Summary of Pixie Story No. 4:
After a week of being ignored by her work colleagues and her best friend Mandy not returning her calls, Pixie finds herself feeling utterly dejected. Suzie and Neil's newfound 'friendship' is the hot topic in the office and Suzie does nothing to dispel the rumours. Come Friday, after everyone has left, Pixie is eager to be involved again; rejected by Neil last time she desires to be back in his affections. Things don't go as planned as Suzie and Neil both prolong Pixie's ostracism by making her wait outside for a whole hour while they violently make love. Once permitted to enter the office Pixie is disappointed by Neil's undisguised disinterest at her presence. Suzie meanwhile has a new game for Pixie: Sugar and Sting. A simple question and answer game which involves Pixie bent over Neil's desk with Neil between her legs and Suzie behind her. For every right answer Neil will eat her pussy, for every wrong answer... well Suzie has her own ideas about punishment. Things though get out of hand over the course of the game and Neil and Suzie's new relationship is show to be extremely volatile and fragile. Suzie in a moment of madness assaults Pixie and Neil thinks he has found a way out of Suzie's blackmail. Pixie in tears and feeling she's hit a new low flees from the office leaving Suzie and Neil naked and struggling on the floor of his office.
The Story Continues...
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On Monday morning Pixie was sat in her usual place behind reception at the fifth floor offices of Regent Graphics, Xavier House, Bond Street, London. November was almost at an end and as the staff of Regent Graphic arrived their scarves, hats, bags and coats had a small melting sprinkle of snow on them. The comforting warmth as they stepped out of the lift made them all reach to loosen or remove some aspect of their clothing. Red noses turned pink and small dainty fingers slipped from oversized square-fingered gloves. To all those who were to be found here from nine to five Monday to Friday (and some Saturday mornings) Pixie was ready with her beautiful smile, her perfect clear pale skin, her healthy golden hair falling gracefully to her shoulders and her welcoming sparkling blue eyes. It didn't matter that hardly anyone responded to her 'good mornings' or her passing attempts at small talk: "Snow in November, when did that last happen?" Pixie felt it was enough that she was here, sat on a cushion, in her place like the professional young woman she was. She didn't have to fear seeing Neil and Suzie because Neil and Suzie weren't here. The noise of ringing phones, loading computers, the first printing of the day and the warm clattering sound of tea being stirred with a spoon brought a familiar sound of life, movement and the ordinary to Pixie's mind.
Pixie's weekend and had been spent in Mandy's arms. Mandy had comforted her and apologised for all the chaos that had built from Pixie's innocent desire to spent time with her and for them to have a big Friday night on The West End. How long ago that all seemed, Mandy had felt her heart tighten with guilt over all the trouble that simple desire had caused.
"You're not going back to that place I don't fucking care. If you're going anywhere it's to the fucking police."
Between sobs "I can't. I need the money. I only just moved here."
"It's only a poxy job in reception." Mandy muttered.
"That's my job, my poxy job in reception. I won't find another that pays so well."
"'Cause you will. Any job going, walk in stick those massive tits of your out and trust me you'll get the job." Mandy instantly regretted saying that. "Actually maybe don't do that eh?" a small apologetic laugh followed her words.
"That's all I'm good for though isn't it? Sticking my tits out."
"'Cause not stupid, but let's just forget I said it ok? What matters is what we're going to do about those two sadistic bastards."
"Neil stood up for me."
"Yeah only after she'd whip the shit out of your first with his belt, fucking coward."
"I don't want to get Neil in trouble Mandy whatever happens..."
"You haven't fallen for this prick surely to god?"
"No, silly, of course not. I do like him but love him? ...No. It's just he has children and it's Christmas soon..." She had no idea what his children looked like there had been no photographs on his desk, but a warm family image formed in her mind. Neil in an ugly Christmas jumper, a young boy of five at his feet a pale pink paper crown atop his sandy hair which fell gracefully over his chubby face and Neil with his hand round an awkward but smiling gangly young daughter. It was enough to set her off.
"But he's a big a part of this as that loony Suzie."
"I can't do it, I can't get him into trouble..."
"So what are you going to do then Pix, you've got to do something?" Mandy held Pixie's warm face, sticky with tears and she looked entreatingly into those big eyes of hers. Mandy felt utterly helpless.
She went to open another bottle of Prosecco.
What Pixie had decided was that she would summon a meeting. She would fight against her submissive inclinations and for once she would take matters into her own hands. She would hold a meeting that very evening in which she would ask for an apology from Suzie and request that she destroy all copies of the photograph of her and Neil (Mandy had finally convinced her that Suzie was blackmailing Neil with it) and bring to an end the Friday night games. She would then declare that from now on all relationships between them must be on a strictly professional basis. From there, as she pictured it, everything would return to a state of comfortable boring normality.
Pixie would not be holding any meeting that day she had instead been summoned to one.
"Good morning Regent Graphics." Pixie said chirpily into the phone.
"Pixie its Neil. Look I tried to call you over the weekend but I must have a wrong number or something. Now listen: Suzie sent Grifford the photo. I am really sorry I tried my best but there was no way I could stop her apart from maybe killing her."
Pixie's thoughts were stilled by Neil's words. Grifford, Mr. Grifford had seen the photographs?
"Oh Neil, you're poor family, I'm so sorry..."
"No it's me who should be saying sorry. What a mess what a damn mess and it's all my fault. Are you ok? I was surprised you answered I expected you to have resigned."
"It's ok, I'm ok I mean. I should have resigned shouldn't I seeing as I'm about to get fired?" a tear was forming.
"I don't think it'll come to that. Look I laid all the cards on the table. Grifford's a man after all I thought he'd understand at some level. I told him all about us, the photograph, the blackmail and Suzie assaulting you. Just the thought of that makes me sick."
