“That fucking bastard! First he cheats on me, and now he’s the one getting everything in the divorce proceedings! He had absolutely no case! Just because he’s a vice president of the company, they let him take almost everything?! Fuck this.”
Even though Isabelle was the one that had filed for divorce, her husband’s company had supplied one of their top lawyers to defend him. As a result, the divorce settlement ended up very skewed. He had gotten the house and almost all of their possessions - he even convinced their kids that she was in the wrong, and they’d cut her out of their life. She was fed up with it all, and decided something had to be done.
---
Isabelle had been married to her husband, Will, for nearly twenty-five years. They’d been ‘the cute couple’ of their friends when they were in college, and they got married soon after graduating. While they both secured decent jobs right away, Will was able to work his way up the corporate ladder quickly, and Isabelle quit her job after only a few years to take care of their new children. She had never been thrilled by this idea, but they both wanted children, and she had the more expendable job, so she did what she had to. They lived comfortably for a good while, but Will and Isabelle had slowly grown apart, and as they began to approach their late-forties, Isabelle found that their relationship just wasn’t fulfilling anymore.
A few months after she’d had this revelation, some poorly-timed texts had appeared on her husband’s phone during a date. He was clearly cheating on her with his secretary.
Further interrogation proved fruitless, but Isabelle was furious, and filed for a divorce shortly after. Of course, the divorce went terribly, and while it was granted, she was stripped of nearly everything she had.
Desperately drawn to revenge, Isabelle remembered some important information she’d overheard about Eclipse Systems, one of Will’s company’s head competitors. Perhaps something could be arranged there.
---
“Hello, is this Michelle Ellis?” Isabelle spoke over the phone. “As in, Eclipse Systems’ Head of Operations Management?”
“Yes, it is. I’m sorry, who is this?”
“Ah, hi! I’m Isabelle Feld, formerly Fisher. I believe you’ve interacted with my ex-husband, William Fisher, a few times before, right?”
“Yeah, of course. We’ve met pretty often throughout our careers.”
“Okay, great. Well. I recently divorced him, but things didn’t go well and he’s screwed me over pretty hard. However, I still have knowledge of and access to some of his stuff - I could totally get your company in-depth information and details on their secret projects, if you just give me the stuff I need. How does that sound?”
“Frankly, kind of concerning. While we’d greatly appreciate the information, I’m not sure how well working with you would turn out. That said, if we were to take you up on this, what stuff would you need anyway? And what would you ask from us in return?”
“I wouldn’t like too much. Maybe just like, $100,000? I know that’s not much for a company like yours, and surely secret information on your closest competitor’s best projects would be worth at least that much. It’s a steal, really. I’m really just in this to get back at him, but some money to help me recover would be appreciated. As for what I need… your company isn’t airtight either. Before our falling out, I overheard one of Will’s board meetings, where they were discussing leaked plans of an impersonation device - a project that you were heading. I could use that, y’know.”
Ms. Ellis’ voice began to waver, “Information on that got out?! Fuck.” She tried to regain composure, “Well, if they know a fair bit about some of our projects, then I’d be glad to gain information on theirs. I’m still very wary of you, but since you already know about our project and you’ve been close to one of their highest employees for decades, I’m not sure I can just let you go either…” She sat in thought, then sighed heavily. “Alright. If you’d like, we can arrange a meeting for this sometime within the next week, is that okay?”
“Sure, sounds great…”
---
> hey dad!
> i’m back in town for a few days, do you want to meet up sometime?
> Oh, I’m so sorry, Autumn. I have a lot of meetings and work to do this week. Maybe some other time?
> hmm
> i probably won’t be back in a while, tbh
> is it fine if i just visit you at work?
> have lunch or something?
> I guess that’d be alright. My lunch break tomorrow can probably be freed up for my little girl.
> It starts at 11:30, is that alright with you?
> yeah sure!
> see ya then!
> I’m looking forward to it!
‘Perfect.’ Isabelle thought. ‘That went even better than I’d hoped.’
---
The next day, just as 11:30 came about, he got the expected message.
“Mr. Fisher, you have a guest. She says she’s your daughter.” An electronically compressed female voice said over his intercom.
“Let her in, Jennifer.”
Shortly after he received a gentle knock on his office door, slowly opening seconds later.
“Dad! Hey!” He heard as she stepped into view.
Will hadn’t seen his daughter in a while - while she’d come back to town to visit a few times since moving away to college, graduating, and getting a job across the country, he just hadn’t had the time away from work to see her in those seven years, giving Isabelle leeway on how to act as her. It was obvious from his reaction that he was caught off guard by her appearance.
‘Ugh, this asshole doesn’t even know what his daughter looks like anymore.’ Isabelle thought with hidden disgust. ‘How did he get her on his side instead of mine?’
Isabelle’s recreation of their daughter wasn’t perfect (she was unwilling and unable to give Ms. Ellis pictures of her daughter naked), but the obvious features - face, hair, body shape - were easy enough to replicate from the photos she did have, just leaving Isabelle with the task of getting her clothing, makeup, and personality mostly correct.
“I see you’ve gained weight.” The first words Will had spoken to his daughter in person after the better part of a decade. No greeting, just judgement.
‘Jesus, okay.’ Isabelle was now a little pissed. ‘He’s always been a bit blunt, but what the hell?’
“And I don’t like those red streaks in your beautiful blonde hair, either. You know I wouldn’t let you do that if you were still living in my house.”
“Aw, dad, c’mon.” Isabelle/Autumn tried to play it off with the best attitude she could muster. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Could we not talk about this first thing? Y’know, what’s new with your job? I know you and mom have had a falling out over the last year or so, are you using your new ‘free time’ to pursue other things? Hobbies? Financial endeavors? Relationships?”
“Hm. I suppose that was harsh. And no, I haven’t really gained any free time. I tried to make time for your mother, but you know how things ended up. The only passion I have left is my job - I might as well do my best.”
‘Bullshit,’ she thought. ‘He totally has that bitch, Jennifer, still.’
“Aw, don’t be like that, dad… C’mon, let’s go eat, get yourself out of the office. It’ll do you some good, hanging out with your dear daughter.”
---
Lunch progressed fairly alright - nothing special. Isabelle/Autumn tried to engage Will in conversation, hoping to get some hints towards a secret project, but he clearly just wasn’t into it. Frankly, she found him boring and wondered what she’d ever seen in him. Even the place he’d picked was banal - a sterile, lacking sandwich shop not too far from his office. She was bored to tears and was secretly grateful when it ended, glad to be free from her shitty ex for a short bit and to move on to the next part of the plan.
---
“Well, I enjoyed our time, Autumn.” Will began rather low-key. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk more, but it was wonderful seeing you again. I wish we could see each other more often, but I know you have your own life to deal with now, and I’m just as busy as always. Anyway, I’ll call Jennifer in here to escort you out… I hope you have a nice day.”
‘Ugh.’ Isabelle hated being reminded of Jennifer. “Yeah! It was nice seeing you! I’m sorry work is a bit much, but I hope things go well for you!”
---
Jennifer arrived shortly thereafter to take Autumn away. Isabelle gave an empty wave goodbye.
“Hey, uhh, Jen, was it?” Autumn asked once they were far enough away from the executives’ offices. “Can I go to the bathroom real quick?”
“Ah, I really prefer Jennifer. And I mean, yeah, sure. It’s over this way.”
She led Isabelle over to the women’s bathroom; it wasn’t too far away, but just enough that they were out of sight. Only shortly was she able to find Autumn’s behavior odd before she lost consciousness…
---
‘Well, that went easier than expected.’ Isabelle thought as she carried Jennifer over to the stall at the far end of the bathroom. Once the secretary had been propped up on the toilet, she rummaged around in her bag, quickly finding what she needed. A replica skin of Jennifer had been created alongside the one of Autumn.
While Isabelle had been allowed to see Ms. Ellis’s team work on the skins, she didn’t really understand any of it. Some mixture of 3D printing, chemical baths, and a strange interior lining made the suits look realistic and work incredibly well, but the team was tight-lipped on how any of it actually contributed to the final product - for obvious reasons.
The Jennifer skin looked just like the actual person, Isabelle noted. She took little time though, and quickly began to don the skin, not wanting for the real Jennifer to awaken while her plan was underway. Ms. Ellis had assured her that the skins could be layered, although she seemed a little hesitant about that. Finished with the process, Isabelle stripped the poor secretary, putting on her clothes (though as far as she was concerned, the underwear could stay) and taking her bag, leaving her own behind to return to. As she left the bathroom, she saw her new reflection. A rather tall, skinny redhead looked back at her, her neat hair in a high ponytail, and her prominent cheekbones giving an authoritative, yet cute face.
A single thought: ‘That bitch.’
A sadistic smile crept across her face with the knowledge of what she was about to do.
---
“So, Mr. Fisher. How was your time with your daughter?” Jennifer asked, entering his office.
“Ah! Jennifer! It was nice.” He said flatly. “I was worried about it at first, but I genuinely enjoyed seeing her after all of these years. I’m not a huge fan of what she’s done with herself, but she’s her own person now, and regardless, I’m glad to see her being who she wants to be. It’s a shame who she reminds me of though.”
“It’s great that you had a good time.” She said, emotionally detached. She took a slight pause to look at the copy of his schedule that Jennifer usually carried. “I’d just like to confirm that you have some remaining time in your lunch break, yes?”
“Yeah, about twenty minutes still. Why?”
“Well…” Isabelle tried to remember how she acted in her twenties when she wanted to seduce her husband. A gentle bite on the lip maybe? “I was hoping…” A bat of the eyes, fully in ‘fuck-me’ mode. “That maybe…” A small giggle. “You would have time to…” Her hand began to rest at the top of her blouse, hand ready to undo the first button.
“What the fuck are you doing!” Mr. Fisher’s face was horrified.
‘What.’ Isabelle was certain they had something going. ‘Oh well, I’ll just work around this.’ She began to pout. “Well, Mr. Fisher, I know you’ve had a hard time with your wife-”
“Ex-wife.”
“Yes. Your ex-wife. I thought you might just want someone to help you through all of this. Y’know, nothing serious, but just some, umm, moral support.”
“I didn’t hire you to be some common slut!”
“Aw, come on…” She fiddled with her ponytail, now draped over the front of her shoulder. “I know I’m the reason she divorced you. Don’t you want to make her right? Spurn her memory? There’s nothing you can do now anyway…”
Mr. Fisher let out a great sigh. “Fine. Just this once. Fuck her, honestly. Years of my life, gone.”
‘Fucking adulterous bastard, I know you’ve done this before.’ Isabelle wasn’t having his shit. “Wonderful.” Jennifer’s voice changed to ooze sexuality.
She closed the blinds into his office and did an exaggerated walk over to his desk, slowly unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. She knelt before him, unzipping his tidy black pants as she licked her lips for show.
“Ah, aren’t you well-endowed…” Isabelle had seen his dick plenty of times. He was average.
Mr. Fisher stammered some incoherent babble as his face reddened.
“Oh, no, don’t be shy. I’m just here for your pleasure.”
She loosened her bra, revealing her tits. Not particularly huge, but enough for a titfuck. The situation already had enough awkward sexual tension that he was fully erect. Jennifer gave a few sensual licks along the shaft ‘for lubrication’ before nestling his dick in her cleavage, beginning to suck the tip that poked out.
He didn’t last long. Isabelle was a bit rusty, but she knew enough about her ex-husband to get him how he liked. His cum coated her face and the top of her tits.
Using her finger to sample his cum in an exaggerated manner, she looked into his eyes with a coy smile.
“Now fuck me for real.”
Jennifer got up, lowering her pantyhose and underwear as she sat on his lap.
While he was no longer in his ‘prime’, Mr. Fisher made up for his lacking youth in experience. It had been a while since they’d last had sex, but he still knew his stuff. She rode him aggressively, a symptom of her hidden disdain.
“Mr. Fisher! I know I’m better than your shitty ex-wife. Cum in me!”
Cumming once again came quickly. Stamina had never been a strong-suit of the middle-aged man, but Isabelle really didn’t mind. The pleasure wasn’t the goal. That came next.
As he tilted back in his chair, exhausted, Isabelle/Jennifer reached for her phone, quickly taking a picture of the two of them still joined at the crotch. With one tap, incriminating evidence against him was taken. A second, it was sent to all of her devices and Ms. Ellis
“Now, Mr. Fisher.” She began, breaking his trance. “I have an image of us together, clearly post-coitus. If you don’t want this to get out, then you’ll tell me about some secret projects I know you’re working on. I see here on my schedule: ‘Meeting about further funding for ‘Plagio’.’ What could that be, hm? It’s certainly not a public project...”
Mr. Fisher sat horrified. “You wouldn’t. You bitch. She was right about you!”
Isabelle felt smug within her skin. “I would. So what is it?”
“But it’s a secret!”
“No shit. Why do you think I want to know about it? If you don’t tell, I’ll just ruin your career instead. Up to you, really.”
“I-it’s…” He became quiet. “It’s brainwashing. It’s still in testing, but we’ve been able to put months of reconditioning into a few seconds of visual information, and even less through physical contact.”
Isabelle/Jennifer’s expression dropped. This went from fun revenge and corporate espionage to something serious.
“Give me the information you have on it.” Her voice was biting cold.
“N-no!”
“You’re dealing with something incredibly dangerous here. This is no longer messing around with your job, this is serious shit. If you don’t comply, I will ‘leak’ this image, and now the knowledge of your ‘brainwashing project’. You’re already fucked - might as well do the right thing now.”
Mr. Fisher whimpered as he gathered up a messy pile of papers within a locked desk drawer.
“H-here. Just don’t implicate me! Please!”
Jennifer looked them over.
“Hm… I’ll be taking these.” She said matter-of-fact
“No you won’t! I’ll call security!”
“Go ahead. I don’t care at this point. I have what I need. I’m taking my leave now.”
As she left, a call for security echoed throughout the building.
---
As Autumn Fisher found herself sitting in the building lobby, waiting for the ride she’d called, she witnessed her dad’s secretary being escorted out of the building by a few security guards.
A small, sadistic smile appeared on Autumn’s face for a split second, hidden behind her phone.