STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Rachel was a devious publisher who stole the works of inexperienced writers and passed them off as her own. One day she received an excellent script in the mail from a former college roommate of hers called Grace. Remembering Grace as very naive and trusting, Rachel wondered if she had thought to get her script copyrighted. The chances were that she had not. Quickly she arranged to meet Grace at her home under the pretext of talking about a contract. Rachel arrived wearing a sexy black outfit, carrying a bottle of that she had spiked beforehand. Grace wore a pre...

STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Rachel was a devious publisher who stole the works of inexperienced writers and passed them off as her own. One day she received an excellent script in the mail from a former college roommate of hers called Grace. Remembering Grace as very naive and trusting, Rachel wondered if she had thought to get her script copyrighted. The chances were that she had not. Quickly she arranged to meet Grace at her home under the pretext of talking about a contract. Rachel arrived wearing a sexy black outfit, carrying a bottle of that she had spiked beforehand. Grace wore a pretty dress for the occasion. On seeing each other for the first time in years, the two women hugged warmly. There was a mutual attraction between them. The openly sexual Rachel was charmed by Grace's primness. Grace, meanwhile, admired Rachel's lusty vitality. It had been the same way at college. At a table by the patio, the pair sat down and talked about the script. Rachel flattered Grace and poured her several glasses of the spiked he said she could not drink any herself because she had to drive home. Casually, she asked Grace if her work had been copyrighted or backed up. Grace said it had not. All she had was the first draft on her computer. She was shy about her writing, and had not told anybody in her family about what she was doing. This news greatly pleased Rachel. Stealing Grace's script would be even easier than she had thought. All she needed was for Grace to reveal the username password that protected the file. The spiked had already lowered her defences. Rachel's corrupting charisma would do the rest. First she gave the conversation a sensual turn by reminiscing about her sexual at college. Rachel had always been ambitious, and did not have any qualms about fucking her way up the ladder of success. With Grace hanging on to her every word, she described the time she had sucked off her ethics professor. It began when he gave her an F for an essay she had written. In his office, she set about changing his mind. She stood before him as the epitome of the brash and slutty student - chewing some gum, flirtatiously twining her pig-tails, clutching her books against her ample bosom. The next thing the professor knew, Rachel had sauntered round his desk, knelt before him, pulled his cock out of his pants, and started sucking it. She worked her lips expertly up and down its length, and undid her top to expose her tits so that the professor could enjoy fondling them. Right in the middle of things, she produced her essay and asked him to alter the grade to an A. The grateful professor did so immediately. Grace looked flustered and excited as she heard the juicy details of this incident. Rachel followed up by telling her of the time that she had sneakily jerked off the dean in the presence of his wife and the college alumni. She had sat next to him while he gave a speech to the star students of that year. The dean fought hard not to stutter or betray the intense pleasure he felt from Rachel's hand skilfully stroking his cock. Next up, Rachel recalled when she had come back to her apartment with Monica - a nerdy, straight-A student from her literature class. Monica had written a great book-review that Rachel wanted for herself. Grace had been there that night, but was resting at the time. On her bed, just a few away, Rachel started making out with Monica. The girl was nervous at first, but she became wildly passionate the moment Rachel slipped a finger into her pussy. Soon the pair were locked in an embrace, french kissing softly, running their hands all over each other's bodies. There was intense, mutual tit-fondling and nipple-sucking and pussy-fingering until they both orgasmed. They then got into bed, giggling at what they had done right under Grace's nose. Afterwards, Rachel swapped her own book-review for Monica's. It was the beginning of her rise to success. Grace laughed at this tale of Rachel's audacity. She did not stop to think that she might be her next victim. By now she was strongly under the influence of the spiked She felt very light-headed and uninhibited. Rachel read the signs and began the last phase of her plan. Again she brought up another episode from her past. This one involved a wild party that she had attended dressed as a dominatrix. Rachel recalled the admiring look on Graces face when she had seen her in the tight, black PVC corset. Suddenly, she asked whether Grace had a secret crush on her. It seemed the only explanation for the power of her reaction. Grace was in no state to lie or pretend. Slurring a little, she confessed that she had always been attracted to Rachel and had admired her strong personality. Often she had fantasized about being dominated by her. It was all Rachel needed to know. Now she stood up and stripped out of her outfit to reveal herself in the same black corset, stockings and boots hat she had worn at that long-ago party. It hugged her shapely body, making a tantalizing cleavage of her big tits. Grace gasped. Things had moved so fast that she could barely keep up with them. She allowed Rachel to put a studded collar around her neck, then unzipped her dress and let it fall to expose her naked tits. Instantly Rachel got into the role of dominating her. In a stern voice, she told Grace to take her to the only copy of the script. Grace dutifully led Rachel to the computer in her office. There Rachel decided to soften her up a bit more - rather than push things too quickly. She began by caressing Graces tits and then licking and sucking on her nipples. She placed a hand behind her blonde head and drew her face close for a long, wet french-kiss. Rachel drove away the last of Graces shyness by taking dirty to her - reminding her of how wet she had felt on seeing Rachel in her corset. Grace briefly covered her face her with her hands, then nodded in complete acceptance of her feelings. Propping herself against a bookshelf, parting her legs wide, Rachel told Grace to kneel and eat out her pussy. The blonde eagerly obeyed the command. After a while, Rachel asked her to reveal the password protecting her script. Grace was far too happy and woozy to suspect anything. She gave up the details without a moments hesitation. Rachel now had one more task: to render Grace helpless so that she could not stop her accessing the computer. To this end, she donned a big strapon. Graces eyes widened at the sight of it. She quickly knelt on the rug and licked and sucked it all over. Rachel then got her into the doggy-position and started to fuck the strap-on into her from behind. She pumped the blondes pussy for a long time - driving her wilder and wilder. Grace bucked and moaned while Rachel pulled on her collar as if were a rein. Eventually, Grace came all over the strap-on and flopped, confused and exhausted, on the rug. Now Rachel sprang into action. She a ball-gag into Graces mouth and placed a dildo in her hand. Over at the computer she accessed the script, copied it on to her own disk, deleted all traces of her activity, and uploaded some S&M porn-footage on to Graces hard drive. As the blonde lay helpless at her feet, Rachel glanced down and grinned at her. She would have another big success thanks to Graces script. Meanwhile, Grace would be found in a very compromising situation. With her credibility ruined, no one would believe any allegations she made against Rachel.