Epilogue
One year later, Katherine sat in a deck chair behind Karpov’s beach house, pouring herself another glass of champagne. No clicking of keyboards, no stinking diapers, no taste of cum on her tongue. A soft breeze from the sea made the summer heat more than bearable. She leaned back, listening to the cries of the seagulls and the soft murmur of the waves.
“Karpov is an entitled prick,” Miranda said, taking her bikini top off. “But I like his house. What a shame he had to sell it.”
“Well, his lawyers really cleared him out. It was a fire sale.”
“Still went down for twenty,” Miranda said. She stretched out in the deck chair as she covered her breasts with sunscreen. “I knew you could take them all down, but I had no clue whistleblowers were paid.”
“Fifteen percent of the sanctions imposed. It sure helped that Congress was out for blood. Skimping on product security, putting customers’ money at risk, using AI to slash jobs…”
“Corporate greed makes for great primetime television.” Miranda sipped her champagne and closed her eyes. “We never talked about my job description. What does an executive assistant do, anyway? I’m not sure I’m even qualified.”
“You can do whatever you want. Hire someone and supervise if there’s actual work to be done.”
“I feel like I should at least eat your pussy, or something.” She shot Katherine a mischievous smile. “That’s what assistants do in my experience.”
Katherine laughed. “Nah. I kinda owe you. You had a good thing going, and I ruined it.”
“I never liked the job that much. And it paid a lot less than this gig.” Miranda turned her head. “Hey, do you miss being a whore? All the fucking, taking dick in every hole? Your last stories sounded like it.”
“Mhhh.” Katherine bit her lip. “That is a very good question.”
“Alyssa’s crazy strap-on up your ass, waddling around in a full, stinking diaper…”
Katherine blushed as she felt her nipples harden. “Sucking dirty dick with someone else’s shit on my face…”
“Looks like you do,” Miranda said, reaching between Katherine’s legs. She parted her labia and pushed two fingers inside. “It’s sopping wet down there. How slutty of you, sister.”
“I guess I do miss it. Not the people, though.”
“Say no more.” Miranda wiped her sticky fingers and picked up her phone. “I’m gonna order a pack of diapers and a nice, big strap-on. A fat, monstrous thing that stretches you out and makes you gape for an hour.”
“A collar and a leash, while you’re at it. And a riding crop.”
“Done.” Miranda grinned, squeezing Katherine’s left nipple, making her gasp. “I’ll put you on a leash and wreck your ass. You’re gonna need that diaper.”
Katherine looked over, rubbing her clit with two fingers. “Make me eat your pussy and ass? While I shit myself?”
“Of course. I’ll make you my filthy little bitch.” Miranda gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You will not regret hiring me.”