Deal with the devil (for Tatyina)

The next time Addyson switched on her email, there would be one new unread email that would be of specific interest to her... The timestamp of when it was sent was less then an hour after her promo with Sandy Starlight:


Subject: Welcome to AFW and summons
Marked as important

Dear Addyson Queensbury,
Please allow me to forward AFWs warmest welcomes to you upon joining with our federation. Although you have not yet been in competition here, the directors at AFW is certain that you will fit right in.

The General Manager and owner of AFW, Ms. Cassandra Sellers, would like an hour of your time tommorrow at 3 pm in her office. There is no need to come with assistants, this will be an informal discussion between yourself and your manager Cassandra Sellers to discuss your future here at AFW.

Warmest Regards
AFW Administration



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"Message for you, mum." The small tone of the wide eyed assistant to Addyson Queensbury called out. Addyson lifted her head and slid her glasses down her face a bit to eye Pip. "I'm extremely busy at the moment. This had better be good." She said as she leaned out and reached out a hand. Pip then brought over a small laptop and showed Addyson the email. "Right from the queen's desk, I'd say, mum." Addyson looked at her and said nothing as she gazed at Pip before letting her lips curl into a sadistic grin. "Pip..." She said in a soft tone. "Come sit." She swiveled on her chair and patted her thigh. The younger girl's eyes widened and she practically bounded over to Addyson. She took a seat on Addyson's lap and then beamed gleefully.

Addyson leaned in, brushing her nose against Pip's neck as her hand slid up and and over Pip's breast. The girl shivered in delight, her mouth hangign open. "Now... pip..." She said letting a hot breath roll over the girl. "You know very well there's only room for one Queen, right?" Addyson's arm snaked around Pip's neck and put her in a choke hold. The red headed girl's eyes had widened in horror before she was trapped and she soon squirmed in place, as she pawed at Addyosn's arm. "M-mistress! I-I'm sorry! P-please let go! I-I won't let it happen again."

Addyson held onto Pip for a few moments longer before lettign her drop to the floor. As the girl recovered her breath, Addyson swiveled back and read the email. "Hmph... it seems mmy presence is already beign requested. So it was a good idea to use the bold approach. We'll see if that tart has what it takkes toi back up her threeats. I'm interested in seignwhat she has in store for me. I'll gladly have a visit with her. It should be quite interesting."

Pip gasped as she listened. "Even though it's clearly a trap?" She asked.

Addyson sent her reply saying she would be in the next morning and looked at Pip. "We need to get you on your leash again, Pip. You're being quite naughty today. Of course I know what the dangers are but I've obviously proven that I am a capable threat or else she would have laughed at me and ignored me. She's intrigued and that means I've at least gotten her attention if not rattled. her.

***

The next morning around 10 am Addysom approached the office of Cassandra Sellers, hoping to find out just what she was after. It was exciting to finally meet one of her foes face to face.

Addyson was greeted by a receptionist that sat at the desk outside Ms. Seller's office.

"Ms. Queensbury... Yes, I have your appointment right here, Ms. Sellers is currently in audience with other guests currently. I will notify her that you have arrived... If you would like to take a seat." The receptionist said indicating the waiting area.

A good 15 or so minutes passed before finally the door to Cassandra's office opened... But it was not Cassandra Sellers who walked out, instead an interesting pair emerged.. The one to the right was tall, much taller then Addyson... She had green hair and donned a similar style hat on her head that Addyson had with her uniform. The one to the left was more Addyson's height and was hatless, allowing her long pink hair to flow down her back.

Both women wore long black overcoats (that were somewhat gothic in style), open at the front which allowed Addyson to see their interestign attire underneath. The green haired woman worn black leather trousers and red suspenders; whereas the pink haired lady wore an interesting lacey black leather corset number that appeared very tight fitting.

Apparently they were the ones holding an audience with Ms. Sellers before her, now with their business concluded they headed for the exit... That was until the green haired woman spotted Addyson.

"Well well... Lookie what we have here.." She spoke in a seductive yet dangerous voice as she used her gloved hands to gently move aside the tip of her dominatrix hat so that she could see clearly.

"hmm.." The other one muttered, looking out of the corner of her eyes to see who her partner was refering to. "Ha.. Addyson? That's funny, we were just talking about y-..AHH!!!" But that was as far as she managed to blurt out before the other suddenly grabbed a handful of her lush pink hair and yanked her so hard she practically fell against the side of the green haired woman's body.

"Now now, Mitra hon... Don't be rude."

Addyson smoothly watched the girls exit, making sure to maintain a view of then through her peripheral vision without focusing her attention on them. They were exactly what she expected to come out of Cassandra Seller's office. Who would wear clothes like that in a professional setting? She was about to stand up when she heard them speak. She looked away and then cooly stood up. She took a few steps forward and turned her head. "Nothing good, I'd hope." She said.

"If you'll excuse me..." She paused and purposefully looked up and down at the girls as if her view of them would allow her to accurately think of the next word. "...Ladies..." She'd decide on. "I'd rather not be late for my sheduled appointment." She'd turn and walk into Ms. Seller's room if she was not accosted further by the ladies and if the secretary gave her permission.

The pink haired woman had been refered to as "Mitra", if Addyson had done some homework she might then know that the other was Niska...

Niska kept ahold of Mitra's pink hair, pulling her closely up against the side of her body so that Mitra's cheek and lips were pressing into the side of her large right breast through the overcoat. Mitra sharp cry from having her hair yanked had cut off now and instead she was smiling and making a low humming noise at the back of her throat something like a cat's purr as she looked at Addyson from the corner of her eyes while still being held... Her arms hugging around Niska's waist.

"I'm sure Ms. Sellers can wait..." Niska tilted her head to one side "It's a pitty if you haven't yet heard of me... But surely you tell by the way we're dressed that we seem to share the same interests, wouldn't you say?"

Addyson turned as Niska kept talking. "Oh?" She said giving them a curious look. She then smiled at her words. "I never said I didn't know who you were, poppet. But I didn't think a boost to your ego would be proper. It seems there's more than enough inflated sacks of flesh for you to try and keep a handle on at the moment." She then tilted her head downward. "Which, by the way you're dressed, seems to only indicate that you haven't quite won that particular fight yet."

Addyson was interested enough to turn fully around and further scrutinize the woman. "I don't believe we quite share the same interests." She said looking over to Mitra. "I certainly am modest enough to separate business and pleasure when decency calls for it." She added.

Niska chuckled, although her lips remained pressed together, the chuckle only coming from the back of her throat

"Condescension deary..?" She said with a raised eyebrow, then smiled "Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun when we get some alone time... aren't we..?" She said licking her lips. Suddnely all of seductive tone was taken out of her tone and mannerism as her eyes went wide open and she let yelled out "AHHHH!! BITCH!!". Niska yanked at Mitra's hair to drag her head away and throw her aside although the pink haired girl managed to avoid falling to the floor.

While Niska and Addyson had been making with the small talk, Mitra had decided to skip the starters and go right to the main course... Gently peeling back the overcoat that was Niska's only protection from Mitra's face to her breast, and then sunk her teeth right into the side of Niska's right melon. The red teeth marks were now apparent for Addyson to see and it looked like she hadn't held back with the bite, if it had been any harder it would have surely drawn blood.

Mitra giggled and carefully swayed her body from side to side, pouting her lips in Niska's direction as if to blow a kiss as she looked at the handy work she had done on the boob. Niska moved back to rub her breast with the palm of her hand, but now that the initial shock of the bite had passed, the green haired woman groaned softly as if deriving pleasure from the pain. She looked back over at Mitra, smiling a devils smile... This was why Niska liked Mitra enough to partner with her, but she would give in return as soon as Mitra dropped her gaurd...

Mitra turned her attention on Addyson, putting her hand on her hips and swaggering her way over towards her... Mitra was obviously different from Niska in the way she talked and her mannerisms, the best way of describing it was that while Niska was sultry, Mitra was instead slutty.

"mmh... This is what we are.." Mitra said in a silky voice as she floated around Addyson's side, allowing her hand to trail up Addyson's arm slowly.. moving behind Addyson "This is what we do for business as well as for pleasure..." She moved in to whisper against Addyson' ear lobe, her breasts pressing into Addyson's back "No need to seperate it.." Mitra's hand started to move to Addyson's hips

Addyson remained silent at Niska's words. From what the domme said, it seemed like something was already planned between herself and the pair. This she found interesting in and of itself. She, at the moment, had no real interest in Mitra but she certainly would love to have a crack at Niska. She'd seen what Mitra was doing but had not really needed to draw attention to it. It seemed as though the pink haired girl could bite pretty hard. Interesting enough to file away but nothing more.

Addyson didn't flinch when Mitra stalked her way over. She merely kept a head turned and an eye focused to keep watch of both of them in her peripheral vision. She felt the breast press against her. It hadn't been the first. She knew it wouldn't be the last. The soft cushion belying the cruel intentions that may hide behind it. She kept her cool at the touch against her shoulder and keenly listened to the girl's words. The hot breath against her ear sent a surge of pleasure and adrenaline running through her and as Mitra's hand began to slide down Addyson's arm toward her hip, she'd try to quickly snatch it with her free hand and hold it in place. If she could get a grip on it, she would try and squeeze it as hard as she could, without making it look like she was trying. "When one swears fielty to Queen and Country a certain amount of professionalism is required even when one's business IS pleasure. It's a shame that not everyone can take this to heart and must adorn themselves as common trollops for every occasion."

Disturbingly enough, Mitra moaned softly and seductively as Addyson gripped her arm painfully tight, the moan and warm air that came from her lips with it going straight into Addyson's earlobe

"Just cause you're from England, doesn't mean you have to be so stiff and cold.." Her other hand moved from the other side over her hips towards the front of Addyson's crotch "Maybe I should warm you up a little..?"

Mitra's reaction to the pain was dually noted by the brit. regardless, she remained firm in her grasp and was even a little curious as to what the threshold for this woman really was. Addyson's ear twitched a bit from the heat of Mitra's breath but she did not change her attitude one bit except for a sly smile. "I'm as sweet as two lumps of sugar, thank you very much."

She would then try to wrench Mitra's hand backwards into an armbar as the girl reached for her womanhood. If she could pull this off, she'd reach around to grab the girl's breast and dig the points of her fingers right into the base of Mitra's nipple wondering if she could get any pain from the woman but also keeping her in a position where she could more thoroughly keep an eye on the mischievous harlet. "At present, I have my doubts that you know the proper way to cool my off if you think that these cheap parlor tricks will lure me into your poorly spun web.' She'd say, with a firm tone that was crafted in such a way as to also leave a hot breath against Mitra's ear.