Wife Submits To Lesbian Coworker

[DamianLis]

Chapter I

Sun rays filtered through the blinds, gently casting beams of golden light into the expansive office on the highest floor, just beneath the exclusive board of directors' level. The soft, orange hue signaled the approaching evening as the sun gracefully began its descent. Amidst this picturesque scene, one particular ray found its way to Amanda's face, illuminating her features from the chin down as she diligently typed on her keyboard, completely absorbed in her task at hand.
After the regular working hours had passed, Amanda lingered in her office, determined to set her secretive plan in motion. Her heart raced with anticipation as she deftly entered commands into the terminal. Two impressive widescreen monitors set on her spacious mahogany desk, showcasing her authority and status as the chief engineer. Aside from the elegant wardrobe, which conveyed her professionalism, she also believed in the opulent furnishings, just to further emphasize her position of power.

“Come on!” She took a deep breath as she finally accomplished her goal: gaining root access to one of the employees' accounts.
Emma Karlsson, a recent addition to her department, had been brought in with the aim of revolutionizing the creation process at nSoft Corp. The CEOs saw potential in this audacious young blonde, who fearlessly voiced her ideas.
Emma boldly advocated for integrating AI into the software parser to automate the entire pipeline. To the chiefs, Emma was viewed as a young prodigy, but Amanda saw her as nothing more than a troublesome cutthroat. Their recent heated exchange still fresh in her mind, Amanda's determination only grew stronger.

She remembered the face that stared back at her—defiant rather than horrified. This unexpected reaction surprised her; after all, just being summoned to her office typically sent shivers down people's spines. To say that Amanda was known as an easy-going coworker would be a massive understatement. She had a reputation for being tough and unyielding, unafraid to crush anyone who dared to challenge her.
Getting her wits back, she briefly glanced at the wall where she found her beloved poster. The lighting in the office was getting weaker but that didn’t stop her from appreciating the illustration nonetheless.

"Tech World's Brightest Rising Star Under Thirty-Five!" read the tagline from last year's "Cutting Edge" magazine, featuring a dazzling, glowing picture of Amanda. "Energetic and Ready to Conquer the World!" it proudly proclaimed.
The magazine had showcased her journey to stardom less than a year ago, and while Amanda had many noteworthy accomplishments, this feature was one of her favorites, mainly due to the captivating photo they had chosen.

The woman on the cover was undeniably beautiful, with porcelain skin, high cheekbones, and raven black hair elegantly pulled into a precise bun. Her eyes, flecked with mesmerizing emerald, exuded an air of authority and confidence. The cherry red lipstick she wore today mirrored the same shade in the photograph, creating a striking contrast against her immaculate white business blazer and matching skirt.

The image didn't shy away from highlighting Amanda's alluring figure. The pose and angle deliberately accentuated her ample, shapely breasts, the sleek and perfect contour of her body, and the alluring curve of her enticing derriere that flowed into her long, smooth legs.
Amanda was an undeniable knockout, and if it weren't for her poised gaze, looking forward with determination, demanding respect and admiration, the cover could have easily been mistaken for a splash page in a men's magazine. The poster however brought back the memory of the recent exchange she had with the younger coworker.
"Excuse me," Amanda recalled saying, her tone firm and unyielding, "Does that poster suggest anything about arriving late, putting in minimal effort, or making disrespectful jokes about superiors?" She had pointed an accusatory finger at the poster on the wall.

"No, Amanda," Emma replied flatly, cringing as a couple of coworkers passed by Amanda's open office door. "It doesn't."

"It's Mrs. Riley," Amanda corrected sharply, "Let's not forget that this is a place of business, not some casual gathering or dance club."

Emma appeared genuinely chastened at that point, and Amanda took some satisfaction in that. It had taken far too long for the impudent young woman to understand her place. Amanda's decision to keep her office door wide open back then, probably added to the effect, as her biting words were undoubtedly audible to everyone outside.
However, Emma deserved that reprimand. Amanda had called her into the office multiple times that day, before she finally strolled in, as if it were a casual matter.

Now, as Amanda delved into the directories, her intention was to uncover some incriminating evidence against Emma. She knew she could have taken a more conventional route by using her master login credentials to access Emma's computer. After all, every department director had such credentials to supervise and collaborate with their subordinates.
That said, this approach would be riskier to execute without leaving a trace, even if Amanda managed to clear out the log data. The connection made to the terminal on the intranet could still be traced back to her. Another option was to seek help from Danny, the server operator, and request access to the terminal server that held cache data between intranet connections. However, doing so would raise suspicions and lead to further questions, even if Amanda practiced a convincing explanation for her actions.

During her childhood years, becoming a software engineer was not a childhood dream for her. In fact, she grew up in an era largely untouched by electronics and computers, as smartphones and tablets were not yet prevalent in the consumer market. As a result, her childhood days were filled with the simple joys of playing and frolicking with other kids, just as it was customary in the pre-smartphone era. However, she found it challenging to connect with other children, particularly the girls, leading her to prefer solitary pursuits.
One significant turning point came when she took a programming class in High School. There, she discovered a different kind of connection - one with the logical world of coding. Programming provided a structured environment where she could execute specific tasks and witness the expected results unfold precisely as she had planned, without any disruptions or arguments. This sense of order and control resonated with her deeply, setting her on a path where she found comfort and fulfillment.

With every program she created, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over her. Solving intricate problems and building functional systems became her refuge, a place where she could express herself and unleash her creativity in an intellectually stimulating manner. In the world of coding, she found a space where her unique way of thinking and her love for patterns and structure were embraced and celebrated.

The more she explored the vast landscape of programming, the more she realized that her passion for it went beyond the classroom or any potential career prospects. Programming became an intrinsic part of her identity, an extension of herself that brought her comfort and fulfillment. She immersed herself in coding projects, spending countless hours engrossed in the creation of software, websites, and applications that could solve real-world problems, the latest of which had taken the name of Emma Karlsson.


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[DamianLis]

Chapter II

The snooping of Emma's computer yielded disappointing results, but Amanda had anticipated this outcome. She knew that having a backup plan was essential for this mischievous endeavor. Since she couldn't find any incriminating evidence to use against the talented blonde prodigy, she would have to resort to forging it.
With determination, Amanda examined a few directories and performed a thorough check to ensure she hadn't overlooked anything. To her surprise, the computer's log registered minimal activity, as if someone had barely been using it.

Amused by this discovery, Amanda chuckled and shook her head. It seemed that Emma was more of an "all talk, no walk" type of person, making grand claims without substantial actions to back them up. But Amanda was not one to back down easily. With a devious glint in her eyes, she started formulating her backup plan, ready to create a fabricated trail that would expose Emma's supposed misdeeds and bring her down a peg or two.
Ever since Emma joined the department two months ago, she seemed determined to get on Amanda's nerves at every opportunity. Not only was she immensely popular among their coworkers, particularly the male ones, but she also exuded a confidence that allowed her to openly challenge Amanda, even in front of others. The office buzzed with whispers and jokes at Amanda's expense, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it all stemmed from Emma's influence. The worst of it was a nickname, "Amanda Oldpanda," which Amanda despised more than anything.

Despite the condemnations and snide remarks that seemed to accompany her every move, Amanda struggled to garner much support against Emma. In the past, meetings were typically a one-sided affair, with coworkers merely listening to Amanda's thoughts and showering her with praise. However, during one particular morning meeting, everything changed when Emma publicly spoke out against some of Amanda's ideas.
This unexpected challenge caught Amanda off guard. She could feel her frustration mounting as her authority seemed to slip away in the face of Emma's bold opposition. The confidence that had once been Amanda's trademark was momentarily shaken. It was clear that Emma was unafraid to assert herself and challenge the status quo, and she seemed to relish the attention it brought her.

As Amanda attempted to defend her ideas, she noticed the glimmer of admiration in some of her colleagues' eyes as they listened to Emma's counterarguments. It was as if they were intrigued by this newcomer's audacity and willingness to challenge their previously unshakable leader.
"Amanda, don't you think that integrating AI with our code parser, or at least with the syntax corrector, would significantly reduce our test runs?" The young upstart suggested triumphantly, as if she had stumbled upon the solution to a groundbreaking problem. Emma's confidence in her proposal was evident, and it irked Amanda, who was no stranger to the merits of AI in the world of coding.

Undeniably, Amanda recognized the potential of AI and its prowess in handling structural coding tasks efficiently. However, she also held a firm belief in the ingenuity of the human mind. To her, the true magic lay in the amalgamation of human talent, experience, and creativity, complemented by the power of artificial intelligence.
While AI could streamline certain processes and optimize coding, Amanda knew that a human touch brought a unique dimension of innovation to the table. She valued the ability of humans to think outside the box, to adapt to unforeseen challenges, and to come up with novel solutions. She was an advocate for pushing the boundaries of human potential, rather than relying solely on artificial intelligence.

Reaching into her exquisitely crafted designer purse, she retrieved a laptop. Determined and focused, she powered it on and began working on her alternate plan with renewed vigor. Utilizing a unique network known as a "swarm," a term often used by individuals seeking anonymity on the internet. Those who mistrusted commercially owned virtual networks had taken matters into their own hands, creating this independent node. As she delved deeper into its workings, Amanda learned that the swarm had been established in a remote location within Russia.
The political complexities and mutual distrust between the Russian government and Western Civilization worked in favor of the swarm's users. Amanda surmised that the logs and activities within this rogue network would be virtually inaccessible to any interested parties, providing a secure haven for those seeking to operate beyond conventional constraints.

Despite its mysterious origins and location, Amanda couldn't help but be intrigued by the concept of the swarm. Its very existence spoke to the growing demand for privacy and autonomy in the digital age, where concerns about surveillance and data breaches were ever-present.
She activated a pre-configured script designed to utilize proxy servers as her next layer of precaution, effectively obscuring her digital footsteps even further.
The script she had prepared was a carefully crafted set of instructions that would route her online activities through multiple proxy servers, creating a complex web of connections that would make it nearly impossible for anyone to trace her digital movements back to their source.

As the script began its work, Amanda felt a surge of confidence. While the laptop hummed with purpose, she skillfully executed each step of her strategy, ensuring that her actions remained discreet and untraceable. Being put in a position where she had to resort to such measures was not something she had ever anticipated. Being vindictive had never been part of her nature, as she had rarely encountered situations that required it. Her exceptional looks and intelligence seemed to grant her an advantage, and she often found herself on the favorable end of life's spectrum, where things tended to work out in her favor more often than not.
Because of this, she had seldom felt the need to play games or manipulate situations to achieve her goals. However, circumstances had changed, and she now found herself in a situation that demanded a different approach.

It was uncharted territory for her, and she grappled with the idea of acting in a way she had never considered before. The tipping point for her happened a couple weeks ago during the company's quarterly meeting, which was more of a gala rather than your typical corporate conference meeting.
The event allowed everyone to bring a plus one, and naturally, Amanda attended with her husband, Taylor.
The gala took place in an exclusive banquet hall at the neighboring Marriott hotel, creating an ambiance of elegance and luxury. In the beginning, the gathering unfolded uneventfully, a fact that pleased Amanda immensely. To her, no deviations or surprises meant a smooth and predictable evening. The band played their soothing melodies, while the higher-ups discussed financial matters, and the rest of the attendees engaged in light chatter, occasionally spiced with a bit of gossip.
However, the atmosphere shifted dramatically when Emma made her grand entrance, clad in a stunning black evening dress that accentuated her slender figure. From the moment she stepped into the room, heads turned, and a hushed murmur of admiration followed her every move. It was clear that Emma had effortlessly captured the attention of everyone present.

As Amanda observed Emma from across the room, she couldn't deny the allure that seemed to radiate from the young prodigy. It was a moment of realization for Amanda, as if she suddenly understood the true nature of the challenge she faced. Emma's presence felt like an invisible force, subtly altering the dynamics of the room.In addition to the intense rivalry Amanda felt toward the blonde, there was an underlying emotion that both confused and unnerved her. It was a feeling that seemed to have surfaced the moment Emma entered her life—a peculiar and unexpected attraction to the vibrant young woman.

Amidst the clashes and challenges, Amanda couldn't help but notice a certain magnetism about Emma. It was as though there was an invisible force pulling her toward the spirited and energetic individual. This unexpected connection unsettled Amanda, as it contradicted the animosity she harbored toward her rival.
Trying to make sense of these conflicting emotions, Amanda found herself grappling with an internal struggle. On one hand, she was driven to assert her authority and prove her superiority over Emma. On the other hand, a part of her couldn't deny the allure of the blonde's vivacity and charm.
The oddity of her feelings frightened Amanda. She was uncertain of what this attraction meant and how it would impact her rivalry with Emma. She feared that acknowledging these emotions might weaken her position or expose a vulnerability she couldn't afford to reveal.

The men in the room made a concerted effort to conceal their gawking at the striking new addition to the firm. Emma's slender figure had certainly caught everyone's attention, including Amanda's husband, Taylor, who attempted to discreetly steal glances in her direction, presuming that Amanda was unaware of his subtle actions.
Amanda noticed the stolen glances and sidelong looks directed at Emma, but she chose to remain composed, unwilling to let her emotions get the best of her.
Throughout the night, the music filled the banquet hall, and the atmosphere grew more festive. Couples twirled gracefully on the dance floor, and Amanda couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy as she noticed Taylor's eyes subtly following Emma's movements. Though she trusted her husband, the unspoken tension between them weighed on her mind.

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