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Out of My League by Lance Colton, M/f bdsm
The haughty little bitch who steals his cab has just met her match. She has no clue what she's in for. 

Copyright (c) 2010 by Lance Colton, all rights reserved. Not  For Sale

             I had been standing in the rain for ten minutes when I finally got a cab to pay attention to my frantic waving and stop.   I opened the back door to climb in when someone came out of nowhere, pushed past me and piled in.

       “Excuse me,” I said angrily, holding the door and looking at the intruder, “this is my cab.”

       “Can you get another one?”

       One of the most stunning women I had ever seen looked at me with an air of innocence and helplessness that flustered me.  I wanted to apologize, step back and close the door.  Then I looked deeper.  I could see the cold steel that was behind that childlike façade.  The masculine part of me was screaming ‘cute and sexy’ and the common sense part was telling me that she was stealing my cab.

       “What?”

       “I’m in a hurry,” she said sweetly.  “Couldn’t you find another cab?”

       The sweetness almost worked.  It was the ice in those eyes that caused me to grab her arm.  She wrenched from my grasp and scooted to the other side of the cab. I climbed in beside her.

       “Look,” she protested, “I’m really late and it’s my first day and…”

       “No,” I interrupted.

       “You’re some fucking asshole, you know that?” she snapped.

       “I’m some fucking asshole?” I laughed.  “Does intimidation always work when that sweet innocent look doesn’t?”

       “Look,” she said contritely, “I’m sorry that we’ve started badly but…”

       “Started badly?” I said incredulously.  “Is this our first date?”

       She sat back, crossed her arms and put a pout on her face.  I couldn’t help the giggle that came out of my lips.  She turned and glared.

       “Okay,” I sighed, “where are you going?”

       “The Citigroup building.”

       “That’s where I work,” I thought, “what are the chances?”

       What I asked was, “What company are you starting with?”

       “None of your fucking business,” she said coldly.

       I wanted to slap her but I just told the cabbie where to go and sat back in exasperation.

       I kept sneaking glances at her.  She was a really quite a lovely girl, around my age and, except for the attitude, my type.  Someone I definitely would have made a pass at or tried to get to know better.  I waited until we only had a few minutes before we arrived to try and break the ice.

       “Is this your first time in the City?” I asked.

       “Are you brain dead?” she responded.

       “Huh?”

       “First you steal my cab and now you try to pick me up,” she sneered.

       “Look…”

       “With one of the lamest pickup lines I’ve ever heard,” she said coldly.

       “I was just…”

       “I’m way out of your league, buddy,” she laughed, “so let’s just give it a rest.”

       “Think so, huh?” I said mildly.

       She looked at me full face. The wave that emanated from her was intimidating.  Her aura was that of a three hundred fifty pound linebacker.  Her eyes were like two unbreakable diamond ice spears and the expression on her face would have reversed global warming.  I was betting it scared most guys away.  All it did was make me smile which just made her even angrier.

       “I don’t date boys,” she said cuttingly.

       “Well, at least that’s one thing we have in common,” I quipped.

       “Look, you little asshole,” she snarled.  “I eat boys like you for breakfast.”

       “Sounds…irresistible,” I chuckled.

       “You think you’re pretty hot shit, don’t you?”

       I cocked my head and kept my mouth shut.

       “Stay away from me or I’ll teach you a lesson about self esteem that will destroy your life,” she said.

       I generally wasn’t attracted to women like this.  I usually liked my girls more submissive but something behind all of that hardness was calling to me and her telling me to stay away was like telling me not to breathe.  We pulled up in front of Citigroup and predictably she jumped out of her side without offering to pay and joined the mass of people streaming into the entrance.  I threw a twenty at the cabbie and tried to follow but she was lost in the turmoil.  I didn’t worry because if she worked in the building I was sure she’d surface sooner or later.

 ***

        I spent the morning in my office lining up appointments for later in the week.  At lunch time I grabbed a sandwich from the stand next to the elevator so that I could follow her but she never showed.  Some part of me was bothered that I was looking so hard. 

       I shouldn’t have worried because after lunch all of us were called into the President’s office and there she was.  She was standing behind his desk next to him, smiling her sweet innocent smile with kryptonite behind it.  She spotted me and her smile broadened into a look that would have caused a lesser man’s balls to shrivel off.  I shook my head and laughed.

       “Something to laugh about, Robert?” the big boss asked me.

       “Just life sometimes, sir,” I answered.

       He harrumphed and turned his gaze from me.  She didn’t.  She narrowed her eyes and tried harder to intimidate me which started me giggling and made him look back.

       “You want to share the joke with us, Robert?” he said coldly.

       “Sorry, sir,” I apologized, “it’s just something personal that happened to me on the way to work.  It’s nothing to do with…”

       He waved his hand, cutting me off in mid sentence.

       “Gentlemen,” he said clearing his throat.  “As you know I haven’t been happy with your recent performance.”

       That started a low rumble all around.  True our department sales were down but it was related to the horrible recession.  Our group as a whole was still twenty percent above our nearest competitor and my personal sales were actually higher than last year.  I assumed that this was a pep talk slash heads will roll talk that didn’t apply to me so I tuned him out and spent some time looking at the spectacular woman standing next to him and fantasizing about all of the interesting things I might do to her if I could just…

       “And that means even you, Robert,” the boss said, interrupting my reverie.

       “Huh?” I said stupidly.

       “I said that Rebecca has absolute firing power over this department and that includes you.”

       “Boss, my sales this year are…”

       “Can it, Robert, I don’t give a shit,” he interrupted.  “If she says you go then you’re out of here.”

       I looked at the amusement in Rebecca’s face in disgust.  I was going to have to take that job at Merrill Lynch that they had been after me about.  Too bad, I really liked it here.

       “And,” he added, “I’ll personally make sure that anyone who is canned is blackballed.  None of the major firms will touch you.”

       “Shit,” I thought.  “Maybe I was going to have to repair some fences.”

 ***

   The next day I watched a steady stream of my fellow Account Executives get called one by one into Rebecca’s office.  Each came out looking as if their world had ended.  Even Frank, one of those salesmen types that nothing could phase and who had skin as thick as a rhino, looked as if he were about to cry.  I pulled him aside but he wouldn’t talk about it.

       By late afternoon there were only three of us Executives left who hadn’t been in her office.  She managed to talk to the other two before the day ended and then, instead of finishing up with me, breezed out an hour before quitting time without even a glance in my direction.  I’m sure she intended that I quake in fear all night but I’m not built like that.

       Instead I took Frank out for drinks.  It took five martinis and a lot of begging and reassuring before he started to talk but when he did it was bad, very bad.  Actually it was way worse than I had imagined.  I went home and spent the night going over my options.

 ***

        She made me wait until the end of the day.  Everyone else had left the office and I was just putting on my coat when her door opened and she peeked out.

       “Robert, can I see you a minute?” she asked sweetly.

       “Can it wait?” I asked facetiously.  “I’m kind of busy.”

       “Now, Robert!” she demanded, holding the door.

       I moved past her I and deliberately got close enough to brush up against her.  She didn’t flinch as I put my face inches from hers and smelled her perfume.  She smelled great.  I turned toward the couch and heard the lock click behind me.

       “Do you like this job?” she asked as I was halfway across the room.

       I turned and looked at her, “That depends, are you planning on letting me keep it, Rebecca?”

       “If you’re a good boy I am.”         

       “A good boy?  What does that mean?” I asked.

       “I like to have some insurance that none of the people working for me are threats for my job,” she said.

       “And that means?”

       “That means that for the next hour I’m planning to video you performing some very degrading acts that I can use against you if I have to,” she explained.

       “That sounds like blackmail,” I observed.

       “Insurance,” she said.

       “And sexual harassment,” I added.

       “This is not up for discussion, Robert, I expect you to obey my instructions without question,” she said.

       “Obey?”

       “Yes.”

       “I like the sound of that,” I said.

       She looked at me in surprise and a tiny bit of disappointment crept into her eyes.  I think she was used to more resistance.

       “You do?” she asked.

       “Well, I like the word,” I said cryptically, “it depends on who’s obeying who.”

       Frost crept back in to her lovely eyes.

       “You will be obeying me,” she said coldly, “or you will be out of here on your ass.”

       “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

       “First, I want you to take off all of your clothes,” she said pausing for my reaction.

       “Sounds interesting,” I said mildly.  “And then?”

       “And then I want you to kneel in the middle of the room and masturbate,” she said.

       I looked at her in amusement, “To repeat something you said in the cab on the way here yesterday—are you brain dead?”

       “What?”

       “Do you really believe that I’m going to do that?”

       “I think you will or you’ll walk out of here without a job,” she said.  “I don’t care either way.”

       It was clear that she was so used to getting her way that she had never encountered real resistance.

       “How about door number three?” I asked.

       “Huh?”     

       I grabbed her arm, twisted it around behind her back and pushed her toward the couch.  When her shins hit the edge I grabbed her shoulder with my free hand and pushed her down to her knees.  She ended with her face stuffed in the pillows and her ass in the air.  I pulled her short skirt up to her waist, yanked her panties down to her knees, stuffed the vibrator I’d brought with me into her cunt and flicked it on.  I reached back in my pocket, brought out the hair brush and began beating out a rhythm on her ass.  She squealed into the cushions but I doubted her cries could be heard outside of the office and besides everyone was gone anyway.

       At first I had trouble keeping her in place but once her body started responding she stopped fighting and was pushing her rear out for more stimulation.  After her third orgasm I stepped away, picked up the video camera and filmed her fourth and fifth ones.  Then I walked back to the couch, laid the camera next to her and kissed her cheek.

       “It’s too bad you are so out of my league,” I whispered.  “It could have been great.”

       I left her writhing on the couch in the throes of number six and went to pack up my office.

***

       Thirty minutes later I looked around the office that had been my home for the past three years and a big part of my life.  I picked up the cardboard box that contained my personal items and turned to leave when my door banged open.  Rebecca stood blocking my way with a furious look on her face.

       “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” she asked.

       “To a homeless shelter?” I joked.

       “We need to talk,” she said.

       “Aren’t we finished?”

       “No, we’re not finished,” she said.  “I need you back in my office.”

       I put my box down and followed her back to her office.  She let me pass her, then closed the door, locked it, stepped to the couch, picked up the video camera and threw it to me.

       “Why didn’t you keep that to blackmail me with?” she asked.

       “Not my style.”

       “No, I guess not,” she said moving close enough so that I could smell her perfume.

       “Are you quitting?” she asked, her hand toying with my lapel.

       “No…I uh…just assumed that…”

       “After what you did I would fire you for sure?” she finished for me.

       “Yeah.”

       “And make sure you were blackballed?”

       “Yeah.”

       “I thought about it,” she said, “but it seems like such a waste.”

       “A waste?”

       “Robert, can we start over?’ she asked.

       “I thought you were out of my league,” I said.

       She looked at me and some of the ice came back into her eyes.

       “Maybe I am,” she said coldly.

       I laughed and captured her forearm with my hand.

       “Rebecca, do you remember what happened the last time you misjudged me?” I asked.

       “Remind me,” she said coyly.

       “Okay,” I said, turning her toward the couch.

       “Wait!” she screeched.  “What are you doing?”

       “Reminding you,” I laughed, pulling the hair brush out of my pocket.