I'm that Bitch💅🏻

You and Emily were Miranda Priestly's assistants at Runway magazine. You were both excellent at your jobs in different ways even though Miranda wasn't exactly the easiest woman to please. One of you, if not both, was always on hand to meet her demands and you shared duties whenever possible. But behind the camaraderie the two of you were actually fierce rivals. You were the newcomer at Runaway having only started a few weeks ago, you quickly adapted to your role and impressed everyone (especially because most assistants left after just a few days). One time you even earned a "well done" from Miranda which made Emily's blood boil, she'd been doing this job for years and hadn't got so much as a "thank you" from her! And that was how your rivalry started...

It was clear that Emily had a superiority complex, especially when it came to working with you. Whenever Miranda had an important task it was a race between you to see who could accept it first. Miranda didn't really care who handled it just as long as it was done. When it was you Emily would scowl at you for the rest of the day, making sarcastic and bitchy comments about how she would have done things better. But when it was her she was so annoyingly smug about it, strutting around the office looking like the cat that got the cream. "God I'd love to wipe that stupid smirk off her face" you thought as you watched her one afternoon, "just wanna grab her...and...and...." Suddenly a very vivid image of you pinning Emily to the wall flashed in your mind, you gave you some smartass comment so you shut her up by kissing her senseless. You had no idea where it came from but it sent heat down between your thighs and they clenched reflexively. You quickly shook the image away and looked down at the now-snapped pencil in your hands. "Temper temper" an all too familiar voice purred. You looked up to see Emily looming over your desk wearing that same damn smirk. She lingered for a moment, clearly relishing in whatever this was, then turned on her heel and walked away with the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten under your skin. Again. A growl rumbled in your chest loud enough for her to hear and the primal sound stirred something inside her, but she refused to acknowledge it as anything other than amusement.

One rainy Tuesday morning Miranda stormed into the office shaking her umbrella furiously. Her hair and make-up were ruined and it was then you spotted a large tear in the umbrella's fabric, you held back a laugh because you knew she would literally kill you if you did. "Get my stylist down here NOW!" she barked, tossing the umbrella away then slamming her office door with a loud bang. Within milliseconds Emily was on the phone while you picked up the discarded umbrella and assessed the damage, the rip wasn't completely irreparable and when you spotted the Gucci label you knew it must have been expensive. "I might be able to fix this" you said but Emily scoffed while she was on hold. "Just go out and buy a new one for god's sake!" She made a shooeing motion with her hand but you ignored it and took out your mini sewing kit from your bag, your mother had taught you basic needlework so you knew what you were doing. You needed some black thread so went over to Nigel's station to ask for some. "Why don't you just get a new one? Miranda won't care about the price tag" Nigel said calmly. "You sound like Emily" you replied, "no I want to do it myself. Show her my skill and hopefully she'll appreciate the effort". "Well don't say I didn't warn you" Nigel said and handed you the thread.

An hour or so later you had finished and took a moment to admire your handiwork, you'd done a pretty good job and the stitches were practically invisible. You knocked on Miranda's door and stepped inside once she called you in. "I repaired your umbrella for you Miranda" you said proudly and held it out to her. She looked up at you over her red-rimmed glasses then removed them slowly with no expression. "You repaired it?" she questioned coldly. "Y-yes, you can barely see the stitching-" She held up her hand to silence you, "do I look like the type of person who goes around using patchwork umbrellas?" "Well no but-" Before you could finish Emily entered the room, without knocking, holding a long rectangular box with 'Gucci' embossed on the lid. "I took the liberty of buying you a new umbrella Miranda. I used the company card and it's almost identical to that one" Emily scoffed again and gestured to one in your hands. "Thank you Emily" Miranda said and Emily beamed. She finally got that 'thank you' and, even better, it was at your expense. "Not a problem" she asked overly politely as she placed the box on the desk, "anything else?" "That's all" Miranda replied and went back to her paperwork. "But-!" you started. "I said that's all". You followed Emily out of the room and as soon as the door closed her arrogance reared it's ugly head, "better luck next time newbie". You gripped the repaired umbrella so tightly you thought the metal rods inside would snap, instead you threw it in the bin and stormed off for an "early lunch". Emily chuckled to herself but when the office fell silent her laughter subsided. She took great pleasure in riling you up and igniting your fiery side but this time, after seeing how much effort you put into repairing the umbrella, she kind of felt bad for you. "Get it together Emily!" she scolded herself and carried on with her day.

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A few days later Miranda emerged from her office and made a beeline for you with a stack of documents under her arm. "I need fifteen copies of these Dior contracts" she stated rather than asked, "when they're done deliver them to each of the departments and make sure they get signed. Report back when you're done". "R-right. Yes. Will do Miranda" you sputtered, this was a big responsibility and you and Emily knew it. "These contracts are very important Y/N and strictly confidential so no peeking. Understand?" Miranda told you firmly, looking you dead in the eye. "Yes. Absolutely" you nodded. "Good" Miranda said and started back towards her office. "Miranda?" Emily called out and quickly rounded her desk, "are you sure you want to trust a newbie with this task? Surely someone with more experience who knows the department heads personally would be better suited to-". Miranda cut her off, "someone like you?" "Well...yes". Miranda looked between you considering her options, the silence was momentary but deafening. "If you're bored Emily you can fetch my coffee instead, remember the almond milk this time" Miranda said coolly and closed her office door, leaving Emily seething. It took all of your willpower not to laugh or gloat so instead you hurried to the copy room. This was a small victory you could revel in later, right now you had a job to do.

You were six copies in when the door burst open, you didn't have to turn around because you already knew who was there. "What do you want Emily?" Emily slammed the door then locked it swiftly. "What do I want? What do I want?! I've worked here for five goddamn years under Miranda's scrutiny and you just waltz in here and-!" "Hey I work hard too and deserve to be here just as much as you!" "Oh please, you hardly know a thing about fashion and you're always complaining about something!" "Yeah well you haven't exactly made it easy for me! Always trying to one-up me and make me look stupid!" "Oh for god's sake, are you still pissed off about that bloody umbrella?!" "What? No! I'm talking about YOU Emily" you yelled and pointed your finger at her, "you act like you're the only one who can do this job and now you're threatened because someone who is just as capable as you has come along and stolen your thunder!" Emily stepped closer, squaring up to you and invading your personal space. "I am not threatened by you Y/N" she snarled. The moment was tense as you stared each other down. Emily was so close now you could practically feel her anger radiating from her, smell her ridiculously expensive perfume and see her pupils dilate. "You should be" you hissed and pinned her to the wall just like you did in your vision, holding her wrists either side of her head. "Go on. Do it. You know you want to" Emily goaded and that was the final straw, your lips met in a heated kiss that was equal parts hunger and fury.

With surprising strength Emily broke free from your grasp but made no attempt to escape from you, she actually pulled you closer with one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. She wedged her leg between yours hitting the spot that was aching for her. "Dirty move" you growled but the shake in your voice betrayed how affected you really were. "Like I care" she replied defiantly and flipped your positions so you were pinned to the wall and she had control.

The only sounds being made in the small copy room were your lips meeting, breathless moans and the photocopier whirring away as it diligently continued its work in the background. "God your lips are so soft" Emily murmured between kisses. "Careful, that nearly sounded like a compliment". "Oh shut up" she snapped and nipped your bottom lip enough to sting. "That's more like it" you praised. Emily couldn't help but chuckle, your cockiness was endearing to her not to mention incredibly arousing. She pressed you harder against the wall and you began to grind in sync, creating the kind of friction that made you both wet.

Emily's grip on your wrists loosened in a moment of carelessness so you backed her up against the photocopier, the plastic casing creaking under her weight. She hooked one leg around your hip and the new angle made her head tip backwards with a groan, you seized the opportunity to leave your mark on her and soon enough her pale neck was patterned with pink and red lovebites.

You made quick work of removing her top and she unbuttoned your blouse with deft fingers until you were skin-on-skin. "You're gorgeous" Emily murmured once you shrugged the blouse off. "So are you" you whispered back, "especially when you're mad". "Oh you have no idea" she drawled and unclasped her bra, letting the black lace land on the floor and the cool air hit her skin. "Wow" you breathed as you drank her in her near naked form. "Get on your knees" she demanded in a tone you'd never heard from her before, low and dominant with no room for questioning. "You serious?" you said but immediately regretted it. "Deadly" she grabbed you and kissed you passionately then abruptly broke away, "on your knees. Now newbie". You dropped to your knees in an instant, like your body was on autopilot. "Good girl" she purred, "now...lift up my skirt". You pushed the material up her slender legs until it sat on her hips, she was wearing black lace panties that matched her discarded bra and the sight made your mouth water. "Take them off me" she said next so you hooked your fingers into the lace, slowly dragging them down. Emily hummed with satisfaction and the fabric grazed her sensitive skin. Then she put one leg on your shoulder, her heeled shoe digging into your back in pleasurable pain. "You know what to do" she said casually, like you'd done this a thousand times before. She was absolutely right but you couldn't let her think she'd won so easily, you were still rivals after all.

You decided to tease her by ghosting your mouth over where she needed it most, the tip of your tongue occasionally darting out in light licks that made her whole being shudder. "Oh Christ! Stop fucking teasing me!" she growled. "I'm not teasing, I'm just taking my time" you claimed, your voice slightly muffled but filled with mock-innocence. "Don't give me that, give me what I want or I swear to god! Ahhh!" "Then beg". "What?!" "You heard me, beg and I'll give you whatever you want" you said, increasing speed and pressure to sway her. "You can't just...ahhh...oh for fuck's sake!" Emily's legs were trembling now, she needed release, she needed you. "Fine! Please!" she surrendered. "Please what?" "Please...t-taste me. Use your tongue, your fingers, I don't care! I just need you! Please!" "Good girl" you said in a sultry dominant voice that mirrored hers when she was in charge.

You buried your face between her thighs and devoured her like she was your last meal, licking her folds and sucking her clit enough to make her moan your name through breathless pants. One of your hands drifted upwards to pinch her peaked nipple while the other kept a firm grip on the leg that was still on your shoulder, the angle allowing you to fully explore her. "Y/N...ohhh god...more...please!" You could sense she was getting close to the edge now so you doubled your efforts and added your finger, then another. Emily threw her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming, she wasn't going to last much longer like this but she knew that this orgasm would make her see stars. "I'm gonna...oh god I'm cumming!" Emily's release filled your mouth and she grabbed a fistful of your hair to hold your head in place while she used your mouth to ride wave after wave of pleasure.

When she was finally done she fell to her knees beside you, "that...was..." You finished her sentence by kissing her, the gesture spoke louder than words. She could taste herself on you which made this kiss even sweeter. "I'm sorry" Emily said as your foreheads touched. The statement caught you off guard, "for what?" "Being a bitch". You laughed, "I'm sorry too". The two of you sat there together for a while, catching your breath and basking in the blissful afterglow.

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Later on the pair of you were back at your desks, the atmosphere between you much lighter now. As you were typing an email Miranda appeared with a piece of paper in her hand. "Care to explain this?" She held out a document that was half a Dior contract and half a photocopied handprint. "Oh! Uh...I have no idea Miranda" you lied, it was very clearly Emily's hand. She must have accidentally leaned back on the glass while you were "busy". You looked over at her and her eyes were wide with mortification and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I must have accidentally leaned on the glass when I was refilling the paper tray. Sorry, I'll make a new copy for you now" you said then practically sprinted back to the copy room. Miranda tsked but as she turned she clocked one of Emily's lovebites that make-up had failed to hide. "You should get some cream for that" Miranda said with the tiniest knowing smirk before heading back into her office. "I'm going to kill you newbie!" Emily quietly hissed, she was definitely going to get you back for that later.