The Devil Wears Nada

Nathan was flabbergasted. This woman was threatening to fire Abby! This was not going at all like he hoped. He looked at Nina. She looked at him expectantly. She was demanding an answer. He knew what he wanted to say, but could he do it? Could he say the nasty things he wanted to say to her? She looked like him as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. To hell with it, he thought.

"I want to know how you did it. I know what you did to Abby here. I know all the horrible things you put my wife through. I know how much of a bitch you were to her! But what I don't know is how you got her on your side. How did you, all of a sudden, get her to be loyal to you? How did you get it so she did your bidding 24/7? What did you do? How did you trick her into being loyal to you? Did you blackmail her? How did you get her under your spell?" Nathan said, becoming more confident and angrier as he spoke.

Nina did not seem affected by this at all. She was completely non-pulsed. She just smiled slightly.

"Very good. I'm glad you're being honest with me. I can give a very simple answer to you that will explain everything." Nina started, beginning to circle him. "There are two types of people. There is the type of person that goes through life, getting what they want. They get what they want easily because fate helps them. Fate helps them get whatever the hell they want. I am one of those types of people. Then there is the other type. They are the type who hates the first type. They work hard, be nice, and all that other bullshit. They hate everything about us. But deep down, they dream about being one of us. They wish they were one of us. They don't know it, but everything they do is for the sole purpose of making our lives better. Abby is of that type. She is the type of girl whose sole purpose in life is to help women like me live better lives. Girls like her can never become like me. They will go through hell, while women like me keep our hands clean. They do all the work. We live better lives."

Nathan was stunned into silence. Nina continued, hammering her point home.

"Women like her, of her type, will work hard, futilely, hoping to become a woman like me. But they don't know that they can never become one of us. Women like her are sad... pathetic... submissive." Nina said, her breathy voice husky. "The only people of her type that can move up in the world are men like you."

"What?" he said, still taken aback.

"You are of the same type as her. You act strong, like a big, tough man. But in the end, you are hopelessly submissive. You came in here ready to cuss me out and stand up for your woman. But then you met me, and you did what all people of your type do. You defaulted into your true nature. You defaulted into servitude. You defaulted into complete submissiveness. You came in here ready to fight, but now, you want to do whatever I want. You want to do what I tell you to." Nina said. Nathan stepped back.

"That's not true. Fuck you, bitch!" Nathan said, terrified. Nina just shook her head.

"It always goes like this. When I expose a person's true feelings, they always lash out. They always rebel. They are fighting the truth. They always deny the simple, obvious, undeniable truth." Nina said, circling her prey.

"I'm not like that. I'm not submissive." Nathan said, shocked by this turn of events.

"Your wife is up for a promotion, you know." Nina started walking towards her desk. "Your wife has worked hard, and has earned a promotion. I'll make you a deal. If you come over here and rub my shoulders, we can discuss whether your wife deserves her promotion. If you properly convince me, your wife will get her promotion." Nina said, sitting down.

"Screw you. I'm not touching you!" Nathan said, scared of this evil, evil woman.

"Don't you realize, Nathan, that your wife's future is in your hands. If you don't come over here and rub my shoulders, your wife's career will be done for. Feel free to argue your point. Attempt to convince me I'm wrong. Feel free to yell and scream at me about how I've made your wife's life hell. Rub my shoulders and tell me about all the bad things I did." Nina said, sitting up straight in her chair, exposing her neck for an imminent rubdown.

Nathan was confused. How did he go from wanting to yell and scream at this woman and defend his wife's honor, to being blackmailed to rub this bitch's shoulders. He didn't see any other option. If he didn't do what she asked she would tank Abby's career. He couldn't let that happen.

Nathan's legs felt heavy as he slowly walked behind Nina. Nina had gotten back to work, scribbling notes on a piece of paper. She didn't even look up at him. Nathan stopped behind her. He looked down at her exposed neck and the exposed flesh of her shoulders. He looked at her smooth creamy skin, and he couldn't help but wonder how soft her flesh was. His hands shook as he reached towards her shoulders.

As Nathan's fingers pressed against the creamy skin of Nina's shoulders, Nina's head rose from looking at her papers. She dropped her pen onto the desk as Nathan, against his will, began to rub her shoulders. Nina bit her lip as she tried to stifle a moan. Her nipples hardened under her dress.

Nathan was the type of guy who was good at whatever he did. He would give his best effort at whatever he was working on. That was why, despite his reluctance, he couldn't help but give this woman a great neck rub.

"Go ahead, honey. Bitch at me. Defend your wife. Convince me your wife deserves to be like me." Nina said.

"You're evil, you know that?" Nathan said, insulting this woman while simultaneously rubbing her shoulders. "You've made my wife's life hell. You've caused her life so much trouble that you've actually caused me and her to fight. You have caused a rift in our marriage!" Instead of the regret he hoped to cause in her, he only made this bitch moan.

"That turns you on? You're sick!" Nathan said, rubbing her neck harder. Part of him wanting to hurt her for the pain she's caused both him and Abby. This only caused her to moan more.

"I might have to hire you. My masseuse flaked out on me. You're good at this. I might hire you full time to give me rubdowns." Nina said.

"Not bloody likely." Nathan replied, still rubbing her shoulders.

"You will soon understand how hot it is to me that I have caused a rift in your marriage. Without even meeting you, I have caused problems in your marriage. I have dominated your wife so thoroughly that it has affected you. I have dominated your wife so thoroughly that it has affected how much you two have sex."

"What!? How could you possibly know that?" Nathan asked, still rubbing her aching neck.

"With the hours she's been working, no doubt you have sex as often as you used to. You've told yourself you don't have sex with her because of those busy hours, but I know the truth. I know that the reason you don't have sex with her is because, quite simply, you are not attracted to her anymore."

This caused Nathan to pull his hands from her.

"You don't know anything about me!" he replied angrily.

"I know that men are not attracted to weak women, and that wife of yours, she is as weak as they come. She was strong once, until she met me. A real woman. A strong woman. And she cowered like the weak little girl she is. Seeing that must have been tough. It must have been tough to realize that your wife is a pathetic, weak-minded fool. It must have hurt to fall out of love with her when you saw how I had completely destroyed her. You knew at that moment that you had to meet the woman who destroyed her so thoroughly, because you knew that the woman was a strong woman. A real woman. A woman that deserves to have a man like you." Nina said standing up.

"I'm leaving." Nathan said, walking to the door.

"Remember, your wife's future rests in my hands." Nina said.

"I don't care. I don't want her working for a crazy bitch like you." Nathan replied, his hand on the doorknob.

"Don't forget, she's loyal to me now. Do you think she will understand when she finds out you stormed in here, ranting at me like a madman? Do you think she'll be happy about this? She will blame you for costing her this job. If you walk out that door, your marriage is over." Nina threatened. This stopped Nathan. He realized Nina was right. If Abby lost her job, the job she had worked long and hard for, she would hate him forever. Nathan's hand dropped from the doorknob.

"Good. Because this massage needs to go to the next level." Nina said, started to unbutton the front of her dress.

"What are you doing?" Nathan asked.

"When I get a full body massage, I don't leave anything on between the masseuse's hands and my body." Nina said. Nathan couldn't help but watch as more of her creamy flesh was revealed. Nina noticed him staring at her.

"The table's over there. The oils are next to it. Get it set up." Nina ordered sternly, as if he should have known to do that rather than gawk at her body. He pulled his eyes away from her and walked over to the table. He grabbed it and the basket of massage oils. He was afraid to look at Nina, terrified of the visual treats she would no doubt be offering. Keeping his head down, he found an open area in the office, unfolded the table, and set the basket of oils nearby. He knew he had nothing else to distract him. He lifted his head and looked at Nina. And once he did, he could not look away. Because the moment that Nathan looked at her was the moment her dress hit the floor.

Nathan's eyes started at her bare feet and made their way up. He looked up her long, firm legs. His eyes stopped for a moment as he reached her panties. Her skimpy panties. Her skimpy, lacy black panties, which could very possibly be a thong. Nathan was a fan of thongs. He had always hinted at Abby to start wearing thongs. But she found them uncomfortable, so unfortunately, Nathan didn't have many opportunities to see a thong-clad butt. And if Nina turned around, he might get the opportunity.

His eyes moved onward, across her surprisingly firm, fit stomach, a stomach most women her age would kill for. Nathan's eyes bugged out as he reached the next landmark on her body. Two big, massive landmarks.

Nathan had never seen tits that big. Ever. They definitely appeared to be real, judging by how round and smooth they looked. There seemed to have very little sag. They looked impossibly firm. Maybe she had them lifted so they rode high on her chest. But all that mattered was that she had huge, firm breasts. And they poured over the top of her bra in just the right way. Nathan could easily see an outline of her nipples under the black lace. Nathan glanced at her cleavage and marveled at the way Nina's big breasts pressed against each other, creating a deep cavern of cleavage.

Nathan was finally able to look away from Nina's chest. He looked to her face and saw her give him a smug look, as if she knew he liked what he saw. Nathan was again shocked by the contrasts he saw with her. Just by looking at her face, you would think she was older. Not that her face looked old. Her face was actually quite gorgeous. But she wouldn't be mistaken for a young woman. Her face was clearly one of a gorgeous, mature woman, that when combined with her silver hair, would make one think she was older, maybe in her fifties. But then, glancing at her body, her body was aged to perfection. She was old enough to have filled out perfectly, but not old enough to have started falling apart. Looking at her body after looking at her face made Nathan realize she was probably younger than he originally thought.

Nina gave him an almost defiant look, daring him to look away, daring him to look away from her body. She looked away from him as she turned around. And as she did, she confirmed Nathan's earlier suspicion: Nina was wearing a thong. And the thong allowed him to confirm another earlier suspicion: Nina had a great ass. Her firm, round ass-cheeks were exposed to her assistant's husband. The thong highlighted those perfect cheeks like they deserved to be. Her ass was meant to be showed off. The triangle where the string that ran between her ass-cheeks met the two straps that ran around her hips was not a solid piece of cloth but was instead made up of three strings, two strings forming the sides of the triangle and another going straight up, all three strings meeting the main strap of the thong. It was a thong that a younger girl would wear, but required an older woman to truly highlight. Nathan didn't get to be transfixed by her thong for too long, as Nina slipped her fingers under the straps of the thong and pulled it down, letting it drop to the floor.

Nathan had an unencumbered view of his wife's boss's bare ass. It was a view that any husband whose wife's boss had so thoroughly dominated his wife deserved to see. If a woman dominated one of her subordinates so thoroughly, she deserved to show her bare ass to that subordinate's husband. It was a fact of life. If a woman had dominated a woman so much in the workplace, she deserved to dominate her personal life as well. And she was about to. Nina was about to take over Abby's sex life. Since Nina had dominated Abby so well, she felt like she had the right to make all of the decisions in Abby and Nathan's sex life. And like the cold businesswoman she was, she had to make the tough decisions. But the decision she had to make wasn't tough at all. It was quite simple. Abby and Nathan's sex life wasn't working. Abby was an inferior woman married to a superior hunk of man. To Nina, that was unacceptable. It was her duty to step in and make sure that this did not continue any longer. It was her right to step in and do what had to be done. It was Nina's duty to fire Abby from her own sex life. Her work thus far had been unacceptable. If she had done her job, her husband wouldn't be here, gagging to be stolen from her. So Nina had to fire Abby from her own sex life and replace her with the most qualified candidate. That was herself. Nina knew the best decision moving forward was to take Abby's place in her sex life and in her marriage. She was about to be replaced. For Nathan's sex life, Abby's services were no longer required.

After letting her thong drop to the floor, Nina straightened up. She reached back and unclipped her bra. The back of her bra separated, revealing her sexy, bare back. Nina let the bra slip off her shoulders, joining her thong on the floor. Nathan looked at the nude form of Nina from the back. Her tits were so big he could see the sides of them from behind her. Nina started to turn around, and Nathan braced himself for seeing the total package of Nina nude, finally. But as she did, she brought her hands in front of herself. She used one arm to cover both of her breasts, at least the she tried to. There was so much flesh there that they were bulging around her arms. The only things he couldn't see were her nipples. Nina had used her other hand to reach down and cover her pussy, preventing Nathan from seeing it.

"Turn around, honey. You don't get to see the goods unless you earn it." Nina said. He couldn't help but obey. He turned around for a few moments, and only turned around once Nina told him too. She had taken her place on the massage table, face down. Her tits were ballooning outward, and her ass again was bared to his eyes. He had no choice but to walk over and get a better look.

He stood over Nina's body, begging to be massaged. He looked down at her exposed flesh. Her skin looked so smooth and well cared for. Skin that was dying to be touched. Nina was looking straight down through the hole in the table. She was silent, knowing the allure of her body would be enough to draw his hands to her flesh.

Nathan didn't know how he had gone from wanting to scream at this bitch to be poised to give her a full-body massage. He wanted to stay loyal to his wife, but he was in a lose-lose situation. He either puts his hands on the hot body of his wife's boss, or his wife gets fired. He had to touch her. He had to put his hands on Nina's flesh.

Backed into a corner, he had no choice but to reach over, grab a bottle of oil, open it, and pour warm, smooth oil along Nina's spine. He poured an almost excessive amount of oil along her back, not sure how much was the proper amount. He set the bottle back in its place. He placed his trembling hands into the puddle of oil on her back. Nervously, he started to spread the oil around her back. He couldn't help but notice that how smooth her skin was. He had never felt smoother skin. It felt so soft.

His hands were soon slick with oil, and her back was covered with a sheen of oil. He spread the oil across her shoulders, neck, and arms. He gathered some oil in his hands and spread the oil across both of her legs. The only part of her body not covered with oil was her ass. He was afraid to touch her ass, for a few reasons. One, he didn't know if he had permission. Two, if he put his hands on Nina's hot, ten out of ten ass, he didn't know if he would be able to take his hands off.

With the oil spread, he had no choice but to begin the rubdown in earnest. He started at her feet, spreading the oil around her feet. He rubbed each toe individually, taking his time. He rubbed the sole of each of her aching feet, rubbing all the tension away. He rubbed her heels before progressing up her legs, one at a time, taking his time, rubbing each muscle firmly. He got nervous as he got closer to her ass. Nathan was terrified of Nina's ass. He also couldn't help but notice that he could catch a glimpse of her pussy if he looked between her legs. He tried not to look, but for some reason, he couldn't help himself. To pull himself away from this temptation, he skipped her ass and moved to her back.

He rubbed the muscles around her spine, starting at the small of her back and moving upward.

"Harder." Nina uttered. Nathan looked down at Nina with disgust as he complied.

"Harder!" Nina ordered, his harder rubbing not doing the trick. If Nina wanted it hard, she would get it hard. Nathan started to rub and knead her back as hard as he could.

"Oh, fuck!" Nina moaned out, Nathan's hard rubbing only turning her on. Nathan continues to rub her back for the next few minutes, carefully avoiding the sides of her breasts, before moving up to her neck and shoulders. Since he rubbed her there earlier, he didn't stay there for too long.

He moved to her arm and rubbed the firm muscles until all the tension in her arm was gone. He moved to her fingers and one at a time, rubbed each one. He repeated the process on her other arm. He lifted his hands off of her, unsure of what to do next.

"You missed a spot," Nina said. There was only one dry spot he could see, and it was her ass. Nina clearly wanted her ass massaged. Nathan thought about what he was doing. He was being told to massage his wife's boss's ass. The same boss who had made her wife's life hell for months. He didn't want to do it. He hated this woman, and hated how she had affected his marriage. But he had no choice. He looked at the small of her back and noticed that some oil had pooled there. Oil that was destined to end up spread across the ass, as if it was its sole purpose to do so. It was at that point that Nathan put his hands on Nina's ass.

He gathered oil from her back and spread to her ass, painting her ass cheeks with the smooth substance. He lightly spread the oil until he had no choice to give her ass-cheeks a healthy squeeze. He couldn't contain the groan that escaped his mouth. Her ass felt so good. It was perfectly round and firm in just the right way. The flesh poured through his fingers, rebounding against his touch. He looked up at Nina, and he saw her bite her lip.

Nathan worked her ass over, starting at the top and working his way down. He knew she liked hard massages, so he rubbed and squeezed her ass hard.