Going Down

Never done this before, but this is an alternative version of my last story...  let's see which one people like best.  It diverges at the elevator scene

Going Down

Lottie was really stressing out about her upcoming job interview - especially as she was going up against her best-friend at the office, Sarah.  The two women had joined August Industries at the same time and had become besties - but now they were rivals for promotion and it sucked.

On paper they both had an equal chance of getting into Middle Leadership, but the sad fact was - Lottie had already given up hope. Sarah was prettier, smarter, more driven than her. Also Lottie was a lot more submissive. She felt too awkward going against her friend and had nearly convinced herself to drop out of the interview process.

Ironically it was Sarah that had convinced her to stay in the running. Her friend had such a confident easy manner and seemed to relish the challenge, not seeing it in a bad light at all. Lottie was already wondering what kind of boss she'd make and hoping it wouldn't be too awkward working under her.

At least Sarah would be kinder than Ms Havelock her current boss.  Jeanie Havelock was a total bitch. You could usually smell her coming from the waft of expensive Chanel perfume that seemed to move in front of her. Then you'd hear the click of designer heels and the most feared woman in the company would come into view... her tight tanned body squeezed into expensive lingerie, sexy business dress and dripping with diamonds.  She always wore her impossibly sexy hair in a tight ponytail - that hair almost seemed to have a life of its own. It was the envy of everyone.

Lottie was watching that hair now as she rode the elevator with Sarah to the interview rooms upstairs. Their boss stood in front of them - her destination the floor below theirs.

She ignored both junior woman- they were nothing to her. Conversely, Jeanie Havelock was everything both girls aspired to be... yet secretly feared they would become. Rich, cruel, sexy, powerful.... she was a Goddess. But at what cost?

Lottie visibly relaxed as the doors opened and Ms Havelock stepped out. She was anxious enough without being in an elevator with the uber-bitch. She waited for the doors to close.

Then it happened. 

Jeanie cursed as she dropped her expensive pen and bending down to pick it up, she failed to notice the doors were closing behind her. With a clunk they shut... trapping her pony tail and she screamed as the elevator ascended.

Yet... instead of ripping and pulling Havelock up... the hair just seemed to detach and as Sarah pushed the emergency button and the doors reopened... the ponytail now lay discarded at the door.

A strange woman in a too tight business suit now lay on the floor. Average looking in everyway, it took Lottie a moment to realise it was Jeanie Havelock. Somehow she had... changed... when the ponytail came loose.

Sarah rushed to the woman's aid... she was clearly unconscious. As always Sarah was reacting faster... better... doing the right things.  Lottie was nothing by comparison. She cowered in the elevator unsure of what to do.

Sarah had turned and noticed the ponytail by the door. "She's out cold... it all happened when this got pulled out. Maybe if I put it back she'll be okay."

"I don't know Sarah," whimpered Lottie staring at the ponytail that seemed to glimmer with evil potential, "maybe we should get help."

"Nonsense," said Sarah in a determined voice. "We have to help her."

Sarah's hand closed round the ponytail and she began to move it over to Havelock... when suddenly she gasped as it came to life in her hands... thrashing like it was alive.

"Lottie.. help... I can't hold it..."

The ponytail leapt up and Sarah groaned as it latched onto her blonde head.  It glowed... and her lips parted in ecstasy as it sent pulses of wicked pleasure into her body.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk, that feels good."

Ignoring the unconscious woman Sarah stood up - a strange and unfamiliar smile on her lips as her body quivered and she moaned in pleasure. Looking at her friend Lottie shivered as she realised it was a cruel smile... the smile of a bitch.

"Mmmmh, what's the matter Lottie? Scared? Look how useless you are, cowering in that elevator. Pathetic."

"Sarah, what's happening to you?" whimpered Lottie as her friend groaned and stretched - enjoying the sensation of swelling with power and dominance.

"I don't know but it feels fucking good," laughed the other woman.  "I'm becoming even more powerful and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Sarah's head was full of evil whispers and she welcomed them allowing them to corrupt her soul. She was so sick of being good... it was time to try evil for a change.

"Yesssss make me a fucking bitch! I want it!" she cried.

Lottie gasped as Sarah's skin tanned and turned smoother. Long nails sprang from her fingers and her bones cracked as her waist tightened and her hips pushed out.  Sarah's small breasts swelled out as she grew taller and more dominant... her once friendly face becoming bitchy, with high cheekbones and cruel red lips.

"Ohhhh yes... I love it, make me bad..." moaned Sarah tossing out her hair and enjoying the feel of the evil ponytail that had taken over her. It was hers now.

Her sensible business clothes became shiny black vinyl as six inch heels pushed her up and big hooped earrings drooped from her ears. This was more like it.

The once kind and competent woman now looked like a cruel Alpha bully... a bad bitch. Her heartless eyes looked down at Lottie with contempt. She loved how wet it made her to think of all nasty things she would do to Lottie.

"God you're pathetic. You didn't stand a chance at this interview and now I've transformed... you have even less chance. I don't know why I ever bothered to be your friend. It will be so much more fun to bully and dominate you at work."

Lottie whimpered... hot tears in her eyes as Sarah strode over.

"Sarah is gone... I always hated that name. You can call me Sasha now.  Now get out of my elevator and head downstairs. I'll tell them you pulled out of the interview. Tomorrow, when I'm your boss we can discuss how you will serve me. Understood... slut?"

Lottie nodded and fled, retreating downstairs whilst Sasha walked confidently into the elevator... ready to begin her ascension. 

"You," she gestured to a surprised menial as he entered the hallway and pointing at Havelock. "This woman has had an accident. Get rid of her and take her to the hospital." 

The doors closed on Sasha's smirking face and she ran hands over her delicious new body... it felt so good to be evil.

**********

"Did I say stop licking slut?"

Lottie whimpered... there was hardly any room under the desk and her face was buried deep in Sasha's pussy so she could hardly breathe.  Delicious juices filled her mouth as she pleasured her Mistress and tried desperately to please her.

Sasha looked down at the pathetic girl below her. 

"That's it bitch... keep going down..."

THE END