a way to hold power over them later, to bring down their self-confidence so they wouldn’t even have the drive to step out of line. She could land a comment that sounded harmless enough that was capable of ruining a woman’s entire day.

She had done it earlier that morning with the bubbly, overweight blonde sales girl, Quinn.

Oh, dear. You must have woken up late today, yes?

And Quinn of course hadn’t woken up late that day, but all the same Maria could see her ego draining over the next several hours as she nitpicked herself for being so un-together that people commented on it.

At any rate, Natalie was pretty, and it was strange for Robert to turn her down. He was cornered against a series of boxes on a shelf, and kept trying to back up as Natalie advanced, head tilted.

“No, really. You’re very pretty, but—”

“*Thank* you,” intoned Natalie, as if she had been given the best compliment in the world. “I was hoping you’d like my sweater. Do you see?”

Maria could. The sweater was unbuttoned past the flimsy strap of her bra.

Robert was attractive, Maria thought. She couldn’t put her finger on why. He was rather tall, and fit, but otherwise seemed like sort of a schlub. He had blond hair that was never quite arranged and looked as though he hadn’t slept for months. His shirts were regularly untucked and his pants never seemed to fit all the way.

Something about him, though, in the brief interactions they’d had, made her skin tingle. She had ignored the feeling, marking it as the mistake in her chemistry that she knew it was. Perhaps there was a man out there for her somewhere, but it most certainly wasn’t Robert.

Maria was used to not being very attracted to men. Most of them were disappointing, like scared little children when she showed them who and what she truly was. The darkness of her desires, the unadulterated need for power. She felt often like she had been born in the wrong era. Maria would have been right at home as a mistress for some king, whispering in his ear and wrapping a slender hand around his thick cock while he laid down proclamations on his populace.

A woman like her was born to serve a King. It was a shame she never found one. The boyfriend she had now was only around to pay her bills for her.

“Natalie, button your sweater, please. This isn’t right.”

“I won’t,” she said softly. “Not until you kiss me.”

Her voice had become a soft, eager whisper, and she leaned forward to take Robert’s head in her hands. He caught her wrist, though, and Natalie stopped almost instantly. Her body became limp, the strength visibly gone from it.

“I’m sorry,” said Robert. “I didn’t want to. Y-you made me do it. I’m sorry. I’m—”

His apologies were cut off as Natalie dropped to her knees, crying out.

At first, Maria was alarmed. The young beauty shifted and moaned, her skinny body writhing and spasming. That’s when Maria saw the grin on her face, the heated flush of unrepentant pleasure.

She was cumming. Just like that.

Robert had made her cum with a touch.

Maria’s cunt had never been more wet in her entire life.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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