Jasmine's in Trouble Ch. 01

Author's Note: A few years ago, an extremely talented young author by the name of OpenlyJas created a number of fictional works mainly revolving around a character, Jasmine. I particularly enjoyed her writing style and I was lucky enough to correspond with her, and later, personally meet her at a book launch. It was rather funny to realize that we, indeed, shared the same first name (as does the main protagonist in her stories). After discussing one of her earlier works in detail, she encouraged me to craft a full storyline based on that premise. One may consider this a tribute -- she is my inspiration, but this is my execution.

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Chapter 1: Revenge is Sweet

"Of course, Mr Robinson. I understand. It's all about the clients for us, and we wouldn't want you to take something up that wasn't in your best interests. Sure. Should you be interested in the investment plan again one day, please do feel free to contact me!"

Nicolette flung her phone at the wall. Of course it wasn't all about the clients, and she had just missed out on a huge commission. This had been Nicolette's opportunity to ascend to Senior Partner of Stuls Corporation, her boss Dominic had earlier assured her. The youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm in the country! Clearly that would not be the case as she had failed to close Robinson.

It was that bitch Jasmine again. Dominic and the higher-ups would be furious at losing yet another deal to Clean Investments, but not as enraged at how Nicolette felt at coming in second best to Jasmine. Again. From High School to College, the two natural beauties hardly saw eye to eye. From Jasmine being named Cheerleading Captain to the prestigious scholarships that they had had been in competition for in Senior Year, it always seemed as though circumstances were pitting them against each other. The real trigger point was when Nicolette's ex, Mercer, had cheated on her with Jasmine in Senior Year. Nicolette had not particularly loved Mercer, but Jasmine, far from ashamed of her actions, took every opportunity to rub it in. It was just Nicolette's luck that they'd ended up in the same College and in the same Major.

Now 28, the two women were no longer vying for boys and grades, but the competition had gotten even more serious. Stuls Corporation and Clean Investments were rivals, but the two rising stars also always seemed to be in direct competition for big clients.

Nicolette fumed, wild thoughts running through her mind.

"Worth a shot," she thought, before picking up the phone to call her secretary on the intercom, "Cin, could you come in? I was hoping you could tell me more about your cousins. Yes, the filmmakers.."

Jasmine was pleased. It was about time the haughty brunette started respecting her. After all, she would soon be the youngest Senior Partner of a major investment firm. She'd been somewhat taken aback by Nicolette's call, after all, their recent conversations had never ended well. Typically, it would have revolved around Nicolette's bitterness at Jasmine, once again, swooping under the brunette's radar to pinch a valuable client. At other times, it would simply be business between the two of them. After all, the higher-ups at Stuls and Clean were seriously contemplating a merger.

In any case, Jasmine swiftly got over her surprise when Nicolette, surprisingly level, had told her that she had been ORDERED to give her a call personally. "Well, even the bitch's bosses are aware of how good I am." the pretty blonde mused, "I'd love to have seen the look on her face when they told her to congratulate me.."

There was also a business proposal on the table, Nicolette had said. Something about a huge film company which was requesting for a combined investment plan from the two companies. Gladly, Jasmine accepted Nicolette's offer of a dinner that very night. The blonde loved the idea that her rival seemed to be being forced to "wine and dine" her.

"You know, we've been at this for a while now.. And I think.. Well.. It's about time for us to bury the hatchet and move on. Work together." Nicolette said over dinner.

Jasmine was somewhat amused but attempted to stay calm. "Because you finally realized you're no match for me?" she replied, admiring the irritation that crossed the brunette's face.

"Clearly, you are very good at what you do," Nicolette said, swallowing slowly, "And my bosses recognize that. And.. I'd be lying if I said they had not caught wind of our rivalry. Again, I'd be lying if I said they hadn't hinted STRONGLY to me, just this morning, that it was time to make peace and attempt to work together. It's in line with their ambitions to merge in the near future, I guess."

That would do for now, Jasmine thought to herself. Couldn't expect too much from the once-proud bitch, but they were on the way there.

"And.. I would just like to say congratulations. For Robinson, for the upcoming promotion -- yes, word travels fast. I speak on behalf of Stuls as well." Nicolette continued, lowering her voice slightly.

Jasmine was actually somewhat touched at the effort that her rival was putting into this, and was enjoying every moment of it.

"This business proposal, though. What is it about? You said it was about a film and they needed both of us to work on it?" the blonde asked, trying to hide a smile.

Nicolette glanced at the big tits and plunging cleavage showing on the blonde's work dress. "SUPERIOR tits", Jasmine had always referred to them as such among the cheerleaders, "Only SUPERIOR tits for Mercer."

"Yes.. So this is what I've been told.." Nicolette began.

Jasmine actually enjoyed the dinner. The proposal seemed enticing, to say the least. It would certainly line her pockets well. Even if Nicolette was getting a share of the spoils, the opportunity to hear the brunette congratulate her begrudgingly for her recent successes was enough to encourage her to tentatively agree to the collaboration. They'd agreed that Jasmine would pay Nicolette a visit at her office the next morning to delve deeper into the details. She left the restaurant, heading towards the parking lot, looking forward to getting home and having a good long fuck with her husband, Owen. It had certainly been a good day.

She was about to unlock the car door when she was suddenly accosted from behind.

"Don't move, bitch." came a gruff voice. Jasmine could feel a sharp tip pressing against her back through her thin dress. She could see two muscular shadows in the reflection on her car window.

"Oh my god," the blonde whispered, "Ok, I'm not moving. What do you want?"

"Don't move, don't make a sound." he replied simply, before slipping on a tight black cloth over her eyes. Jasmine could not see anything.

"Now put your hands behind your back." he ordered, and swiftly zip-tied Jasmine's delicate hands behind her back.

"Now walk." he continued.

"Wha.. How do I walk? I can't see anything." Jasmine whispered uncertainly, terrified.

"Just walk where I direct you to, whore." he said, and the pretty blonde winced at the harsh word.

"Ok, ok." Jasmine's shoulder was roughly pushed to the right, and she took a few steps. It seemed she was walking along the side of her car to the back.

"Stop here." she heard a faint beep, of her car being unlocked, and then a click to indicate that the trunk was being opened. Suddenly, a hard ball or sorts was stuffed into her mouth, with straps locked behind her head. The busty blonde was unceremoniously stuffed into her own trunk, and the lid slammed shut. Seconds later, she heard the engine starting and the car rumbled off. Blindfolded, hands tied and ball-gagged, she wondered where they were headed.

It was a long night.

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Jasmine wore a white dress the next day, with faint lace around the edges. The relatively conservative outfit made her feel slightly cleaner after her exploits the previous night. In particular, her pussy was still pink from the energetic activities with Sam and John, and slipping on her matching white set of bra and panties helped her feel less slutty and more like a successful Junior-soon-to-be-Senior Partner of Clean Investments. She'd thought of cancelling the meeting with Nicolette, but figured that the opportunity to hear more compliments and congratulations from her former rival would just be what she needed to forget what had happened.

She could not be more wrong.

"Well, how much do you think this will sell for? After all, you're a good closer aren't you?" Nicolette could not hide her glee.

"I was raped! I was forced!" the poor blonde replied.

"Hmm, looks anything but though.." Nicolette made it a point to rewind the video to Jasmine's wholehearted and horny begging.

"Sammy and Johnny.. Look.. I shaved my pussy just for you, just the way you like it.. Look at how wet I am, I need your cocks in me, one deep in this tight slick fuck hole and one in my mouth.." Nicolette increased the volume as the camera zoomed in on the kneeling tanned naked Jasmine who had one hand clearly rubbing her clit between her parted thighs.

Jasmine nervously looked at the door; the volume of the television was loud and sure hoped the people outside could not hear what was going on.

"But.. they forced me.." she replied softly, before it dawned on her.

"You bitch! You set this up!"

Nicolette basked in her victory for a second, silent and "absent-mindedly" rewinding the tape to play the beginning. Of course, Sam and John had done a good job with the edits -- that was after all what she had paid them for. Admittedly, Nicolette herself had been a little sceptical. Apparently the slut had either been too scared or just too whorish, and, with Cindy's cousins' skilled editing, the video was a work of art. It clearly evidenced a blonde bombshell begging for sex from two strangers, despite her wedding ring being shiny and obvious.

"Oh look, here's my favourite part!" Nicolette commented gleefully.

Jasmine was sultrily slipping off her wedding ring, showing it to the camera. "Don't worry, he won't find out. Anyway, even if he does, he should know my pussy needs regular filling with different cocks every morning, afternoon and evening.."

"TURN IT OFF! OH MY GOD NICOLETTE. What the fuck. I'm going to the police with this and I'm going to tell everyone about how you arranged for me to be raped." Jasmine raised her voice slightly, before lowering it again with a glance at the door.

"Hey, I was wondering, was it all impromptu? Or did you really plan your lines for Sammy and Johnny here? Because they sure as hell seem like good imitations of some cheap porn.." Nicolette continued, ignoring Jasmine's comments.

"Did you hear what I said? I'm going to the police now. And I'll make sure that you and those two bastards go to jail for this." Jasmine stalked over to the television and turned it off.

Nicolette walked over to the centre of her office where the blonde woman was standing with her hands-on-hips and tits thrust out. "Let me take your proposal into consideration.." she mused.

"What proposal? You fucking hired two dumbshits to rape me. You are going to jail." Jasmine said.

"So, I don't tell Owen that you cheated on him and you be my slave?" Nicolette said, enjoying the look of pure shock and anger colour Jasmine's pretty features.

"What the fuck. I didn't cheat. I'm out of here." Jasmine walked towards the door.

Just then, the door opened and Nicolette's redhead secretary walked in. "Hey Nico, just to let you know that I've dropped off the parcel for delivery to 69 Blush Street."

"Thanks, Cindy! Much appreciated." Nicolette replied.

To her horror, Jasmine realized that it was her address!

"Are you serious? Are you really going to send the video to Owen?" Jasmine turned to Nicolette when Cindy shut the door.

Nicolette smiled at her, letting Jasmine stew in her juices. "I thought that you had somewhere to be?" she asked.

"Please don't send the video to Owen.." Jasmine replied softly.

"Why not? I thought you said that you were forced into it?" Nicolette shot back.

"It doesn't look that way and you and I know it.." Jasmine replied, defeated.

"Well.. Too bad but the video is already on its way." Nicolette said simply.

"No, please.. Take it back and I won't go to the police. Do we have a deal?" Jasmine asked, half-pleadingly.

"You see, I don't really care about you going to the police at all. Because you have nothing to tell them. No evidence, no proof, not even a good story. All you have are lies about me setting you up for a rape. You go to the police, or don't. I don't really care. I'll use the video as I see fit, whether to defend myself against your dumbass claims of rape, or even to help those two poor gentlemen that you seduced defend themselves, or to expose your cheating slut cunt to your good husband." Nicolette knew that she had her prey just where she wanted her.

"No, no Nicolette. Please.." Jasmine begged, lost for words.

"Well, I guess there is one option." Nicolette said, loving the look of hopefulness that suddenly appeared on Jasmine's face.

"What is it? I'll do anything. You want me to forfeit my promotion, I'll do it." Jasmine replied.

"Forfeit your promotion? Gosh, that's child's play. You still think you're in a position to negotiate don't you. I'll repeat this once and only once. I don't send the video to Owen and you be my slave. Deal?" Nicolette said, grinning.

"What do you mean, 'be your slave'? Do you mean I'll have to introduce clients to you in the future? I can do that, I mean Stuls and Clean have been thinking of working together in the future anyway.." Jasmine replied, slightly relieved.

"NO YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT! WHEN I SAY SLAVE, IT MEANS YOU DO WHATEVER I ASK YOU TO DO, WHENEVER I ASK YOU TO DO. ALL THE TIME." Nicolette suddenly shouted and Jasmine instinctively cowered away. She was sure that Cindy, seated close outside, could hear.

"Ok, I'll do it. I'll do it. Just don't send the video out." Jasmine said, resigned.

Nicolette almost burst out laughing. The dumb blonde was really under her thumb now.

"First things first.." Nicolette said slowly, enjoying the moment, "Get naked. Everything off."

"WHAT??" Jasmine said, inadvertently raising her voice.

She promptly received a slap right across her face.

"Now I'm losing my patience with you, bitch. Either you're my slave, or not. If you are, you do as I say. No questions asked, no delay. If you aren't, then get the fuck out of my office. Perhaps you can enjoy watching 'Dumb Bimbo Blonde Slut Double Penetration' at home with Owen." Nicolette said, feigning anger.

Jasmine could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and not just because of the hard slap that her formal equal and rival had given her.

"And by the way," Nicolette continued, "I'll also be dropping copies off to your parents and siblings. Maybe that hot brother of yours will enjoy wanking off to his slut sister."

"I'll do it, I'll do it.." Jasmine said, completely defeated.

She slowly reached toward mid thighs and rolled up her dress.

"You know what, I don't give a fuck about this strip tease nonsense. Although, as we'd both recall, Mercer did. Anyway, you have 5 seconds to get naked. Or.. You know what." Nicolette rolled her eyes at the blonde.

Tears flowing freely now, Jasmine hurriedly stripped off her dress and stood awkwardly in front of Nicolette in her matching white conservative bra and panties.

"Well, well. The slut in the video was certainly wearing very different underwear. And, as I recall, you had a particularly nice habit of buying sexy underthings even in College. Well, I said naked. And.. it's been 20 seconds. So I guess Owen will be getting a free porno tonight." Nicolette half giggled before feigning seriousness.

Jasmine unclasped her bra and dropped her panties in record time, but then stood hunched, one hand over her voluminous tits and another tightly pressed between her legs.

"Oh come on, now you're being shy? Remember what you said to me in the first cheerleader practice session in College? When you told everyone that I'm not a natural blonde?" the memories actually made Nicolette's anger a little less fake.

"Yes, I remember.." Jasmine replied softly. She felt embarrassed and powerless, completely naked in front of Nicolette. All she had on were her pair of simple white flats.

Nicolette remembered that incident vividly. She had always believed that the only reason why Jasmine had been assigned the Captain's role in High School was due to her blonde hair. Shortly before their first practice session in College, Nicolette had decided to dye her hair platinum blonde, an almost matching shade to Jasmine's. Jasmine had not stopped making snide comments about "fake people" and people who would "do anything to make themselves seem cooler than they're not". At the end of first practice, when the sweaty girls had congregated in the bathroom for a shower, Jasmine had stripped completely naked and had loudly begun a conversation about pubic hair with a few of the similarly naked and blonde Seniors. Looking back, Nicolette could somewhat appreciate the deviousness of the blonde's plot but at that time, she certainly felt horrible.

"I had a boyfriend who had a particular fetish for a thin slit-width landing strip, but I couldn't bring myself to let the hair grow. Seriously, I can't stand the sight or feeling of pubic hair or body hair at all. Smooth from the neck down I'd say!" Jasmine laughed loudly, parting her legs wide and exposing her clean-shaven pussy, "So.. Nic! We've been through thick and thin together in High School, but I never got to ask you this question. Do you like to be completely shaved down there?"

"I don't know, Jasmine.." Nicolette mumbled. She still had on her sports bra and tight athletic panties, and had no intention whatsoever of getting naked outside of the cubicle. It was even more annoying that she knew full well which boyfriend Jasmine was referred to -- it was Mercer, whom the bitch had stolen from her!

"Come on, Nic! Just strip down and join us. It's just us girls!" Jasmine said loudly, to laughter from the group gathered around her. She was working the crowd and both Jasmine and Nicolette knew it. Cheerleading squads were all the same, either you fitted in and were in, or you did not and were out.

"Well.." Nicolette said, barely audible, as she cast a glance at the nearby cubicle.

"Oh come on, don't be shy!" Jasmine pranced over, her big tits and matchingly curvy ass bouncing. Without warning, she unclasped Nicolette's tight sports bra and pulled her panties to the ground from the back. Jasmine had specifically chosen to do so from the back so that she could enjoy the watching crowd's expressions. She was not disappointed.

"Wow! Now I know why she didn't want to take them off." One of the blonde seniors, Allison, commented.

Nicolette's dark brown, trimmed but fully visible, pubic triangle was exposed to the other girls. The contrast to the bright platinum blonde hair on her head was apparent.

"Oh my god!!" Jasmine feigned ignorance and surprise, "You should have said so. I didn't know you were not a natural. I mean, I didn't know you were a FAKE blonde. I'm sorry, Nic!"

Nicolette stood still, embarrassed and exposed, blushing and not knowing what she could say.

"You know, I've never seen non-blonde pubic hair before. Do you think it will be as smooth as a TRUE blonde's?" Jasmine continued.

Again, without warning, she reached out and pinched a couple of hairs from Nicolette's trimmed bush. Nicolette quickly pulled up her tight panties and hurried to the cubicle, to giggles all around the changing room. "I'm sorry darling, I didn't know you were a FAKE blonde!" Jasmine hollered.