Internal Conflict at A&F

It was another tiring day for April at the office building of A&F. Her boss, Fred Wazki never seemed to run out of tasks to delegate her way while *he* enjoyed his scheduled "meetings" in his office. Though, she wished it could just be called what it really was. An all day fuck session while she carried his work-load on her back.

It had been this way ever since she began her employment as his secretary. Mr. Wazki would leave the *long* list of busy work on her desk before she arrived early morning and it be her job to get it all done before clocking out. It was tiring, but the exhaustion couldn't compare to how thankless it all was.

Instead, all of the praise went to the boss's favorite fuck toy, Diana. A radiant woman of Indian descend that the boss had met months ago on one of his trips to the UK. It was never specified to the rest of the office what roll she ever served in the company, but it didn't take a genius to read between the lines.

Not much was known about Diana, but there was no denying that she was an enchantress. Any guy with questions were quickly charmed into forgetting about any of their previous paranoia. The women meanwhile were dazzled by her seemingly endless tails of traveling around the world and impeccable sense of fashion. Even though she normally ended her days wearing very little around the office herself.

Sure enough over time Diana became an accepted and welcomed presence in the office of A&F. People would simply shrug seeing the sexy woman strut around in only a black thing and tape on her nipples, but since it didn't Interfere with their work it was no skin off their nose.

Sadly, April didn't have that same luxury. Diana's consistent antics with the boss meant one thing. Work, and lots of it. And were there ever "thank yous"? A raise? No! Just another day with a long list left on her desk. She tried to settle things discretely through HR, but mysteriously none of her complaints would ever go through. Instead it was the same back breaking grind the slowly chipped away at the mousy secretary's patience.

With that kind of friction it should have shocked no one when an altercation ignited. It was a simple mistake on Diana's part, bumping into April while she frantically tried to pass with a huge stack of papers. Next thing they both knew a nasty bump resorts in papers scattering like a flurry of snow. She had even offered to help, but by then it was too late.

April's face went as red as her locks. The secretary who never so much as raised her voice was now verbally tearing into who she went on to call "the bane of her existence." Ending her rant with the stinger, Diana's office ID might as well just have a picture of her vagina.

The three or four spectators to the fight were shocked as April stormed off to continue her work, leaving the half dressed woman in her wake. Meanwhile Diana just stood there stunned. She had never even noticed April before, let alone the effect her presence had on the poor girl. A pang of guilt was felt in her chest as a few people came to check on her.

"Hey, don't let April hurt your feelings." One coworker said, stopping himself from putting her hand over the nearly naked woman's shoulder.

"Yeah." another said. "She's just super stressed. Give her time to cool off and I'm sure she'll apologize." The female coworker said assuredly before they both walked off.

Diana meanwhile just ran her hand through her short black hair, trying to process what just happened. She wouldn't hold her breath for an apology on April's part, but maybe there was a small way she could make up for the stress she's caused.

Diana wouldn't classify herself as an expert on apologies, but she did know a thing or two about "relieving" stress. And if there was anyone in this office that looked to need a knot or two soothed away, it was the boss's poor overworked secretary.

Maybe it was April's turn to have a little fun...~

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April clutched the edges of her desk in a death grip. With all of her might she held back the animalistic sounds that grew inside her with each lap of Diana's talented tongue as it poked through the holes in her tethered nylons. The pleasure sent shivers up her spine as the licking traveled up from the ball of her feet to her sensitive little toes.

The ginger secretary's eye twitched as the motion seemly repeated with more vim and vigor. Diana only broke her ravenous routine in order to take April's helpless toes into her mouth, sucking with the same skill and talent that earned her this job in the first place. While engulfed, she softly fluttered to tongue against the tips of her toes.

Aprils eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt Diana's lips tightening around her poor piggies. In a last ditch effort to keep her torture secret she laid her head down on her desk, hiding her face with the makeshift pillow that were her arms.

Whispering as soft as she could, April tried her best to reason with the new keeper of her feet. True stuttered moans and nervous giggles she tried to get out her cries for reason.

"D-dianaaaa... p-p-plehehasse.. sto-aaaah-p!.." The mousy secretary tried to squeak out, her face as red as before. Only this time it wasn't in anger as it was the pure pleasure that had her fidgeting in her seat more than she'd like to admit.

Without taking her attention off her new lollypop, Diana only responded in her dry British drawl with an emphatic-

"Nope.~" Then quickly skittered her fingers down the length of April's arch for good measure.

"MMMPH!~" The ginger secretary muffled out from the death-lock that were her lips. She tried to hold her laughter back like Spider-Man with a train full of civilians, but the feeling of those nails against her soles were enough to make the girl feel light headed.

"N-no!....No no no nonohoho... Please! I-I-I-I'll do AnYtHiNg!.." The poor secretary begged, her cheeks filling up with air.

"Hmmmm... Maybe. If you apologize.~" The sexy woman cooed from under the table, finally giving April a breather and a chance to make nice. Though she had to admit, she was enjoying having a reason to play with her.

"Apologize!?" The flustered ginger shot back, insulted and confused by the prospect. She nearly lost control over the volume of her voice right then and there. How could she expect an apology after what she's done to her? How was she going to get through this with her pride? H-how in the world does Diana do that thing with her tongue?...

"You heard me April, apologize to me." The short haired seductress teased, punctuating her sentence with a passionate kiss on her captive's feet. It earned her the most adorable squeal, egging on to continue.

"Tell me that you're sorry. *kiss* And maybe *kiss* I'll *kiss* forgive you. *kiss*~" Diana continued to play, making each smooch as sensual as the last until April's reaction was akin to getting poked with a taser.

Diana continued the cycle, knowing the inexperienced girl would crumble eventually. She'd ask, be told no, and respond with a flat out make out session with her feet for a full minute. Then when she was done she'd ask again. Repeatedly April would stutter that she had nothing to apologize for, but such comments only played into the hands off the boss's pet.

"Suit yourself! Then *i'm* not sorry for this. Or this!~ Or this!~" Diana chastised as she went back to skittering her nails against the bottoms of April's feet. Working her way through the holes in her nylon to get at the sensitive pale flesh underneath.

It was so ironic that April was jealous of her, since really the shy secretary had very little to be shy or jealous about. With a pretty face and an even more beautiful body, it would take her no effort to get whatever she wanted out of a pig like the boss. But her tired feet told a different story, and so did the faint smell of excitement Diana could smell coming from her.

"Hehehhahmmmmphphphp!" April couldn't hold back anymore, laughing herself silly into her arms while the office around them was none the wiser. She tried to pull away, but the slender woman was surprisingly strong.

"April!" A male voice boomed. It was Mr. Wazki, and by the stomp of his footsteps it didn't sound good. "Stop sleeping on the job and get your head in the game. You're not in your bedroom, you're at work. Act like it." Fred chastised exhaustedly, waiting in his office for Diana to return for over an hour. Frustration had given way to anger and that was seemingly April's problem now.

Meanwhile under the table Diana could only chuckle at Mr. W's pathetic tantrum. In a petty way it only made her want to give more pleasure to the poor, mistreated secretary, so she did. As April sharply sat up to acquiesced Wazki's demands, Diana tucked her head between her thighs and pressed her lips to the soaked nylons of her plaything's crotch.

April's eyes went wide as she sat there at attention like a stone statue. Too scared to move, less she gave herself away to her angry boss standing right behind her. She breathed in quick and quietly, not knowing what would happen next.

Diana did though!~

She began to work her oral magic over April's nylon covered pussy. Slowly and rhythmically using her tongue to coax her to a nearing climax, not to differently then how she worked over the secretary's tired feet. And speaking of which!~

The naughty woman brought her hands back to the ginger's soles. She pet them softly with her nails, all while April did her best to keep herself quiet. She was so deathly afraid to move that Diana was basically able to do as she pleased with little resistance.

"Well? Apologize." Fred continued to push, slapping his thigh in an overdramatic show of Exasperation.

"Sorry." April replied quickly and quietly, as if she didn't even say it at all. Meanwhile she could feel every lick and suck of this gorgeous woman ravishing her between her legs.

"Sorry what?"

Diana couldn't help but roll her eyes at that, knowing he'd never dare speak to her in that manner. Not if he ever expected her to ride his dick again. She was happy her time her was coming to an end. And speaking of ending's she figured it was time for Aprils.

Diana went in for the kill. She focused all her attention to April's clit, triggering her to have the most intense orgasm she'd had ever seen someone have. Which made it all the more impressive that little April no-sold it. Only letting out a cry of "YES SIR!" As the cum soaked her panties and nylons.

April's face was beet red, praying to god her boss was finally satisfied. Thankfully she heard his footsteps stomp away, yelling for her to tell Diana to meet him in his office. Instantly April melted right into her seat, panting heavily as if she had just run a marathon.

As if nothing had happened, Diana got herself from under the table and kissed the exhausted secretary on her flushed cheek.

"Well, it looks like I'm needed in his office. Hope you can forgive me April.~" She then sauntered off into Mr. Wazki's office, ready to teach him a lesson in patience.

Feeling like it was her turn to be left in the dust, April just laid there in her seat. She didn't know how long it was until she felt ready to move again, but when she did she only felt confused. Somehow she had gotten out of that mess in one piece, but now she felt there had to be a talk between her and Diana. Or was she really just hoping to be played with again?

April stayed after work in order to catch up with the mischievous woman, but had learned she seemingly left early. Without any other options and her mind still reeling, the redhead went home hoping to speak with Diana tomorrow. The memory of the day's events brought her to several orgasms over the corse of the night

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The next day while walking to work, she saw several police cars outside of the building, all of which had sirens flashing. A crowd had gathered to see the boss himself, Fred Wazki, taken away in handcuffs as a flock of news teams followed. All of them talking about insider trading. Along with Fred, several other high ranked managers were seemingly taken away as complies to the crime. Including the head of HR.

April watched through the crowed as the man who yelled at her less than twenty four hours ago was now being dragged away. Brought face to face with a woman in a fashionable black trench coat, black sun hat, and a thick pair of expensive sunglasses.

Whoever it was, her former superior was incensed to see them. By the time whatever conversation they had was done, Fred was left barking like a mad dog. Cursing and screaming as he was dragged away into the cop car and locked inside.

When April was finally let through the entrance, Diana was nowhere to be seen. Not much of anyone could be seen actually. No doubt everyone were outside treating themselves to the spectacle of Fred's incarceration.

The only thing that was there to greet April was a piece of paper left on her desk like so many days before. Only this wasn't a list of things to do left by a thoughtless boss. It was an envelope left by higher ups to let her know that she would be taking over her boss's old job.

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