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She could see the woman getting up and picking up her bag. In Cindy's mind Carla was getting ready to go to the ladies rest room and for her that was perfect. She watched Carla go and then she followed her. "Davina I'm going to the little girls room. You'll be ok for a few minutes right?" And that was a ridiculous question. Davina had made it in this company through her own hard work. Of course she would be ok for a while on her own. Except she wasn't thinking like that. She was a little 'jumpy' that Cindy was leaving her. She was worrying that Cindy would be gone for a long time. This was Cindy working her way into the base psyche of Davina and it was her beginning the process of making Davina reliant on her. "Yes, yes I'll be ok. Hurry back though hey?" And she would have smiled at Cindy right there. But she remembered, 'expressionless'. Cindy did smile though.

"I thought this was a good time for us to have a chat?" Cindy had followed Carla into the rest room silently. The woman was locked in a cubicle and that was good. It gave Cindy a chance to lock the outer door to prevent anyone else coming in at that precise time. She didn't need a lot of time. She just needed a short intensive amount of time. "What in here? In this rest room? I'm sure I can find a more suitable place." And Carla had been taken aback that Cindy was standing there waiting for her as she flushed and opened the cubicle door. She already concurred that she must have seen her and followed her there and that set all sorts of rumbles off in her mind. "No Carla this is perfect, just perfect." And in a way, Cindy had put Carla at ease by using name at last. But that was a ploy. It was a ploy to put her on the back foot because in the space of split second, Cindy had stepped towards the woman and slammed a tightly clenched fist into Carla's abdomen. The shock was palpable on Carla's face. There was this 'gush' of the wind leaving her but there was also the acute pain that was accompanying the air that was deserting her.

It would be difficult to know what was going through Carla's mind at that precise point. That absolute punch to her stomach wouldn't have been something she was expecting. It wasn't something that would have entered her mind and yet it had happened. And she wouldn't have wanted to sink to her knees at the stilettoed feet of this girl either. But that was what she did. And that sink to her knees was slow. Once she realised that was what she was doing she wouldn't have wanted to lose dignity the way she apparently was. But at the same time, the shock, the horror, the pain was dictating when and how much dignity was lost. Carla tried to find words but she was unable to speak. That abdominal pain lingered. It died down slowly but it lingered and Cindy was looking down at her. "We're only going to have this chat once. If we have to have it again then it will not be good." Cindy spoke as her high heels clicked around the kneeling prose Carla. She went into a cubicle but instead of locking it, she left it wide open so that she could see Carla, and vice versa.

Cindy was not shy. She was not afraid to slide up her skirt and bare her own stockinged legs so that she could slip down her panties. And she was not afraid or too shy to sit on the toilet with her legs open so that she could urinate into the bowl either in full view of Carla. And she was more than aware that through her tears, Carla was watching her. And with each passing second, her sight and her senses were coming back to her after the shock she had received. For Cindy it would be pointless waiting for Carla to speak next. The older woman would be in shock, she knew that. And there would be no words that would come to her very easily or very quickly. "If you interfere, or if you get involved, or if you raise any concerns to anyone else, we WILL have this chat again. Except we will have it somewhere else, and it will not end quite so well as this one will." She paused to let Carla recover and a breath again. The pain was subsiding and her breath was coming back. For Carla, the words that this chat would end anything like 'well' was something that lifted her a little bit. But again that was Cindy throwing her into a rash of false expectation.

"You need to realise that I can do nasty things. In fact you can't imagine how nasty I can be. So I wanted to use this little coming together, just to warn you. Just to let you know that I am on to you. And if I have to come more onto you than I am already, then you've got problems. Now 'crawl' in here, to me." And it was Cindy's turn to do expressionless. And her expressionlessness would have sent shivers down the core of Carla. Carla would have heard those words and she would have wondered if she had heard right. That maybe she had heard them all wrong. She would have been asking herself did she really hear that? Did she really hear Cindy telling her to crawl into her? But then there was the nagging, absolute fact that indeed she had heard right and that Cindy simply had her stare fixed to her told her that she had heard right. There was no doubt that Cindy had hurt her, and that she had scared her shitless. And there was no doubt in Carla's mind that what she was hearing from this girl was right. It proved she was right to have this bad feeling about her. It proved that she was right to feel unsettled and disturbed about her.

So Carla 'crawled' towards the cubicle and she crawled into it and to the feet and the legs of Cindy. Cindy urinated in a gush and all the time she kept her eyes fixed on Carla. "Look at me. Look up at me NOW." There was that same expressionlessness in her voice that there was in her face. Carla looked up. It would be fair to say that her world was coming apart at the seams. This was not how she envisaged her Monday morning going. This wasn't it at all. It was like all of her worst nightmares were coming true at once. Oh yes Carla would be outraged - and she would be degraded. She would certainly feel humiliated. And yet there was this fear of what this young woman could and would do if she didn't do as she was told. Carla had been the weak link that needed to be sorted out. Cindy had known that, and in the space of a few minutes she had this woman on her knees - so what else was she capable of? Was there a need for Carla to be concerned? Yes there was. There was a need for her to be beyond concerned and now she was beginning to get that.

Cindy leaned forward as her vagina and pee-hole dripped the last dregs of her urine. And she twisted Carla's hair into her fist - the same fist that had slammed into her stomach. "Am I making myself clear? I hope I am making myself clear because if we have to revisit this, what you think you are going through now will be nothing compared to what you WILL go through. Am I making myself clear again?" And as though to emphasise her words she twisted Carla's hair tightly forcing her neck to bend to the side. "Yes, yes, yes. I understand, I really understand." And this time Cindy smiled. She smiled in a kind of manic way that in itself was of concern.