A Recipe For Revenge

“How could you do this? I trusted you and took you as a sister but this is how you choose to repay me?” Mr Mark said, shaking his head in disbelief as he kept staring at Norah. “I swear! I am innocent, I was sent by a lady who claimed that the bag was her's; I was so convinced that it was hers because she came out of your office with a similar bag and she pleaded with me to pick the other bag for her from your office. She is outside here, Believe me sir” Norah uttered hastily as she pointed at the direction of the door where the lady who sent her was standing. “Well, come and show me that lady!” he growled out in anger as his face reddened with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. “Where is she?” Mr Mark asked as he stared at Norah who was standing facing an empty street. There was nobody there as the lady was nowhere to be seen. “Shhh… She was right here!” She stammered as she stood frozen with her head turning around in surprise as she searched for the unknown lady; her eyes wide with fear, feeling the ground under her feet shaking as her legs trembled. Her eyes brimming with tears as she tried to force words out of her mouth. Mark didn't utter a word as he stared at her one last time, his face burning with shame and embarrassment as he turned to his office. Norah was standing there confused without moving an inch, she was searching through her mind to recall the lady's looks. A flash of memory struck her mind as recalled having seen the lady a few times with Anabelle, her coworker. “Could she be the one behind all these? What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?” She searches through her mind, trying to fix the puzzle that can cost her job. “Are you sure this will work? You said she have a good relationship with your boss. What did you pack in that bag that you think could get her implicated?” Asked Jasmine, curiously staring at Annabelle as she sipped her drink, her eyes widened in astonishment on how she was able to come up with such a plan. “You don't trust me, do you? With me by your side anything is possible. I will do anything for you my love and will use what I have to get what I want” Anabelle whispered, her eyes locked onto Jasmine's as she purred sweet words to her ear, her voice gentle as she gazed at her with an enchanting glance. “Let's have fun my love” she said in a low tone as she reached out for a pack of cigarettes which was next to her glass. They had a truly amazing night. They continue to drink every time making fun. Anabelle sipped all of her drink while holding it firmly with her stumbling hands. She then proceeds to clean herself in the bathroom. Jasmine couldn't wait any longer so she followed her to the bathroom. She took off her clothing, entering the bathroom barefoot while carrying her dildo. She found Anabelle relaxing on her sink as she washed herself in scalding warm water. In front of Anabelle, who appeared to admire her most, she stood naked. She leapt out of the water and threw herself into the pool while holding her breasts. She quickly tested on her in the basin making her warm. More than anything in the world, both of them appeared to cherish their friendship. Since they had been friends since they were young, it was only natural that their friendship had been very solid. “Darling, I missed you. Do you still miss me?” Anabelle enquired as she ran her delicate fingers over the woman's soft breasts, causing her to sigh with pleasure. “I really missed this. Please f**k me” Jasmine roared with laughter. Anabelle started turning her on while placing her hands over her chest. Slowly becoming aware of craving being sated, she began to groan. Anabelle's use of her body gave the impression that she was older and more experienced in matters related to s*x and lust. She was aware of all her body's weak spots. Finally, she reached her hand, took it out, and placed it on her already wet lips. She first created a seductive environment by placing her finger between her lips. Jasmine carefully caressed her entire body as she demonstrated how her cravings were beyond her control. In her “paradise,” Anabelle dove the dildo and rhythmically drew it in and out. Across her loins, she felt trembling. Jasmine wailed, “you are such a delicious honey”. After the whole affair, they both washed themselves and went to bed; they lay in bed feeling free of their desires, which they had thought of as a burden to their bodies. They were so tipsy and mumbled their past friendship moments till they were asleep. Nora went back to the store and headed to Mark's office, her conscience couldn't free her; it was certain she had never been in such a situation. The office door was partially closed when she approached. “Excuse me sir” uttered Norah in a low tone. “ I know my job, I will check the surveillance camera and I will investigate this. Just go to bed” he said as he slammed the door. Norah layed in bed helplessly with an ailing feeling of sickness, pain and weakness. She was completely worn out; her bed was damped from her weeping and her pillow soaked with tears as her amazing day became dreary. No one was there to comfort her, she kept trying to find solace in her thoughts. She pondered her thoughts for a few seconds, then reached for her box which was right above her mattress; she took out a picture of her mum as she began to muse over her memories, the memories of her late mother. “Why do you have to leave so soon? Since you left life has never been fair to me, oh God!” She cried as she kept pondering on her thoughts. The following day, everyone was at their designated offices performing their regular duties when Mark came and called for Anabelle to his office. She was still tipsy from the drinks she had that night. Her blouse swayed around over her right mini skirt exposing her curvy backside as she walked to Mark’s office. “Close the door” ordered Mark. He glanced at her feminine structure for a few seconds as she postulated over the chair, bending a bit to intentionally expose her half cover round sparkling boobs giving a sexy snare before greeting him “good morning sir”. Mark shook his head a bit trying to compose himself as he took a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm of emotions that had been stirred up by her ravishing smile and gorgeous appearance. He strained to maintain a stern expression, but his twitching lips betrayed a hint of amusement out of his face. “Uhmm….. miss Anabelle, I hope the morning becomes good for you”. Answered Mike as he turned the monitor towards Anabelle. “Of course it will be Sir”. She answered curtly, her voice tight and controlled as she gazed serenely into the distance pretending not to notice the monitor In Front of her. “I don't want to say much this morning, there's a case of theft which we witnessed yesterday after work and the footage from the CCTV captured you at a restricted place. What do you have to say about that?” Mark questioned her like a detective. “Sir I don't know what you are actually saying, I don't have any connections to this” she answered with measured cadence, her voice conveying a sense of solemnity. Mr Mark didn't say a word as went forth and played the CCTV to her, unveiling her moving with the bag that was found with Norah. She gazed at the monitor for a while sitting speechless. “What do you have to say about this then?” Asked mark. Annabelle stood up from the chair, she slowly removed her blouse, revealing her stunning features and curvaceous figure. Her hourglass shape was accentuated by her fitted top and skirt, which hugged her body in all the right places, showing her voluptuous busy, tiny waist and curvy hips. Her confidence and poise commanded his attention, and the room seemed to hold its breath as she revealed her beauty. “Are you… .. out of your mind? What the f**k are you doing?” With a low intensity, Mark questioned her, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned back in his chair; his eyes fixed on her with a mesmerized stare, watching her approach with a seductive hip-swiveling gait. “Oh!…. Dear lovely handsome man, you had forgotten that your MacBook was with me last month? Can you remember what it contains?” Asked Annabelle as she gave him a deep stare while wearing a little smile that could only be seen around her lips. Mark was filled with surprise, lacking words to say as he stare at Annabelle, confused. Before he could even form another thought, let alone speak, she had already pressed her lips to his, initiating a passionate kiss. Their lips moved in harmony, she began to caress his chest with one hand, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his skin. Meanwhile, her other hand drifted lower, seeking out the buckle of his belt with a bold, purposeful motion. The sudden onslaught of sensations was enough to overwhelm his senses, and he felt his conscience and emotions being swiftly overpowered by the primal, lustful desire that had coursed through his veins like a fiery all-consuming blaze. Annabelle pulled down her panties and drew her skirt up exposing her curvy shaped lower body as he reached for his already stiffened stick, rubbed it at her already wetted heaven's lips before sitting on it. She gave him a sensual passionate ride that left him flabbergasted as they glued to each other on the chair. After their intense encounter, Mark stood up, his eyes locked on hers as he fastened his belt and composed himself. "Let this be a warning to you," he said, his voice firm but measured. "I'm letting you go this time, not just because of what we just shared, but because no one witnessed your actions. Consider yourself fortunate. Please leave now.” Annabelle shot him a piercing glance, her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance, as she turned to leave. "You're a sweet darling," she whispered, her voice dripping with sarcasm, and blew him a kiss that felt more like a tease than a tender gesture. With that she sashayed away, leaving him to wonder if he'd just been played. A few minutes later, Mark summoned Norah to his office. "Come in," he called out from inside when Norah knocked. "Unfortunately, our surveillance footage didn't reveal anything about the mysterious bag you claimed not to be yours," Mark began, his tone firm but measured. "I'm reluctant to involve the police in this matter, but I'm left with no choice but to let you go. Your services are terminated, effective immediately. I'm sorry it had to end like this.”