Cross Contamination

Cross Contamination Chapter 15: The New Girls

Renee Cross absolutely loved it when a plan came together. She strode down the hallways of Riverside High like the queen she was, reveling in her power and control as the other students made way, eying her with a blend of jealousy, fear, and desire.

She saw the old, lecherous principal down the hallway and gestured for him to approach. Even he looked wary and subservient as he fell in beside her.

Principal Wheaton had been a key, early conquest in subjugating the school. All it had taken was a little evidence of his unsavory desires toward students, and Renee had all the leverage she needed. After the principal was in her pocket, ensnaring other key staff members had been easy. For years now, the high school had been Renee's playground and kingdom. But things felt a little too easy now. In a few short months, she would give up the throne and move on to a college where she could have fun conquering all over again.

Until then, she planned to send off her rulership of Riverside with an explosive bang.

"Yes, Miss Cross?" asked Principal Wheaton under his breath, doing his best to seem like he was having a casual conversation with a student rather than bowing and scraping.

"There's going to be a special presentation at the end of the pep rally today," said Renee sweetly as they continued down toward the girls' locker room. Her eyes flicked to the side to give the dirty old man a meaningful glance. "One that's just for the seniors."

A ghost of a filthy grin crossed the principal's face before he concealed it. "I'm sure it will do wonders for their school spirit," he chuckled.

Renee dismissed him with a flick of her wrist. Like most of her old toys, the principal had ceased to be amusing to her a long time ago.

Her latest toy was much more interesting to her currently.

Although she was on her way toward the girls' locker room, Renee paused and whipped out her phone first. There was a missing element of her little plan for today, and now that she was certain the plan was moving forward, it was time to set up the final piece. She opened a group text with both Daren and Charlie and sent them a message.

[Hey boys. I need you two to swing by the high school for something.]

Daren answered immediately. All of the little courage he had had to begin with had been crushed out of him already, so of course he answered with a timid:

[Yes, Mistress]

But Charlie was a bit of an ass, as usual.

[Can't. Something interesting going on at work.]

Renee blew air through her nose and stilled a spike of rage. Her father had taught her that her own emotions were the biggest obstacle to success in the twisted game that they played. It was easy to fly into a rage when your lessers copped an attitude, but it was better to remain unfazed.

Charlie had too high an opinion of himself, but his cocky, slimy arrogance was why he was useful. Crushing him would lessen his usefulness. So Renee used a carrot instead of a stick.

[Suit yourself! But I was going to have the two of you compete for a juicy prize, and I would hate to have my puppy just win by default.]

Charlie's answer was predictable.

[Fuck that. I can be there in 20.]

Renee smirked and shook her head. The real reason she was so much more interested in corrupting women over men, despite being attracted to both, was that men were too easy and predictable.

[Perfect. I'll meet you both in the office.]

With that, Renee continued on her way to the girls' locker room. When she got there, it was a flurry of activity as the cheerleading squad readied themselves. The pep rally was one of the biggest events of the year after all. The squad performed at games in front of anyone who attended, but this was an opportunity to show off their skills to the entire student body.

And, despite the fact that Renee herself had only joined the squad for social prestige and easy access to the hottest girls in school, many of the members actually took cheerleading seriously. Especially Melissa, who was barking orders like some sort of leggy blonde drill sergeant. Renee let her have her fun. She was waiting for...

Right on queue, just as Renee had taken a seat regally on one of the locker room benches, the door swung open again, revealing Kissy, blushing from the roots of her dark hair all the way down to the tops of her cow tits, sluttily displayed in the tiny little porn parody of a cheerleader outfit that Renee had left for her.

The whole room of cheerleaders turned to look as she shuffled in, the tiny fringe of a skirt rustling around her thick, juicy thighs. Kissy shuffled her way over to Renee, biting her lip, her eyes troubled with a potent mix of lust and humiliation.

She had broken. Just like Renee knew she would. But this was another time when holding back her emotions was important. She wanted to jump up and whoop in triumph at the defiant little brat's defeat. But that would be counter-productive. Kissy's shame at giving in was already sky high. The last thing Renee wanted was to reawaken any last scrap of pride that was still lurking beneath those fat tits.

So instead, Renee painted a calm, welcoming smile on her face and stood to pull her submissive into a tight hug. "Kissy, so glad you could make it! I'm proud that you decided to take your place on the team."

She felt Kissy shudder against her, goosebumps rising all over her miles of exposed skin. Renee could feel the curvy slut try to resist the pleasure of feeling Renee's tight body pressed against hers, but it was a fight she was destined to lose. Renee had whipped Kissy's sapphic lust to a frenzy just minutes before. She was thinking with her pussy now, desperate to cum, no matter how self-destructive she had to get in order to do so.

"I...' muttered Kissy, pausing to gulp audibly. "I can't believe I'm fucking doing this... it's so sooo fucking stupid!"

Renee bit her lip to hold back a chuckle. This was what was so amusing about corrupting the mixed-up, chesty slut. Kissy technically had one of the brightest minds in school. Part of her knew that the dance routine and uniform that Renee had pushed her to display to the school would make her a degraded laughingstock. But that was the power of lust. Renee had wound Kissy up to the edge of orgasm, then left her wanting. For the first time ever, she had dangled direct sex with her in front of Kissy's nose as a carrot. No teasing. No fig leaf of "friendly advice". Just raw lesbian sex with the girl Kissy had become obsessed with.

Kissy was a moth to the flame, and today it was time to burn her pretty wings off in front of the whole senior class.

But now was the time to soothe, not rub her nose in it. Renee reached up and placed a finger against her submissive's plump lips, silencing her. "Shhhhh, you're making the right choice. This is going to be fucking hot."

"B-but," protested Kissy, her soft lips moving against Renee's pressing finger. "They're going to see me. They're going to see..." she cringed, running her hands over the pornographically revealing cheerleader outfit, "...e-everything!"

"It's all going to be fine," said Renee gently, pulling Kissy back into a hug and letting her feel the tempting sensation of her tight young body. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you. And besides..." Renee's lips were pressed right up against Kissy ear as she whispered, "If you do this one little thing for me, you'll get the happy ending that I promised you." Her tongue darted out for a teasing lick, then Renee pulled away, leaving Kissy with a dazed, horny expression that overwhelmed her fear for the moment.

Renee gave Kissy a little spank on the ass as a goodbye, then went to find Melissa, who was chewing out some of the other girls over their sloppy hair ribbons.

"You're in charge of all of the actual cheerleading shit today, co-captain," she said in an undertone, "I'm going to be busy with a few other projects."

Melissa waved away the other girls and raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh yeah?" she asked with obvious interest. "What do you have cooking? I mean, besides having your little slut shake her tits for all her classmates?"

Renee just giggled and gave Melissa a warning, hooded glance that said that she shouldn't dig too hard. "Oh Mel... you wouldn't believe me if I told you!"

She had no intention of revealing her plans to her henchman today. Especially since some of them concerned her dad.

...

Gina sat back in the chair in Victor's office, uncomfortably aware of the fact that her well-fucked pussy was leaking Victor's sperm out onto the leather. She had tried to insist that she should get dressed again, but Victor overrode her, saying that her new uniform would be here in just a second, and it made no sense to get dressed only to undress again a moment later.

Gina couldn't exactly defy him. After all, in addition to her dominant lover, Victor had just become her boss.

The idea was still strange, unpleasant, and arousing. Just like he always did, Victor had somehow pushed and bullied and manipulated Gina into a humiliating new circumstance. She had once been a lawyer, but through a combination of smooth-talking words and sexual pleasure, Victor had convinced her to become his secretary... at least until the agreement dictating her complete submission expired.

Gina's eyes flicked over to Victor as he sat behind his desk, flipping through a leather portfolio of documents. As she watched, he took a cigar out of a case on his desk, neatly cut off the end, and lit it up, all without looking up from his document.

He made it look easy. In fact, Victor made almost everything he did look easy. He certainly hadn't seemed to have any difficulty in seducing her and overriding her will. Gina had no idea what Victor's ultimate plans for her were... was she just a toy that he planned to toss away when playing with her wasn't fun anymore? Was this all about torturing her husband, a despised employee? Either way, it didn't feel like this was heading in a healthy direction. But Gina had no idea how to get off this ride. She didn't necessarily believe Victor's bullshit about her being a "natural submissive", but it was undeniable at this point that she had a hard time refusing him when he put his mind to convincing her.

Somehow, some way, Gina would have to protect herself. But it was too late to back out of the personal assistant position. She only had to do the humiliating job for a few weeks until their contract ran out anyway. In that short time, Gina resolved to do the best job she possibly could. The idea brightened her a little. Yes. That made sense to her. Despite what you might see in porn, being an assistant was a legitimate job. All she would have to do is be so competent and professional that no one would assume that Victor had hired her to be his work-hours booty call. If all of the people in the office simply saw her as an effective assistant, even Daren wouldn't be embarrassed to have her working in his office.

That dream lasted about two minutes, right up until the receptionist knocked and entered with Gina's "new uniform".

The smirking bitch ran her eyes over Gina's nudity with a smug roll of her eyes that sent a flare of angry heat through Gina's belly, then turned to Victor, her face shifting to a simpering expression. "Here you are, Mr. Cross!" she purred happily, holding out the hanger with the clothes dangling from it.

But, as infuriating as the bitch was, Gina only had eyes for the clothes she was carrying. Her cheeks flamed when she saw what Victor had in mind for her new "uniform". It was exactly the type of degrading outfit you might see in a porn about a slutty secretary. A tiny little half-see-through shirt that was at least two sizes too small, a skirt that looked like it would restrict her from taking all but the tiniest mincing steps, dark stockings with lacy tops, and a pair of sky-high heels that Gina imagined would make her legs and ass look distractingly fantastic at the price of killing her feet.

And, worst of all was the thong. A lacy little scrap of dark material. To be more precise, the issue was what the thong implied. It meant that she wasn't intended to wear the underwear she walked into the building with.

And there was no bra supplied to wear beneath the tight, half-sheer top.

This wasn't the outfit of a confident career woman working at a lower, but respectable position. This uniform screamed from the rooftops that Gina was a kept woman, hired to service the boss's cock during any free time he might have.

"No. No way," said Gina stonily as Grace walked over and held out the hangar to her. "This is going too far, Victor. Even for a pervert like you."

Victor sighed and blew out a cloud of fragrant cigar smoke, then stood from behind his desk. Gina suddenly felt a clenching sensation of mixed fear and arousal deep inside her as Victor sauntered around his massive desk and plucked the clothes from the receptionist's hands.

"I'll take it from here, Miss Dewitt," said Victor lightly, gesturing for the receptionist to leave the room. "It looks like our newest employee needs a little orientation. Be a dear and take the rest of her clothes with you as you leave, would you? There's a good girl."

The bitch literally giggled and twirled a lock of her hair as she swiftly scooped up the clothes Gina had come in with. Gina tried to protest, but she was stopped by Victor placing a calming hand on her shoulder and shaking his head. Grace shot her one last venomous, gloating glare on her way out the door, and then Gina was alone once again with the powerful, infuriating man who had become her obsession.

Victor simply stared down at her for a moment, his eyes calm, holding his cigar in one hand and the insulting clothes in the other. Gina wanted to let him stew in her point-blank refusal, but it became clear after a while that he had more patience than she did. Gina shifted uncomfortably on the leather chair, feeling the unpleasant squish of semen beneath her, then grumbled, "What are you, deaf? I told you. I'll be your fucking assistant for a little while, but I'm not going to wear those... those clothes."

Victor tilted his head as if genuinely confused, leaning back on his desk as he set the clothes aside and asked, "Why not?"

Gina scoffed, squirming again in her seat and crossing her arms tightly over her chest. For some reason, even talking to Victor these days was enough to turn her on. Especially when he was trying to bully her into something. "Don't play games with me, Victor," she snapped. "I won't wear clothes like that because I'm not some slutty bimbo you can turn into a sex object for your employees to ogle!"

Victor chuckled, taking a deep puff of his cigar. "Aren't you, though?" he asked in a deep, rich voice.

"Excuse me?" Gina's voice was high and strangled with outrage. This time Victor had seriously overstepped himself.

"I mean, let's be realistic," said Victor with a sly grin. "As far as being slutty goes, I think that goes without saying. You're getting regularly fucked by your husband's boss. Not exactly chaste behavior."

Gina opened her mouth to angrily respond, but Victor's low, confident drawl simply rolled right over her. "And let's be honest with each other, Gigi. You may have been a smart woman once, but you've been making dumber and dumber choices every day. I think your decision-making skill has sunk to the level where the label 'bimbo', while insulting, isn't entirely inappropriate."

"You're a fucking pig, Victor Cross," snarled Gina. But at the same time, she found her body perversely heating up. Being talked down to by her dominant lover was just another trigger for her now. She had once been a fiercely proud woman, but at this point, Victor had trained her to get aroused by her own degradation.

Victor ignored her outburst once again. He suddenly knelt down in front of her, His deep, dark eyes gazing up at her with supreme, unshakable confidence.And why wouldn't he be confident?Gina thought to herself.Every time he and I have gone toe to toe in a battle of wills, he has come out on top.

"And yes," he said with a grin, "You are exactly correct. I'm going to turn you into a sex object for all of my other employees to ogle." His massive, warm hand slid up Gina's thigh, sending shivers down her spine. "But what's the matter with that? Come on now, Gigi, isn't it time you were honest about what turns you on? Remember the strip club? Hell, remember why you got fired from your last job? It makes you unbelievably horny to be my slutty eye candy."

His hand slid further up, his fingers pressing and working their way between her tightly crossed thighs. Gina took a shuddering breath, reaching down to grab his hand, half-heartedly trying to stop him. "D-don't Victor," she whined, "I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!"

"I'm as serious as the grave," said Victor with a wink. But he didn't stop pressing his hand forward, and with a twist of shameful lust, Gina spread her thighs for him, allowing his thick, skillful fingers access to her pussy, still dripping with his sperm.

"Now, where was I?" asked Victor, teasing her overheated cunt with swirling fingers. "Oh yes... the humiliating uniform. You're going to wear it for me, Gigi. We both know it. You whine and complain, but in the end, you always submit like a good girl. So why are we playing this game?"

"Prick!" spat Gina, but her hips were now grinding into the delicious feeling of Victor's fingers, and her resolve was weakening.

'Put on the uniform, Gina. You're only mine for a few more weeks, right? You might as well enjoy all of the humiliating submission you can stomach until then. Save up enough horny memories to last you a lifetime."

Gina let out a frustrated moan, her bruised pride fighting tooth and nail against the submissive pleasure of giving in to yet another humiliating demand. Victor's excuse that she would only be humiliating herself temporarily gave her a tempting out... and the cum-smeared fingers tenderly circling her clit were making her prickly, offended resistance evaporate.

But there was one sticking point.

"Daren," she gasped, her fingers white-knuckling the armrests of the chair as Victor coaxed untold pleasure from her throbbing pussy. "These are his coworkers! If I act like a slut around his office, he'll never live it down!"

Victor actually laughed. His fingers increased in speed, drawing a wavering moan from Gina's throat. "Your husband? That's what you're worried about?" He shook his head with a contemptuous sneer. "That pathetic cuck loves to be humiliated even more than you do. Being the office laughingstock will have him pitching a sad little tent in his pants from now until he finally gets fired for incompetence."

The image actually surprised a nervous giggle from Gina. It was breathtakingly mean, but she had to admit that it had the ring of truth. Daren really did get off on her being dominated by Victor. But right after laughing, she felt a twinge of guilt. "Stop! Don't talk about him that way..." she insisted. But her voice still held a twinge of amusement that she couldn't quite hide.

"I won't stop," shot back Victor with a playful grin, beginning to plunge his fingers into Gina's pussy, making loud wet sounds fill the air. "I know that you're new to this cuckolding thing, kitten, but you're going to have to learn that your cuck is your bitch. He'll take all the humiliation you give him and beg for more."

Victor pulled his dripping, gooey fingers from Gina's pussy and held them up to her lips. "Now... say it with me, Gigi. Fuck that cuck."

Gina shook her head weakly, then bit her lip, her belly writhing with uncomfortable arousal. It felt unimaginably cruel to badmouth her husband, even in private. They were supposed to be a team getting through these awful circumstances together. But the idea also had a certain kinky heat. Gina had always been dominant with her husband, in life and in bed. A little dominant, catty meanness felt like just an extension of that.