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Tales of the CPA - Topping from the bottom (Amelia #1)

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Tales of the CPA - Topping from the bottom (Amelia #1)

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Tales of the CPA - Topping from the Bottom

Amelia Rutherford walked through the tunnel that connected her plane to the airport. She had the familiar feeling of resignation that came with years of experience. A tall woman of thirty-three, she had a slender figure, B-cup breasts and bottle-blonde hair over dazzling blue eyes. Smart, motivated, and beautiful, she had made her way to the executive board of her company in record time.

Beside her was James Hacker, her new assistant. He was only twenty-five, but had come with good references and she felt he had potential. First however he had to be put in his place, to be shown who was boss. Like any man in close proximity to a beautiful woman he had immediately begun fantasising about her. Despite having been told by his co-workers that Amelia NEVER slept with her colleagues, he had convinced himself that he would be the exception. She could see the lust in his eyes, the sly smiles and subtle winks as he attempted to win her over with what he thought was devilish charm. Amelia had cooly ignored all of it, being graciously polite and professional. But this afternoon was going to be different. He was going to find out just how hard she really was. She was going to build up his hopes - and then crush them to dust.

Outside of the office, she was technically "fair game" for any man with a strap and a badge - but her wealth and privilege protected her for the most part. Company cars took her to and from, work, she had "VIP access" to airports - (At least on the departure side, - she was still ordered to "strip and spread" when she got to her destination, thanks to "enhanced security protocols" that had been quietly enacted in Europe after the CPA had been passed.) Entering another country post-Brexit meant that she was supposedly a "security risk" - and would get the full treatment that was invariably given only to attractive young women. Since her Board role was International Sales, she travelled frequently, always being ordered to "strip and spread" before bending over a table for a thorough invasion with rubber gloves every time she passed through a foreign airport. She took this in stride, calmly stripping in front of leering men and allowing them to explore her body. After being searched on an almost weekly basis through her late teens and twenties, it was little more than an inconvenience. Moreover, she had learned that her beauty was a distraction for men - and a distracted man was weak. That was an advantage that she used at every opportunity. It actually amused her that even the most experienced and qualified men could have their "edge" totally removed by the exposure of female flesh, and she had cold-bloodedly taken advantage of it. Her lack of shame and cunning manipulation of her male co-workers had been key factors in her rapid rise to the upper levels of the company.

The pair made their way through the line toward the customs desk. Amelia seldom reached it - she was usually taken aside beforehand, and this time was no different. An armed security officer walked up.

"Miss Rutherford!" His voice was gruff and he had a thick German accent, but his English was quite good.

She turned to face him. He was typical of the men she dealt with on these occasions - mid-forties, slightly overweight, average looks - but an above-average ego thanks to the petty authority that his position gave him. A nametag on his less-than-impressive chest read "Hans Gruber".

"Yes?" she asked sweetly. She already knew what was going to happen - the same thing that happened every time she passed through an airport. Security would check the passport photos of the passenger lists, and know in advance if there was anyone worth toying with. Her fate had been sealed before her plane even landed. Her passport had no doubt been flagged by multiple customs agencies, ensuring that she would never be overlooked. Not once had she passed through a foreign airport without being searched.

Hans looked her up and down, grinning smugly. "You have been randomly selected for a security check," he said with obvious relish. "Please come with me."

"Very well. But I want my assistant to accompany me."

"Pardon?" The man looked confused.

"If I'm going to be searched I want a witness. For my protection."

This turn of events clearly stunned Hans- most women dreaded this kind of screening, and didn't even want it mentioned out loud. To have one ask for an audience was unheard of. He was about to refuse her request - but after glancing at James he relented. The young man had excitement written all over his face, and his eyes pleaded to be allowed to watch. "Very well," the officer shrugged. "If that is what you want. This way." He indicated a corridor off to the side. Amelia turned on her heel and strode down it without hesitation.

James couldn't believe his luck. His beautiful superior was about to be strip-searched right in front of him! It never occurred to him that Amelia had been through this countless times and she didn't need a chaperone. Amelia wanted him to watch simply so that the vision of her naked and bent over would be burned into his memory - and she could use that to her advantage. Whenever he faced her he would be consumed with frustrated lust - and his dizzied head could be easily turned in any direction she wanted. Even the other board members, who had paddled dozens of pretty girls, were distracted when they conversed with her, constantly imagining her as she had once been - bent over and bare-bottomed in front of them.

After a short walk, Hans gestured to a side door. "Wait in here," he instructed. James followed Amelia inside, and the door closed behind them, with a loud click that announced they were locked in.

The room was exactly what Amelia expected - bare save for a table, chest of drawers - and security cameras in each corner. She had been in many such rooms over the last sixteen years.

"Don't worry ma'am," James tried to sound gallant. "I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Well, anything untoward, I mean..." his voice trailed off.

"Oh really?" Amelia raised her eyebrow. "He's locked us in while he fetches a friend or two. I'm about to be strip searched by armed men who have the authority of law behind them. So tell me, exactly what will you do if they attempt anything 'untoward'? File a complaint perhaps?"

"I, ah, um..." James realised how foolish he sounded. He looked down at his feet - then back up again as he heard the rustle of clothing. Amelia was undressing, slipping off her jacket and laying it on the table before working on the buttons of her blouse.

James gazed at her in open-mouthed astonishment.

"We both know what's coming," Amelia said matter-of-factly. "Best to get it over with quickly, don't you think?" Her blouse soon joined her jacket, and she unfastened her skirt.

"Usually they bend me over the table," she continued. "But sometimes they put me on my back and do it gyno style, with two of them holding my legs apart. Which do you think it will be?" Her skirt was off now, and she stood in her white lace underwear. "Personally, I like it on my back." She unclipped her bra and tossed it casually aside. "After all, a man should have the courtesy to face a woman while he invades her, don't you think?"

James couldn't think of a way to answer. The mental vision of his lovely boss naked and spreadeagled was too distracting.


"Maybe, if you're lucky, they'll let you take a turn," she winked at her dumbstruck assistant. "How would you like that? Having your fingers up inside me? I'm nice and tight!"

James's head nearly exploded at this apparent invitation. "I... I would love - I mean... I wouldn't... I'm here to..." He looked down again. Admit that he would take his turn, or pretend that he was still her knight in shining armour? He didn't know how to deal with her question.


Amelia smiled at his awkwardness. You're just as dumb as the rest of them! Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and drew them down. They were added to the pile of clothes, leaving her naked except for expensive designer-label shoes. "You know what's funny? They never tell me to take my shoes off. Do you think that comes from porn? Or maybe most guys just don't like feet. I've never been able to figure it out."


James gaped at her, his head reeling. The erection that had begun after realising what he was going to see had become uncomfortably hard now, constrained by his trousers. He desperately wanted to adjust himself for comfort but had enough presence of mind to know that grabbing his dick in front of a female superior was not a good career move. Amelia had flawless pale skin, a tiny waist, and hips that were small but feminine. His eyes locked themselves on the hairless mound between her thighs and he took in the beautiful slit that lay between her outer lips.

"Ah, I'm not sure..." he mumbled.

"Tell me, are you a tits man, or an ass man?"

"Um... what?"


"It's a simple question James," Amelia said with weary patience. "Do you like tits, or ass?"

"I, um... I like tits." James was still grappling with the fact that she had stripped off in front of him.


"Well, I suppose I'm a disappointment then," Amelia shrugged as she indicated her small, firm mounds, topped by pale pink nipples.


"Oh no!" James replied emphatically. Finally his mind could actually engage with what she was saying. "They are fantastic!"


"I'm so glad," Amelia said cheerfully. "Most of the tits men like big knockers."

Hearing her apparent gratitude for his appreciation sent Jame's fantasies to new heights. She wanted him! She was glad that he liked her body! They were booked into a five-star hotel, and his imagination went wild as he pictured the two of them in a luxurious bed, with Amelia surrendering to his every desire. His pulse quickened and his mouth was dry.


"I hope they don't take too long." Amelia was pacing back and forth now, knowing that the well-defined muscles on her toned figure were moving hypnotically as she did so. She was poetry in motion, a vision of perfection that no man could resist. "I want to go over the sales agreement again before we make our presentation tomorrow. You'd be amazed how often the legal team does some lazy cut-and-paste. Sometimes it costs the company millions!"


James didn't give a damn about the company at that moment. The only thing he could think of was how beautiful Amelia was naked - and the things he would do to her when they got to the hotel. Surely, her brazen display could only mean that she wanted him! He had been told many times that she didn't sleep with colleagues - but maybe that was only true on the home front. What happens in Europe stays in Europe...


Amelia's performance wasn't just for James' benefit. She was psyching herself up for the ordeal she was about to endure. Despite her experience, a cavity search was still uncomfortable at best - and an unwanted reminder of how one-sided things were. Like most women who had grown up under the CPA she was resigned to her fate, but it still annoyed her that she could be stripped, fingered and spanked by men with badges. They got to use her for their entertainment, and there was nothing she could do about it except submit gracefully. She thought of all the fingers that had been inside her, all the times she had been ordered to present her bare bottom for punishment. Bastards! The exploitation of her body would continue until her looks faded and she was no longer of interest. She consoled herself with the thought that at least this time it would serve her purpose, and that James would be putty in her hands afterwards. She was going to put him under her heel - and keep him there...

His fantasies were interrupted when the door opened. Hans was back - accompanied by a second man, just as Amelia had said. Their smiles immediately turned to expressions of surprise when they saw that Amelia was already naked.

"Excellent," she nodded in approval. "Can we get started now? I have places to be."


When men searched her at foreign airports they imagined that they were inflicting humiliation on a beautiful and distressed woman. But for someone who had spread her cheeks for the colonic tube on scores of occasions, a couple of minutes being fingered was nothing to be afraid of. Her calm acceptance took some of the fun out of it, and many ended up annoyed at her refusal to be intimidated or ashamed.


Hans frowned. This wasn't going the way he expected. But he had met bold women before - and they usually changed their tune once he got down to business. "I have places to be as well!" he replied. "Your places in fact!"


James couldn't help himself from snickering at the joke.

Oh, you're going to pay for that... Amelia thought. A couple of minutes ago he had pretended to be her protector, but his pretence had been exposed - not that she had ever believed him to be sincere. She cast her eyes over the second officer who had accompanied Hans. The nametag on his shirt read "Karl Ulwe" - but she cared nothing for his identity. She was only interested in his body, which was impressive. Standing six-foot-four, Karl had the muscular build of a wrestler, and his cheap uniform shirt wasn't designed to accommodate such a frame. Around thirty years old, blonde and ruggedly handsome, Karl was a man she would have liked to meet under more sociable circumstances. While he was no doubt going to have some fun with her, he would never know what he had missed out on. She was a fireworks display in the bedroom, a memory that every man she slept with would cherish on his deathbed.

Hans opened one of the drawers and pulled out a box of latex gloves. He placed it on top of the bureau and then, in what Amelia could tell was a carefully rehearsed performance, he looked her in the eye while pulling one of the gloves through the opening. With deliberate slowness he dragged it over his thick fingers, never taking his eyes off her. The creaking and stretching of thin rubber were loud in the otherwise silent room. Once the glove was in place, Hans released the wristband so that it snapped back loudly.


"Turn around and hold your ankles," he said happily. "I believe you English girls are used to that!"


Indeed she was. Amelia had been ordered to "bend and present" for the strap on a near-weekly basis since her thirteenth birthday. But assuming this position for a search was actually a surprise for her. She was used to kneeling on a table with ass up and head down, sometimes laying across it - or occasionally, (when she was very unlucky,) being put on her back in the stirrups for a deep and thorough search that took her to the limits of her endurance.

"Yes sir." She turned her back and complied, spreading her legs and bending double She grasped her ankles and pushed her beautiful behind rearward, as if presenting for the strap. Compliance had been beaten into her from a young age, and she knew better than to refuse or argue. While Germany didn't have their own version of the CPA, and Hans wouldn't be able to physically punish her, she was well aware that he could use other methods to "teach her a lesson." He could have her detained on bogus security charges, have her laptop and phone seized - or even deny her entry to the country. So while she put on a brave face when dealing with men like him, she was careful not to push them too far. At the end of the day she still had to comply - a little sass was all she could get away with. But she was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her intimidated or embarrassed.

Hans removed a tube of lubricant from the drawer and flipped the top open. He applied a generous quantity of lubricant to his gloved fingers with exaggerated care. But it was Karl who mad the most surprising move. He stepped in front of Amelia and took hold of her buttocks. His hands were large and powerful - with a warmth that would have been enjoyable under different circumstances. Ignoring the fact that Amelia's tight little buttocks had already separated to display her holes, he spread her cheeks even further.

Amelia's concern was heightened when Karl placed his index fingers on either side of her beautiful little pussy and opened up her lips. She was now more exposed than she had ever been, except for her gyno exams and (thankfully rare,) sessions on the table. Her asshole, a small ring that was only slightly darker than the skin around it, was pulled at so hard that it no longer closed. Her lips were now so wide that Hans and James had a view few had ever seen - that of her inner labia and tiny little clit. Amelia's heart skipped a beat. This did not bode well...

Amelia gasped as Hans pushed his fingers deep inside her. She heard all the men chuckle at her discomfort, and clenched her teeth hard. She hated to give men the pleasure of a reaction. But thanks to her position, and Karl's hands holding her open she was fully vulnerable - Hans had gone all the way in one swift movement. She squirmed as she was explored, the fingers circling around inside her and then sliding back and forth roughly.

"Ung! Ah! Gnn!" Amelia grunted. Damn this prick!

She could hear "shlucking" sounds with each thrust of his fingers. More amusement for the men...

James watched in delight as his stunning superior was finger-fucked. What a show! His cock was so hard it hurt, and his balls ached for relief. God, what a day he was having - and what a night they would have together! Amelia's brazen display had convinced him that she would be in his bed later. It was a testament to his self-delusion that he expected her to be in the mood for bedroom antics after this - indeed, he chose to believe that this would leave her horny and needing satisfaction. And that had been part of her plan...

After a good minute of thrusting, Hans withdrew. Amelia let out her breath in a long sigh of relief. That had been bad! She heard the glove being peeled off and discarded. "Now we check the back door," Hans said cheerfully. He took his time donning the next glove, giving them the chance to admire her open holes. The lubricant was applied again, and then his fingertip rubbed against the lovely little rosebud in front of him.

"Aahh!" Amelia exclaimed as his finger was rammed into her. The men chuckled again. Her wide-spread buttocks allowed Hans to go in up to his knuckles with ease. He twisted around inside her, probing firmly in every direction. "Mmmnn!" she grunted. Fucking Gold-digger!

Hans started thrusting again, sliding his digit almost all the way out so he could have the pleasure of ramming it back in. He worked up to a rapid pace, buggering her relentlessly as she clung grimly to her ankles. "Gaaahhh!" she moaned softly. It was simply impossible to remain silent when getting reamed out like this!

Finally the lecherous security guard was satisfied that he had put Amelia in her place and withdrew completely, leaving her panting quietly. She heard the sound of the glove being peeled off - but remained tense. It's not over till it's over...

As she had feared, she was not given permission to rise. Instead, Karl released his hold on her soft little bum - and the two men swapped positions.

FUCK!

Her cheeks were spread once more, and Hans took great care in separating her pussy lips. She could feel cold air on her sensitive inner surfaces - but that was nothing compared to what would happen next...

The creaking of latex was heard again as Karl pulled a glove over his huge hand. A feeling of dread took hold of the young woman. This man was a giant, with big, lumpy fingers and a mountain of muscle behind them. She cringed as she felt him place a steadying hand on her upper thigh. She could feel the strength in that hand - and was reminded again of just how helpless she was. It was one of the times when she truly cursed the CPA, and the politicians who had enacted it.

Karl was just as enthusiastic as his supervisor - and his fingers were larger. Amelia gasped and moaned as she was invaded, biting her lip to stop herself from yelling out loud. She had taken some impressive cocks in her time, but fingers were a different matter entirely. They were harder and didn't squeeze or bend inside her. She knew how to ride a cock, how to move her body and shift her hips to take it in the most pleasurable manner - but this time she had no such option, being sandwiched between the two men while bent double and having herself held wide open for easy access.

"Ugh! Ahh! Gah!" she grunted as he plunged into her again and again. Goddammit! Enough already!

Karl would have kept going for longer, but a pointed *COUGH* from Hans indicated that it was time to move on. Amelia was grateful to feel the fingers reluctantly pull out of her slick, sore, (but still tight) pussy. Just one more to go...

James was drinking the scene in, his eyes wide and his mouth stretched in a grin that threatened to split his head in half. This was amazing! He was watching one of the most beautiful women he had ever met being thoroughly violated - right in front of him! There was an abundance of such scenes available on the internet, but seeing it live, with a woman who he worked with and lusted after was more arousing than any video could ever be. He could hear her struggle to control her vocalisation, smell her perfume - and his imagination had been so fired up by her previous behaviour that he believed it to be a certainty that she would be lying underneath him tonight.

When it came to her anal search, Karl shocked Amelia by sticking one finger into each of her holes and sliding them back and forth vigorously. This was a trip she would remember! Her love tunnel was bruised inside, and her back passage felt as if it had been rubbed raw, despite the lubricant. Tears moistened her eyes and she felt alarm as well as pain. She must not cry in front of James!

For a few moments it seemed that she would break - but then Hans interrupted his subordinate. "Enough!" he barked. "She has been searched - she must not be damaged!"

Amelia had already been 'damaged' by both men, but was relieved that the invasion of her sensitive openings was concluded. Karl ceased his frantic finger-banging, and withdrew his hand with a flourish that indicated he was well-pleased with himself. He stood, tore off the glove, and grinned happily at James, who was still staring at Annette's open and decidedly used holes. God DAMN! She had taken such a hard search! Mentally interpreting this in the way that best suited his fantasies, he told himself that Amelia "liked it rough", and would allow him to mount her as long and hard as he desired.

After Karl was finally done with her, Amelia relaxed a little. She was panting loudly now, but still not crying. They hadn't broken her! James however was still rock-hard and buzzing with excitement. Hans was still holding Amelia's cheeks apart. James swallowed hard. He looked at the security officers, praying that his dream would come true. Would they let him have a turn?

Sadly for James, his hopes were dashed. Hans released Amelia's gorgeous globes and gave her a hard slap on one cheek. She flinched at the unexpected pain.

"We are done!"Hans declared. "You may stand now!"

Amelia paused before standing. She released her ankles and quickly wiped her eyes to remove any tell-tale tears. She stood up slowly, her muscles stiff from being bent over for several minutes. She desperately wanted to rub herself to try and ease the pain within - but that would be an admission of how much she had been hurt.

Once vertical, she took a few moments to straighten her hair and tuck it back into place, while shaking her head a little and vocalising a quiet "hmpf!" that indicated irritation, but not shame. To the men in the room, it looked like casual acceptance of her exposed position. In reality, she needed time to pull herself together and was glad that James could only see her back. Once she was confident that she had regained control, she took a couple of deep breaths before she slowly turned to face her junior. To his astonishment, the expression on her face was not one of embarrassment, but of disdain.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked in an acidic tone.

It suddenly occurred to James that he was still grinning like an idiot and that Amelia had not enjoyed the procedure as much as he had. She no longer looked friendly - and he had given her reason to resent him.

"I... um..." What should he say? Admit that he had enjoyed it (as her previous behaviour had indicated she wanted him to,) or else try to deny it - certainly a lost cause given the expression he had been wearing. He didn't know how to answer.

I heard you sniggering James," Amelia's voice could have cut diamond, and her eyes were narrowed. "Do you think this was funny?"

"Um, no ma'am, it was I just..." his voice trailed off and he looked down again. Events had taken a sudden turn, and he couldn't keep up. A few seconds ago he had been imagining Amelia writhing in ecstasy as he thrust inside her - now that fantasy was fast receding in the face of her obvious scorn. To make matters worse, he discovered that his left hand had shifted to the front of his pants, and had been gently massaging his aching cock. He snatched it away and laced his fingers behind his back - but still had no answer for the woman who had suddenly changed from being a sex object to a threatening figure. He had never seen her angry before, but the expression on her face was one of cold fury.

"Perhaps these officers should give you the same treatment?" Amelia suggested. "You're a man, I'm sure you can take it."

The mere thought of being violated in such a manner sent a cold chill through James's body. His previously outstanding erection began to fade, and he found himself imagining a scene that was the complete opposite of what he had just witnessed.

"I'm not, I mean... I don't use... I'm a businessman!" he protested.

"And I am a business WOMAN," Amelia said with heavy emphasis. "But that doesn't mean anything, as you have just seen." She was still naked - and still angry. But mere exposure meant little to her - and she had a mission to put her subordinate in his place.

"So then James, she said as she resumed their previous conversation. "Have you reviewed that sales agreement?"

"The... that what?" James was struggling to get his mind on the job.

"The sales agreement," Amelia said pointedly. "The entire reason that we are here in Germany. Have you forgotten that?"

In truth, she was not as composed as she appeared. The search had been painful, and she was sore. Additionally, she was burning with rage about how she was treated by men like Hans and Karl. They used their badges to have fun at her expense, and there was nothing she could do about it. But today, she had someone to vent that anger on. She had already planned to give James a verbal flogging to dash his hopes of ever getting her in bed - but she was decidedly unhappy at the ordeal she had been through, and he was going to pay the price.

"Really, James, I thought you were QUALIFIED for this job!" She started dressing, ignoring the men who had explored her body. They weren't the first, and they wouldn't be the last. "I sent you an email last week - do you even read my emails, or am I on your spam list?" She put on her bra and then her blouse, fingers working briskly as she berated him. "This is a multi-million-pound deal. I've warned you about the dangers of being lax - don't you listen?"

James was taken aback by her mood swing. A few minutes ago he had been convinced that she would be his sex toy. Now she had seemingly turned into a viper.

"Um, yes, I looked at it..." he said lamely.

"Oh really? Then you can tell me what the VAT concession on the international sale is."

At that moment, James would have struggled to remember his own birthday. The details of a phone-book thick contract were simply beyond his capacity to recall. Having spent the last fifteen minutes consumed with his lust and fantasies, his mind was so far removed from the business world that his degree was nothing but a piece of paper - one that his expensive university would have revoked if they had seen his miserable performance.

"It's um... it's... I think..."

"You THINK?" Amelia said disdainfully. "But you don't KNOW!" She placed heavy emphasis on the last word as she reached for her jacket. She was now dressed from the waist up - but bare from the waist down. James' eyes were on the ground but still flicked up every few seconds for a glimpse of the pussy that he coveted.

Take a good look! Amelia thought. You won't ever get to touch that!

Hans and Karl were watching with surprise. They had expected Amelia to be a quivering wreck after her search, but to see her like this was an inversion of their expectations. As she lectured her now-shaken subordinate, they found themselves less interested in the beautiful woman they had just violated and more in the reaction of the young man who she was verbally taking apart. In seconds, James had mentally gone from Amelia's sexual conquerer to her whipping boy - and the shock showed plainly on his face. Amelia's back was to them now, her small round bottom on full display beneath her business jacket. The red mark of Hans' slap showed clearly on her left buttock, but she made no attempt to rub it - or to cover her lower body. She continued to question the young man - who of course failed every answer.

"What is the penalty payment if we fail to ship on time?"

"Who wears the costs if we are shut down by another health crisis? Us or them?"

"Is our supply chain for the lithium batteries secure, or is it on our "'financial risks' list?"

"I... um... it's... I think..." James could only stutter as his scrambled brain desperately tried to collect itself. If he had been a car, there would have been a dreadful grinding of gears coming out of his skull.

"If you can't provide the information I need ON DEMAND, you aren't any good to me. Understand?" Amelia said pointedly. "There are many people who would love to have your job - and I'm starting to think that most of them would do it better than you!"

"Um, I... yes ma'am," the shaken young man replied. His head was down, his shoulders slumped. He had failed completely - and could offer no excuse. This was exactly the response she wanted. She had taken him from the peak of his self-deluded pride to the depths of inadequacy and despair. He was at his weakest - and she was at her strongest. The mere fact that she could focus on business after getting digitally raped was remarkable. The fact that she could do it while still half-naked, without even bothering to pull on her skirt, showed the steel within her. He was a man, fully dressed and with an athletic build - she was a woman, slim and exposed. But she had broken him! He would always lust after her, but would never again dare to question her or fail to follow her orders. Putty in her hands...

She took a deep breath and pretended to consider her next words. Mere nudity meant little to her. What meant a LOT to her was the fact that James had been mentally destroyed. She knew that he would blame this on the men who had conducted her search, believing that they had ruined the chance that he had never had in the first place. Amelia liked to turn the male chauvinists against each other when she had the opportunity.

"You came highly recommended James," she said with obvious scorn. "It would be a shame if I had to call your former employers and tell them that they were lying."

Jame's face turned white. That would ruin his career! In the business world, reputation was vital. "I'm a good assistant ma'am!," he protested. "I won't let you down again!"

"You shouldn't have let me down THIS TIME! I expected better!"

Taking her panties off the table, she tossed them to James.

"You'll need these," she said with a sneer.

"Um, what?" James had lost the power of rational thought.

"For when you're wanking later on. I'm sure at least THAT is a job you can do competently. There's a bathroom down the hall - or would you prefer to wait until we get to the hotel?" She raised a questioning eyebrow.

James flushed crimson. Her eyes drilled through him, making it plain that she could read his thoughts. The security officers chuckled at his embarrassment. He had gone from being a smug, grinning man to an ashamed schoolboy, caught with his hand on his cock. Face burning, he hung his head in shame. His confidence was shattered, his dreams of bedding Amelia destroyed - and his job performance was dismal. He had been crushed on a level that he had not imagined - feeling like a tiny fish in an ocean. Amelia on the other hand, looked like a shark. Her obvious, (though tightly controlled,) anger had shown a side of her he had never seen before. Combined with her powerful executive position, she had the means - and the motive - to utterly destroy him. The delicate-looking woman he worked for had turned out to be the equivalent of a heavyweight boxer, an irresistible force that could run over him like a steamroller.

"I'm sorry ma'am," he managed to stammer out. "I... I'll try to do better."

Amelia stepped close to him and placed a finger underneath his chin. She pushed his head up so that he reluctantly looked her in the eye, and then spoke in a low, but savage tone.

"I don't pander to idiots. I don't tolerate incompetence, and I will never, EVER sleep with you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

James lips were trembling and he seemed close to tears. The formerly soft (and apparently slutty,) Amelia had suddenly become a monster - a predator who could eat him alive. The two security officers were openly laughing now - they had never seen a man humbled like this - especially not by a woman. James was a broken man - a man whose huge but fragile ego had been destroyed by a slender woman who was barely more than half his weight.

But the day had one final humiliation in store for him.

"Mister Hacker!" Hans called out. They turned to see him looking at James with a sly grin. He reached for the box of gloves again.

"It is your turn!"

Amelia burst into laughter. This was indeed a trip she would remember!



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Great story! I loved the way Amelia turned the tables on the security agent. The confident dialog with a slight hint of doubt as to whether her strategy would work was very interesting. Usually I prefer to read stories where the woman is at a complete disadvantage but your set-up and imagery was was so well told I was engaged from the start.

And James, Amelia's inexperienced assistant. being drafted by her to act as her witness was a very nice touch! I could easily see his expressions throughout the whole ordeal getting to witness his new boss in the altogether being put through her paces, the lucky bastard (LOL) and then humiliated by his boss was just genius! I think Amelia actually has grown fond of embarrassing males when she has to go through the repeated searches every time she traveled to a foreign country. If I would ever be in James' position I think I would find Amelia such a terrifying boss; so unpredictable Seeing Karl and ultimately Hans being totally disarmed from the get-go was quite enjoyable and then, like a horrifying roller coaster ride, having them regain control was highly erotic. Steve, you managed to very convincingly change the power dynamics in such a convincing and entertaining way that this is easily one of my favorite stories of yours.

Thanks for this. I had a blast reading it.


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Dearest Steve,

What a wonderful and insightful story. Your attention to detail and knowing feelings so bring this to life. Your skills as a writer are amazing. Just a phenomenal piece of work.

I recently replaced my old IMAC with a new 24" one. Part of it has enhanced speech and with your perfect punctuation I can have the story read to me making it even more realistic.

I so look forward to your new additions.

Warmest regards,

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Hooked6 wrote: Sat Mar 18, 2023 1:06 pm Great story! I loved the way Amelia turned the tables on the security agent. The confident dialog with a slight hint of doubt as to whether her strategy would work was very interesting. Usually I prefer to read stories where the woman is at a complete disadvantage but your set-up and imagery was was so well told I was engaged from the start.

And James, Amelia's inexperienced assistant. being drafted by her to act as her witness was a very nice touch! I could easily see his expressions throughout the whole ordeal getting to witness his new boss in the altogether being put through her paces, the lucky bastard (LOL) and then humiliated by his boss was just genius! I think Amelia actually has grown fond of embarrassing males when she has to go through the repeated searches every time she traveled to a foreign country. If I would ever be in James' position I think I would find Amelia such a terrifying boss; so unpredictable Seeing Karl and ultimately Hans being totally disarmed from the get-go was quite enjoyable and then, like a horrifying roller coaster ride, having them regain control was highly erotic. Steve, you managed to very convincingly change the power dynamics in such a convincing and entertaining way that this is easily one of my favorite stories of yours.

Thanks for this. I had a blast reading it.


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Glad that you enjoyed!

This story is actually a spinoff of one that I started a while ago, but have not yet completed. Amelia has grown up under the CPA, and is used to accepting her fate - but she is smart and determined, so has learned how she can use her beauty to turn things to her advantage. My heroines are never "dumb bimbos"- they are intelligent and capable women who do their best under a sexist system. Amelia knew exactly what would happen when she arrived at the airport, and she planned in advance to use it against James. Seeing her bent over and violated would be a thrill - she turned that against him by first building up his hopes and then tearing him to pieces.

I'm gratified that you enjoyed the powershift. Amelia knew all along what would happen - but she created a narrative that suited her purpose. First she built up James' expectations with her brazen display, next she defied the invasion of her body with physical courage - and then she crushed James by destroying the fantasies she had helped create. At first he thinks he is her protector, then imagines himself as her lover - and then discovers that he is nothing more than a tool for her to use.

A short story needs a powerful ending to have impact - which is why I try to end mine with either a suggestive note that allows readers to imagine their own ending - or else in a twist that they can enjoy. Hopefully, this delivered both of those.
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Belinda wrote: Sat Mar 18, 2023 1:54 pm Dearest Steve,

What a wonderful and insightful story. Your attention to detail and knowing feelings so bring this to life. Your skills as a writer are amazing. Just a phenomenal piece of work.

I recently replaced my old IMAC with a new 24" one. Part of it has enhanced speech and with your perfect punctuation I can have the story read to me making it even more realistic.

I so look forward to your new additions.

Warmest regards,

Belinda
I am delighted that you enjoyed this contribution! I would be greatly interested in hearing how it sounds when put through a text-to-speech app. If at all possible, please PM me with an audio file so I can hear how it turns out.
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Steve: You are an evil genius. Also, a phenomenal writer. I respect that. - Zee
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Great story - perfect detail! Can't wait for another one. :!:
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I guess Amelia is taking her panties back from James since he won't need them after his search. It seems as though there are many men with a painful case of blue balls in the world of the CPA. I have always found stories where the woman tops from the bottom extremely entertaining and this one was masterful.
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