The whole weekend, Jodie couldn’t settle. She tossed and turned in bed on Sunday night, unable to sleep. Finally, in desperation, she pulled her vibrator out from under the mattress and lay back. She let the images of Marie and Zoe wash over her; Marie tracing the damp patch in her knickers, Marie using her face, Zoe seducing her, Marie ordering her to kneel, Zoe forcing her onto her knees and using her face. Zoe and Marie, Marie and Zoe. Their face, bodies, pussies merged together until she couldn't tell who she was tasting, who she was licking, who she was fucking. She arched her back and with a whimpered cry, she came. She slumped back on the bed. It was a rather unsatisfying orgasm, but it did the job and she was soon fast asleep.
Monday morning, she’d convinced herself that she was going to get fired. When she entered the offices, Densie sat behind the reception desk with a smug look on her face. Jodie felt like going up to her and telling her Marie knew and she could kiss her own ass from now on but then sighed. What was the point? She’d be gloating soon enough. They all would when they heard she was nothing but a homewrecking slut.
She booted up her computer and was surprised to find the usual list of emails from Marie giving her instructions on what needed doing. As usual, everything needed to be done urgently.
One of the tasks was a lot of photocopying and she figured that at least she could hide out in the copier room while she gathered her thoughts. When the copier machine spat out the final pages, she gathered the files together and stepped out into the corridor.
She wasn’t looking where she was going and bumped into a young woman who was coming down the hallway with Densie. The files fell from her hands and she automatically dropped to her knees.
“I’m so sorry,” Jodie apologised as she scrabbled to pick up the pages.
“Oh my god, Fucktoy… I mean Jodie. What are you doing here?”
Jodie looked up and froze.
“Annabelle?”
Jodie picked up the last few pages and stood up. What the hell was Annabelle Peyton-Jones doing here?
“Oh wow, Jodie. I didn’t realise you were working here. Who’d you sleep with to get the job?”
She snorted with laughter as if that was the funniest joke in the world. Densie just smirked and Jodie could feel her cheeks flush.
“I… um... I’ve been here a few weeks. But what are you doing here?”
“Well, that’s the oddest thing.” Annabelle leant in closer and whispered conspiratorally. “I was headhunted.”
Jodie’s mouth dropped open.
“I know,” Annabelle continued. “I got a call this morning. Asking if I was interested in a position. Well, how could I say no. I mean, how many people get the chance to work with THE Marie Gallagher?”
Densie coughed and pointed at her watch. “Ms Peyton-Jones, we need to get on with the tour. I’m sure you can catch up with FT later.”
Annabelle nodded and turned to go, then turned back.
“We must catch up for a coffee. Ciao.”
Jodie watched her go. There was a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach. Memories of Annabelle calling her a fucktoy and telling her to kneel and crawl under the table in the library study rooms came into her head. She watched the tall blonde woman walking away. Her ass looked so good in the charcoal grey skirt she wore. Her jacket draped over her arm. Jodie could see the outline of the bra through Annabelle’s thin white blouse.
Marie would like Annabelle, Jodie thought. They were both posh girls who liked using her. Thought of Marie and Annabelle both using her at once suddenly filled her head and she slumped into her seat as her legs gave way.
It had to be Marie who’d phoned Annabelle. Marie must be planning something, Jodie reckoned. Maybe it’s a coincidence, she tried to reason with herself, but deep down, she knew.
She sat at her desk, trying to imagine what was going on in Marie’s office. Her stomach did another knot twist as she remembered how she’d told Marie everything that Annabelle had done to her at university. Despite herself, she squirmed in her seat as she reminisced about Annabelle telling her what a needy little fucking slut she was as she pushed Jodie down to the floor. How Annabelle told her she was such a good fucktoy she didn't need to get a job, she just needed a pussy to worship. How Annabelle had told Jodie… “Smyth, get your fucking arse in here, now!”
Marie’s dulcet tones cut through her reverie, and Jodie snapped back to the present. She stood up, brushed down her skirt and walked purposefully into Marie’s office.
Marie watched her walk in and then closed the door behind her. Jodie stood, noting that Annabelle looked very relaxed and comfortable sitting on the spare chair by the side of the desk. Marie sat down again behind her desk, leaning back in her leather chair and swivelling slowly from side to side.
"We were just talking about you, Jodie.”
Jodie kept her face impassive. She’d thought as much.
“It’s such a coincidence that you and Annabelle know each other from university.”
Jodie could see the piles of intern applications scattered across Marie’s desk. Coincidence, my arse, thought Jodie. You’ve trawled through the application forms, searching for an Annabelle who was at the same university, doing the same course I did at the same time. Instead of saying all this, Jodie merely cocked her head a little to one side and nodded.
“Annabelle was just telling me how well-trained you were. I obviously haven’t been able to exert that sort of control but she assures me you were quite the submissive.”
Jodie blushed, her gaze switching from Marie to Annabelle and back again. The two women just sat and stared impassively at her. Finally Marie spoke.
“Strip for us.”
Jodie stared at Marie in disbelief. Her mouth opened. “Maire, Ms Gallagher, please. You can’t make me do this.”
“Look, Smyth. I spoke to HR and they told me I can’t fire you for sleeping with my wife. So as long as you want to stay here, I’m stuck with you.”
“Fucktoy!” Jodie’s attention was so focused on Maire that she flinched when Annabelle barked her name. Her pet name. Jodie slowly turned to face her.
“Yes, Miss?” The response was automatic, Pavlovian really. Annabelle merely indicated the floor in front of Jodie. The months fell away as Jodie lowered herself onto her knees. She felt she was back in the library. Back in study group with Annabelle using her as a masturbatory aid.
“Good girl,” Annabelle whispered and despite herself, Jodie felt a swelling of pride in her chest. “Now crawl!”
Jodie glanced at Marie, who sat impassively watching, her chin resting on her hand, as if watching a tv show she only had a passing interest in. Jodie turned to face Annabelle and began to crawl.
As Jodie crawled, Annabelle spread her legs wider. The sheer black hold-ups framed her white lace panties perfectly.
“You’re such a good little fucktoy, aren’t you, Jodie?”
Jodie just nodded. Her eyes gazed up at Annabelle. She loved the praise Annabelle used to lavish on her after she’d been a good girl in the library or after she’d been used in the bathroom or after she’d been fucked in Annabelle's apartment. Annabelle had told her once that she was her ‘dirty little secret’ and that her boyfriend wasn’t to know about how she used Jodie as her fucktoy. She fleetingly wondered if her boyfriend still didn’t know.
She stopped crawling when her face was inches from Annabelle’s panties. She could smell her arousal. She could feel her own excitement building. Her panties were getting damp as she knelt on the office floor.
“You know what to do, fucktoy, don’t you?”
It wasn’t a question, it was merely a statement. Jodie nodded and slid her fingers up Annabelle’s thighs, under her skirt. As her fingers rose higher, the skirt bunched up around Annabelle’s hips. Her fingers hooked in the lace waistband and she slowly unpeeled them as Annabelle lifted her ass slightly off the chair. Jodie carefully slid them down her stockinged legs and slipped them over her heels. She folded and placed them on the floor and then leant in and ran her tongue along Annabelle’s smooth wet slit.