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Title: The Deal
Category: Dolcett
A real world setting with a Dolcett ending. Claire is offered a top executive job, but there are strings attached.
Author : Ellen Delious
Words: 3441


The Deal
Part One

Claire greeted her boss with a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"So, how was your holiday," Claire asked.

"Oh, just too wonderful," Ellen answered, returning a kiss to Claire's cheek. "The island boys, what can I say."
Ellen sat down at her desk. The office was small, three meters by three. The size belied the importance of Ellen's position. But it had a window with a great view of the city center park, and Ellen liked a little office. Sparse and businesslike was Ellen's creed.
There was nothing personal of Ellen's in the office. Claire had removed and packed away the framed photos of Ellen's now former husband and their two children.
"Mr. D was right," Ellen sighed. "The end of an eight year marriage needs to be marked with some change. That's why he ordered me to take two weeks in the south seas."

"Well, I enjoyed covering for you, boss," Claire said. "But I'm glad you're back."

Ellen got out of her chair and had Claire sit in it.
"So, show me how you managed from my seat of power," Ellen commanded.

"I started mostly from my own desk," Claire said, dropping into Ellen's chair with comfortable familiarity. "But out there, in the office traffic, I wasn't getting enough work done. I see now that a private office is as much of a necessity as a power totem."

"Well, how would you like to have this office for keeps?" Ellen asked.

Claire picked up on what Ellen was hinting at. She was almost as happy for Ellen as she was for herself, if what Ellen's question implied was true.
"Boss, are you going to the national office?"

Ellen nodded.
"And I want to put you in as my replacement," she said.
Then Ellen's mood changed.
"There's one thing, what the job will cost. You and I have to talk."


The two women had left the building and went to a bar. It was well before noon, but Ellen knew one nearby that was open.
Ellen and Claire were the only customers. 
"I'm getting a drink," Ellen said. "I suggest you do too."
Claire didn't want a drink, but ordered one anyway.
Ellen had a straight shot. She waited for Claire to drink her mixed drink before talking.

"Claire, I'd like you to have my old job, but I don't know if you're going to want it..."

Claire excitedly interrupted. "Boss, it's all right, I think I'm ready, I can do it. Of course I want it."

"You don't know everything," Ellen said. "The job, it has a price, a big price."

Claire realized that Ellen must be upset about her recently ended marriage. She had divorced her husband and gave him all rights to custody of their children.
Claire knew that a high profile job with its demands on time could be tough on a family, but Claire wasn't Ellen.
For one thing, Claire didn't grow up with all the privileges the white Ellen grew up with.
For Claire and her family, a good paycheck was a thing to be most appreciated.

Ellen was looking at Claire, almost knowing what Claire was thinking.
"It's not the breakup of my marriage," Ellen said. "It wasn't long hours or so much stress that I shut out the family. My marriage started breaking up the day I took this job. And Claire, I can't say anything else without your confidence."

Claire was now concerned about her friend.
"Oh course you have my confidence," Claire said.

"What I'm about to say, the company can deny," Ellen said. "And I will be the only one you could file complaint with."
Claire remained quiet and listened.
"Claire, what I am going to say to you is considered sexual harassment. For the one who gets my job, sexual favors are expected."

Claire was stunned. The company she worked for, there were so many many women in positions of real authority, woman like Ellen, in charge of important operations. How could such a thing happen.
"Okay, I understand," Claire said. "They are playing it smart, shielding themselves with you."

"They are smart, Claire. If you say yes, you will get the job, but you will have to go with me to Mr. D's suite, and you will have to do everything you are told to do. You get a salary that pays five times what you make now, and get bonuses that will be bigger than your salary, and you will get to do this job for at least two years. During that time, they won't ask anything like this from you  until it's time for the next promotion.
"So, in two years, say about half a million dollars a year, you figure it out. But to get that, you have to go with me when we leave this bar.
"That's what I did, two years ago. I didn't tell my husband, thought I could keep it all secret.
"If you agree, you'll know. Think about the money. It's a lot. It so much money it will change how you live, change your children's future.
"But if you take it, it's best if you get yourself into a mood that it's your decision, your choice."

Claire had listen carefully. Now she was thinking. She didn't like the idea. She'd be cheating on her marriage vows. Claire felt that Ellen had been right. If she was to take this deal, Claire knew she would not be confessing it to her husband. It would be too much a blow to his pride, all ready shaky with a wife who made more money then he did.
But the money, yes, it would be life shaking. No junior college for her children because it was cheaper, like Claire had to do. No working harder than any slave ancestor to finish college and when finally getting that diploma, a big fat student loan to go along with it.
Claire thought of her daughter, and how the job would make so many thing open for her.
Claire realize she was considering the offer.

"What would they ask?" she asked Ellen.

Ellen let out a sigh. She considered Claire her friend, and hated making this offer. But Ellen also knew what an opportunity this was for Claire, and how a whole lot of money was more than just a whole lot of money. Money was choice, freedom. Money can't buy happiness, but being free of the need of money can be a very good thing.
Besides, Mr. D had asked Ellen to make the offer, and Ellen had to obey.

"We go together," Ellen said, remembering what it was like when she took the deal. "When we arrive, we will probably be asked to undress. You and I put on some revealing lingerie. They like the women to wear a little something.
"They might have you and I do something. When I went, my old boss and I, we had to,,, we did lesbian sex. So, that might happen.
"You will be asked to have sex by the many people there. They will only suggest, but they expect you to pick up on the hint, and comply as if it was all your idea.
"Can you do it?"

Claire nodded. Then she thought about it, and said, "Yes, yes I can."
Claire had one question.
"You and me,,, How would you feel about that?"

"Claire, I liked my old boss. She and I acted a lot like you and I behave. I believe we are more than colleges, but friends. Like you and I, my old boss and I showed little signs of affection, hugs and friendly pecks.
"When I agreed, and they asked me to have sex with her, it was the first time, and only time I ever made love to a woman. I'm glad it happened. She was promoted and although we had promised to visit each other again, it hasn't happened. So, you and I, if they ask, I'd be happy to do it with you."

Claire decided. She'd take it. She wasn't going to let some convention keep her from this golden opportunity.

Ellen explain more of what to expect. Claire thought it through and was still committed.
The two women left the bar and went back to the company.
In the elevator, Ellen used a key to select the penthouse offices.
The doors opened, and two women dressed in black leather met Ellen and Claire in the lobby.


The two women wore leather mask and knee high boots. A black leather halter with long sleeves acted as a bra. From the halter to the tops of the boots they wore nothing else. The two women had their ass and pussy on display. Their pubic hair had been shaved.
The boots were the thing that made Claire cringe. The boots had impossibly high spike heels. The heels were so high that the women had to stand on tip toe, like ballet dancers.
What must it be like to wear such painful boots? Claire thought.

Ellen and Claire were helped out of their clothing. Ellen was given thigh high black boots and shoulder length black gloves to wear. The two women on their toes quickly did Ellen's hair so it was up.
Claire was given white to wear, to contrast with her dark brown skin.
White mesh gloves that ended at the wrist and had white fake fur. White fake fur choker and sandals, with white straps that laced up Claire's leg, across her midriff and up around her shoulders. The white straps covered her body but concealed nothing. Claire was still very naked.
Both Ellen's boots and Claire's sandals had tall spiked heels. Not the six inch monsters that the two women in the leather mask wore, but a manageable but still difficult four inch heel.
Claire checked out Ellen, and turned about so Ellen could check her out.
They entered the main room, Ellen leaned toward Claire and said, "I don't ever want to hear you complain about your ass again. You look great, and those heels, they make your ass to die for."

Mr. D was the first to great Claire and Ellen.
"So, you're the one who is going to try to replace our dear Ellen," Mr. D said.

Claire curtsied and said something like "I'm going to try, sir."

"Oh, no sirs here," Mr. D said. "I like to think of our business as family, Claire. It is all right to use 'Claire'?"

Claire said, "Yes, Mr. D."

"Say, Claire, can I get you something to drink? or would you like to take my cock in you mouth?"
Just like that, that quick, Mr. D had asked Claire to make her first payment for her new job.

Claire didn't flinch, but went down to her knees and took the President's cock into her mouth. She sucked it with a no nonsense rhythm, in and out, to the back of her mouth and back till the head was held by just her lips. It was a simple style that Claire had first used when she was still a teenager. As a senior in high school, when her closest friend had to drop out of school to have a baby, Claire had learned to like sucking cock.
Claire had gotten half way through college before losing her vaginal virginity, but had been eaten dozens of times and sucked dozens of cocks.
Claire put herself in that mindset, thinking of the boys in high school and college, as she sucked Mr. D's cock.
Claire did like sucking cock. She had the control when giving head, and that was sexy all by itself.
The steady rhythm, and Claire's sincere attitude to sucking brought Mr. D off quickly.
Claire swallowed. It was no big deal, and so much less messy then spitting.

"Thank you, Claire," Mr. D said. "I think you will have no problems with Ellen's old job."
When Mr. D suggested that Ellen also suck his cock, Claire was impressed. The middle aged white man had no trouble staying hard.
While Ellen was sucking Mr. D, he suggested that Claire do something to Ellen. Claire got on the floor to get her face under Ellen's cunt. Ellen had to spread her knees wider, and slipped. Her butt landed on Claire's face. That wasn't working so well, so Claire got on her knees and kissed Ellen's on the crease of her ass as Ellen sucked cock. This was better. Ellen's dainty round ass presented itself to Claire. Below her thighs, in a little diamond shaped opening, was the lips of Ellen's pussy. It was the perfect presentation. Claire stooped down, on elbows and knees, and gave Ellen's pussy a kiss. She licked Ellen's slit, and got the direct taste of her former boss.
This was the first time Claire ever tasted pussy, directly.
Oh, she had tasted herself before, tasted it on the penis of her lover when following a session of regular lovemaking with oral stimulation to get him hard again. 
This was Ellen, her friend as well as her boss. Claire was glad her first pussy was Ellen. She did to Ellen what she liked done to herself. Claire flicked her tongue a lot, and fluttered about the naked pussy, then concentrated on the clitoris.
Ellen let a moan escape from her cock filled mouth.

Mr. D was watching Claire licking Ellen's pussy as Ellen was sucking Mr. D's cock. He came again, and Ellen's cheeks puffed out, filled with sperm.
"Oh, please, don't swallow," Mr. D said.
Ellen turned about and kissed Claire. A tongue parted Claire's lips, and a mouthful of sperm went into Claire's mouth.
Claire was about to return the sperm to Ellen but a girl with vivid pink hair, both on her head and her pubic mound, kissed Claire first and sucked the sperm out of Claire's mouth then went back to the party.

After being greeted by Mr. D, Claire and Ellen were now able to mingle with the other guest. Claire did notice that the woman to man ratio was about two to one. But most the women were paired up with other women, until a man approached. Then one of the woman, or both, would do some sexual act with the man.

So far, no man had been unbusy enough to approach Ellen and Claire. The two finally sat on a couch and got into a sixty-nine just so they wouldn't be so obvious.
When Claire was on the bottom, a man did approach. But he told the two to stay where they were. As Claire ate Ellen's pussy, and Ellen returned the favor, the gentleman pressed his cock against Ellen's bare dry anus.
He pressed once or twice, then asked Claire if she's mind doing Ellen to make her ready.
Ellen was now of fours, her ass to Claire's face.
Claire had never imagined doing anything like this. She had expected she would be expected to eat pussy and so she had no problem when Mr. D had made his request.
But licking someone's asshole, Claire had never done anything like that, never even imagine doing so.
But when Claire had been licking Ellen's pussy, her nose was in that asshole. Ellen was clean, and a request had been made. Claire took a breath, for resolve more than anything else, and stuck out her tongue.
The tongue tip flicked against Ellen's anus. It wasn't bad. Claire could do this. She licked again, using bigger licks, and slathering more saliva onto her tongue to make Ellen's anal pore wetter.
He stopped Claire and had her return to her bottom sixty-nine position. He pressed his cock hard against Ellen's spit-lubed asshole as Ellen wiggled her ass up and down, trying to work her asshole onto the cock. It did enter, and Claire got a worm's eye view. Claire licked clitty as she watch the cock dry fuck her friend's ass. The rectum was pulled and pushed. The anus would hollow on the inward stroke, being pushed by the cock into Ellen. Then on the out stroke, Claire got to see the anus stretched and pulled out, clinging to the cock that impaled it.
When he was done the man said it would help prepare Ellen.
Now that he was done, another man was there, with the desire to fuck Ellen in the ass. This one had brought something to use as lubricant.
Claire knew the smell, it was butter.
The use of butter made thing go easier. At least Ellen's behind wasn't being so distorted.
Claire was asked to eat Ellen's now butter flavored ass between two more ass fuckings.

Four men in a row had taken Ellen anally. But Ellen didn't seem to mind.
The first man returned, with two woman, dressed exotically, but still mostly naked, and had the two do an all female menage a trois while the first man and another gentleman did a male, female, male trois with Claire on fours. The first man to anally take Ellen was in Claire's mouth and the other man doing Claire doggy style.
Ellen had stopped Claire when she was going to make a complaint.
"You said anything," Ellen reminded Claire.
Claire mentally shrugged her shoulders. She had tongued Ellen's asshole, so taking the cock that had been in that ass into her mouth couldn't be that much worse.
"The only difference between this job and other companies is 'eat shit' literally is the job description," Claire thought to herself.
But the gentleman who had first done Ellen's ass had been clean and Claire didn't get any taste of fecal.

The afternoon had become night, and Claire had lost count of how many times she had been fucked. No one had asked to do her ass, but she had sucked a lot more cocks then she had fucked, and she had fucked a lot of cocks.
But there weren't that many men. She wasn't the only girl doing the men, and she had seen men go from one girl to another. These white men must have had a secret to staying hard. They were doing a lot better then many horny young brothers would have been able to manage.

Claire wasn't worried about what they were thinking at home. She had said she would probably be working late, with her boss returning from vacation.
Claire was sitting on some girl's face, getting her pussy eaten, as she sucked on some man's cock that she had sucked several times before.
And she was thinking of her family.
Her husband would be thrilled to hear about the promotion. And when her first big paycheck came in, he would go fucking wild.
No more worrying about bills. They could move to a nicer place, with good schools,,,
Schools. They were rich now. Claire's daughters would go to private school, with low student to teacher ratios, and staff to help with any little deficiency, and teachers who weren't all too busy with paperwork to teach class, but able to teach children how to be the ones who would lead the companies.
Cars, not just a new car, but never again having to worry about if an old car would last until they could afford replacing it.
That was the change money made. They didn't have to decided on whether they could afford it. They would decide by what they needed, or wanted.
Oh, Claire knew she wasn't going to go wild, spending money like toilet paper. But finally, there would be enough that they wouldn't have to worry about it any more.

And at that moment, the cock in her mouth came. The sperm filling her mouth broke the daydreaming she was involved in.
Okay, she said to herself. Don't think about it. If what I'm doing is being a whore, well, I'm a well paid whore.
No, Ellen is right, Claire corrected herself. This was my choice, and I made it. I am doing this for what I will gain.
Claire lifted the cock that had just came in her mouth so she could lick and suck on the balls. The man was looking down at Claire and Claire smiled back at him.
"Do you like the way I'm licking your balls?" Claire asked.
This is my game, and I'm calling the shots, she said in her mind as she kissed each testicle with a load kiss. I'm going to be a Regional Vice President and my life and my family's life will never be the same.

He was hard again, and Claire went back to sucking the cock again.

To be continued
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STORY - The Deal, part 2
« Reply #1 on: June 17, 2005, 06:36:57 PM »
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Title: The Deal
Category: Dolcett
A real world setting with a Dolcett ending. Claire is offered a top executive job, but there are strings attached.
Author : Ellen Delious
Words: 2990

The Deal
Part Two

Mr. D and Ellen came over to Claire.
"It's time, Claire," Mr. D said.
Was this it, they would make the announcement that Ellen was going to a new job at the national headquarters, and that Claire was now the new regional manager. She was now top executive with a paycheck so big she'd never have to worry about money again.
Mr. D turned to Ellen and said, "Ellen, it's time for you to remember everything."

Claire was perplexed by the look on Ellen's face. She had gone into that rabbit in the oncoming headlights look.
Then Ellen said a wordless 'Oh,' appearing as if she remember something important.

Ellen now remember what had happened when she had been promoted. Maybe she should have told Claire about that, but it didn't matter, they hadn't wanted her to tell about that.

The women at the party were all standing around Claire.
Claire noticed they were all standing very close to her. She shivered a little. Claire had seen this same situation before, on TV. The winning coach was about to get a cooler of Gatorade dumped on her.

The women all reach out and put one hand on Claire. She was lifted off her feet and laid on a stone table. The few garments she had were removed. The fake fur collar and gloves, and sandals were gone, and when Claire first put them on, she felt they made her more naked then she would have been being really naked. But now that they were gone, Claire never felt more naked before in her life.
Claire was held down to the table, but wasn't alarmed yet. This was a wild bunch and Claire bet it was going to be a lot wilder then Gatorade. Were they going to dump pee or champagne on her?

A metal hood was placed on Claire's head. Ellen was there above Claire as she was still being held down. Ellen had a long needle. She put the needle into a slot on the helmet and Claire felt it prick her skull.

"Ow, that hurt," Claire said.
The helmet was pulled away, and Ellen and another woman were checking the needle mark on Claire's head. Ellen and the other woman nodded to each other.
Claire was now getting worried.
The helmet went back on. Then Claire saw the drill in Ellen hand.
The bit was long, thin and long.

"Hey, don't," Claire yelled. "It's not funny, please, Ellen, you're scaring me. That drill's not funny."

The hands holding Claire now pressed down hard. Claire couldn't move.
And it wasn't funny. Ellen put the bit into the slot and Claire felt the end of it against the skin on her skull. A small space of the bit shaft showed. Ellen started the drill and pushed down against it.
Claire felt the bit cut through the thin layer of skin. It hurt a little, but what was worse was the sound, filling her head, of the bit drilling into the bone of her skull.
Claire yelled.
She had agreed to sex, lots of sex, but nothing like this.
The sound of her skull being bored through was scaring Claire.
Claire was now screaming as the bit dug deeper into the bone of her skull.
"Please, don't. Stop, stop now. I don't agree to any of this. Stop it, stop it, stop it."
The screaming went on.
Claire didn't think about the big money anymore. The drill bit invading her skull was so wrong. The real world wasn't like this. The bit would go into her brain. What freaky wrong thing had she gotten into.
The drill was stopped by the slot, the depth was right, the bit was through the skull.
Ellen now had a long wire that was inserted into the helmet. More wire went into the slot then the slot was long. The wire was inside Claire's head.
Claire didn't feel the wire. The brain doesn't feel. But Claire was terrified. This was nightmare stuff.
This was stupid horror movie stuff, but it was Claire who in this movie. It was Claire going alone down the basement steps as the audience yelled at the screen for her to stop.
Claire had something foreign in her brain, and what she feared was worse than dying.

The other woman took over from Ellen. She connected an electrical lead to the wire that was inside Claire's head.
Claire felt nothing. The woman did something to the wire, Claire saw a cascade of stars. Adjustment after adjustment was made.
Claire was in the flames of hell. She was screaming again, louder then before.
The flames went away. Without the flames, Claire didn't have the strength to maintain the screaming.
She pleaded.
Now Claire smelled oranges. The world was made of oranges, she never smelled anything so strong before.
Then the smell was gone. And so was the fear.
"Claire, I want you to lie perfectly still," the woman said. "Do you understand?" the woman said. "Only move your eyes to answer me."
Claire didn't nod her head or say a word. She raised her eyes up and down.
"I think she's ready. Let her go."
The hands all went away.
"Claire, I want you to remain absolutely still. Do you understand?"
Claire used her eyes to answer.
The woman stood back. Ellen was there, with a huge ax. The head of the ax was wicked looking, with an edge so sharp it hurt just looking at it. Ellen raised the ax high over her head and swung down at Claire's face.
Claire didn't move. The club stopped inches from her face. Claire didn't even flicker her eyelids.
"She's ready."

Ellen was there. She pulled back her hair, to show Claire the tiny little scar that was there, a few years old.
"Claire, I didn't know that this would be done to you. I was told not to remember.
"But Claire, they will keep their word. You will have this fabulous paying job for the next two years. You will have lots of money, and you'll spend some wonderful time with your family. You and your husband are going to have a couple of honeymoon years all over again."
"Here, let me help you get up." And Ellen helped Claire to her feet.

Mr. D was calling for everybody's attention.
"We at the Dolcett Corporation have our traditions, and the most important relationship to sustenance.
Our special relationship to the feeding, and its relationship to us is what distinguishes us, defines us, makes us unique.
"So, in keeping with that tradition, Ladies and gentlemen, I present Ellen."

Ellen stepped forward.
"Thank you, Mr. Dolcett. I hope I do a good job."

Claire was with Ellen the entire time she was prepared. Claire took part in washing Ellen.
Ellen was made as clean as she could be, inside and out.

The metal spit was brought out, carried by Mr. Dolcett himself. He started the process by asking Claire to tongue Ellen's anus.
This was different then when Claire had first eaten Ellen's ass. Claire had been changed. She didn't think about what she had been asked. Of course she was going to lick out Ellen's asshole.
This was something Claire wanted to do. She wanted to do it because licking Ellen there was now what Claire wanted.
Also, there was obeying. Claire would get great pleasure by the act of obeying the commands given her. And the things asked of Claire, now were all things she wanted to do anyway.
Claire's tongue went over the very clean anus. She licked and probed it, making her friend relax and loose.

Mr. Dolcett tapped Claire's shoulder, then placed the tip of the spit in Ellen's anal opening.
A group of woman took over. Some helped Ellen keep her ass in high position as other women worked the spit and pushed it deeper into her body.

The whole time, Claire was kneeling next to Ellen's face.
"That's where I knelt when my old boss was spited," Ellen said to her former office manager.
"Oh, Claire, she was great, stayed alive for the complete spitting, and was alive for most of what happened later.
"Claire, I'm going to be looking for you, and I won't be able to talk, but I'll try to keep moving my eyes as long as I can, as long as I'm conscious.
"Please, watch my eyes, because you'll have to announce when I'm gone."
Ellen moaned.
"They're at the top of the descending colon. They're going to push through into the intestines and organs. Some women die at this point. Please stay close."
Claire told her friend that she would stay by her, she wouldn't leave.
The spit was pushed into the organs. A sonogram was used to see where the spit was. The alignment was good, and the spit had entered the lungs.
"Oh," Ellen moaned. "They did a good job. I can feel the air coming out of the holes of the spit filling my lungs. I have a good chance of lasting for a long time."

Mr. Dolcett nodded to Ellen and Claire.

"They're ready for the next push," Ellen said to Claire. "I won't be able to talk after that.
"It's time for last words."

"I want to thank Mr. Dolcett and the company," Ellen said, loud enough for everybody to hear. It took great effort to speak around the pain of the spit impaling her body.
"It was great to work for you. It was always great, every moment."
Then Ellen looked at Claire. She spoke barely above a whisper.
"Claire, the best part was to be able to work with you. I knew you'd be great, be my replacement. I'm proud of you."
Then Ellen nodded to Mr. Dolcett.

"I love you," Ellen whispered to Claire.
The spit was given a great push, and it came up the lungs into the throat. Claire saw the point of the spit deep in Ellen's mouth. She lifted her friend's head to align with the spit, and it come out Ellen's mouth.
Ellen would not be able to speak anymore. Ellen blinked her eyes and looked directly at Claire.

"I love you too," Claire said. "I will never forget you," she whispered.
Then in a loud voice, Claire said, "She alive, she's still conscious."

They went onto the roof of the penthouse. Ellen was carried on her spit, held high above everybody's head.
A cooking pit was in the center of the open area, surround by screens to prevent anyone with telescopes from watching what was happening.
Ellen was placed over the fire, and slowly turned.
A wide flat collar was placed around her neck, to protect her head from the flames. This would also help Ellen stay alive for as long as she could. Ellen had been a regional vice president, a top executive of the Dolcett Corporation. The features of her head had to be saved. Her preserved head would go to the national hall that held the head of the other top women executives. Ellen would be with her old boss again.

Ellen's skin was almost as black as Claire's when Claire saw the last movement of her friend's eyes. She hadn't blinked for a long time, but the eyes, their focus was always right on Claire. And they would lower and raise every once in a while as Ellen took in all her friend's body.
The eyes had remained fixed on Claire for a long time. Claire counted to herself, and when she reached a hundred, she moved out of the direction of Ellen's stare to see if the eyes would follow.
When Ellen's eyes didn't move, Claire said goodbye to her friend and boss. Claire knew she was the last thing Ellen got to see, and hope that pleased her friend.
"She's gone," Claire called out.

Ellen was nearly done when Claire made the announcement.
Ellen would be ready to come off the fire within fifteen minutes. Everyone remarked at what a good job she had done of staying with them for as long as she did.

The men took Ellen off the fire. She was taken to the carving table. The head was carefully removed and put into the preserving solution. The container was transparent so everyone could see Ellen's face. Claire stood close by her former boss, watching her face, trying to see in her eyes what the last moment of being was like.
The look on Ellen, it reminded Claire how she felt after giving birth to her daughter. She knew she must has looked a mess, but her husband told her she never seen her looking so beautiful.
Ellen, there was the ordeal of the flames on her face, but also a beauty. Ellen's face had the look of satisfaction that comes with achieving something long sought.

A cut of meat was presented to Claire. It was on of the first cuts, a slice of Ellen's breast. This was the first time Claire tasted Ellen this way, but it wasn't the first time she had eaten Ellen.
Claire realized that she was glad that she and Ellen got to make love.
A thousand memories of working with Ellen over the passed two or so years went through Claire's mind.
Now Claire was in charge. She would have hard work ahead of her. Claire just knew she'd do a good job for the company.
And it wouldn't be all work. In the next two years, Claire would spend some wonderful time with her husband and daughter. Christmas was going to be so good, and the vacations they'd take during the next two summers...
It would be sad, in two years, when with a word said, Claire would begin moving away from her family. They would fight, and breakup. But it would be quick. Five to nine months the breakups usually take. Her daughter would be upset when mommy wouldn't ask for custody or even visitation. The reason given would be the job. The family would receive generous child support from Claire's paycheck.

Then it would be Claire's turn. When the divorce was final, it would be Claire's turn to take a two week vacation. She would go to a south sea island, a special place kept isolated from the rest of the world by the Dolcett corporation. The indigenous people still maintained ancient ways.
As Ellen had done the last two weeks while on her vacation, Claire would do new and exciting things every day. There would be feast every evening, and sex with someone new every night.
The feasts, Claire would taste again the meat she was eating for the first time tonight.

Claire went back to the carving table for another slice. Mr. Dolcett himself was serving. He had the coat, shirt and tie of his suit still on, an wore a big apron, with the cartoon of a spitted girl roasting on a fire. Mr. Dolcett was naked from the waist down, and one of the leather clad girls was knelling at his feet, servicing his cock. She was straddling another girl, sitting on the girl's face as she felated Mr. Dolcett.
"Ellen turned out great," Mr. Dolcett said. "I'm very proud of her."
Then he took his serving fork and carving knife and asked what part Claire would like.
Claire said to wait a moment, she kissed Mr. Dolcett, tasted the taste of the meat he had just eaten, tasted Ellen still on him mouth. Claire knelt down and kissed the girl sucking Mr. Dolcett's cock, then kissed his cock too. Together with the leather girl, Claire work Mr. Dolcett, giving him a two girl blowjob.
And Claire thought of Ellen as she sucked the President's cock.
Ellen had done a remarkable job. Tonight had gone without a hitch. Not every transition had gone as smoothly as this one. But tonight everything had gone right. In two years, Claire would be back from the vacation, her marriage ended, and time for her assistant to take over Claire's job. Claire would make the proposition, leaving out certain important details.
There were contingencies if everything didn't go as smoothly. If Claire misjudged her replacement and the job was turned down, another would be offered the job. The party might get delayed, but it would happen.
Claire had been cooperative until the helmet. Sometimes the replacement would raise objections earlier. Then the girls in leather would show they were there for more then show. The replacement would be presented to the helmet sooner, and the adjustment made.
Ellen had chosen well, with Claire cooperating up until it was time to begin cooking Ellen.
That was the latest for the adjustment to be made.
The tiny hole in Claire's forehead had scabbed over. In a few days, skin would cover it, like it had for Ellen and every other women in the penthouse offices.

Mr. Dolcett was coming, and the leather girl was taking the spewing cock from Claire's mouth so she could get some of his sperm.
Claire straighten up and stood up next to Mr. Dolcett.
"Ellen thought very high of you," he said.
"This was a big night for her, and she did a great job. She's set a high standard for you and the others who will follow to meet."
Claire agreed.
"It's been a big night for you too," Mr. Dolcett said. "A lot has happened, and a lot is going to happened. But you don't have to think about tonight for awhile. Think about the new job. Think about how the money will do things for you and your family. Think about the good things you can now afford, think about the vacations your family will take. I don't want you to think about this night for at least two years."

And with that suggestion, Claire didn't think about that night for a long time. 

The End.