Chapter 1
That very morning at the office of SLUTS Corporation......
"Of course, Mr Robinson. I understand. It's all about the clients for us, and we wouldn't want you to take something up that wasn't in your best interests. Sure. Should you be interested in the investment plan again one day, please do feel free to contact me!"
Nicolette flung her phone at the wall. Of course it wasn't all about the clients, and she had just missed out on a huge commission. This had been Nicolette's opportunity to ascend to Senior Partner of Sluts Corporation, her boss Dominic had earlier assured her. The youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm in the country! Clearly that would not be the case as she had failed to close Robinson.
It was that bitch Jasmine again. Dominic and the higher-ups would be furious at losing yet another deal to Clean Investments, but not as enraged at how Nicolette felt at coming in second best to Jasmine. Again. From Elementary School to College, the two natural beauties hardly saw eye to eye. From Jasmine being named Cheerleading Captain to the prestigious scholarships that they had had been in competition for in Senior Year, it always seemed as though circumstances were pitting them against each other. The real trigger point was when Nicolette's ex, Mercer, had cheated on her with Jasmine in Senior Year. Nicolette had not particularly loved Mercer, but Jasmine, far from ashamed of her actions, took every opportunity to rub it in. It was just Nicolette's luck that they'd ended up in the same College and in the same Major.
Now 28, the two women were no longer vying for boys and grades, but the competition had gotten even more serious. Sluts Corporation and Clean Investments were rivals, but the two rising stars also always seemed to be in direct competition for big clients.
Nicolette fumed, wild thoughts running through her mind.
"Worth a shot," she thought, before picking up the phone to call her secretary on the intercom, "Cin, could you come in? I was hoping you could tell me more about your cousins. Yes, the filmmakers.."
Jasmine was pleased. It was about time the haughty gal started respecting her. After all, she would soon be the youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm. She'd been somewhat taken aback by Nicolette's call, after all, their recent conversations had never ended well. Typically, it would have revolved around Nicolette's bitterness at Jasmine, once again, swooping under the brunette's radar to pinch a valuable client. At other times, it would simply be business between the two of them. After all, the higher-ups at Sluts and Clean were seriously contemplating a merger.
In any case, Jasmine swiftly got over her surprise when Nicolette, surprisingly level, had told her that she had been ORDERED to give her a call personally. "Well, even the bitch's bosses are aware of how good I am." the pretty blonde mused, "I'd love to have seen the look on her face when they told her to congratulate me.."
There was also a business proposal on the table, Nicolette had said. Something about a huge film company which was requesting for a combined investment plan from the two companies. Gladly, Jasmine accepted Nicolette's offer of a dinner that very night. Jasmine loved the idea that her rival seemed to be being forced to "wine and dine" her.
"You know, we've been at this for a while now.. And I think.. Well.. It's about time for us to bury the hatchet and move on. Work together." Nicolette said over dinner.
Jasmine was somewhat amused but attempted to stay calm. "Because you finally realized you're no match for me?" she replied, admiring the irritation that crossed the her face.
"Clearly, you are very good at what you do," Nicolette said, swallowing slowly, "And my bosses recognize that. And.. I'd be lying if I said they had not caught wind of our rivalry. Again, I'd be lying if I said they hadn't hinted STRONGLY to me, just this morning, that it was time to make peace and attempt to work together. It's in line with their ambitions to merge in the near future, I guess."
That would do for now, Jasmine thought to herself. Couldn't expect too much from the once-proud bitch, but they were on the way there.
"And.. I would just like to say congratulations. For Robinson, for the upcoming promotion -- yes, word travels fast. I speak on behalf of Sluts as well." Nicolette continued, lowering her voice slightly.
Jasmine was actually somewhat touched at the effort that her rival was putting into this, and was enjoying every moment of it.
"This business proposal, though. What is it about? You said it was about a film and they needed both of us to work on it?" Jasmine asked, trying to hide a smile.
Nicolette glanced at the big tits and plunging cleavage showing on Jasmine's work dress. "SUPERIOR tits", Jasmine had always referred to them as such among the cheerleaders, "Only SUPERIOR tits for Mercer."
"Yes.. So this is what I've been told.." Nicolette began.
Jasmine actually enjoyed the dinner. The proposal seemed enticing, to say the least. It would certainly line her pockets well. Even if Nicolette was getting a share of the spoils, the opportunity to hear Nicolette congratulate her begrudgingly for her recent successes was enough to encourage her to tentatively agree to the collaboration. They'd agreed that Jasmine would pay Nicolette a visit at her office the next morning to delve deeper into the details. She left the restaurant, heading towards the parking lot, looking forward to getting home and having a good long fuck with her husband, Owen. It had certainly been a good day.
She was about to unlock the car door when she was suddenly accosted from behind.
"Don't move, bitch." came a gruff voice. Jasmine could feel a sharp tip pressing against her back through her thin dress. She could see two muscular shadows in the reflection on her car window.
"Oh my god," Jasmine whispered, "Ok, I'm not moving. What do you want?"
"Don't move, don't make a sound." he replied simply, before slipping on a tight black cloth over her eyes. Jasmine could not see anything.
"Now put your hands behind your back." he ordered, and swiftly zip-tied Jasmine's delicate hands behind her back.
"Now walk." he continued.
"Wha.. How do I walk? I can't see anything." Jasmine whispered uncertainly, terrified.
"Just walk where I direct you to, whore." he said, and Jasmine winced at the harsh word.
"Ok, ok." Jasmine's shoulder was roughly pushed to the right, and she took a few steps. It seemed she was walking along the side of her car to the back.
"Stop here." she heard a faint beep, of her car being unlocked, and then a click to indicate that the trunk was being opened. Suddenly, a hard ball or sorts was stuffed into her mouth, with straps locked behind her head. The busty Jasmine's was unceremoniously stuffed into her own trunk, and the lid slammed shut. Seconds later, she heard the engine starting and the car rumbled off. Blindfolded, hands tied and ball-gagged, she wondered where they were headed.
It was a long night......
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