Annabelle Genovisi: Office bitch
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When Ivan comes in to see Annabelle in her office, she's lounging on the desk, goofing off as usual, legs crossed and examining her nails. He strikes up a conversation with a little office gossip, talking about Maria in accounting, who just got fired out of the blue last week. Annabelle's eyes light up at the topic. "Do you want to know why she got fired?" she gushes. "Can you keep a secret? I got her fired! Walking around the office like she's top shit, yeah I got her fired!" Well, the only problem is Maria suspected that Annabelle got her fired, and told Ivan. "There's no way she could have known," Annabelle scoffs.
"You know what the best part about it is?" Ivan asks with a laugh, then suddenly drops the smile, "She's my girlfriend." Annabelle thinks he's joking, but he is quite serious, and grabs Annabelle's wrists behind her back, pulling her over on top of the desk and pinning her down against it. "Do you see me laughing, bitch? I'm going to teach you a little lesson about firing people you know nothing about." He pulls out a roll of blue electric tape and starts it around her wrists. "Did you know she has two kids?" Maria never talked about her kids, but now their household has one less income to support the family.
"Let me go!" Annabelle demands, but Ivan has different plans for her. Maybe next time she should check into the friends and family of the person she's getting fired before she acts. "She never said anything about dating your or her stupid fucking kids!" Would that have made any difference? No. "Look, isn't there any way we can work this out other than THIS?" This is working just fine for Ivan, taping those shapely legs together at the ankles and knees, watching Annabelle wiggle her ass, her dress sliding up and revealing her lacy stocking tops and cheeky boyshorts as she struggles. "Someone is going to come in and see you doing this!" Actually, probably not. Most people are out of the office now, but even if someone does come in, with as much of a bitch as Annabelle often is, who knows, they may want to join in. Ivan winds some tape folding her heels close to that hot little ass, holding the spikes of her shoes to keep her nice and tight. When Ivan starts pulling her beautiful hair out of her face, she snarls, "Don't touch me!" Maybe he should shave all that pretty hair off - wouldn't that be a sexy look? Annabelle starts yelling for help at that threat, but Ivan has something to shut her up, a nice big wad of cloth he crams in her mouth. That's a lot better, a lot quieter, several turns of electrical tape holding it deep in her mouth. She still tries to bitch through the gag but it is too muffled to be understood. Ivan uses just a bit more of the blue tape to pull her elbows together, making it even harder for her to move.
Ivan has to go take care of a few things, so he leaves angry Annabelle to squirm and struggle on the desk. When he comes back, he tells Annabelle, "Well, I called and told her that you were the one who got her fired," he tilts her onto her side, "and she told me to make you pay for it." He slides her dress off her shoulder, one boob popping out, the nipple full and rosy. "How should I make you pay, hmm?" His fingers close around her nipple and he squeezes, making Annabelle moan in pain. "Does that hurt? Squeeze harder?" He does it again, a little more viciously, then slaps her ass a few times. "I think I know a way to make you pay: take you down to the wrong side of town, drop you off, and tell the guys to use you as they wish!" Annabelle protests as loudly as she can from behind the gag, shaking her head vigorously. "Well the good news is I don't think you'll have a job here either, tomorrow." He goes to get things ready to move her, then comes back and tells her, "I'm back, and we're going!" He cuts the tape around her elbows to make it a little easier to carry her, then lifts her off the desk and over his shoulder. Karma is a bitch, isn't it?