Revenge Is Best Served Hot: 3 Novella Bundle (Revenge Is Best Served Hot (Powerful Women Series))

by C. C. Morian

  Now if Kathie would do her part. . .Lynn had spoken to her at length, and was surprised with how quickly Kathie had jumped on the idea. It turned out that Kathie had dealt with someone like Michaels in her prior job, and that was the reason she had quit, she was sick of the way men like Michaels treated women.

  The question now was exactly how far the women would go. Lynn had become more resolute over the last few days, and angrier at Michaels and his attitude. She had placed one more call to Sue, giving her the gist of where she was going, even though she didn’t have all the details worked out; it would depend on how Michaels reacted. Sue assured her anything would be acceptable. Lynn could sense Sue smiling on the other end of the line.

  A knock at the door. Lynn opened it for Kathie, who held up a plain brown shopping bag. “I got it!”

  Lynn ushered her in. “You still have time to back out.”

  Kathie shook her head. “No way. Besides, when I was doing our shopping, I got kind of—excited by the possibilities, and picked up something extra. Do you want to see?”

  “I do, but I don’t want to take the chance, in case Michaels is early. He can’t see you right away.” Lynn studied Kathie’s outfit. She had worn tight leather pants, black boots pulled over the pants, and a man’s buttoned up shirt. The pants hugged her legs and ass. “Perfect,” said Lynn. “Wow, I can’t believe how slim your thighs are, you look like a model. You have an amazing figure.”

  “You too,” replied Kathie. Lynn was wearing a short, slim skirt, with stiletto heels, and a low cut blouse. In one way, the exact kind of outfit she might wear to work, but the skirt was much shorter, the heels higher, and the blouse tighter and showing a lot of cleavage. “Michaels won’t be able to think straight, seeing you dressed like that.”

  “He can’t think straight no matter how I’m dressed,” said Lynn. “Come on, I’m having some wine, let me get you some liquid courage.”

  “I don’t need it,” said Kathie, “but I won’t say no to the wine.”

  Lynn poured Kathie a glass and led her into the spare bedroom. “I think it’s best if you hide here. Once I get him primed and ready, you can sneak out, and it’ll be pretty clear when it’s time for you to make your entrance.”

  Kathie smiled deviously. “I can’t believe we are doing this.”

  “Me either. But he’s a prick, and needs to be taught a lesson. If we don’t do it, who will?”

  “I know. I wish I had the guts to have done this at my last job. And you should have seen how Michaels treated me today. That thing Sue did to him, it worked for a day, now he’s meaner than ever.”

  “Sue suspected that might happen. That’s why she said we should take things into our own hands.” Lynn gave Kathie a hug. “No matter what happens, we’ll stick together.”

  There was a firm knock at the door. “Showtime,” said Kathie. She closed herself in the spare bedroom.

  Lynn took one last look at herself in the hall mirror. She was a curvy woman, not overweight at all, but not thin like Kathie. But her hips were well proportioned to her frame, her breasts balancing everything out. She had the kind of legs that were popular in the fifties, the ones called gams, a little on the full side, not the stick legs of a model. But hers were all muscle, she worked out a lot, and also ran, her thighs were tight and strong. She knew the entire package was appealing to men, it was one of the reasons she dressed down, so she’d be judged on her work, not her looks. Obviously that hadn’t worked with Michaels.

  She thought about unbuttoning one more button, decided it was overkill, she looked hot as it was, a hint of good cleavage, and to a man up close, it would be clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  She took a deep breath, got herself in the right mood, and opened the door.

  Michaels strode into Lynn’s apartment like he owned the place. He had changed clothes; he was wearing a suit that was different from what Lynn had seen him in at the office. His hair was slicked down, which only made his receding hairline a little more prominent. He reeked of cologne, and Lynn tried not to gag.

  Michaels ogled at Lynn, and she stood demurely under his scrutiny. He stared at her breasts, and she followed his eyes as they went down to her crotch and then to her legs. Michaels gave her a little twisting motion with his hand. Lynn turned around slowly, spreading her legs just as much as her tight skirt would allow. When she was facing him again she covered her breasts with her hands, a little shy, her eyes downcast.

  “Not bad,” said Michaels. He stepped toward her. “You should do something else with your hair, take it down.” As he spoke he tried to peek down her blouse.

  “Like this?” Lynn asked, freeing up her updo, letting her hair cascade down.

  “Don’t hide your best assets,” said Michaels, reaching out and moving Lynn’s hair behind her shoulders.

  Lynn cringed a little at his touch, steeling herself, she’d have to be able to deal with much more than this. “Would you like a drink, Mr. Michaels? I have some wine.”

  “Scotch is more of a power drink,” chastised Michaels. “Unless it’s an expensive French burgundy.”

  “Oh, I didn’t know. Thank you.”

  “That’s the kind of thing I can help you with.” Michaels smiled mischievously. “And with much more, too.”

  “That would be such a relief,” gushed Lynn. “I don’t have much experience with men as powerful as you.”

  Michaels waved his hand. “The trick to power is to make the other person feel they are in control, while getting them to do what you want.”

  “Really?” Lynn widened her eyes. “How do you do that?”

  “You decide what you want, and then you manipulate the other person into an inferior position. Then you tell them what they should do, and instead of doing it because they are told, they do it because they just see you as being the one who should make the decisions.”

  “Oh. I’m not sure I can do that. I know I seem very confident at work, but it’s only an act. Deep down I really need to be told what to do. I’m not sure if I could get someone to see me as being in charge, the way everyone obviously sees you.”

  Michaels walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, relaxed. “As a woman, it won’t come natural to you, like it would to a man, who’s obviously stronger and more genetically powerful. But it can be done. You’ll have to practice.”

  Lynn sat across from him on the armchair, slowly crossing her legs, letting her skirt slip up, revealing a lot of leg. A wisp of air tickled her bare thigh, her skirt must have hiked up enough for Michaels to see the top of her stockings. She pretended she didn’t notice, even as Michaels’ eyes drifted downward. “I’m not sure how to do that,” she said.

  Michaels was staring at her legs. “Uh, yes. I see. I’ll help you.” He managed to pull his eyes back up. “Why don’t you stand up and pretend you are coming into my office. You want me to do something for you. Let’s see how you do it.”

  Lynn got up and walked to the other side of the room, then pretended to knock on a door.

  “Come in,” said Michaels.

  “Excuse me? Can I have a minute of your time?” asked Lynn, softly.

  “No, no, not like that,” said Michaels gruffly. “You have to be more confident.”

  Lynn said, “I need a minute of your time.”

  Michaels nodded. “A little better. Try again. Use your—assets.”

  Lynn pretended to look confused, then she smiled, as if she got it. She marched forward and stood looking down on Michaels, her shoulders back, her breasts out. She was so close to him his eyes were directly at the level of her crotch, and it took him a moment to look up, except he couldn’t see Lynn’s face because her large breasts blocked his view.

  Lynn gave it a moment, then backed off, so that she was looking right down on him, dominating. “Mr. Michaels. You need to do something for me.”

  The effect was more than Lynn could have hoped for. Michaels squirmed on the couch, staring up at her in awe, his face flushing, breathing fast
.

  “Yes, yes, that’s quite good,” squeaked Michaels. “But you shouldn’t call me Mr. Michaels, it’s giving me too much power. If you were talking to someone like that, you’d just use their last name, or their first name. It implies that you are more important.”

  “Oh, I never could do that to you, sir,” said Lynn, putting her hand over her mouth. “I can’t separate you from all this, you are just too powerful in my mind already.”

  “You have to. For tonight, anyway. But certainly not in the office.”

  Lynn stepped forward just a bit, their knees touching, all Michaels had to do was lift his hand and his fingers would be on her thigh. “I think I’m understanding. This is so helpful. But I want to make sure I can do it for real. Could we maybe role play? Go to the next level, so you can test me to see if I can get something I really want?”

  “Hmm? Yes, of course. Role play. Do you have something in mind?”

  “Well. . .yes, there is something I really want, actually, something I want to do. Will you help me? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Lynn smiled sweetly.

  “That’s what I want, I want you to be a better worker for me. I told you I’d help you.”

  “Oh, thank you, Mr. Michaels! I mean, Pierce.” Lynn gave him a secretive smile. “I can try to get anything?”

  “Yes, yes, the more difficult the better,” said Michaels.

  “Oh, this will be great,” gushed Lynn. “It’s something I want so much!” She walked back to the end of the living room, “Ready?”

  Michaels waved his hand in a come on gesture. He looked so cocky, Lynn thought, sitting in her living room, thinking he was so much better than she was, so much better than any woman. Whatever she and Kathie pulled off tonight, it wouldn’t be half as much as he deserved.

  Kathie. She hoped Kathie was listening from the other room. Lynn suppressed a smile, then composed herself, standing taller. She felt bigger than Michaels, and not just in stature.

  In the tone that she’d use to scold a disobedient puppy, Lynn said, “Michaels, I need you in my office, right now.”

  Without waiting to see how he would react, Lynn walked into her bedroom and stood waiting at the foot of the bed. Within seconds Michaels was at the bedroom door, trying to check out her bedroom and keep his eyes on Lynn at the same time.

  Lynn stood with her legs slightly spread, her arms crossed. “Come on,” she ordered. “Get in here. I don’t have all day, I’m busy.”

  Michaels took a few tentative steps into the room, his bluster apparently overwhelmed by being in Lynn’s actual bedroom.

  “I need you to tell me the truth about some things, Pierce.”

  Michaels’ eyes had drifted to the bed, but Lynn’s commanding tone made them snap to her face.

  “Sue Miles was talking about asses. I need you to tell me—is my ass too big?” Lynn turned around and thrust her ass toward Michaels.

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” said Lynn, without turning around. “Is my ass too big?”

  “Lynn, I don’t think—”

  Lynn spun on him, real anger flashing. “Stay in the role, Pierce. Or else this won’t work.”

  Michaels stared at her, meek now, overwhelmed, the combination of Lynn’s stature and voice and posture all beating down his façade. “Okay,” he mumbled.

  “Good.” Lynn turned around again, this time bending over the bed, hiking up her skirt a little, giving him a good look. “Try again. What do you think of my ass?”

  “It’s—very nice. Most women with big tits have a fat ass. You don’t.”

  “Are you trying to tell me I have a skinny butt?”

  “No, not at all. It’s very well proportioned.”

  Lynn turned around. “Very good, Pierce. That sounds honest. What size asses do you like?”

  “Uh, I like—” Michaels seemed like he was trying to look away, but his eyes kept coming back to Lynn.

  “The truth, Pierce.”

  Tentatively, Michaels said, “I like small asses.”

  Lynn pretended that she was about to be upset, but then she smiled and said, “That was good. I would not have liked it if you had lied to me. But I’ve seen you staring at my breasts. Don’t deny it. So you like big tits and small asses?”

  Michaels nodded, embarrassed.

  “You know, Kathie Green has a tiny ass.”

  “She does. But she’s so flat she looks like a guy.”

  Lynn shook her head. “That’s because she doesn’t dress sexy. I bet if you saw her ass in a tight outfit, you’d think differently.”

  “Maybe. I—”

  “Quiet. Next question: what is your favorite sexual fantasy?”

  “My fantasy? Lynn, I think this is getting. . .”

  Lynn took two steps forward. She considered slapping him, but constrained herself, she’d never hit anyone in anger, and she didn’t know how he’d react, whether he’d fold up or fight. So instead she softened her stance and leaned over him, totally aware of how she towered over him in her four inch heels, using his own strategy, subtly making it clear she was more powerful, but instead of rebuking him, she whispered in his ear, “Please, Mr. Michaels, this is working so well, I can’t believe how strong you are helping me feel. Just play along, okay? Besides, how many men get asked by a woman what their favorite fantasy is?”

  Lynn pulled back a little so he could see her, a little pleading in her face, and she saw the flicker of interest in his eyes. She let her breasts touch his chest, she parted her lips, waiting for him to decide, and he did, leaning forward, to get a kiss, and just as he committed Lynn pulled back out of reach. “Please, Mr. Michaels?”

  He almost fell forward on his face. “Oh, okay, keep going. If it’s helping you.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, then, back in her commanding voice said, “I’ve heard that the favorite fantasy of most men is a threeway. Do you have that fantasy, Pierce?”

  “Well, yes, as you say it’s pretty common.”

  “I’m sure you know many women have that fantasy too.”

  Michaels’ eyes widened. “They do?”

  “Of course. Not that all women like to share a man. But with a big strong man, sometimes women are not so confident, deep down inside they think they might not be able to satisfy him. Do you know how humiliating that would be? To finally get to have sex with the man of your dreams, a strong man, and not be able to make him happy? So even women who aren’t bisexual want to have some help.”

  “I never thought of it that way. I’ve never needed help with pleasing a woman.”

  “I’m sure you haven’t. That’s because you are one of those powerful men. But we women are much more insecure. And, of course, there’s the other reason.”

  “The other reason?”

  “Although we don’t always admit it, a lot of us want to see what it’s like to watch another woman, see how she does. It’s a bit of a feminine competitive thing. Does she know any good positions? How does she—suck a man’s cock.” Lynn let that settle in, seeing Michaels fidget with her vulgar talk, he was clearly getting aroused. “And of course, a lot us want to make love to another woman. As I’m sure you know, we like to be taken by men, to submit. But sometimes it’s nice just to be gently loved.”

  “If you are going to be powerful, maybe you should think about it a different way,” said Michaels, talking as if he had a lot of experience with threeways, which Lynn sorely doubted. “Maybe you should be the one taking control, telling the other woman what to do and how to do it. Be like a man.”

  Lynn nodded. “Pierce, that’s a good suggestion. I’ll keep that in mind. I can see how that could work, making another woman do what I tell her to.” She leaned forward again, whispering in his ear. “Maybe we could do that as another role play!”

  Before Michaels responded, Lynn stepped aside. “Now Pierce, I want you to go sit on the bed.”

  Michaels hesitated just a second, then shrugged and went to sit on the edge of the bed, fac
ing Lynn. Lynn walked over to him and stood very close, just in reach, her crotch pointing right at his face. “Lift up my skirt.”

  Michaels, shocked, looked up at her, then, not believing his good fortune, reached for the hem of her skirt.

  Lynn slapped his hand away. “Not like that. With your mouth. Nothing but your mouth.”

  Michaels ducked his head and caught the hem of her skirt in his teeth. Lynn looked down at the back of his head, feeling the power, the only thing better would be to have him on his knees. . .

  She grabbed Michaels by the shoulders and pushed him down, and he fell off the bed, awkwardly, still trying to hold onto her skirt, dropping on his knees. “Lift it again,” she said.

  Michaels straightened up, but the skirt fell out of his mouth. Now Lynn did slap him, a gentle touch on the cheek, a correction. “That wasn’t very good. Put your entire head under my skirt and lift it up.” Without giving him a chance to reply she leaned forward and grabbed his head, pushing it down. When Michaels straightened this time, his head was completely covered by her skirt. Lynn grabbed his hair through the fabric and pulled him toward her even more, smashing his face into her pussy.

  Lynn felt his tension, he was stunned, but he didn’t fight. What really surprised her though was how aroused she was. She hated Michaels, what he did to women, she never would have thought she would even want to touch any part of him. But now that she had him in his place, on his knees, now that she was the one in charge, she felt a surge of excitement, an energy and thrill she had never experienced. She couldn’t help herself, she thrust her hips forward, spreading her legs, growing wet as she mashed her pussy into his face.

  Michaels made a sound, something between a yelp and a moan, and Lynn froze for just a moment, waiting, waiting. . .and then he did it, he pushed into her with his face, his mouth, his tongue probing through her panties, looking for her clit. . .

  Lynn suppressed her own moan, and reluctantly pulled back, lifting her skirt to free Michaels. “Tsk, tsk,” she admonished. “I didn’t say you can do that—yet.” Tantalizing him.