"Are you sure we haven't met?" the young woman asked, her high pale forehead furrowing in an almost comical expression of consternation. Roxanna couldn't help feeling a tiny warm glow of satisfaction at putting the stranger on her heels just a little bit; the petite brunette with the wide hazel eyes and the slash of burgundy lipstick that looked even darker against her milky complexion had been acting supercilious and arrogant from the moment the conversation began, and Roxanna was getting a quiet satisfaction out of making her question herself even for a moment.

That satisfaction turned to annoyance when the other woman shook her head as if to fling free any last little wisps of clinging doubt and said, "No, I think you've probably just forgotten. No offense, dear," she added, looking Roxanna up and down as if she was evaluating everything from Roxanna's frizzy blonde hair to her heavy chest to the little run in her pantyhose that happened when she was sprinting for the bus this morning and finding every last bit of it wanting. "But between you and me, you seem a little bit, well... D-U-M-B." She shot Roxanna a conspiratorial look, one that absolutely infuriated the administrative assistant. But of course it didn't pay to let her frustrations show.

Even so, she couldn't help seething with anger. Bad enough that she had to come in on Saturday... again... to do a bunch of the extra work that always seemed to pile up on her desk by Friday. Bad enough that some smug little goth bitch who barely came up to Roxanna's tits was wandering into the office asking for help with some abstruse request that didn't make any sense and sounded a lot like it was intended for a different company entirely. But to have her insult Roxanna's intelligence by spelling things out in front of her as though she was some kind of ditzy Fifties secretary and not a competent, capable professional? It was... it was absurd, was what it was. There wasn't even anyone else here. Unless she thought that Roxanna didn't know 'D-U-M-B' spelled... spelled....

Roxanna giggled nervously, unable to explain in that instant why her brain refused to parse the letters into words. "I, uh, n-no, I really don't think we've... uhhhh, ummm... met?" She found herself uptalking at the end of her sentence, an old nervous habit she thought she'd broken back in her freshman year of college, and a deep blush spread across her ruddy cheeks as she realized she was also playing with a ringlet of her long blonde hair as she spoke. Clearly she was more flustered by the stranger than she thought if she was letting the conversation get to her this bad.

The brunette smiled. "And of course, thinking is something you're so used to," she murmured wryly, playful contempt dripping from every syllable. "I don't mean to be rude, but someone as...." She leaned in a little, looking Roxanna not in the eye but directly down her top. "You know... S-T-U-P-I-D... as you can't really be trusted to keep her own memories straight. I was in here last Saturday, remember now? You were here by yourself doing a bit of catch-up, and I stopped by to see if I could book an appointment. But you said you didn't know how to work the office calendar, so I figured I'd come back today to see if you'd smartened up at all."

She chuckled, taking in Roxanna's expression of glassy-eyed confusion and her slowly slackening jaw. "Guess not."

Roxanna blinked heavily, a muzzy fog settling over her thoughts as she tried to reconcile her absolute conviction that she'd never met the brunette before with the dim, fuzzy memories slowly unveiling themselves in her head. She had talked to the younger woman last week, hadn't she? They, they'd talked about something, some business thing, but it was all so complicated that Roxanna hadn't even been able to parse it out. Some weird, incomprehensible request about a... a.... Wait. Something just happened. Something happened in that last exchange and Roxanna missed it because she was feeling so unaccountably....

"What did you just say?" she asked, acutely conscious of the way her voice had slipped into a higher register. She sounded breathy, like she was constantly about to break into a fit of giggles. Why was that? Why couldn't she figure that out without the help of a woman who looked like she was barely on the high side of the drinking age? Roxanna's head drooped forward, the effort of concentration exhausting her after only a few moments. Thinking shouldn't be this hard, but the simple act of stringing one notion to another was already getting to be too much for her.

"Oh, did you not catch it?" the younger woman asked, her voice syrupy with mock concern. "I said it didn't surprise me that a silly girl like you wouldn't remember, given how H-O-R-N-Y you're probably getting right now. I expect it's hard for you to even think straight... not that I want you especially straight, if you get my drift." She laughed, and Roxanna laughed along with her, even though it was getting harder and harder to figure out quite what the joke was. But everything seemed so naturally fun and funny that the blonde couldn't help but giggle along.

"I, um... yeah, straight!" Roxanna babbled,unsure of what she was agreeing with but wanting to trust the stranger's confident attitude. Her head felt so unaccountably fuzzy, and she had a warm wet throb between her legs that simply wouldn't stop, and here was this smart pretty woman who seemed so well put-together and so sure of herself and, and, um, and... wait. That throb wasn't there a few minutes ago, was it? Roxanna couldn't be certain of anything anymore, but she didn't remember being so turned on just a little bit earlier. The, the woman, she said something, or s-spelled... something....? Roxanna rubbed her temples, struggling to recall the letters. It started with an 'H'....

Her train of thought was broken when the stranger reached across the desk and patted Roxanna sympathetically right on her chest. "No, dear," she said, condescension oozing from every syllable. "Straight is exactly what you're not. You're G-A-Y, silly girl, a good old-fashioned L-E-Z-Z-I-E for me, even if you've forgotten that along with everything else we did together last weekend." Roxanna let out a helpless little whimper, unable to control the wave of dizzying lust that washed over her body and left her fingers twitching with the desire to rub her sopping cunt. Just hearing those weird jumbled-up letters made her so unaccountably wet and needy....

She tried to focus her vision, but her head was swimming so badly now that everything blurred in front of her glassy eyes. "D-did, I, what, what we did?" She sounded so absurdly foolish now, almost laughably idiotic, and every time she ran out of things to say her mouth hung open in an expression of vacancy that left her practically drooling into her own cleavage. She knew something was wrong, she knew her brain kept short-circuiting every time she tried to think and the sight of the obnoxiously patronizing goth babe in front of her was making her pussy drool with arousal, but every time she tried to concentrate on the reason for her befuddlement it all dissolved into a mess of alphabet soup. It barely seemed even worth trying to think anymore. All she wanted to do was stare at the pert little tits in front of her and play with herself.

"Oh, you don't remember that either?" the younger woman asked, giving Roxanna another pat on the chest. "You said you wanted to be my little S-L-U-T, and when I told you to S-T-R-I-P for me you took all your clothes off and spread your legs so I could play with your pretty pussy. Just like the week before, and the week before that. You're such a good girl now that I don't even need to hypnotize you anymore." Roxanna heard the words, but they seemed to pass in one ear and out the other. She was too focused on trying to make sense of the jumble of letters. There was an 'S', and a 'T', and a, another 'T'? But there were, like, a couple of times the brunette spelled things....

"Good girl!" the stranger cooed, and Roxanna looked down to discover that while she was trying to puzzle out the mess of letters, her hands had been busy pulling her shirt over her head and undoing the hooks on the custom bra she wore to free her massive tits. She hadn't bothered dressing up too much, knowing she'd be alone in the office as usual, so it was casual leggings and white cotton panties she slid down her long ivory thighs and kicked off to expose her slick and shining cunt to the other woman's gaze. Roxanna didn't know why she'd taken her clothes off. She didn't know why she was parting her legs in lewd, lascivious expectation. She couldn't make sense of any of it.

The brunette went around the desk and swiveled Roxanna's chair to face her, squeezing Roxanna's pendulous breasts together to form a valley of drool-soaked cleavage. "I, whuhhh, wha's happen?" Roxanna moaned, squirming and writhing as the other woman strummed Roxanna's nipples with her thumbs until she was openly gasping with arousal. "What, I, what, what... what?" The more incoherently she babbled, the wetter and more helplessly aroused her pussy got, and soon she found herself shoving both hands between her legs to rub with mindless abandon as the stranger played with her tits.

"Oh, it's simple, pretty girl," the brunette purred, squeezing and groping Roxanna's chest with a sadistic smile on her face. "You want to be F-U-C-K-E-D, that's all. You want to L-I-C-K my C-U-N-T, and it's the same every week and you always get so W-E-T and W-E-A-K for me that you can never resist the things you're too S-I-L-L-Y to understand. And so you give in, you always give in, because you're my big-titted D-I-T-Z and you just can't think. Isn't that right?" Roxanna grabbed uselessly at the letters, feeling whole words slip out of her vocabulary and take pieces of her mind right along with them, but it was no good. It was never any good, because the suggestions sleeping in the back of her head always defeated her before she even knew they were there.

She felt herself slide out of her chair and down onto her knees, pushing up the other woman's skirt and tugging aside her panties to gain access to her smooth-shaven pussy. Roxanna pushed her tongue as deep as it would go into the soaking folds, finding the brunette's clit and slurping helplessly away at it while she rubbed herself in mindless need. "That's it, baby doll, eat me out just like that, you know you want to even if you don't know why. You're M-I-N-E, now, my big-titted fucktoy, and I'm never letting you out of my power. Good girl. G-good, good girl...." She went quiet after that, or at least words left her for a little while. But glassy-eyed Roxanna didn't need to be told what to do.

The details got a little fuzzy after that. Roxanna knew she crouched down on all fours at one point, her face mashed into the carpet and her pussy sticking lewdly up into the air so the brunette could put her entire body weight into fucking Roxanna with a massive strap-on she'd brought along. She knew she wound up sucking on that same strap-on, lubing it up with her mouth so the other woman could push it into her ass in hard, driving strokes. And even though so much of it was an eyes-closed blur of sensation, she knew the stranger groped and suckled and squeezed her heavy tits with an absolutely obsessive fascination. Roxanna only dimly recalled the initial encounter between them, even during her deepest trances, but she knew it was her breasts that had first attracted her Mistress's attention.

And then finally, her voice hoarse and shaky with exhaustion, the younger woman husked out, "Time to finish and F-O-R-G-E-T, sweetie." Roxanna nodded, her gaze completely blank and unseeing, and began to retrieve her clothes while the brunette dressed herself and discreetly exited. Once she finally had her shirt and leggings on once more, Roxanna sat back in her chair and stared at her desk in momentary confusion, wondering why she'd even bothered coming in on her day off when there wasn't any work for her. Dismissing her mental lapse with a shrug of indifference, she headed home. If she noticed the stink of sex clinging to her body, her deep self easily and effortlessly let it S-L-E-E-P in the back of her mind.

THE END