Cold Leather Revenge

Mike was now beginning to get intrigued and all the while she was almost touching herself up. Her gloved hand rubbing up and down the black leather of her boot while she spoke. Riding up to her thigh as she slurred, teasing the nylon with her leather coated fingers. Mike decided to take a chance, wondering if the effects of the wine would allow her to open up to him. He rested one hand on the boot laying across his lap. Gently squeezing the soft leather, he began to tease her leg. Feeling his hand through her boot she let out a sigh of excitement.

'Let me give you an example.' She slurred 'Look at these gorgeous boots.' She said, motioning to the boot Mike was now caressing.

'They are lovely Ms Harris.' Mike said, enjoying seeing her slur & getting excited at the attention he was paying her.

'Yes they are. And you're not the only one who thinks so. The number of men I have seduced, taken control of, made into my own little lapdogs merely at the tap of one of my many pairs of boots is beyond imagination. And here...' she motioned, raising her gloved hand up to him 'Smell!' she commanded.

Mike leant across and inhaled the soft leather of her glove. It smelt divine. Inhaling deeply, he could feel stirring going on in his trousers.

'It is all about the leather. The power & control I have over men just by simply wearing & flaunting leather items is unbelievable. My boots are my power!' She slurred. 'There are too many people to mention in positions of power & influence that haven't succumbed to my leather infatuation. I have a log book tucked away in my desk. There would be some mind blowing exclusives if that ever got out I can tell you!' she giggled at him.

'I'm sure there would be Ms Harris.' Mike smiled at her. He knew she loved boasting about her 'conquests' & could see by the look in her now glazed eyes that this was a woman who loved a power trip.

'Well, I really must be going Ms Harris. Once again, it was a pleasure working for you. I will make sure you receive a copy of all paperwork once it has been signed off. Mike said.

'Oh must you go?' she sighed 'Very well. You run along to that girlfriend of yours.' She said, struggling to get to her feet & balancing on her five inch heels.

'Are you ok Ms Harris? Can you manage?' he said, reaching out and grabbing one of her arms to stop her from falling down.

'Hmm I would appreciate a hand if it's not too much trouble.' She slurred.

'Of course. After all, you're the boss!' he replied, playing up to her obvious sense of authority.

'And don't you forget it young man!' she replied, giggling.

Placing one of her arms around his shoulder, Mike practically dragged Ms Harris up the stairs -- eventually finding her bedroom. Laying her down, he swung her legs round so she was safely on the bed.

'Take my boots off for me' she slurred, now practically asleep.

Mike reached down & ran his hands across her boot. Gently squeezing, he felt her tense up and she let out a soft moan. He rand one hand across her ankle & slowly up to her knee. Reaching the zipper, he slowly pulled it towards her ankle. As the leather casing came free from her leg, he ran one hand up on the soft nylon on her leg. She moaned as she felt his hands on her. Pulling one boot off, his hand grabbed her food. He gently but firmly massaged the sole of her foot, running his hand along the underside up to her toes. Gently turning her foot he saw her toe nails were painted the same scarlett red as her finger nails. He bent down to inhale the musky aroma of a foot that had, until a second ago, been encased in soft leather. As he deeply inhaled, he felt her moaning softly.

He reached over & picked up her boot, raised it to his face and inhaled the inside where her foot had just been. Instantly, the aroma hit him and he felt his legs go weak.

He moved over & reached for her other booted foot. Raising it up so he could see along the line of her leg, he noticed her skirt had ridden up revealing a lacy top stocking and black suspender clasp. Tracing his fingers from her leather encased toes, he gently rubbed through her boot all the way to her ankle up her calf and up to her knee. Rolling her onto her front, he reached up and undid the zipper on her skirt. Almost automatically, she shifted her body to allow him to wriggle the skirt down to her ankles and off and rolled her onto her back. Next he undid the buttons on her blouse, pulled her arms through one at a time and removed it.

Standing back, Mike now looked down on the unconscious like Ms Harris. One boot still on & one removed. He closely examined her long slender legs & the black stockings that led to a lacy thigh, firmly held in place by a black lacy suspender belt, this was covered by a tiny black lacy thong. He body was well toned & he could see she had looked after herself. Although she was laying on her back, he could see that her breasts still filled out her black lacy bra nicely. His hand gently moved across one of her breasts and onto her cleavage. As he did this, he remaining gloved hand spontaneously reached up and cupped her left breast. He bent his face down and gently inhaled the leather of her glove. His lip lingered on the soft leather as he slowly moved across her hand and down across her fingers. Sensing this, she squeezed her breast. His mouth and nose moved onto her breast as he lightly started to nuzzle at her nipple through her bra. Automatically, she started to moan and writhe around on her bed.

Mike seized the opportunity & pulled out his phone. He took half a dozen pictures of her unconsciously playing with her own breasts and then he moved her gloved hand down to her pussy. Instinctively, she started to play with herself. As she did this, he switched his camera to movie mode and filmed her unconsciously pleasuring herself. He could see that she was working herself up to an orgasm, as she muttered some words.

'Mmmm, worship me. Worship my leather. Yessss. My boots are my power. My power over you. Yessss. Yessssss. Yessssss.'

As he filmed her, she continued to rub herself, her naked leg instinctively rubbing itself onto her booted leg. As her orgasm hit her, she slumped on the bed.

Mike removed her other boot & glove and pulled the duvet over her, while she snuggled herself down into a deep sleep.

Shutting her bedroom door, he crept back downstairs and entered the study. Collecting his things, he realised that the Dictaphone was still on and had recorded their entire conversation. Looking across to her desk, the realisation now hit him that he had a number of pieces of evidence that, if used cautiously, could be the answer to his career prospects and also the key to making some serious money.

He opened a few drawers, looking for the log book. Finally, he came across a stack of books that had written on the side "A-L" & "M-Z". Flipping open a couple of pages, he could see the names of acquaintances that Ms Harris had a 'grip' over, along with a detailed description like a diary entry.

Putting the two books in his briefcase along with the Dictaphone he looked up at the picture of Ms Harris in her riding gear. 'Why not' he thought, and put that in too.

Driving home, he wondered whether he should explain everything to Lydia. She was after all the woman he intended on spending the rest of his life with, and to be dishonest to her of all people was not something he could bring himself to do.

He decided that he would be honest with Lydia. He had the evidence & Ms Harris clearly now had a large amount of cash available & he seriously doubted she would want to rebut his claims and take any chance of this information going public. No, he would explain everything to Lydia & if she went along with it, then they would go for it.

Walking up to his front door, he felt nervous. He turned the key & stepped through the front door, his sweaty palm still clutching his briefcase containing all of his recently acquired evidence.

'Honey I'm home! We need to talk...' he said.

Chapter 3

'Hi Babe, how was your day?' Lydia said as she looked up to see her boyfriend enter the room.

'Err, it was, well, it was different.' Mike replied as he slumped down on the sofa next to her.

'Oh. That doesn't sound too good! Do you want to talk about it?' Lydia said, looking deflated and concerned.

Nervously, Mike started 'Well that depends. Babe, you know you said you were concerned about our money problems and that we would be in serious trouble if we were hit financially?'

'Yes. I am worried, especially with everything that's going on with "the bitch" right now!' Lydia replied 'Why? Please don't tell me you have problems at work too?'

'No, no my work is fine. It's just that, well, I might have accidentally stumbled across a solution. But it depends on how far you are willing to go?' he said.

'Babe, I'm confused.' Lydia said 'What do you mean?'

'Well, the woman who's case I have been dealing with has just been made extremely rich through her divorce settlement. Extremely rich -- to the sum of £24 million to be exact.' Mike exclaimed.

'£24 million pounds?!? Oh my god!' said Lydia, shocked at the amount.

'Yes. That's who I called in on, on my way home this evening -- to finalise the agreement and get the papers signed and everything. But one of the conditions was that she make a recorded statement and I accidentally left the recorder on after she had finished.' Mike explained.

'Oh. Well I'm sure you won't get into any trouble for that sweetheart? Surely you can just edit out the section you want, can't you?' Lydia said.

'Yes, yes. I'm sure I can. But that's not everything. In the conversation that followed, she got quite drunk and said things I'm not sure she meant to. I mean, I believe she has incriminated herself!' Mike said, looking very guilty & ashamed of himself.

'Incriminating? How? What do you mean?' Lydia said, now looking very serious.

'I think there are certain people that she might have been blackmailing over the years. She admitted it all, including telling me that she kept evidence log books!' Mike said. 'Here, let me show you.' He went on.

Mike took out the Dictaphone from his briefcase and forwarded through the statement that had been recorded. Pausing at the start of the incriminating conversation, he looked at Lydia. 'Babe, are you sure you want to hear this? I mean, we could be accessories just by knowing this stuff. She was quite eccentric. Quite flirtatious, especially the more drunk she became. In the end I had to put her to bed as she passed out!'

'Yes, I want to hear. You've got me intrigued now!' Lydia replied 'After all, we can always edit out the statement & delete the rest can't we?'

'Yes. You are right. Ok.' Mike said as he pressed play on the recording.

Within two seconds of the recording being played back Lydia shrieked 'No! It can't be! Babe, Turn the volume up!'

Mike turned the volume up to maximum & Lydia listened intently, open mouthed. As Ms Harris rambled on, a huge beaming smile appeared across Lydia's face.

'The Bitch!' she said.

'Babe?' mike replied, looking stunned.

'That's her! The bitch from work! The bitch that's been making my life hell!' Lydia shrieked.

Mike pulled the picture of Ms Harris out of his briefcase and passed it to Lydia.

'Yes. That's definitely her!' she almost shouted.

Lydia listened to the whole recording, about how Ms Harris hard been just like her once & seized her opportunity with both hands.

'Babe, you know what this means?' Lydia said looking excitedly into Mike's eyes 'I've got her. I've got that fucking bitch!'

'Babe, there's more.' Mike said, pulling his phone out. He showed Lydia the pictures & then the video.

'So, she loves her boots does she? That explains why she's always tottering around like lady muck.' She replied 'Well we'll see about that. She's going to pay dearly for the way she's treated me!'

After replaying the recording a couple of times, Lydia had compiled quite a few notes. Mike had made a copy of the proper recorded statement and filed it in his briefcase along with all the signed documents ready for the court.

Mike looked across at Lydia who was sat day dreaming on the sofa. 'Babe. Are you sure about this?'

'Fuck yes. I'm sure. You don't know what she's put me through. And with everything here, I'm certain she wouldn't want it going public. You were right, this could be the end of our worries!' she replied.

The next morning, Lydia woke up to beaming sunshine bursting through the windows. Mike was next to her, still dozing. Her mind wandered to the recordings, the pictures & the video on Mike's phone that she had now copied onto her phone as well as backing up onto several disks. A wave of excited emotion poured over her as she snuggled into Mike, making him stir.

'Morning sleepy' she whispered softly to him.

'Morning gorgeous' he replied, snuggling up to her.

'Today my love. Today is the start of a new time for us.' She whispered as she wriggled her bottom against his cock. Instinctively, he pulled her close.

'Are you sure about this babe?' Mike replied.

'Never been more sure about anything apart from the fact that I love you!' and with that, aligned herself up and immediately plunged herself onto his now throbbing cock.

Chapter 4

Strolling through the office, Lydia had a new found wave of confidence. She was excitedly nervous about confronting Ms Harris. Mike had arranged to file the papers and the legitimate recording at the court first thing & would then call Ms Harris to confirm everything had been finalised. He would then signal Lydia that everything was done.

Lydia sat at her desk going through a few documents, her evidence closely guarded in a brown envelope tucked under her keyboard. Then that all too familiar sound came. The sounds of heel clicking away along the corridor. Then she was there.

Lydia smirked as she watched Ms Harris swan along the corridor towards her office. Her heels clicking on the floor turned out to be a pair of knee length five inch black leather stiletto boots. Her slender legs encased in nylon disappeared under a black skirt. A long black leather jacket with matching gloves completed her 'bitch' look. Lydia watched as the male heads turned as she glided past them, which made her rage burn inside her. Ms Harris reached her office and entered, slamming her door shut behind her. Lydia thought she would give her a few minutes to 'settle in' before making her approach.

Sat at her desk, Ms Harris was reading an e-mail when her telephone rang.

'Yes?' she answered.

'Hello, Ms Harris? It's Mike Lucas.' He started.

'Oh yes, good morning Mr Lucas.' She replied.

'Good morning. I thought I would let you know that I delivered the documents & recording to the judge first thing this morning & everything has been processed. Congratulations Ms Harris. You are now a free, and very rich lady.' Mike said.

'Why, Mr Lucas, thank you. That is excellent news!' she replied.

'I am sorry about last night, I'm not quite sure what happened? The last thing I remember is signing the documents & making a recorded statement. The next thing I remember is waking up in bed this morning!' Ms Harris continued.

'Not to worry Ms Harris. We concluded our business but you seemed a little worse for wear after our celebratory drinks &I couldn't possibly leave you on your sofa so I took you up to your bed. I hope you don't mind?' Mike said.

'Oh Mr Lucas, no not at all. You are such a gentleman for taking care of me. I'm rather embarrassed to tell the truth! You could have done anything to me! Red wine has that affect on me, leaves me with no memory of events!' she continued.

'All part of the service Ms Harris, don't you worry. Well, I must be going. I have an appointment with another client in a short while. I just wanted to give you the good news as soon as possible.' Mike said.

'Oh no, that's absolutely wonderful. Thank you again. Goodbye.' She said & ended the call.

Lydia's mobile phone vibrated as the text message came through. #All done. She doesn't remember a thing about last night. Over the moon about the money. Go get her sweetheart!#

Knocking on the office door & entering, Lydia saw Ms Harris was lying on her sofa. Looking up at her, Ms Harris said 'Yes? What do you want, bothering me this early.'

'Good morning Ms Harris. I have an envelope for you.' Lydia said, reaching out to pass her the envelope.

'What the hell is this? This had better be important. I have much more important things to do with my time! Don't forget you are on review. One step out of line & I'll kick your fat arse right out of here!' she snapped back at Lydia, who was now standing at the foot of the sofa attempting to withhold her devious grin.

Opening the envelope, Ms Harris pulled out a stack of photographs -- of her laying on her bed masturbating and touching herself.

'What the fuck are these? How did you get these you little bitch!' she snapped at Lydia.

'Never you mind. Carry on. There's more...' Lydia said. Ripping open the envelope, Ms Harris pulled out some A4 photocopies of a log book.

Recognising her hand writing, she gasped 'What the fuck? How!' she shrieked.

Just at that moment, Lydia pulled out the Dictaphone and pressed play. Immediately Ms Harris heard her own hugely distinguishable voice. The voice that was describing how she had a hug of blackmailing activities & how she started as a simple secretary in this very company. Clicking stop, Lydia looked down at Ms Harris who was now as white as a sheet & looking extremely anxious.

'Where did you get these?' Ms Harris said.

'As I said MS Harris' Lydia emphasising the MS as she spoke 'Never you mind that. What you do have to worry about however is how you are going to explain this to, lets see, the MD of this company? The press once it's on all the front pages & also the police for bribery, blackmail & extortion. Pretty serious charges I think, don't you? Lydia said, not getting huge pleasure from seeing Ms Harris sunken eyes.

She knew she was defeated. There was no cover up. No way to wriggle out. Photo's, signatures & handwriting & even a voice taping!

'What do you want?' Ms Harris said in a broken voice.

'What I want is to make you fucking suffer, like you've made me suffer you snooty bitch!' Lydia seethed.

'I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, let's be adult about this.' Ms Harris practically begged.

'Oh yes, I'm sure we can Donna.' Lydia said -- using Ms Harris christian name for the first time. Flinching at this, Ms Harris stood and walked over to her desk. Perching her bottom on the edge of her desk, she looked Lydia up and down. She had never seen this side of her before. She looked very different. Angry. Confident.

'That is good to hear. About your review. I don't think we need to progress that any more do we. Let's just keep this between the two of us and say nothing more about it. What do you say?' Ms Harris said, attempting to regain the authority of the situation.

'Review? What review is that then Donna. As far as I am concerned, it never happened. Did it?' Lydia said with a stern look in her eyes.

'Of course not. Of course.' Ms Harris replied, moving to sit at her desk.

'Did I tell you that you could sit Donna?' Lydia snapped.

'Err, well, no.' Ms Harris replied, shaken.

'So get your arse back round here. Now!' Lydia barked at her.

Quickly scurrying, Ms Harris returned to her position slouching on the front of her desk.

'Actually, I think you would be better here. Right here. At my knees.' Lydia said, pointing to her feet with one finger.

'Excuse me?' Ms Harris replied.

'Here bitch. Now. Move it. Else I get the copies I have safely stored and started sending them out.' Lydia retorted.

Ms. Harris could see from the snarl in Lydia's face that she wasn't joking. She slithered across to her knees at her feet. Lydia smirked at the way Ms Harris tottered on her heels, bowing down before her.