Chapter 2

As Miss Ellie entered the conference room, conversations ended, voices hushed, and all eyes turned to her. As Manager of Operations for a good number of years, Miss Ellie ran the day-to-day operations of the embassy. While technically some employees had equal or higher rank, no one crossed her path or challenged her decisions, or if they did so, they did so only once. Ambassador Horse had yet to ever reverse a decision made by Miss Ellie, and she had never let him down.

“Good afternoon, Ladies,” said Miss Ellie, smiling as she sat at the head of the table, smoothing her mid-thigh length dress out. She had been carrying several file folders and put them on the table in front of her.

“Good afternoon, Miss Ellie,” was the chorus of replies. They all took note of the smile; today was going to be a good day.

There were four women seated at the table, not counting Miss Ellie. Sitting closest to Miss Ellie was Kimi, an Oriental girl who had been working here the longest of any of the girls. Seated opposite her was Gay, the party girl from Florida. Cathie, an olive-complexion lass from Europe, was seated next to Kimi and was the newest of the girls. There were two other girls, but one was on vacation, and the other was indisposed at this time of the month.

“Today should be an interesting one,” started Miss Ellie, “Kimi, you’ve got the afternoon off. Tonight you’ll be entertaining the Secretary of the Interior. Here is ... what was that?”

“I was just musing that the Secretary will be wanting some of my interior!” Light laughter filled the room.

“Would you like his folder?” asked Miss Ellie.

“Yes ma’am, thank you.” Kimi took the folder but didn’t open it, as doing so would take her attention off of Miss Ellie while she was speaking, and that would be rude. She witnessed one girl doing so and winced at the memory of the tongue-lashing the girl received for such impertinence.

“Cathie, being the newest here, you’ve drawn the Socks twins,” continued Miss Ellie, passing a folder to the hazel-eyed, dark-haired vixen. Gay and Kimi both knowingly smiled at each other.

“Gay, you’ll be entertaining Congressman Saltimer,” said Miss Ellie as she slid the folder to the remarkably beautiful blonde. Gay mumbled something unintelligible. Kimi just smirked.

“You know I don’t like mumbling, Gay. What did you say?”

The slender blonde turned a pale, crimson shade and lowered her eyes. “Nothing, Miss Ellie.”

“You said something, my dear, unless you’re accusing me of hearing voices in my head or calling me a liar. Which is it?”

The tone in the room had changed, and everyone noticed immediately, sitting up a little straighter, eyes flittering between Gay and Miss Ellie.

“No ma’am, I mean, yes, wait...” Gay stumbled over her words, her facial color deepening by the second.

Miss Ellie ended it by clearing her throat.

“We’re done here, ladies,” said Miss Ellie, standing up, “review your folders and contact me with any problems. Otherwise, I’ll see all of you here tomorrow.”

All three women got up quickly and began to exit.

“Wait,” said Miss Ellie, not finishing her sentence, but speaking volumes with that one uttered word, her eyes focused on Gay. The others skidded to a stop, saw who Miss Ellie was talking to, and scampered out of the room quickly, in no way, shape, or form wanting a piece of that upcoming conversation.

Gay stood still, head tilted downward, eyes lowered. Miss Ellie recognized this as Gay’s submissive nature, and while she was a good friend to Gay’s deceased Mom and agreed to look after Gay, she also enjoyed wringing her out a bit on occasion. This was such an occasion.

Miss Ellie sat back down. Gay didn’t move.

“I want to know what you mumbled that was so important as to interrupt my afternoon, Gay.”

“It was stupid, ma’am.”

“I already know that, child. I want to know what it was that you said.”

“I said ‘Great, another evening getting my holes torn up by that freak’, ma’am.”

“You have a problem with my work assignments, Gay?”

“No, Miss Ellie, I was,” she was cut off.

“Don’t sass me, Gay. Disrobe.”

Gay sighed quietly, then removed her shirt, jeans, and sandals. She wasn’t wearing undergarments. Her small breasts were highlighted by erect nipples, despite the temperature in the room being a balmy 75 degrees. Her golden, trimmed bush caught the sunlight streaming through one of the skylights.

“Assume the position.”

Gay got down on her knees and crawled under the table and between Miss Ellie’s legs.

“You know what to do, slut.”

Gay gently pushed Miss Ellie’s skirt up her legs until she could see her panties, which she carefully removed and set on the floor. Miss Ellie adjusted herself in the seat a bit, exposing more of her pussy to Gay’s eyes. Gay smiled to herself as Miss Ellie had partially trimmed her bush into a downward pointing arrow as if one needed directions.

As Gay began slowly feasting herself on Miss Ellie’s delectable snack, there was a knock at the door. The feasting stopped for a second.

“Come in,” said Miss Ellie, reaching under the table to push Gay’s head back up against her pussy.

The door opened and a young Oriental girl entered, possibly of Chinese descent, but with other blood mixed in.

“You must be Trish,” said Miss Ellie, motioning her to a chair near her, “please come sit down. I’m Miss Ellie.”

The young woman moved over to the chair and sat, not yet noticing the naked woman under the table.

“So why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, Trish? I’ve read your file, and I’ve spoken with our mutual friend.”