White Collar (Lesbian BDSM Erotica) Read online

  W H I T E

  C O L L A R

  by RYNNA CRESS

  APC PUBLISHING

  ©2011

  This is an adult story focused on themes of bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism. Subject matter includes explicit sexual activity between multiple partners and increasingly intense BDSM scenes. If you find such material to be offensive, or if you live in an area where owning or reading such material is prohibited, then you should stop reading now.

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  T A B L E O F

  C O N T E N T S

  P A R T O N E

  P A R T T W O

  P A R T T H R E E

  P A R T F O U R

  E P I L O G U E

  P A R T 1

  “Miss Kendrick will see you now.”

  Lacy did her best to smile politely up at Vanessa, hoping that her face wasn’t betraying the fear and anxiety she felt at her core. Miss Kendrick – like most every authority figure in Lacy’s life – frightened her. She was cold and quiet, a calculating, powerful woman with icy blue eyes and a stony, expressionless face. With her neatly groomed hair and silver-rimmed eyeglasses, she had a certain impenetrable, statuesque hardness about her. As a boss, she was fair and even generous, but as a person… well, she intimidated the hell out of Lacy.

  Just relax, she told herself as she rose from her seat behind the front desk and slowly made her way back towards Miss Kendrick’s office. Performance reviews can be a good thing. She had certainly devoted herself to the position in the four months since she had been hired on as a receptionist for Kendrick & Moss, always in to work early and willing to stay late, never taking a sick day. On paper, she was a model employee, with no rational reason to fear a performance review. Still, the mere thought of sitting before Miss Kendrick seemed to fill her veins with ice water. With the young company’s co-founder, William Moss, operating international deals out of London, Miss Kendrick was left as the firm’s sole authority figure, making her a frighteningly powerful woman. The woman had essentially ignored Lacy since she had come to work for her, rarely responding with much more than a cold stare whenever Lacy would wish her a cheery, “Good day, Miss Kendrick,” on her way into the office each morning. She was an enigmatic person, to say the very least, the kind of person who by very nature made a girl like Lacy intensely uncomfortable.

  The problem, Lacy knew, was that she simply lacked any real sense of self-confidence. She was shy and bookish, her face often hidden behind dark auburn bangs and eyeglasses, her voice timid and meek. She was the perennial “nice girl,” and she lived in a world where nice girls always seemed to finish last. Still, she liked to think of herself as an optimist, and she reminded herself of this fact as she reluctantly knocked on Miss Kendrick’s door.

  “Enter,” came the stern voice.

  Lacy opened the door and stepped inside the luxurious corner office. Miss Kendrick, neat and collected as ever, sat behind her desk, staring at her computer monitor with intense focus. The office, with its modern simplicity and stunning view of the city, was beautiful, and as pristine as she was. Lacy felt out of place, a trespasser.

  Finally, she looked up at Lacy from her work. “Miss Donnelly, please,” she said, gesturing to a fancy leather seat, “sit down.” Lacy smiled and sat, hoping that this would be as quick and painless as possible.

  “So, as I’m certain you’re aware,” she began, “the other partners and I have been conducting employee performance reviews this week. So, let me ask you – how do you think you’ve been doing, Lacy?”

  Lacy wondered if she had ever heard Miss Kendrick say her name before, but quickly pushed the thought out of her head as she began working to construct an answer, her mouth suddenly dry.

  “Well,” she started, “I… hope that I’ve been doing an acceptable job. I care a lot about working here, and always try to do my best…”

  Miss Kendrick lifted her hand, unemotionally cutting her off. “So you would say that you’ve done a… satisfactory job?”

  Lacy swallowed before answering, her voice tentative and mousy. “Yes?”

  “Is that a question?”

  “No?” Lacy squeaked, quickly adding, “I mean, I don’t think so…”

  Miss Kendrick nodded, her face betraying nothing. “Well,” she said, “let me tell you what I think,” pausing to take a long, slow sip of water.

  Oh God, Lacy thought, here it comes.

  Finally, she continued. “I think you’ve done an exceptional job,” she said flatly.

  A moment or two passed before a semi-stunned Lacy was finally able to respond. “Oh! Well… thank you, Ma’am!”

  “Please,” she said, “I’d like for you to call me Janelle.”

  “All right… Janelle,” Lacy said, a nervous, awkward smile beginning to form on her face, and the faintest hint of one beginning to form on Janelle’s as well.

  “I can honestly say that you impress me,” she explained. “Within a week of starting here, you had memorized our extensive client list, as well as the brokers assigned to each one. Through you, office communications have been more streamlined and efficient, and frankly, I can’t remember a time when things felt more organized around here.

  “And plus,” she added, “Everybody likes you.”

  Lacy could hardly believe what she was hearing. This kind of outpouring of praise was the absolute last thing she had expected from Miss Kendrick – from Janelle – and as a result, she felt utterly dumbstruck.

  “Wow,” she finally managed to say, “That’s so kind of you to say. I care so much about this job, I really do.” It was the truth – after bouncing around firms as a temp in an ugly, cut-throat job market, barely covering her rent, Lacy had been thrilled to land this job, a job that paid better than most other receptionist-level positions in the city. Kendrick & Moss had been her one lucky break after a disastrous year, and she had spent her four months there utterly convinced she was going to screw it up somehow.

  “I can tell that you care,” Janelle told her. She paused, watching as the shy girl avoided holding eye contact with her, then continued. “However,” she said, her face hardening back up a bit, “there is something I would like to talk with you about.”

  Lacy felt her mouth go a little dry again as she looked back up to see Janelle – to see Miss Kendrick – staring back at her with unyielding eyes.

  “Specifically,” she continued, “I’d like to know how you can be so good at your job, and yet so completely unsure of yourself.”

  Lacy didn’t know what to say. “Well…” she began, stalling.

  Miss Kendrick cut her off again. “Just look at yourself right now,” she told her. “I just sang your praises, and yet you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

  “Well…”

  “Answer the question,” she commanded. Lacy couldn’t help but gulp.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” she finally answered.

  Miss Kendrick sat back in her seat, idly straightening the pens on her desk. “Now, your lack of confidence is a serious problem, and I think you would agree with me on that, wouldn’t you?”

  “…Yes, Ma’am,” she said, her voice growing weaker.

  “Good,” she went on. “Then you understand that I have to take action to remedy the problem.”

  Lacy was breathless, and honestly began to wonder if she might begin to cry. Miss Kendrick watched her for a moment, fascinated, before finally continuing.

  “Lacy, I’m going to offer you a promotion,” she said.

  She could only stare blankly at her, wondering if she had perhaps misheard.

  “My assistant, Vanessa, has been… overloaded,” she explained, “so I’ve decided to take on a second assistant to help he
r shoulder the burden. Like I said, you’ve impressed me, so I’ve decided to offer you the position. Of course, this would come with a substantial pay raise. My hope is that this will finally give you something to feel… confident about.”

  “I…I really don’t know what to say,” Lacy stammered out.

  “You can start by saying that you’ll accept,” she replied. At last, the smile returned to Lacy’s face.

  “Of course, Ma’am, yes,” she quickly said, still in disbelief. “Thank you, Ma’am!”

  Miss Kendrick nodded, the faint smile back on her face as well.

  “You’re welcome, Lacy,” she answered, before adding, “and please – call me Janelle.”

  **********

  Lacy felt dizzy as she walked out of the office. The idea that Miss Kendrick – that Janelle – had actually taken notice of her, had actually been impressed by her, had chosen her… well, it was a pleasant surprise, to say the very least. She went back to the front desk and began cleaning her things out, as Janelle had requested that she begin training with Vanessa immediately, a temp already on his way over to replace her as the receptionist. It was all happening so fast – she couldn’t even begin to digest it.

  “So, I hear we’re going to be working together.”

  Lacy turned to see Vanessa standing behind her, a friendly smile across her face. “Congratulations,” she said, moving closer and shaking Lacy’s hand. “She expects big things from you.”

  “Well, I hope I don’t let her down,” Lacy answered. Vanessa smiled back at her.

  “I’m sure you won’t. Now finish moving your things, and we’ll go start to talk about your new responsibilities over lunch,” she said, holding up a silver credit card. “Janelle’s treat.”

  Before long, the two were sitting in a small café across the street from the firm, discussing the job over Chinese chicken salads.

  “The most important thing is that you learn to anticipate her needs,” Vanessa explained through a bite. “No detail is too small. She’s a perfectionist. It’s why she’s been so successful.” She held up her cell phone, adding, “And you have to be prepared for her to call on you at any time. That’s what she pays us for.”

  Lacy nodded, eager to learn the ropes. Just over thirty, Vanessa Sullivan was only a few years older than Lacy, but unlike Lacy, she had a degree. In addition, she was calm, collected, and confident – all the things that Lacy was not. Lacy knew that she could learn a lot from this woman, and she was determined to be as good a pupil as possible.

  “And you like working for her?” Lacy asked.

  Vanessa nodded. “Janelle’s an incredible woman,” she said. “I’ve learned so much from her.”

  “You mean about commercial real estate brokerage?”

  Vanessa smiled. “Not exactly,” she said, her voice playful and mysterious.

  Lacy paid careful attention to her as they continued to discuss the finer points of the job over their salads. She was really quite naturally beautiful, Lacy realized, the kind of woman who doesn’t have to try too hard to come across as attractive, if at all. With her tall, slender frame, wavy, golden, sun-kissed hair, and deep green eyes, she radiated a confident, assertive sex appeal. Lacy wondered what it was like to be her, to feel that sort of confidence. Perhaps this promotion would be her ticket to finding out, she hoped.

  “Above all, just stay calm, follow her instructions at all times, and trust your instincts,” Vanessa advised. “I have a feeling that you’re going to do quite well. I believe in you.”

  Lacy smiled, slightly enamored with this woman.

  “You’re going to make me blush, Vanessa,” she said.

  Vanessa continued, undeterred. “You know, on a personal level… I was really excited when Janelle told me her plans for you,” she said. “I’ve always found you kind of fascinating.”

  “You have?” Lacy asked, cocking her head. Vanessa nodded.

  “Such a nice girl, and so smart, but so timid,” she explained. “It’ll be nice to finally get to know you better, maybe see you come out of that shell.”

  “Well, I’m excited to get to know you better, too,” Lacy replied. Vanessa smiled at her through another bite, a friendly chemistry developing between the two of them.

  “You know, actually,” Vanessa began, “what are you up to tonight? I usually curl up on the couch on Wednesday nights with a bowl of popcorn and watch a cheesy horror movie. It would be great to have some company – maybe a girl’s night in?”

  “Really?” Lacy asked, somewhat incredulous. No one ever seemed to notice her, but now, today, she felt like she had a spotlight shining down on her.

  “Of course,” Vanessa said, “it’ll be fun. Besides, you’ve gotta do something to celebrate your promotion, right?”

  Lacy smiled brightly at Vanessa. “Of course,” she said. “I’d really like that, thanks!”

  Vanessa grinned, finishing the last of her salad. “See?” She said with a smile, “You’re coming out of that shell already.”

  **********

  Lacy spent the rest of the day shadowing Vanessa, learning the countless ins and outs of the job. By the end of the day, she felt mentally exhausted, both from the effort of keeping up with Vanessa, and from her emotional roller coaster of a morning. She was beyond ready for a fun, relaxing evening, she realized as the two stepped into the elevator to head out for the night.

  Vanessa’s apartment was small and modest, but hip and neatly furnished as well. She welcomed Lacy inside, showing her to the couch before stepping out into the kitchen. In a moment, she returned with champagne. “I always keep a bottle ready for celebrations,” she said, smiling as she sat down, popped the cork, and poured two glasses.

  “What shall we toast to,” Vanessa asked, “to your promotion? To a happy, productive working relationship?”

  Lacy thought for a moment before answering, “Let’s toast to Janelle.”

  Vanessa grinned. “I like that answer. To Janelle!”

  The two clinked their glasses and downed their champagne, Vanessa immediately pouring two refills. “I don’t typically drink that much,” Lacy confessed, to which Vanessa rolled her eyes and playfully hit her on the shoulder.

  “C’mon,” she said, egging her on. “Live a little. You’ve earned it.” Lacy shrugged, then downed the glass, drinking a little too fast, letting some of the champagne dribble out the side and splash onto the front of her shirt. She grinned awkwardly, embarrassed.

  “Here,” Vanessa said, grabbing a Kleenex and dabbing at the spill. Lacy felt herself grow tense at the feeling of Vanessa’s hand just above her breast.

  “Love this shirt, by the way,” Vanessa said, her gaze seemingly fixed on Lacy’s bust.

  “Thanks…” Lacy said, her self-conscious discomfort growing as Vanessa ran her finger along the shirt’s neckline.

  “Really soft material,” she said, finally raising her eyes back up to meet Lacy’s. Embarrassed and unsure, Lacy quickly looked away.

  “So… what movie did you want to watch?” she asked. Vanessa smiled, leaning in closer.

  “You don’t really want to watch a movie, do you?” she asked, her smiling face just a few dangerous inches away from Lacy’s, her fingers lingering along her collarbone.

  Lacy didn’t know what to say. Was this woman trying to seduce her?

  “Do I make you nervous, Lacy?” Vanessa asked, unflinchingly.

  Lacy finally looked up at Vanessa, her heart beginning to race. “What… are you doing, Vanessa?”

  “I told you before,” Vanessa said, “You fascinate me.”

  Lacy felt her breathing begin to intensify, the situation overwhelming her. Vanessa smiled, softly running her fingers over Lacy’s cheek, watching the anxious young thing before her squirm and try to stammer out a response. “Vanessa… I…”

  Vanessa didn’t let her finish, choosing instead to lean in and kiss her. Lacy let out a muffled murmur of surprise, a murmur which quickly developed into a soft moan at the feel o
f Vanessa’s lips on hers.

  She’s kissing me… Lacy thought, her mind spinning. She’s kissing me and I’m not stopping her…

  Finally, Vanessa pulled back, staring into Lacy’s eyes. “Did you like that?” she asked softly.

  Lacy was at a complete loss for words, her emotions flipped upside down and shaken violently.

  “I…I don’t like other girls like that,” she finally answered.

  Vanessa laughed. “That’s not what I asked you,” she said, casually placing her hand over Lacy’s leg, and slowly pushing it up along her thigh. “Do you like this?”

  Lacy gasped and tightened her legs as Vanessa’s hand crept closer to her crotch, quickly placing her hand over Vanessa’s. “Please…” she said, her voice weak.

  Vanessa was undeterred, continuing to slowly push her hand up along Lacy’s thigh, working her fingertips in between Lacy’s tightened legs, encouraged to find no actual resistance. She leaned in close again, her forehead resting against Lacy’s, her fingers finally pressing up against Lacy’s most sensitive area. Lacy gasped again, louder, her hand tightening onto Vanessa’s wrist but still not pulling it away.

  “You know, you’re not very convincing,” Vanessa whispered, her lips grazing against the side of Lacy’s face, her fingers beginning to push at Lacy’s clit through her jeans in a slow, steady rhythm. Lacy whimpered, her mind deep underwater. Slowly, to her astonishment, she found her legs opening, her body seeming to will itself under Vanessa’s spell.

  “That’s it…” Vanessa cooed, before gently kissing Lacy’s face, softly teasing her tongue down her neck. “Just relax…”

  Lacy tilted her head back, opening her mouth and gasping softly at the feel of Vanessa’s mouth on her neck, her fingers between her legs. It felt so… wrong…and yet so good… She knew that she wanted it, that she wanted more of it. And she knew that she didn’t want to fight it…

  She reached up, running her fingers through Vanessa’s hair and pulling her head in close, moaning as Vanessa’s licks and kisses began to intensify. Her other hand, still clamped over Vanessa’s wrist, threatening to pull it away, instead started pushing Vanessa’s fingers in against her clit, closer, harder.