It took all morning for Doctor Jennifer Drake to get any of the Fed's to answer their phone. Sure it was Saturday, but so what. She needed to get control of Brittney back.
"Agent Sanders," the voice on the phone said.
"Yes, agent Sanders, this is Doctor Jennifer Drake with BioZene. I have a critical situation that I need help with."
"And what might that be, Doctor Drake?"
"Your men have confiscated all our computer equipment. I have a critical experiment running that requires me to access data on one of those servers," she responded.
"Mmhmm," he grunted.
"I need someone to give me access right away. It's very important!" She wasn't sure he understood the importance of her request.
"I see," he replied. "And what information do you need access to?"
"It's nothing of interest to your investigation. It's for my research, and the information is time sensitive. Months of work will be lost if I don't get it. You wouldn't want to be responsible for millions of dollars of potential lost revenue if I don't get this data, would you?"
He paused, thinking. This clearly sounded fishy. "I'm afraid I can't do that, ma'am."
"Look, I need this right away! It's just some data, nothing to do with your investigation."
"Sorry ma'am. I don't have the authority to release any of the documents at this time," he calmly responded.
"Who's your boss, agent? I'll talk to him then," she threatened.
"That would be director Thomas, ma'am. But I'm afraid he on vacation in the Bahama's until Tuesday. I can give him your message when he returns, if you'd like."
"Now listen, I need this right away! You don't understand! That damned raid with your stupid men stomping all through BioZene was probably illegal anyway. Did you actually have a warrant?" The doctor was pissed.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I can't release any files. Is there anything else I can help you with?" he replied.
"No, you impotent bastard, there isn't!" Doctor Drake punched the button on her phone to hang up. "Shit!" she shouted.
*****
After her shower Tracie returned to the bedroom and to Brittney, who was still spread on the bed with her arms and legs in cuffs. Brittney glared at Tracie but refrained from saying anything.
"You need something to wear. I threw away that tattered top from last night, but lucky for you I have some extra things," Tracie said as she sat next to her on the bed. "Now how's that cute pussy of yours doing?" Tracie traced her fingernail up and down Brittney's clit a couple times. Brittney groaned and thrust her hips up involuntarily. Within moments her clit was throbbing in need. "Please!" Brittney begged.
Tracie stopped. "Please what? Please stop because you're not a lesbian and you don't want a girl to make you cum? Or please keep going, because you like girls and you want to cum for me?"
Brittney shook her head back and forth, struggling to answer. No, she wasn't a lesbian! But she was so horny, she just wanted to cum, even if was at the hands of Tracie.
"No answer? Ok, I'll just assume you don't want to cum. Just as I thought, though. You are still as horny as ever. Truly amazing. I don't think we can trust you to make it home without you playing with yourself. Would you like that? Would you play with yourself and cum while I watched you? I think that would be really hot, don't you? But my new foot slave doesn't really deserve to cum after calling me a bitch, now does she?"
"Please! I'm sorry!" Brittney whined.
"It's too late for apologies, sweetie. You had your chance." Tracie moved to the end of the bed and removed the cuffs around Brittney's ankles. "Turn over onto your stomach," Tracie ordered. Afraid to disobey and fairly helpless with her hands still cuffed above her head, Brittney obediently rolled over.
"That's a cute ass you have! I think next time I'll have to pay more attention to it," Tracie commented. She proceeded to slap both of Brittney's ass cheeks a couple of times. Brittney cried out in surprise as Tracie's handprints showed clearly on Brittney's reddened ass.
Tracie climbed on top of Brittney and sat on her back. She unhooked the cuffs around her wrists, pulled Brittney's arms back, and slid the sleeves of a white top up her arms. Before Brittney could fight back and get free Tracie refastened the cuffs to Brittney's wrists, this time behind her back.
"No, please! Just let me go!" Brittney begged when she realized what Tracie had done.
"Shh, calm down. I'm going to take you home. I just don't want you to get any ideas along the way. Now get up," Tracie ordered.
Brittney awkwardly rolled over and swung her feet off the bed, then stood up shakily.
"I'm afraid this top might be a little small," Tracie said as she pulled it closed and began to fasten the buttons. "It was my little sister's, but she grew out of it. Hmm, I guess we'll have to leave the top buttons open," Tracie said as she tugged at the top. Brittney's small breasts were pressing tightly against the material and her nipples were clearly visible. Tracie leaned down and held Brittney's mini-dress from the night before so that Brittney could step into it.
Brittney was going to ask about underwear, but thought better of it. But no matter how often she was deprived of her panties she couldn't used to the exposed feeling she got without them. Tracie next helped her put her high heels back on. "Ok, all ready to go," Tracie said. Brittney looked down at herself. She was reminded of how she looked leaving Packard's office the other day looking like a prostitute. And now with her hands cuffed behind her, what were people going to think when they saw her?
"Can't we just take the cuffs off? I'll be good," Brittney pleaded.
"I give you clothes, help you dress, and offer to take you home, and this is that the thanks I get? I could just let you take the bus, I bet you'd like to show yourself off in front of a bunch of strangers. Now I think foot slave needs to thank me properly. Get down there and kiss my feet!" Tracie ordered.
"What! No, come on, just let me go!"
In a sudden movement, Tracie pinned her against the bedpost and moved her hand up her skirt and between Brittney's legs. She once again began slapping Brittney's clit. Brittney cried out. "You really aren't in a position to disobey me. Now I can go back to teasing your clit for the rest of the morning, but I'd have to rearrange my schedule, which would really piss me off. I don't think you want me in a mood, do you, slave?"
Her clit throbbing once again and her pussy leaking down her leg, Brittney squirmed to get away. "Ok! Please, just stop!"
"My, my! Look at how juicy my fingers are just from that little spanking," Tracie said as she stopped slapping Brittney's clit and lifted her fingers in front of Brittney's face. "Yeah, sweetie doesn't like girls, uh uh, so I better stop. I bet I could make you cum just by spanking your clit. Maybe we should try that next time. Ok, get on with it then. Show me your gratitude and maybe I'll take you home now."
Beaten, Brittney slunk down to her knees and leaned forward. With her hands trapped behind her she struggled to get low enough to reach Tracie's feet. She finally managed, and with her ass in the air her short dress slid up and exposed her ass cheeks. She tentatively kissed the top of Tracie's foot.
"Keep going, you haven't convinced me yet," Tracie ordered.
Hating to be put in this embarrassing position, but seeing no alternative, Brittney began kissing Tracie's foot from her toes to her ankle. After a few minutes Tracie moved her other foot in front of Brittney, and Brittney dutifully repeated her foot worship.
Finally satisfied, Tracie leaned down and spanked Brittney exposed ass cheeks, and then stepped back. "That was acceptable, foot slave. Come on, get up," Tracie said and pulled Brittney up and then pushed her towards the front door.
*****
"Hello?" Doctor Drake spoke into her phone.
"Hi doctor! This is Holly." Holly replied. "So nice to speak to you again. I do hope you've been doing well."
"What do you want?" the doctor replied tersely, recognizing Holly's voice.
"Oh, don't be like that! I was hoping we could be friends. Or maybe even partners! I do so love what you've done to Brittney!"
"Fat chance. Now what do you want?" the doctor replied, anger now in her voice. She was losing her cool way too easily, she knew. She took a deep breath.
"Ok, be that way. But I think you'll come around. I have a business proposal for you. You see, while you've done some great things, you really fell down on the programming side. I'm willing to sell you my new Brittney program for a reasonable fee. And perhaps after you see it we can negotiate for some future perks," Holly added.
The doctor paused, trying to figure out where this was heading. "Uh, huh. How much?" she asked.
"Yes, right to the point. I figured that you'd be direct about it. So, there's my time and effort, and of course my expertise. And then there's a matter of confidentiality, as I'm sure you wouldn't want your competitors to get their hands on Brittney and my code."
"I should have figured as much. You want to blackmail me. And what is your price?" the doctor asked.
"Blackmail! No, of course not! I'm just looking for compensation in line with the value I've added to Brittney, and for my time and trouble. Now I'd say fifty thousand dollars is reasonable," Holly stated.
"Uh huh, right. You're crazy. And you think I have that kind of cash on me."
"Oh, I can be reasonable. After all, I still think I can convince you to bring me in as a partner. Today is Sunday, so I'll give you til tomorrow when the banks are open. You bring me the money and I'll hand over the code," Holly replied.
The gears were turning in the doctor's head. Partnership? No way, she could never trust Holly. But she needed to play along to buy some time, and then figure out a way out of this. And the offer for a partnership was surely just another way for Holly to milk the doctor of more money.
"And what about Brittney? I need control of her back," said the doctor.
