Another story from the dim past. -halhow3
CORPORATE DECISION
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Sheri Anne Miller was the very picture of the successful American
business woman. At the age of 29, she had worked her way up the
corporate ladder to the position of head sales manager for the
firm of Harcourt and Johnson Inc. Only a few people knew the
truth, that she had lied, cheated, and fucked her way around every
obstacle in her path. Beaneath the long blonde hair and the pixie
smile lurked the heart of a predator. A vicious animal who would
let nothing stand between her and what she wanted, and right now
what she wanted most was to be appointed the first female VP the
company had every had.
Harcourt and Johnson was an old and conservative company run by an
old and conservative man, Thornton Wilbur Harcourt IV,
great-grandson of one of the company founders. Normally a person
of Ms. Miller's age, (and a woman yet), could wait a hundred years
and never be appointed to a vice-president's post, but times where
changing. The board of directors wanted to bring the company into
the future. One way to do this was to give women more voice in the
day to day decisions, so word had come down from on high, that
Thornton Harcourt was to appoint a female to the position of
vice-president. Everything would have been perfect except for one
problem, there was one other possible candidate for the job.
Her name was Abgail Meridith Smith. Like Sheri she was a fast
corporate climber and would do whatever it took to get ahead. At
31, she was the youngest manager that central purchasing had ever
had. Her long dark brown hair and startling blue eyes where both
assets she used to full advantage.
All told, the two women had a great deal in common and therefore,
hated each other totally. On more than one occasion a chance
encounter in the ladies washroom had led to name calling and
threats. At least twice they had actually come to grips, clinching
their bodies together and staggering back and forth across the
washroom floor, pulling hair and ripping clothes, nevertheless, the
final showdown never came. The truth was they didn't dare to
actually fight it out.
Sheri was confident she could take Gail in a catfight, but not
for free. There were bound to be some ugly scratchs and dark
bruises that neither woman could coverup or explain away. Word
would get out about the fight and staunch old Harcourt would never
promote a woman who was catfighting her rivals in the company
restroom. So Sheri just bidded her time, waiting for some chance
to humilate or disgrace her rival and Gail did the same.
The showdown came on a late Friday afternoon. Harcourt insisted on
holding a manager's meeting every Friday after lunch. While
Harcourt held counsel with the VPs at the top of the table, all the
department heads sat around the bottom, waiting to answer questions
should the need arrive. The table was very long, but not very wide.
The personnel department thought the narrow table gave the meeting
a friendly air, but all it really did was shove Gail in Sheri's
face every Friday afternoon. The highly ordered seating arrangment
left them face to face at the very end of the table.
As usual Harcourt was droning on about one boring subject or
another while the two rivals exchanged baleful glances over the
tops of the folders open in front of them. Today's meeting had
already run on for two hours and showed no signs of ending soon.
The room was unconfortably warm and Sheri's left leg was falling
asleep. As she uncrossed her legs, she accidently brushed one of
Gail's legs under the table.
Irritated by the contact, she pulled away only to feel Gail reach
out and deliberately push her with one foot about a minute later.
Irritated again, Sheri pushed back and thus it began.
The two women began pushing against each other with their legs,
under the table. Meanwhile, the meeting continued along with no
one else the wiser.
Soon they slipped off their shoes and began to leg wrestle, locking
their legs over and around each other. Both women were wearing
pantyhose that day and the nylons slipped and slid as they
intertwined their legs and began squeezing and squirming. As the
two fought, they slipped lower and lower in their seats. This made
their skirts ride up higher and higher on their thighs freeing more
and more leg for the fray below.
At this point there was no point in denying the obvious, Sheri and
Gail were fighting The long held hostility between these women
could no longer be restrained. As the company bigwigs continued
their conference at the top of the table, the two female managers
were fighting it out a the bottom of the table. Unknown to anyone
else in the room, the two women were locked together in brutal
combat. Thigh to thigh, with their legs crossed and recrossed the
two women strained against each other in a vicious contest of
strength and stamina. The only sound was the ocassional whisper of
rubbing nylon as they wiggled and squirmed in each other's grip.
After a time, Sheri noticed a warmth on her right knee. Soon she
realized her knee was wedged tightly into her rival's crotch. This
gave Sheri a wicked idea.
With a gentle rocking motion, Sheri began grinding her knee into
Gail's vagina. Within moments a quiet gasp from the other side of
the table told her that her efforts were meeting with success. The
warmth on her knee increased and then Gail suddenly released her
grip on Sheri's legs and pulled away breaking the contact. Sheri
thought the battle was over, that is she did until she felt Gail's
foot run sensuously up her left thigh.
The foot continued on course, higher and higher until it found its
way to Sheri's nylon clad crotch. There it quickly buried its
self and began to make slow maddening circles over and around her
clitoris. The effect was electric and Sheri dropped the pen she
had been playing with. After a moment of hesitation, she forced
her foot between Gail's thighs and the battle was on.
It required nerves of steel to sit there quietly as the two women
rubbed their feet into each other. Sheri wanted to jump up and
fling herself onto Gail, but instead they just sat there driving
their feet deeper and deeper into each other as they rubbed each
other to sexual madness.
If the room was uncomfortably warm before, it was blazing now.
Sheri's blouse clung to her as sweat poured off her body. Across
the table, Gail wiped her face with a tissue and gave Sheri a
sullen glare.
Sheri's blouse wasn't the only thing becoming wet though. Her
pantyhose were soaked clean through. Gail was surprisingly good at
this. Nevertheless, the toe of her pantyhose was also damp from
its work in Gail's crotch. The battle continued, it went on and on,
and then suddenly Gail stopped. She pulled her foot away leaving
Sheri's now overheated sex exposed to the cool air under the table.
Sheri put her foot down as well, confused by the sudden ending.
Gail rooted through her purse and after a moment took something out
and slipped it under the table. After about a minute she placed it
in a folder and slid it across the table. When Sheri opened the
folder all she found was a nail file. It looked like a nail file
anyway, but Sheri knew that it was really a challenge.
Taking a deep breath, Sheri slipped the nail file under the table.
First she used it to rip out the toe of her hose, then with great
care, she used it to open a gapping tear in her pantyhose directly
over her pussy.
Putting the file back into the folder, she passed it back to Gail.
The nail file disappeared back into the purse and Gail gave her a
slight nod. Sliding down in her chair again, Sheri reached for her
rival as Gail's leg came sliding back up her thigh.
Slipping the free leg into a rung of the other woman's chair, the
two rivals moved their now bare toes to attack each other's bared
cxnts. Sheri quickly slid her foot between Gail's legs as she felt
the othe woman's foot find her now exposed crotch. There would be
no mercy now, this was a fight to the death, corporate death at
least. Sheri pressed home her attack, slipping her big toe deep
into Gail's pussy.
Gail gasped out loud as Sheri penetrated her. Harcourt stopped his
lecture just long enough to give her a stern look and ask if there
was a problem. Gail shook her head no and Harcourt returned quickly
to his discussion on declining corporate sales.
Sheri would have smiled except Gail's toe found it's way through
her tangled pubic hair and immediately pressed inside her. She let
out a little shuddering moan and received a stern look from the top
of the table in turn.
The meeting continued on course, while below the table, the fight
continued in ernest. Locked together with no escape, the two women
worked their toes deeper and deeper inside each other as each tried
to drive the other to screaming orgasm and public shame.
Sheri's sex was on fire. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure
started in her sex and worked its way out with building force. Her
breath became shallow and panting as her nipples became erect and
pressed firmly against the flimsy, sweat soaked blouse.
She wasn't going to make it she thought. Gail would force her to
orgasm and she would whimper and moan like a common whore in front
of all these stern faced old men. The folder before her was
swimming in and out of her vision. Her heart beat like a drum in
her ears. Any moment now and it would all be over, there was no
way to pull back, no way to escape. A high pitched squeaking scream
suddenly wrenched the air. It took Sheri a moment to realize that
the sound had came from Gail.
Gail squirmed in her chair, arching her back and moaning again and
again as Sheri finished her off under the table. Finally she
collapsed in a nearly silent whimper. Only after that last
fluttering gasp did Sheri release her grip on Gail's chair and
withdraw her dripping wet toes from her rival's snatch.
It was over, Gail looked up to see every member of the executive
board staring at her in complete amazement. Grabbing up her folder,
she burst into tears and fled the room. After a minute Harcourt
turned to Sheri and asked if she knew what was wrong with Ms. Smith.
Sheri merely shook her head and smiled.
The word came down on Monday, Sheri was the firm's newest VP. She
dropped by Gail's office to rub it in and found movers taking her
things out in boxes. It seemed that Ms. Smith was being
transferred to Kansas, the Siberia of Harcourt and Johnson. Sheri
found victory very sweet indeed. Who says you can't fuck your way
to the top, she thought as she headed back to her new desk on
excutive row.
The End
