In the months that came after the eventful I did not see much of Wanda. It had been both a great turn on as well as humiliation, being beaten by a girl, forced to be naked and to wear het satin panties and lingerie. But since I managed to act fairly normal during the party and many were drunk beyond having any memory I came off quite unharmed. Only in my mind I felt the pain afterwards, but it also left me with a certain empty feeling. I had glimpsed into another world which existence I sensed and which was exciting and adventurous, but was also dangerous. I needed to get away from that, if I wanted to be safe.
But then things happened with great speed, and my world was in turmoil. Our director suddenly passed away, heart attack. During a meeting he suddenly went white as a sheet, his hand went to his chest, mid-sentence and the next moment he was gone. A shocking experience. Luckily his daughter Wanda wasn’t there, she was devastated upon the news. She nearly blamed us for doing nothing, not saving her dad. But once grieve came over her she calmed down. I must say she was beautiful at the funeral, she held a marvellous speech, and was incredibly sexy, I must admit. She was dressed very luxury, daring even, but also classy. She was a Lady of Style, and I admired her for that. When it was my turn to say my regrets she hugged me, just me, showing somehow there was some bond between us.
A quiet week passed, no management on the working floor, and then there she was. During lunch she joined us in our favourite restaurant and took it all in, our condolences again, our words of support, the buzz of the work. We walked back as a group, but before we went back to work she asked me to see her at about 6 pm, when everyone was practically gone already. I did find it a bit strange, but I guessed she wanted to be informed, after all I had a little dark corner of the companies work and we were all frightfully busy.
I knocked and entered without waiting her response, she stared at me, not very friendly.
“I did not hear myself say enter, did you?”
No, I didn’t either was my reply.
“Then let’s try again, shall we?”
What was going on here? This was appalling, I wasn’t a schoolboy that needed to be reprimanded. I was one of the top notch specialists in my work, I earned a lot of money for the company, so why? But I thought, must be the shock, give her some space. We do it her way. I knocked, and waited. After 10 long seconds came a soft reply
“enter”
She did not seem ready however, just continued checking things on her computer, wearing very sexy glasses that matched her outrageous red hair. I took a chair and sat down.
“I did not gave you permission to sit”.
Now, this was going too far.
“no I am aware of that, but its practical. You don’t want me towering over you, do you Wanda?”
But instead of a smile, it was a joke after all I got an icy stare.
“okay, we play this the hard way. We had a match before, and you remember how it ended?”
And with ending that sentence she produced a plastic bag and dropped it on the table.
I flushed at the thought, embarrassed. I was also curious, what was she playing at this time?
“sure, you won. But that was not related to work, we had a bit of fun. And I admit I failed, myself mainly. But this is work. Sorry. I think we should stick to that”
“why don’t you look what is inside the bag?” she simply replied.
