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Stress Relief
By ingoodcompany


"This will not happen again." Adelle's voice was icy. "Do you understand?" Topher cringed and inched backwards towards the elevator doors. "Yes. Absolutely. Crystal clear." He tried to stop himself from giving Adelle a thumbs up and failed. Where was the damned elevator? Five more minutes trapped in here with the dragon lady and he might faint.

"Topher? No one here is irreplaceable."

Almost tripping as the doors whooshed open, Topher laughed nervously. "Gotcha. Right there with ya."

Adelle turned back to the LA skyline and Topher's shoulders slumped with relief.

"I mean, talk about high expectations. Do you know how long it takes to program a single imprint? We're talking hours! Days! I mean, I'm surprised I don't have carpal tunnel by now...."

Ivy rolled her eyes. She wondered how many hours of her life had been wasted listening to Topher's monologues. She was relieved when Boyd appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Topher, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you the incident with Sierra--" Boyd's voice was as calm as always.

"What? Look, get off my case! I AM NOT responsible for everything that goes wrong around here." Topher yelled. "I don't want to hear about how I've screwed up again. I got enough of that from Adelle just now."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, Topher. I just wanted to go over some things with you."

"Well, you know what? I don't have time. I'm too busy being Adelle's punching bag! Jeez! I can't take it anymore."

"Okay, maybe I should come back later." Boyd looked at Ivy and slowly moved away from Topher.

Ivy sent Boyd a death stare. "No, I think you need to stay and talk to him. Please."

Boyd sighed. "Look, Topher. I know Adelle's been a little, uh, aggressive lately. Try not to take it personally. The Sierra thing wasn't your fault." Boyd wondered when, exactly, his job had switched from security chief to HR rep.

"You know, Topher, women have more going on in their lives than just work. Maybe Adelle is going through a rough patch and--" Ivy frowned when Topher interrupted her.

"So, you're saying Adelle's been PMSing for the last two months? Is that even possible?"

"OR she may be having some personal stuff going on."

"OH.... " Topher pauses. "So, like, you think she's going through something?"

"Topher, I think she needs to get laid."

"EWWWWWW! Who would do Adelle? Can you imagine?" Topher looked from Ivy to Boyd trying to get a similar reaction. "Can't you? Whips and chains and stuff!"

Topher watched as Ivy's cheeks flushed. Suddenly, Boyd didn't seem to be meeting his eyes.

"Seriously, guys? Come on!"

Boyd and Ivy exchanged a look. "We're not having this conversation," Boyd told Topher firmly. "I'll be back in an hour to go over the Sierra incident." He turned and left the lab.

Ivy stood up. "I never thought I'd say this, but let me get you some coffee. In fact, I'll get you a bagel, too. See you in an hour. Or two."

Topher stared as they left. So much for workplace camaraderie. He sat down and stroked his chin pensively.

"Alright, fine. But I know what might get Adelle off my back." Topher smiled mischievously. "Giving her someone else to ride."

Adelle gently squeezed the bridge of her nose, trying to ease the pain of her migraine. The headaches had been plaguing her on a daily basis since she'd called off the Lonely Hearts operation. And the stress from her job wasn't helping. Her bosses had been breathing down her neck since the NSA infiltration, and Paul Ballard continued to make a nuisance of himself.

Adelle was too occupied with her thoughts to hear the elevator doors slide open behind her. She didn't hear the smooth footsteps, or the gentle thud of the briefcase as it was dropped next to her desk. As a result, it was a complete shock when a low voice next to her ear whispered, "Nice view, isn't it?"

Adelle stiffened and spun around to face the intruder. She relaxed when she saw a familiar face—it was only Echo. Adelle carefully stepped out of Echo's personal space. "Echo? What are you doing here? Why aren't you downstairs?"

Echo smiled broadly. "I'm here on business." Great, Adelle thought. Just what I need to deal with right now, an imprinted doll on the loose.

"Of course." Adelle said placatingly. "But isn't it time for your treatment?"

Echo looked perplexed. Adelle watched in amazement and dismay. "What are you talking about?"

Oh bugger. Adelle thought. "I mean your TREATMENT, Echo. You know..." Adelle scrambled for her phone. "The treatment you get everyday. You'll feel better, I promise. We can continue as soon as you get your.... er...Why isn't there a dial tone?"

"Adelle, are you feeling alright?" Echo's eyes were full of concern.

"Yes, of course, Echo. I just.... I'll be right back." As she reached for the door. "I just need to, er, prepare for our business." She turned and yanked at the door handles. The door handles which weren't turning. BLOODY HELL! What is going on here? My cellphone? My computer? Might that work? She ran to her desk, now in obvious panic. Echo rose from her seat reaching out to try and comfort Adelle.

"Adelle, please tell me what's going on. You don't seem well. Is it something I said?"

"Yes. I mean, no." Adelle was half listening as she frantically looked for her cellphone.

"Are you upset about last night? I didn't take it personally, it's tiring sometimes. I understand."

"Um, of course. Wait. Excuse me? What are you talking about?" Adelle said, distracted by the non-responsive computer. "What? Even the COMPUTER!" Adelle rose from her desk. Okay, clearly this was not just some random accident. Was it the NSA? Some sort of test from her superiors?

"Adelle?" Echo reached out, as if to brush some stray strands of hair away from Adelle's face.

Adelle's head cocked up, her eyes narrowed. "Who sent you?" Her eyes drilled into Echo's.

Echo slowly backed away, an expression of confusion and concern on her face. "Adelle, what's going on? You're scaring me."

Adelle stood up and strode over to Echo. Clenching the doll's shoulders, she leaned forward until they were almost nose-to-nose. "I asked," she growled menacingly, "Who. Sent. You?" She watched Echo's face carefully. Suddenly, the doll relaxed under Adelle's hands, a wolfish grin spreading across her face.

"Oh. I get it." Echo said with a sly smile. "I don't know, baby. The CIA? Interpol?" She said with a sexy giggle. "Are you gonna try any interesting interrogation tactics on me? Tie me up maybe? How about you open my briefcase and see what I've brought for our, uh, business meeting?"

Adelle, shocked and confused, let go of Echo and walked backwards toward the briefcase, never losing sight of her enemy. I know better than to fall for that one. Adelle finally picked up the leather satchel and sat on her desk. Preparing herself for anything from a bomb to an Uzi, she unclasped the briefcase.

Echo's grin grew even wider. "Take a look."

Adelle frowned. Her head was pounding. She reached inside. Her hand brushed something cool and metallic. Grasping it, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I knew it! She must be here to kidnap me. Triumphant, Adelle flipped the briefcase over and poured the contents out onto her desk. She gasped in surprise. That looks like a ...dildo. And that is definitely a whip. Is that a strap-on harness?

"I'm sorry. What kind of business were we going to be, ah, doing?"

Down in the lab, Topher smiled. Hacking into the security system and manually locking Adelle's office door had been easy. Imprinting Echo to steal Adelle's cell phone before seducing her? Overriding the "treatment" safeword? That was a master stroke. If he calculated correctly, right about now Adelle would be either trying to climb out of her office window onto the roof, or fucking Echo senseless. He let out a maniacal little laugh.

Ivy turned to looked up at him from her computer. "You know, you're kinda creepy."

He scowled at her. "Weren't you gonna get me a sandwich?"

Adelle pinched the bridge of her nose. If only her head would stop pounding. I can't believe this. She started when a pair of surprisingly strong and warm hands began to knead her shoulders. "Uh, don't ..." Adelle attempted to resist. But it felt so good.

Echo sighed against Adelle's neck. "You're so tense, baby. Why don't you just relax. I'll take care of you." As Adelle tried to resist again, Echo firmly stoked Adelle's neck. "Shhhh. Doesn't that feel better?"

Adelle took a deep breath and just relaxed into the massage. It had really been too long since someone had touched her like this. Just a few minutes. Then she'd try to figure out how to escape.

But then Echo started to kiss her neck. Adelle gasped when she felt a pair of soft lips brush the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Ahem" Adelle tried to clear her throat but it came out as more of a moan. Struggling to pull herself together she stiffened her back. This proved futile as it resulted in a soft kiss from Echo at the nape of her neck, followed by a low groan in her ear. Against her will, Adelle felt her nipples begin to stiffen. She took a deep breath and stood up from the chair.

"Er, Echo? Perhaps you should sit over there. I, er, have some--some things to take care of." Adelle's voice sounded weak even to her own ears. She tried to suppress a shiver as Echo leaned into her from behind. Adelle could feel Echo's firm warm body pressed against her. Echo's hips pressed against her ass, her breasts pressed into her back. Adelle's breath hitched against her will. Echo wrapped her arms around her. There were hands on her stomach, then on her shoulders, and now brushing against her breasts.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a break?" Echo asked as her hands explored Adelle's body, leaving her body hot wherever they touched. "I can help you relax. I can give you whatever you need." Adelle inhaled. If Echo was a threat, this would be a strange way of showing it. I need this. Adelle turned her head toward Echo and reaching up drawing Echo's head down for a deep kiss. Echo groaned and Adelle felt a throb between her legs. She reached for Echo's right hand and brought it up to her breast, squeezing her breast with Echo's hand. Echo squeezed and rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, while she ran her free hand searchingly over Adelle's skirt. Frustrated when she was unable to find the zipper, she grabbed Adelle's hips and turned her toward her, finding the zipper on her ass. Adelle moaned when she was finally free of her skirt. Echo gently lifted her onto the desk and leaned forward; Adelle obligingly wrapped her legs round her.

Adelle felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Somewhere in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that what she was doing was a little irresponsible. Fucking a doll in her own office. As Echo slowly unbuttoned her blouse, she decided it was worth it.

Adelle now only in a lacy black bra and black thong underwear, Echo took advantage of her vulnerability and started taking off some of her own clothes. Echo backed away from Adelle, leaving Adelle whimpering. She slowly took off her jacket and pants, revealing a red silk teddy underneath. Echo glided toward Adelle in her teddy and her stilettos. Adelle couldn't help herself as her hands traveled all over Echo's body. Adelle cupped Echo's breasts and her ass, moving her body closer so as to kiss her again. Her tongue searched Echo's mouth, and her hands searched between Echo's legs. Adelle gasped when she felt wet Echo was. Echo threw her head back and moaned while Adelle's mouth sucked at her neck and her fingers found Echo's clit and started drawing tiny circles. Suddenly Echo pulled Adelle's hand away and reached for the handcuffs on the desk. Echo smiled seductively as she languidly cuffed Adelle to a chair.

"This is my business. You're gonna scream for me." Echo said as her head ducked in between Adelle's legs. Her tongue found Adelle hot even over her underwear. Adelle let out a little whimper, almost pleading with Echo. Echo slowly pulled off Adelle's underwear and leaned forward. Adelle bit her lip to keep from shouting when she felt the first touch of Echo's tongue to her clit. Oh my.... She let out a low growl, as Echo's tongue swirled around her opening. Echo slipped one, then two fingers into Adelle. "Oh my," Adelle whimpered. She felt her hips buck involuntarily.

Echo rhythmically drove her fingers in and out of Adelle's tightening pussy while she pulsed her tongue against Adelle's clit. "Ah," Adelle panted. "Oh... ah" She was getting close, so close...

Suddenly she felt Echo pull away from her. "Wha--? Don't stop," Adelle tried to command Echo. Echo chuckled. "Just sit tight for a minute, okay? It's not time for that yet."

Adelle's eyes widened as she watched Echo slip into a strap-on harness. Echo reached for a bottle of lube and squirted some onto her palm. Looking Adelle straight in the eye, she gripped the cock and rubbed the lube over it. Adelle felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. She pulled Adelle's hips to the edge of the desk so that her cock was barely touching Adelle. Feeling the possibility of release, Adelle scrambled on the desk, trying to get Echo inside of her. Echo let out a low chuckle, "Relax, baby."

Echo took her cock in her hand and rubbed Adelle's clit. She flicked it until Adelle let out a scream. Echo smiled and, without hesitation, shoved her cock into Adelle. Gripping Adelle's hips, she pushed and pulled until Adelle was breathless. Back arched, Adelle screamed for Echo to make her cum. Echo rubbed Adelle's clit and kept fucking her harder and harder, faster and faster. Adelle felt the waves coming. Her surroundings faded away. It was just her and Echo, fucking. Echo leaned over Adelle, gripping her shoulders and licking and biting her neck. One after the other, her screams filled the office and she lost herself in ecstasy.

Topher had released the communications block from Adelle's office two hours ago and he had yet to hear any news. Either his plan had failed miserably (meaning that there was a dead doll in Adelle's office) or it had gone better than he'd hoped. Suddenly he heard the heels of death approaching. He took a deep breath and resolved to stick to his plan: deny everything. He looked up just as Adelle appeared in the doorway to the lab.

Topher felt his balls in his throat when he got up and faced Adelle. "Hey, Adelle. Anything I can do for--" His voice cracked. "Uh, for you?"

"I just have one thing to say, and then we're never to discuss this again." She looked him dead in the eye. "Next time, send her in wearing the strap-on."

The End

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