"Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire"

                            by Musker

                   Inspired by and dedicated to
                       a very special Muse.

A special thanks to Ted E. Bear for helping me proof read this!


                             (part 1)

Have you ever had a boyfriend you just couldn't dump? I have.

His name is Paul. He was a blind date set up by a friend, who new a friend,
who had a buddy, etc. Anyway, we went out a few times, had sex "once" and
that's all I needed to know. He's not what I'm looking for. He is a nice
guy and all, fairly good looking, caring personality, ok in bed. The
chemistry JUST isn't there. Plus the fact he's looking for a stay at home
kind of gal with lots of kids, which is definitely not me! So I told him.
"You're a nice guy, but I'm not interested. Good luck and good bye."

For some reason he didn't get it. I think he was hooked on me, infatuated,
a crush, whatever. In a way I can't blame him. I don't like to brag, but
truth be know I am quite an attractive woman. Many people, both men and
women have told me so. I'm in my early 20's, average height and weight,
great figure, long dark hair and soft feminine features. A really good
looking woman, with brains to match. I have a BA degree from an Ivy league
college.

I also have a good start on my career working for a large prestigious
corporation. With my education and current business experience. I have one
fantastic future ahead of me. Especially with my current position. I am
working as a personal assistant to a Ms. Katherine Sloan. She is one power
house of a female executive.

Ms. Sloan is quite the business woman. She must be in her 50's, but looks
thirtyish. She is attractive in a demure kind of way. She dresses in well
tailor business suits that down play her femininity, but enhance her
cooperate executive persona. She started with the company when she left
high school and has consistently moved up the ladder to her present
position. A few years ago she was promoted to associate vice president AND
the first woman to break the glass ceiling in this company. She is quite a
woman and a great role model.

One day she walked into her office to find Paul and myself in one of our on
going arguments. I wanted him out of my life while he wanted me to be back
into his life, forever. Ms. Sloan knew a little of my on going predicament
with Paul from past occurrences and some short conversations we had
together. Ms. Sloan is so easy to talk to about anything.

I guess Ms. Sloan was as fed up with Paul as I was. That's when she decided
to take the situation into her own hands. She can be very aggressive at
times. A regular take charge kind of woman. And at that point and time, I
could use all the help I could get.

She walked up next to me and in a rather perturbed dominating tone said to
Paul, "Young man, why do you continue to bother Ms. Jenson? Has she not told
you over and over again that she is NOT interest in continuing a
relationship with you? She does not like you. She has no desire to be with
you. And she wants you to leave her alone, FOREVER! Why do you fail to
understand this?" The last part she said with a very direct commanding
voice that sent a chill down my own spine.

Such words would have forced any normal guy back into reality, but not
Paul. He just continued telling Ms. Sloan what he repeatedly told me. How we
were truly right for one another. How much in love he was with me. If I
would only give it a little more time I too would see how we were destined
to live happily ever after with each other. Oh I heard it all before so
many times. And now Ms. Sloan could hear it for herself, in first person, what
I have already told her in bits and pieces.

Paul continued his rambling romantic tale when Ms. Sloan motioned for him to
stop with her hand. He did. She then told him that there was another
reason, a more important reason why I wanted him out of my life. And with
that Ms. Sloan did something that completely caught me off guard.

Ms. Sloan turned towards me. She grabbed my face in her hands and gave me
one heck of a French kiss. I was taken fully by surprise. I never expected
Ms. Sloan to do this. I mean, I wasn't even remotely gay and as far as I
knew neither was Ms. Sloan. I felt her lips overlap and massage mine. Her
tongue probed deep into my mouth, exploring my sensitive orifice, and
playing, teasingly, with my own shocked tongue. It felt a little exciting,
but mostly, well . . . yucky! Her oral rape of me felt like it lasted for
hours, but only a minute or two later she finally broke the kiss.

I stood there dumb founded. I couldn't believe what just happened. Ms. Sloan
was talking again to Paul, but all I heard was small parts of it. I was so
far out of it at the time. She told him that I was her's. That I was in
love with her. That I longed to be with her every second of the day. And
what HE had to offer was in no way comparable, or for that matter even
remotely satisfying for me, to what SHE gave me. She then told him to leave
and pointed to the door.

Paul was flabbergasted. He stared at me for a second or two. His eyes seem
to be glossy, almost teary. He hung his head down, turned and walked out.

Ms. Sloan turned to me, smiling and said "There you go my dear. That should
fix things for you. Oh, I am sorry if I shocked you, but your boyfriend, I
mean your EX-boyfriend, needed some evidence, of the physical kind, to convince
him that you meant business. I hope you didn't mind me getting involved in your
antagonist situation Beth?"

I started to shake my head no, but Ms. Sloan then cupped my chin in her
hand, took a tissue off the desk and proceed to wipe around my lips. She
then said in a motherly tone "Let me wipe off the smear lipstick for you
dear.  After which you can go freshen up in my private ladies room. Then we
can both go back to work knowing your "man problem" has now been solved
forever." It seem like she took an over amount of time gently wiping,
perhaps fondling, my lips like she did. Again it made feel uneasy.

While I was alone in her private restroom. I could not help but wonder why
she put so much inference on the phrase "man problem". It's as if she could
foretell my future or something. I don't know. Maybe I was just too out of
it to think clearly at the time.

Anyway, I freshened myself up and returned to Ms. Sloan's office and we
finished the day as if nothing had happen.

**************************************************************************

It looked like Ms. Sloan's faked lesbian scene worked. A whole week went by
and I heard nothing from Paul. I felt free! In fact, I though about getting
involved with the good looking guy I kept seeing riding in the elevator to
work in the morning. But then it happened.

Ms. Sloan called me into her office and showed me a letter she received. It
was from Paul. In it he said how our lesbian relationship was all a put on
for his benefit. That we were not even remotely homosexual or bi because
for the last week he followed me around and has never seen us together. He also
said this made him even more determined to win me over, and if he could not
have me, no one would.

I couldn't believe it. I was now being stalked by some crazy man that could
possible kill me if I didn't become his wife. It seem the threat and long
on going situation became too much for me. I started to cry right there in
Ms. Sloan's office.

Katherine came to me and hugged me. She comforted me like a mom and kept
telling me that it would all be ok. It helped. I started to regain my
composure and Katherine wiped my tears away with a tissue. She was very
gentle with me, holding me close, my head resting on her breasts, stroking
my hair, rubbing my back, caressing the side of my face, and a prolonged
kiss on my cheek. I was comforted by her compassion.

She raised my chin, looked straight into my eye and asked me if I trusted
her? I had no reason not to. Besides, I was in an emotionally vulnerable
state and she was my mentor and now best friend. With teary eyes I nodded
yes.

She said good and that everything will be alright. She would take care of
everything. All I had to do was just trust her. Katherine smiled, wiped my
last tear from my cheek and kissed me again, quickly on the lips. She then
told me to go home early and gets some rest.

I thanked her and left to go to my apartment. I was feeling better after
that because I didn't feel alone anymore. Now I had someone who could
actually help me through this. After all, I trusted her. I had hope.

When I got home my hopes were dashed. I had a mailbox full of letters
addressed to me from Paul, some with the name of Mrs Beth Couts on it,
Paul's last name. My answering machine was full of messages from Paul
telling me to call him. That he had forgiven my trick on him with Ms. Sloan.
And that it was with him I should be kissing not my factious lesbian lover.

This was too much. I lost it again and called Ms. Sloan. She immediately
told me to lock the door and she would be there as soon as possible. I was
going to stay with her that night.

Well that one night turned into me moving in with her. This was all part of
Ms. Sloan's plan though. By moving in with her I would be sending another
message to Paul that I was truly a lesbian now and Katherine was my lover.
I wasn't too keen on the idea of me, us, continuing the lesbian plan, but
Ms. Sloan reassured me this was the best way. Again I trusted her.

Ms. Sloan had a very large and extremely well furnished apartment in a city
high rise. Her status in the corporation gave her the money to live a very
elegant lifestyle. She had plenty of room for me, but considering how well
furnished everything was I ended up putting all my stuff in storage. Even
my car was put in storage since from now on I was going to ride to work
with Ms. Sloan. All I really needed was a few personal things and my
wardrobe.

Again, another week had passed and I, we, heard nothing from Paul. We seem
to get along pretty well to. At work we were all business, and at her home
we were like good girlfriends, roommates that got along with each other.
Well, I did make an effort to get along more so than Katherine. I mean,
after all, it was her home and all, and she was doing me a fantastic favor.
So why not bend with the wind if need be. It's not like it was going to
last forever.

Then it happened. Ms. Sloan received a big brown enveloped in the mail at
home. It was addressed to "The Pretenders". She opened it up and it was
full of pictures. Pictures of me, Ms. Sloan, and me and Ms. Sloan together in
a wide variety of situations. Sitting in her car at a stop light, walking
down a side walk, laughing together in a restaurant. I just didn't get it
until I read the accompanied note. The message was short, but it's point
was clearly made. It said "Lesbian lovers? or just good friends--
pretending to be lovers." and it was signed "Paul, the MAN who loves you
and will one day marry you!"

This time I was angry. Ms. Sloan's plan was not working. He was now stalking
me, us, throughout our entire lives. I started to yell calling Paul all
sorts of names, and even torn up a few of those damn pictures. Katherine
was just watching me, not saying anything. I looked at her quiet demure and
said forcefully that we should go to the police and have that son of a
bitch arrested and locked up, forever.

She just smiled at me. She came up next to me and gave me a big sisterly
hug. I was angry and tried to break free, but she was older, bigger and
stronger than me and kept on holding me close to her. It felt good. My
anger dissolved and I began to cry again. She consoled me. She said I could
go to the police, but all they would do would was to warn him to back off.
I could get a restraining order for him to stay away, but Paul was too
infatuated with me for that to last any length of time.

I then asked her what I should do since her lesbian lover plan wasn't
working. Ms. Sloan said the plan was a good one and will eventually work,
but we needed to raise it up another level. We needed to send him an even
stronger message that our relationship was real.

I didn't like the sound of that. I mean, I'm not a lesbian! I again told
her that. I liked men not women. She chuckled and told me she liked men
too, but sometimes in life, and the business world, one must go out on a
limb to get what one wants. She said that I was a very capable employee and
good friend. She also said, with much candor, that she had no intention of
losing either. Especially to some crazy MAN.

Her words of praise and confidence made me feel much better. I hugged her
back.

Once more she asked me if I trusted her. And once more I said yes with all
the commitment I could muster. Her confidence was contagious.

We broke our hug. She kissed me on the lips again, a little longer this
time. I still felt funny about her kissing me on the lips, but under the
circumstances I could learn to tolerate it. For a short while anyway.

She informed me to get myself ready for we were going out. I asked her
where? All she did was smile and said it was all part of the plan and a
wonderful surprise for me. At this point, I was game for anything. With Ms
Sloan as my leader all was possible. After all, I trusted her explicitly.

**************************************************************************

"Ms. Sloan, I don't know about this. This new look you gave me, this make-
over is definitely not me." Once again I was becoming very doubtful of
Ms. Sloan's plan, especially now with her latest strategy.

We were back at her apartment and I was looking at myself in a full length
mirror. Or at least I though it was me.

The first place Katherine took me was to a beauty parlor for hair and
makeup. She would not let me get involve in any of the decision making.
She just told me to relax and let her and the operators do what needs to be
done. I tried to relax but with what I felt and heard around me it was sure
hard to. I knew my long dark hair was cut short, died blonde and fluffed up
in some way. I tried to say something, to stop them from shortening my
lovely long hair so much, but Ms. Sloan and the operators were ignoring me
like I was some annoying little kid. And when Ms. Sloan did talk "to" me she
just reaffirmed what she said earlier--relax, all is going as planed, just
trust me, you are going to look great! So I sat there, waiting for these
unnerving improvements to be over with.

When the makeup lady applied my makeup it seem a little on the heavy side.
In fact I must have looked really good considering all the smiling faces
and ouuu's and ahhh's I was getting from everyone. At this point I was
feeling pretty good, maybe Ms. Sloan was right after all. I also knew that
my lips were painted a very bright red because that was the color of my
finger nails.

After the make over, she would not allow me to see myself yet, Ms. Sloan
took me to an boutique and had me try on many outfits. Again I wasn't
allowed to look at myself in the mirror as I tried on each set of clothes
and shoes Ms. Sloan told me too. But from the look and feel of them they
sure definitely oozed sexuality. Almost down right obscene, at least for a
woman of my conservative background.

Ms. Sloan finally had me wear one of the outfits home and had the rest
delivered. I thought people were starring at me because I had a little
problem walking in such high heels, four inches, but now looking in the
mirror I knew that wasn't so.

On my feet were a pair of shiny black high heels with a narrow ankle strap.
My legs were clad in shear black nylons with a design on them that coiled
around my legs and ended up under my skirt where my frilly black panties
were. I wore a skirt that was made from the softest of black leather and
came down to just above my knees. But it was molded so tight around my legs
and hips that I couldn't take a full normal step. The skirt and heels
together made me take small baby steps and caused me to roll my hips quite
seductively.

Upon my torso I wore a bright red long sleeve silk blouse. It too was
fitted to my curves exactly. My "C" cup breast were well defined by the
strained grasp of the fabric around them. The blouse had a frilly opened
"V" neck that showed plenty of cleavage that was incidentally made even
deeper by the lacy black wonder bra underneath. A wide glossy black belt
with a shiny gold buckle was pulled very tight around my waist, accentuating
my new hour glass shape. My hair was platinum blonde styled in a short,
bouncy, wavy fashion, and my makeup was nothing short of vampish. Wide
bright eyes and full cherry red lips. Add some long slinky gold earrings
and a necklace and my entire look was blatantly sexual. Sexy, but not
tartish if you know what I mean.

Katherine came up behind me and gently squeezed my shoulders. She was
looking at my reflection, smiling and whispering in my ear how good I looked.

"Why do I have to look like this? This is just not me!" I said with some 
negative assertiveness in hopes she would see that this was not a really
good idea after all.

"That's the whole idea Beth. It isn't you! Paul is stuck on the woman that
you used to look like. It's as if he was under some witches spell as to how
desperate he wants you. Now, if you change how you look, and act, then he
has to change how he feels about you. To this. add the fact that you are
dressing like this to please me, your pretend lesbian lover, remember, and
he gets a double wake up call that you are not his. Do you understand now
Beth, or has the blonde hair made you a bit air headed?" Ms. Sloan smiled
and giggled at the little joke she just made in hopes of adding some humor
to my current stressful situation.

"Yes, I guess that makes sense. I hope I can find something in my old
wardrobe that will work with my new bimbo hair style." I started to smile
at the new me and to add a little humor of my own.

"Oh no my dear. You mustn't do that. You are going to wear these clothes
and others like them to work too. It's the only way."

"What?!" I exclaimed, both in fear and anger, "I can't go to work looking like
this! I'll be laughed at, ridiculed and harassed to death! I look like a street
slut on the prowl for some hot office action in the copy room! My 
reputation will be ruined before it even gets started! I can't wear these 
sexy clothes to work too!"

Ms. Sloan wrapped her arms around me and gave me one big bear hug while
explaining softly to me why I had too.

"Oh sweety, I'm sorry to say that you do have to look this way in the
office too. Paul has to realized that you changed completely and willingly
for me. Otherwise, he will suspect it's just another trick, and continue his
wooing of you unabated. Also, don't worry about the office personnel. No one
is going to laugh at you or call you names or perceive you in any way that
I don't want them too. Don't forget, I am a big corporate executive with
all the status and power that goes with it. Someone messes with you and I
can and will make their life a living hell. Don't worry Beth, I'll take care of
everything. All you have to do is play your role in this drama and soon
everything will be right with the world once more. You still trust me,
don't you?"

I felt like I had little choice any more. Ms. Sloan had all the answers.
She seemed to have planned it out skillfully, leaving no stone unturned, just
like any good corporate executive. What could I do? If I wanted Paul out of
my life I had to go through with it. What choice did I have? So I just
smiled back at her and reluctantly agreed. She gave be another hug, then
kissed my cheek and lips. Her kisses still made me feel creepy, but again
what choice did I have.

She told me to go to bed and get plenty of rest. Tomorrow will be a new day
in both of our lives. She let me go, rubbed my arms, and just before leaving
caressed and patted my butt while saying good night. I looked at my new
self in the mirror and hoped this wasn't a big mistake.

**************************************************************************

The days passed, with each one bringing with it something different, me. We
kept on receiving letters, pictures and phone messages from Paul as to how
I should drop the fake lesbian act and come back to him. We would get
married, settle down and have lots of kids. He would be the bread winner
and I would cook and raise the kids. Oh it made me so angry to read that
bull shit. I was not a housewife, a maid or care taker to a bunch of rug
rats. I wanted status, power and an elitist lifestyle that comes with being
a corporate giant, like Ms. Sloan.

So the charade continued, taken up another level as Ms. Sloan put it. And
with each passing day came Paul's reminder.
                    
I went from looking like an elegantly seductress to a flamboyant bimbo tart
in only one week. My clothes became tighter, brighter and more revealing.
The heels on my shoes rose along with my hem line. I was showing so much
cleavage that a couple of times my breasts almost popped out. My hair got
bigger, my makeup more intense and my jewelry more gaudy. And not only did
my looks change, but my behavior too. Again at the insistence of Ms. Sloan.

Ms. Sloan kept reminding me, "Look the part, play the part, be the part. It
had to look real." Not only did I have to look like some stereotype male's
wet dream, but now I had to act the part. And Ms. Sloan did her best to help
me out with plenty of practice back at her apartment. But Ms. Sloan was
there for me in other ways too. At low points when it seemed like I just couldn't
go on any more, she would add her support, telling me we were just pretending,
it was all an act, none of this was real, soon it will be over and life
will be good once again. It helped. So the plan continued. But it was all
so humiliating for me as each day was worse than the one before it.

It started with a walk. It was not enough to just walk the best I could in
the now five inch heels, which wasn't an easy task to begin with. But I had
to preform a kind of bump and grind now. Taking small steps, one foot in
front of the other while swinging and rolling my hips in a kind of strut,
like some stripper out on the cat walk. I couldn't even let my arms rest down
along my side. I had to keep them bent at the elbows. Elbows pulled in
close behind my waist. My forearms held out away from my body with my
wrists left limp. As I walked, I had to swing them from side to side, along
with thrusting out my quivering breasts.

If I had to bend over, which I did several times a day, I had to keep my
legs straight and bend only at the waist. Obviously this would show off my
sexy rear end, and cause my short skirts to ride up in back exposing a good
deal of my panties and garter straps. All of which were in frilly bright
colors. Even my underwear had to be sleazy.

Ms. Sloan suggested I keep checking my makeup throughout the day. She even
had me practice batting my fake long lashes, pouting my lips and raising my
voice to enhance the distinction between who I was and who I am now. I even
had to chew gun through the day with my mouth open, and popping bubbles
with it. And, to add insult to injury, I was to hum or quietly sing show tunes,
like "I enjoy being a Girl" or "I feel pretty, oh so pretty". It was all so 
disgusting to me.

Early in this phase of the plan Ms. Sloan's private secretary had to leave
on personal business. Ms. Sloan saw this as a positive event for us. It
took me awhile to see what she meant, but I finally saw the logic in it.
And it even was a small blessing in disguise.

I was no longer Ms. Sloan's corporate assistant. I was now to take the place
of her private secretary. In short, I was demoted. Even though it seemed to
be another nail in my bimbo coffin, I was still a bit relieved. Since I was
no longer her assistant, I no longer had to accompany her to meetings,
represent her with clients, or do interdepartmental relations relating to
projects and company policies. All I had to do was answer the phone, set up
her appointments, do filing, typing and make the coffee. I really didn't have
to leave her office except to use the ladies room, but that was just down
the hall. So my exposure to the rest of the office staff was kept to a
minimum. Thank goodness.

But Ms. Sloan was correct in one major point. I was still treated with
dignity by the office staff. At least face to face. People would come in
with business for Ms. Sloan and I would usher them into her. No name calling,
or laughing or derogatory remarks in any way. I did get some good long look
overs by the men. And the women, well a wrinkled brow did not go unnoticed
from me. But that was the extent of it. I could only imagine what the
office conversation was around the water cooler or at lunch. "Did she go
nuts!" "Why does she want to look and act like some sex toy, or hooker?"
"Why doesn't Ms. Sloan talk to her, unless the two have a thing for each
other?" "That's funny, she sure didn't seem to be gay." Oh yes, I think the
entire office got the message, so why didn't Paul?

Not only did my behavior change, but Ms. Sloan's too. She seemed to be more,
how can I say it, affectionate towards me. She would call me more by my
first name "Beth" in all situations, even at work with important people
around. She seem to be more touchy feely with me. Not in any overt sexual
way, just more friendlier with bigger hugs, massaging my back and
shoulders, gently touching the sides of my face, a small pat on my behind,
a little kiss on the cheek, and of course on my lips too. I figured it was all
part of the plan so I let it all go by without bringing it up. Even though
it still made me feel nervous.

Ms. Sloan continued the drama out of the office too. At dinners, in museums,
on walks in the city park. She would be dressed conservatively, elegantly
and casually as the situation and her lifestyle dictated, while I, on the other
hand, was always dressed like a hot, sexy, air head popping gum and all. She
would determine where we would go, how we got there and how long we would
stay. She would lead and I would follow. Just like any good lesbian couple
in the thrones of love, that looked like complete opposites.

Then, in the weekend mail at Ms. Sloan's apartment, it happened again. More
pictures and another note from Paul. But this time they sent me reeling in
total miserly, and even made Ms. Sloan go pale. The pictures, as usual, were
of us, but the background was different. They showed us, together, in Ms
Sloan's office, and in several rooms of her apartment. How did he get these
private pictures? And the note said, "It's going to take a lot more than a
couple of girl friends playing bimbo Barbie dress up to convince me. Soon
this whole facade will be over with and you, dear, sweet, great love of my
life Beth, soon you and I will be together. . . forever!"

Ms. Sloan walked away from the table that had the pictures spew all over
it's top and walked to her living room's window. She was quietly looking
through it to all the other tall high rises facing her's.

I was totally shock. The note slid from my grasp and floated to the table
top landing on one of those damn pictures. My mind was blank. My emotions
were in complete turmoil. I felt rage, fear, sadness, every negative
emotion a human being can experience, all at once. And all I could do was
stand there, looking dumb founded at those pictures with tears running down
my makeup streaked face.

I began mumbling to myself and then giggling. "It was all for nothing." I
said quietly without emotion. "It didn't work. He knows it was all a
sham. He can see us even when we think he can't. There is no place to hide.
Nothing else to do. I am doom."

"No, there is one more tactic available to us." Another calm voice was
quietly echoed from Ms. Sloan.

I began to giggle, then laugh almost hysterically. I couldn't believe what
Ms. Sloan was saying. Something else we could try? I turned and faced her,
my anger coming out and misdirected at her instead of that son of a bitch
Paul. "What the fuck do you mean something else?! There is NO something
else any more Katherine."

I walked over to her and in a commanding voice that almost scared even me I
yelled at her, "Look at me! Damn it Katherine, I said look at me!"

She did, her smooth brow showing a little wrinkling at my unjust display of
anger toward her.

"I am NOT a lesbian, Katherine! I am NOT some sex starved muddled headed
BIMBO either just like those pictures clearly indicate. Your plan does not
work Katherine. He has won. We have lost. Accept it! There is nothing,
NOTHING else to do. . . . I am lost." Then it hit me hard and I began
crying my heart out.

Katherine grabbed me as my legs began to give out and helped me to her sofa.
She had her arms. around me in a sisterly hug. My head was resting on her
chest and her hand was gently petting my hair. We were rocking back and
forth together as she continued to comfort me and tell me that it will get
better, don't give up, there truly was one last chance at freedom.

It took awhile, quite awhile, before I simmered down and actually listened
to what Katherine was saying. Part of me wanted to hear what she had to say
in hopes there was really one last plan of attack. But another part of me
was telling me to leave now, run away to some far off land before it was
too late.

I slowly separated myself from Katherine. My eyes puffy, my heavy makeup all
smeared about my wet face. I gathered up some tissues and tried to clean up
my face as best I could. Katherine was helping me. She gave me a couple more
tissues and told me to blow my nose, just like a mother would. And just
like a hurt child I did.

I took a couple deep breaths and then asked Katherine what her plan was. In
hind sight now, I wished I listened to myself. I should have left her
apartment right then and there without even asking what she had in mind.

Katherine was looking at me with sympathetic eyes now. I even heard the
reluctance in her voice. But she too played her part well as she caressed
the side of my face and told me of her plan.

"I was hoping, praying Beth, that it wouldn't come down to this, but Paul
is leaving us no other choice. He is a very determined man. And desperate
situations require desperate solutions. It is our last ace in the hole if
you will. And I do believe, BELIEVE with my whole heart, mind, and soul
that this time it WILL work! But even I must say it is very bizarre."

"More bizarre than this?" I interjected holding my arms. out displaying my
current bimbo persona.

Katherine sat there looking at me with empathy for my current plight and
nodding her head, "Yes Beth, I'm afraid so. And it will require you to
trust me more than you have ever done so before. But one thing I can
promise you, I will never betray your trust in me Beth, never."

Katherine really caught my attention with that one. My curiosity was peaked,
not to mention how much fear she had instilled in me at the same time. I tried
to sound brave and fearless, but there was some hesitation in my voice when
I asked her to just tell me what it was.

She said we had to take this lesbian bimbo relationship one more step
further. I started to say how could that be possible when Ms. Sloan took her
fingers and placed them over my mouth and softly told me to hush.

"We have to enter the realm of Dominance and submission Beth. I will become
your Mistress and you will become my slave. Again it will all be make
believe, but considering how intrusive Paul can be, the relationship will
have to be round the clock, day after day after day until Paul says no
more. There is simply no other way. I am sorry, but if you really want him
out of your life I am sure this will do it."

She then took her finger from my lips to reveal my stunned opened mouth.
For a moment I thought she was just kidding and I started to smile at her.
But the look on her face was very somber.

I began shaking my head no, this could not be right. There has to be
another way I said, but she shook her head no, regretfully. I started to
become hysterical again, but this time Katherine took hold of my arms. and
shook me violently to get my attention, almost screaming at me to get a
hold of myself.

"Beth, Beth! Listen to me! LISTEN TO ME! I wasn't going to bring this up
until I was certain of the outcome, but I am going to take a chance and
tell you what is going on. I need your full attention now Beth. Do I have
it? Beth?!"

I was immediately brought back to reality by the force of Katherine's
physical aggressiveness on me. This time I just nodded my head with
caution.

"As you know, the corporation is opening another branch office on the west
coast. A very large complex that will even rival the size of the one here.
I am the board's major consideration for running that office, thus making
me a full vice president of the corporation not just a few departments. Do
you understand what that means Beth? When I go, I want to take YOU with me.
I want you to head the sales department there like I do here. You will be
trained and educated for that position. I need somebody in that position
that I can trust, totally. And you fit the bill to a "T" Beth. But I, WE,
can not do it if Paul is going to tag along. I will not have the time nor
energy to help you, and you will certainly not have the time to do it
alone. We have to get Paul out of the picture before we leave, and time is
running out Beth. Now do you understand what is involved here? It's not
simply about getting rid of a boyfriend, it's starting a new and wonderful
career in what you love to do. Destiny is knocking at your door Beth. Are
you ready to answer it?"

I was stunned. I knew of the new branch opening up in California and that
Ms. Sloan had a chance, but I did not know Katherine wanted me there too, and
at that elevated position. It was a dream come true. Status, power, a lavish 
lifestyle, it was all the things that I wanted and hoped for. And it was being
laid down before my feet. Somehow my dilemma with Paul seemed almost
trivial now. The brass ring was before me. All I had to do was follow my
mentor through the depths of hell and we would both come out on the other
side into the promise land flowing with milk and honey. It all came down 
to a single word, did I "trust" her.

I swallowed hard and looked at Katherine again. Did I trust her. Did I
really, truly trust her. I liked her, a lot. She was intelligent, organized,
a good planner, shrewd and very business like. I was inspired and motivated
by her persona, heck, she was my mentor, my role model for god sakes. And
in the past couple of weeks a very good friend too. But did I trust her enough
to become her lesbian bimbo slave girl, even if it was all make believe? Oh
god, even the thought of that made my skin craw. It goes against everything
that I believed in, both as a person of equality and as a sensuous
heterosexual woman. But still, my dream of corporate position, getting rid
of that ass hole Paul, and if I did this "pretend" Mistress/slave fiasco, I
could not think of a better person to do it with other than Ms. Sloan.

Again I swallowed hard. I looked right into the compassionate eyes of
Katherine and said "To get Paul out of my life, and for the new corporate
position, I will "play" the part of your slave Katherine." Oh god, I said it,
and still I couldn't believe it. All I could hope for now was that this
melodrama ended quickly.

We took each other in our arms. and had one long hug. Somehow I felt a
deep down kinship with Ms. Sloan. As if we were part of some sisterhood.
Together we stand and divided we fall. Once this farce with Paul was over
with, I just knew that we would be life long friends and business partners.

I asked Katherine if she knew anything about this domination/submission kinky 
sex thing. I had very limited exposure to it, other than as a kid when we would 
play hero/damsel in distress games and such. She said that she had some experience
in her early years. Back then there was no such thing as office harassment. Women 
in the business sector had to put up with a lot of overt sexually bias behavior from 
men. And to some extent that could be consider a form of domination & submission.
Plus, back then, she had some boyfriends that had an interest in it too. She played 
along because of her love for them, and because she was young and wanted to 
experiment. But as she moved up the ladder she lost interest with those type of guys
and that genre.

Katherine said she would do some research and contact some old friends who
are still into that. It seems that everything depended on the dominant as to 
what happens, when and where. The sub, short for submissive, really only
had to do two things. The sub always had to obey the Dom, dominant, no
matter what they wanted, and no matter what the Dom called the sub, the sub
had to always answer with Master or Mistress.

So my part in her new plan was simply to obey and answer "Mistress
Katherine". Which in a way is what I have been doing all along with Ms.
Sloan. And Katherine's job was to set up everything else. I was an actress
reading my limited lines and doing what was laid down for me, while
Katherine was an actress and the script writer to boot. Only in this case I
could not change the script or offer suggestions in any way. I guess this
is where the trust came in.

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Part 2 coming soon
       Beth finds her lesbian bimbo office life becoming even more bizarre
when Katherine incorporates D/s into "The Plan".