The Sweet Stench Of Revenge — Part 2.

Find Part 1 here — https://fionadobson22.medium.com/the-sweet-stench-of-revenge-part-1-65e61f065bcf

Let me see, where was I? Oh, yes. I think I was telling you about Dillon McKlusky. You remember him, don’t you? I went for an job interview, only to find this sack of bile, a bully from my childhood, was supposed to be interviewing me.

There’s no doubt that as a crossdresser, when a man’s eyes drop to your cleavage — in my case $8,000 of Brazilian excellence — you quickly realise that as much as he may think he is in control, I know very well who has the power in this equation. McKlusky conducted the most perfunctory of interviews and sure enough a few days later a job offer arrived through the mail.

Now for those of you who do not know, I have to point out that Dillon had ruined my life in that small town, with his endless bullying and taunting. For me, a young teenager at the time, it was a humiliation almost too much to bear. However, I did survive. However, after leaving that interview, with McKlusky looking so smug in his Men’s Wearhouse suit, I resolved to find my own revenge on him, in my own time.

McKlusky had no idea who I was. His powers of observation went no further than enjoying my generous cleavage and firm breasts. His filthy eyes had drunk in the shape of my body greedily, like a pig at…