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Any hope of peace Caitlyn has at work today is shattered by the excited buzzing of the ground floor. There’s an undertone of nervousness too, like something went deeply wrong and the boss hadn’t found out. Yet. And ‘boss’ meaning her, who cursed herself for picking yesterday night of all days to go tech-free.
One of the nerds buried deep in the screen of his desktop looks up and finally notices her striding in from the glass doors, all pressed corporate wear and her fifth set of stockings. Five for day five. The others look up in turn and gawk at her, and she glares at them. They avert their eyes immediately. A thin man that she recognizes as her assistant scuttles to her. His glasses keep sliding from the bridge of his nose, which gets propped back up by a bony finger, and she wrinkles her nose at the heavy perspiration coating his forehead.
“Miss– Ma’am, um, there’s a situation, you see,”
“Do enlighten me, please.” she says shortly. Her own specs slide down, and she pushes them back up with an annoyed huff. Some technicians are still stealing peeks at her over their computers.
“It’s about your, ward, Vi. A video has sprung up…she’s seen to be taking a drug that could be used as a steroid– shimmer, it is called. Its gained traction, and the backlash could be, um, detrimental to her soccer career.”
“And is anything being done about it?”
“Preliminary steps have been taken, but we were, um, waiting for your go-ahead, ma’am.” The sweat seems to have grown in volume, and she can smell a distinct odor of something unwashed coming off of him.
“You’ve done nothing? Absolutely nothing? Since this video came out, what? Several hours ago?” Oh, my fucking god.
“As I um, mentioned earlier, we were, um, waiting for you to give us the signal, after the last time.” Everyone’s looking at her now, a collective intake of breath, waiting for her– inevitably negative, and loud– reaction.
“What are you looking at me for? You’re this,” she makes a gesture akin to taking a pinch of salt “close to getting fired with absolutely no prospect of getting another job, when I notify every firm in this city that you’re a bunch of useless, incompetent fools swinging your dicks around like it means something. Do I really need to tell you your jobs? Damage control? Hello?”
No one can meet her eyes, and the clacking of keys has begun, on a low crescendo. The threat is working, rightly so.
She continues. “Remember, if Vi’s reputation tanks, you won’t have a job for the next twenty years. So until that video is off the Internet, keep those cheeks clenched tight, ladies!” Her heels clack loudly on the tile floor as she turns to the elevator, leading to her office on the topmost floor. And she turns back, noting the murmuring that’s taken over the room, the undertone being of displeasure. “Pray a little harder, and maybe Santa will drop in a new Director this Christmas. But for now, less yapping and more of whatever gets the job done.”
The elevator opens then, and Caitlyn steps inside, signaling the assist to get in with her. The sweaty scent becomes more pungent in the closed space.
“Huck, I can perceive a rank odor coming off of you. When was the last time you showered?” she asked. “I apologize for any…inconveniences,” he starts, but Caitlyn cuts him off. She distinctly remembers him saying he’d be working overnight. “When we’re done here I want you to go straight home and take a long, hot soak. And maybe accidentally drown while you’re at it.” She is inordinately pleased with his shock at her lack of concern. “And don’t come back to work. Take the day off, or whatever.”
“I’m so sorry, Miss. It won’t happen again.” He almost bows, catches himself, and ends up in an awkward head tilt, which Caitlyn scoffs at. He needs to stop watching Game of Thrones.
“It’s ‘ma’am’ to you. Also place a call to Vi and get her here as soon as possible, I would like to speak to her.” she says. She switches on her phone and is bombarded with a shit ton of notifications, including her teen daughter asking for yet more funds. She sighs. She doesn’t particularly care what collegiate girls spend their money on, but a thousand dollars in two days?
“Yeah, about that.” the man starts sweating again. Literally how much sweat can a man his weight produce? “She’s already in your office.”
Caitlyn stares at him. The elevator hisses to a stop on her floor, and the doors slide open. “Every time I think you’ve reached the lowest point of your ineptitude you manage to break a new record. Just- just get the fuck out of my sight. Out!”
The man practically sprints down the flight of stairs at the opposite end of the tenth floor, eager to be away from her as fast as possible. Caitlyn rubs her eyes in frustration, walking to her office, distinct from the others by actual walls, as compared to frosted glass and a bronze plaque reading Director – Caitlyn Kiramman. She swings it open.
The younger woman sits stiffly in the couch, fussing at the pink strands of hair framing her face. She gets up immediately the door opens, grey eyes containing a mixture of worry and nervousness. Caitlyn brushes past her, going to her desk chair and draping her jacket over it, not once sparing her ward a glance.
She moves around to sit on the lip of her desk, facing Vi. Vi lowers her eyes, and she starts twiddling her thumbs.
“Are you alright, dear?” Caitlyn asks. Her voice is really loud in the silence.
Vi is thrown off by this, as evidenced by her gray eyes flitting upwards to look at the older woman in front of her.
“Um, yes, I’m good, I guess?” her wide eyes meet Caitlyn, searching for any chance that maybe she isn’t in big trouble. Not so fast, sweetheart.
“Good.” She pauses. “How the fuck did you end up in a situation like this?”
“I’m sorry! I was drunk yesterday, and um, my teammates dared me to take some of their stuff, and I- I just went with the flow. I didn’t know anyone was recording anything, I swear!”
“So you just ’went with the flow’, Vi? After I warned you time and time again about these things. Why? Were you afraid your little friends would see you as a sniveling pussy who only does what Mommy tells her to?”
Vi visibly flinches at that. Caitlyn approaches her until she’s right in front of her, and they are eye-to to eye, or rather Vi at the top of Caitlyn’s chest. Her gaze flits downwards for a second, appreciating her tits, barely contained by the white button-down, and lingers too long. Caitlyn cups Vi’s jaw in her hand and coaxes her gaze upwards.
“Eyes up here, darling.” Caitlyn tries not to let the effect of those wide gray eyes show on her face or her demeanor. “I’m sorry, but you absolutely cannot pull a stunt like that. People are dragging you in the mud, right now, and if you look bad, I look bad, and that does not end well for either of us.” She walks Vi backwards until the backs of her knees hut the couch, and she collapses back, Caitlyn coming to straddle her lap. Her skirt rides up, exposing more stockinged leg that Vi grabs a hold of and starts kneading in her palms.
“I’m sorry, mommy.” Her hands snake around to grasp her by the hips.
“So as you can see, Mommy’s really stressed out, and what you can do for her is,” she rolls her hips. Vi’s erection is making an appearance, nudging against her panties. “make Mommy feel really good so she can take care of you. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
“Of– of course,” Vi mumbles, starting to roll her hips insistently against her crotch. Caitlyn allows it, then grabs the hands still gripping her hips tightly. “No, none of that. You’ll do as I say, and nothing else. Is that clear?”
Caitlyn then lowers her mouth to Vi’s, initiating a kiss that would deepen, their tongues clashing and wrapping around each other. Caitlyn rolls her hips over the bulge that is becoming very prominent in the front of Vi’s trousers, ensuring there would be a wet spot on the crotch. “Already so hard for me?” she murmurs against Vi’s open mouth. “Tell me, were you expecting this when you walked in here? For Mommy to ride your dick six ways into Sunday, hm? Is that what you wanted? You think this little tryst would make me forget that you created a problem that I now have to fix?” Her voice hardens– in that tone she uses to lecture someone beneath her, and her hands come around Vi’s neck and squeeze tightly, harshly, robbing Vi of her air for several long, agonizing seconds. She ceases grinding on the thick shaft, and a high, choked whine leaves Vi’s throat.
“I asked you a question, darling.”
“I wanted you to- ngh!- take care of me,” Caitlyn has allowed her a little breath, and Vi’s voice has been reduced to breathy exhales.
“Get your cock out, now.” Caitlyn orders. She lifts her hips off slightly and watches in amusement when Vi fumbles to get her belt and fly undone and push the trousers down a little past her legs. Her cock is straining against the fabric of her boxers, which she pulls down frantically so that her dick juts out freely. It is swollen and slightly red, rivulets of precum gathering at her tips and rolling down her length.
Caitlyn’s reaction is always the same when she sees Vi’s cock, a exhale that comes out as a moan. “My little girl’s so ready for me, hm?” she purrs, giving her dick a few tugs, Vi’s hips lift off the couch and desperately into her fist, eager for any contact, any friction.
“Relax, baby. Mommy’s got you, alright? Just feel it through.” She presses a kiss to Vi’s open mouth, then lifts herself up, nudging her sodden panties aside, and after an experimental rub across her slick folds, which has Vi breathless and rocking– against her wishes, she sinks down, slowly on it, moaning at the stretch and burn.
Vi's size never fails to surprise her. Her cock is so, so big, and she struggles slightly to take it all in, her cunt stretching to accommodate her girth. Vi’s hands grope her ass tighter, trying to get Caitlyn to sheathe her faster, but Caitlyn stills her hips immediately.
“Seems you need to learn a thing or two about listening.” Her voice has a lecturing cadence, and Vi stills immediately. If she isn’t good and Mommy gets mad at her, too she may well send Vi out of her office, tenting her pants for all to see. She came really close to doing that before. And she wants to be good this time.
“Do you want to make Mommy feel good?” Caitlyn asks. Her voice has deepened with the exertion of staying still, of not just sinking down completely and riding Vi senseless. Using her like one of the dildos she keeps at home.
“Yes, yes I wanna, oh, god- yes,- “ she babbles on incoherently. Anything so she can feel Mommy’s dripping wet walls around her dick. It’s been so long.
“Relax then, sweetheart. Let me do the work.” She resumes rocking her hips, swiveling them, as she takes her slowly her inch by inch. Vi buries her face in Caitlyn’s chest, mouthing vainly at a nipple through her bra, leaving a wet, transparent spot on her shirt. Vi’s trying to ground herself. She can feel herself reaching her end, really fast, and she knows Mommy will not be pleased if she busts too quickly.
Finally Caitlyn seats herself with a drawn-out moan. Vi is whimpering underneath her, at her chest, and she smiles softly. She grabs a fistful of pink, chopped hair and coaxes Vi’s pleading eyes to hers, face partially squished against one of her tits. “Aw, poor baby,” her tone is condescending, and Vi feels herself pulse, gripped tightly by the older woman’s cunt. “Want me to pop a tit for you?” Vi’s head bobs in affirmation, and Caitlyn unbuttons the first few rows of her shirt, so her bra peeks through, and roughly pulls a cup down so that Vi gets a faceful of generous boob. She latches on a nipple and sucks earnestly at it. The buds are sensitive, and Vi’s ministrations sends a jolt straight to Caitlyn’s clit, and she rises and falls on her dick, quite heavily, drawing a surprised gasp from Vi, whose cock has thus remained forgotten.
Caitlyn resumes rocking her hips, never letting more than a few inches escape her cunt before sinking down, savoring the stretch Vi’s cock gives her pussy. It’s been a while, really, since she invited Vi to her bed, and she missed this feeling. Vi, on her part, sucks earnestly on her breasts, hand coming up to grope at her other breast, still covered by her bra. It may be unrealistic on Vi’s part, but Caitlyn is a mother, and maybe if she sucks hard enough, warm milk would spurt out of Caitlyn into her greedy mouth. Her hand roughly pulls down the bra cup of the other breast, and she rolls the exposed tit in her palm, catching her nipple between middle and ring finger and kneading the flesh around it.
Caitlyn clenches once, twice around her cock, and that, with the conjured fantasy of her breast milk, sends Vi over the edge. Her hips buck helplessly into Caitlyn, and she withdraws from her breasts, refusing to meet the doubtless icy gaze of her mommy, as she mumbles “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, couldn’t control it-“, as her seed sprays Caitlyn’s insides.
When she’s finished there’s silence, interrupted by Vi’s panting. She still won’t meet Caitlyn’s eyes, and Caitlyn’s hips have stilled. A white sheen is making its way around her stretched hole, stuffed full of her cock.
“Look at me.” Caitlyn’s tone brooks no hesitation. She’s already disobeyed her mommy once, and she isn’t willing to risk another go. Vi looks up, and sees that while Caitlyn expression is completely calm, her eyes are burning with fury. “My assistant can’t do his job right, my subordinates can’t take instructions, you wouldn’t listen to me when I warned you off drugs, and now this, too? What part of ‘control your fucking self’ do you not understand?”
“I’m sorry!” Whining will one, not help her case and two, will make Caitlyn assume she’s trying to be bratty- another terrible idea, so she lowers her voice. “I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I can eat you out, or use my fingers-“
“no. You’re not doing any of that, Violet.” Shit, the government name. “You’re going to cry for me. Since apparently Mommy’s little girl can’t do anything right,” Caitlyn rises once again, and the oversensitivity makes Vi shudder in the slight pain, “and her pretty face is all she’s good for, you’re gonna cry real good for me.” Vi is breathing heavily, and Caitlyn stifles the urge to gather a glob of spit and let it drip into Vi’s open mouth. “I want to see those tears, girl. So get hard, quickly, I haven’t got the patience.”
Vi is already half hard from being inside her all this while, and through the painful drag, her walls coax Vi back to full mast inside of Caitlyn, and she does her best to stay still, so the overstimulation doesn’t kill her.
Caitlyn is having none of that. she transitions from rocking on her cock to bouncing on it, making tears spring to Vi’s eyes. She buries her face in the crook of Caitlyn’s neck. “it’s too much, I already came- I’m sorry, mommy, please,”
“Ah, ah. No hiding from me.” Caitlyn guides Vi out of her shoulder so they make eye contact, and she uses her thumb to wipe the tears streaking through her face. “Mommy likes it when her little girl cries for her, so you’re gonna keep doing that, yeah?” she resumes her bouncing, and her tits slap at Vi’s face. Despite the pain, she can feel a pull in her gut, her balls. She’s going to come, soon. She doesn’t want to tell Caitlyn, afraid she’d edge her, or something as a punishment. And her poor cock has been through enough. Caitlyn is clenching hard around her dick, signaling she’s about to climax, too. “I’m gonna listen to what you tell me, please,” she starts. “I’ll be good for you, I’ll control myself, I won’t- I won’t take anyone’s words over yours, I promise,” Her balls are drawing up tight, and she squeezes her eyes shut as hard she can, willing herself not to come.
“You want to come again so soon, hm? That’s why you’re saying all those sweet words, so I’ll let you cum.” Caitlyn caresses Vi’s cheek, and Vi opens her eyes, teary and pleasing. “You come again before I do, you won’t like comes next. Do you understand me?” Vi whimpers. She’s so, so close, and the thread that’s holding her back is fraying. Her hips stutter once, and she gasps, planting them back into the couch so she doesn’t come. Caitlyn has pity on her, and sneaks a hand between them, rubbing tight, furious circles on her clit.
“I’m gonna– cum right– the fuck, Vi!” her eyes roll back into her head, and Vi holds Caitlyn close, guiding her through her orgasm and trying to ground herself.
Taking much needed breaths, Caitlyn asks, “You ready to listen to instructions now, my sweet?” Strands of blue hair stick to the sides of her face, and she has to rub out the fog from her glasses.
“Yes, mommy,” Vi’s voice is lower than a whisper, as if any further exertion would make her lose it, without her permission. “Please, may I come?”
Caitlyn rolls her hips once. Her slick and cum has spattered across Vi’s lap and her shirt, and on her thighs. “Yes, you may, baby.” She keeps rolling her hips, reveling in the wet sounds the combination of Vi’s cum from her first orgasm and her slick make as they slide against their skin. Vi comes with a deep extended groan, head buried in Caitlyn’s chest all the while, and Caitlyn could swear she can feel each lash of semen in her womb.
She presses a kiss to Vi’s sweaty forehead, and then her mouth. “You did so well for me sweetheart. I’m gonna get off now, okay?” She slides off Vi, and they both hiss at the sensitivity. Both of their feet have fallen asleep and Caitlyn wiggles her toes, wincing at the pins and needles sensation, before reaching over for the ever-present box of wipes (the one thing her assist was good for) and sets it between them. “Do you want me to clean you up, or…” Vi is too blissed out to fully hear what Caitlyn has said, so she does it herself, wiping the soft cloth over Vi’s taut stomach, her hips and legs, and he soft cock, laying limply on her stomach, drawing a pained grunt. After wiping herself down and arranging her clothes to be slightly presentable– her shirt is ruined and she will have to get a spare from her assistant (who is, yes supposed to be at home, on her orders. New orders can be given.) She rucks Vi’s underwear and trousers back over her hips and buttons them, content sighs coming from Vi all the while.
“Come lay on my lap, baby girl,” Caitlyn coos softly, and guides Vi’s head to her skirted lap, when she promptly falls into a light snooze.
“Hey, Siri,” she says. “Please make a call to Mr. Huck and put it on speaker.”
A moment later, a dial tone sounds in the silence.
“Hello? Huck speaking.”
“Get your skinny ass back here, and order a change of clothes, plus reports on that blasted video.”
“Oh-“ There’s a splash. Did he really take the ‘soak’ thing seriously? “I’ll be right there, ma’am!”
And Caitlyn waits.