CharmSnake
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Shame of the Office
Shame of the Office
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Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)
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CharmSnake
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"So how did you close Mr Wu?" Randy Fullwood asked as he saw Mark Pitman pouring himself a coffee in the office kitchen. "Send him to the massage parlour?"
"Nahh, he just wants free rounds of golf," answered Mark. "The blowjob would have been cheaper." Randy took a mug from the cabinet and Mark filled it for him before replacing the carafe. The two salesmen chatted in their business suits, slender blonde Mark in blue and broad-shouldered Randy in his charcoal with matching tie over a maroon shirt. He stroked his dark goatee as the receptionist floated by. Both of the men's eyes followed Nicole's all ass the way down the hall. Her bleach streaked hair hung halfway down her back and her turquoise cold shoulder dress clung snug over her hips and revealed the edges of her intimate ink.
"She got some sweet young thighs," Randy commented as the receptionist disappeared around the corner.
"Small tits though," Mark smirked.
"Picky picky."
"I bet she's still in college."
"Fuck, she's just out of high school," said Randy. "Have you heard her on the phone? She didn't get the job due to her experience."
"Yeah, she's pretty stupid," said Mark. "Not that it matters."
"Nope," said Randy. "Lying on your back doesn't require calculus." He grinned as the two salesmen clunked their mugs together.
"What do you think her tattoos are?" Mark asked.
"I'll let you know," Randy shrugged. The two shared a grin.
"Me first," said Mark. "Bears tickets."
"You're on."
"Seen you-know-who around?" Mark asked quietly. "She'd freak if she heard us talking like this."
"Ahh, let her," Randy smirked. "I love it when she goes off." He took another sip of his coffee. "But no, haven't seen her. Must be in her office, locked away as usual."
"Nahh, he just wants free rounds of golf," answered Mark. "The blowjob would have been cheaper." Randy took a mug from the cabinet and Mark filled it for him before replacing the carafe. The two salesmen chatted in their business suits, slender blonde Mark in blue and broad-shouldered Randy in his charcoal with matching tie over a maroon shirt. He stroked his dark goatee as the receptionist floated by. Both of the men's eyes followed Nicole's all ass the way down the hall. Her bleach streaked hair hung halfway down her back and her turquoise cold shoulder dress clung snug over her hips and revealed the edges of her intimate ink.
"She got some sweet young thighs," Randy commented as the receptionist disappeared around the corner.
"Small tits though," Mark smirked.
"Picky picky."
"I bet she's still in college."
"Fuck, she's just out of high school," said Randy. "Have you heard her on the phone? She didn't get the job due to her experience."
"Yeah, she's pretty stupid," said Mark. "Not that it matters."
"Nope," said Randy. "Lying on your back doesn't require calculus." He grinned as the two salesmen clunked their mugs together.
"What do you think her tattoos are?" Mark asked.
"I'll let you know," Randy shrugged. The two shared a grin.
"Me first," said Mark. "Bears tickets."
"You're on."
"Seen you-know-who around?" Mark asked quietly. "She'd freak if she heard us talking like this."
"Ahh, let her," Randy smirked. "I love it when she goes off." He took another sip of his coffee. "But no, haven't seen her. Must be in her office, locked away as usual."
Maiesiobreed
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Robyn looked out of her office and sighed deeply, taking in the group of Neanderthals from sales who were openly ogling the new hire who did nothing to dissuade their gazes. Poor young fool, she had no respect for herself or the other strong minded women in the office, she would have to have a talk with her...but first, the women's room was calling her name.
She left her office and scowled as she caught the eye of that slob Randy from sales. She had protested he be fired on numerous occasions, but he brought in revenue and you could get away with murder if you brought in money in the corporate world.
She shook her head as she opened the bathroom door. Was it really so much to ask for women to be respected as much as their male counterparts? She did her best, reporting those to her bosses that she felt didn't treat her or other women in the office with respect...choosing to go above and beyond the requirements for reporting perceived sexual harrassment to her superiors. Sure, she may have rubbed some of the stodgier men (and even the women) in her office the wrong way, but it was important for her to maintain her dignity and professionalism within the company.
She was a modern woman in all facets of her life....except for one. She was reminded of her "interests" anytime one of her expecting co-workers waddled into the office, heavy with child. More often than not she would find herself staring at their swollen bellies, their heavy breasts, their wide hips....and she'd want nothing more than to be a mommy to be herself. She couldn't help it...and on more than one ocassion she had made a hasty retreat to the women's room to compose herself. It was why she had abruptly left this morning...Julia had stopped by her desk to say hello and tell her that she as going on maternity leave soon, and Robyn could easily see why. Her maternity suit had struggled to contain her massively swollen belly...and it was taking every fiber of her being to not reach out and touch the huge orb, to caress it, to worship it.
"Get it together Robyn, jesus," she whispered to herself, a hand on her own belly. She was distracted and hadn't yet realized that she had left her office door open and her computer unlocked. Her special Pinterest page was still up, burning brightly for anyone to see.
She left her office and scowled as she caught the eye of that slob Randy from sales. She had protested he be fired on numerous occasions, but he brought in revenue and you could get away with murder if you brought in money in the corporate world.
She shook her head as she opened the bathroom door. Was it really so much to ask for women to be respected as much as their male counterparts? She did her best, reporting those to her bosses that she felt didn't treat her or other women in the office with respect...choosing to go above and beyond the requirements for reporting perceived sexual harrassment to her superiors. Sure, she may have rubbed some of the stodgier men (and even the women) in her office the wrong way, but it was important for her to maintain her dignity and professionalism within the company.
She was a modern woman in all facets of her life....except for one. She was reminded of her "interests" anytime one of her expecting co-workers waddled into the office, heavy with child. More often than not she would find herself staring at their swollen bellies, their heavy breasts, their wide hips....and she'd want nothing more than to be a mommy to be herself. She couldn't help it...and on more than one ocassion she had made a hasty retreat to the women's room to compose herself. It was why she had abruptly left this morning...Julia had stopped by her desk to say hello and tell her that she as going on maternity leave soon, and Robyn could easily see why. Her maternity suit had struggled to contain her massively swollen belly...and it was taking every fiber of her being to not reach out and touch the huge orb, to caress it, to worship it.
"Get it together Robyn, jesus," she whispered to herself, a hand on her own belly. She was distracted and hadn't yet realized that she had left her office door open and her computer unlocked. Her special Pinterest page was still up, burning brightly for anyone to see.
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CharmSnake
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A door clicked open down the hall.
"Speak of the devil," said Mark as the two salesmen glanced down the hall to catch a glimpse of Robyn's swishing skirt. In a huff, she made tracks for the ladies' room. "Anyways, I'm taking off early. See you tomorrow."
"Ciao for now, Mark," said Randy as his buddy walked out the front door.
There wasn't much left to do for the work day. He would check his messages. Heading down the hall towards the cubicles, Randy passed Robyn's open door. She was always bitching and whining about the sales team getting perks, but she had her own private office. Curious, he stopped and looked around inside. Then checking towards the washrooms and seeing no sign of her, he stepped in. She had books upon books. He read the names of the authors on the spines: Gloria Steinem, Gloria Steinem, Margaret Sanger, Maryam Namazie, even Carrie Brownstein! Jesus Christ, the estrogen on that shelf was enough to neuter a circus animal!
There had to be something else more interesting in there. That's when he noticed the monitor of her computer still aglow. Randy leaned over and could not believe what he saw. The first photo was a woman posing in profile with a sweater pushed up to expose her ridiculous belly suspended out twice as far as the rest of her otherwise slender body. The second one was a blonde laying down in a bath tub with her chubby pregnant tummy and her swollen dark nipples floating above the soap suds. The third was a closeup of a large bust stretching a pink tank with a dark damp lactation stain on one side. Randy scrolled down. It was amazing. Picture after picture showed pregnant women, all shapes sizes and colors, dressed, lingeried, naked, many in bare feet, all very feminine. There must have been hundreds of them. There were no slacks nor suits but lots of pink and silk and lace. Randy had found himself a gold mine. Scrolling back to the top of the page to leave it the way that he'd found it, he took out his phone and starting snapping pictures. The first one was a closeup of the screen, the next zoomed out to prove that it was indeed her computer. Then he took one showing the screen with her documents strewn over her desk. He clicked a couple more random ones for good measure. Then he repocketed his phone and silently slipped out, making sure that the coast was still clear. His messages could wait until tomorrow. They might actually bring him some work to do that he didn't want. He grabbed his laptop and quickly headed out the door.
The next morning Randy was sitting on the end of Mark's desk in his black Italian suit with dark olive green tie. Mark leaned back in his chair as he told his story.
"... And she had the biggest tits," he said holding up his hands in support of the imagined mammaries.
"Not as big as Rachel's," said Randy.
"Rachel who?"
"At the Sunset Club," he reminded him. "You know, the triple-Ds?"
Just then pregnant Julia walked by, her belly large and round draped in her red cotton dress, protruding from her long white sweater and supported by a hand in her tired back.
"Wasn't me," Mark winked. "I pulled out."
"Even if it was," Randy joked and the two salesmen laughed as burdened Julia disappeared down the hall. "Birth control is a woman's responsibility, right?" The two of them laughed.
"Speak of the devil," said Mark as the two salesmen glanced down the hall to catch a glimpse of Robyn's swishing skirt. In a huff, she made tracks for the ladies' room. "Anyways, I'm taking off early. See you tomorrow."
"Ciao for now, Mark," said Randy as his buddy walked out the front door.
There wasn't much left to do for the work day. He would check his messages. Heading down the hall towards the cubicles, Randy passed Robyn's open door. She was always bitching and whining about the sales team getting perks, but she had her own private office. Curious, he stopped and looked around inside. Then checking towards the washrooms and seeing no sign of her, he stepped in. She had books upon books. He read the names of the authors on the spines: Gloria Steinem, Gloria Steinem, Margaret Sanger, Maryam Namazie, even Carrie Brownstein! Jesus Christ, the estrogen on that shelf was enough to neuter a circus animal!
There had to be something else more interesting in there. That's when he noticed the monitor of her computer still aglow. Randy leaned over and could not believe what he saw. The first photo was a woman posing in profile with a sweater pushed up to expose her ridiculous belly suspended out twice as far as the rest of her otherwise slender body. The second one was a blonde laying down in a bath tub with her chubby pregnant tummy and her swollen dark nipples floating above the soap suds. The third was a closeup of a large bust stretching a pink tank with a dark damp lactation stain on one side. Randy scrolled down. It was amazing. Picture after picture showed pregnant women, all shapes sizes and colors, dressed, lingeried, naked, many in bare feet, all very feminine. There must have been hundreds of them. There were no slacks nor suits but lots of pink and silk and lace. Randy had found himself a gold mine. Scrolling back to the top of the page to leave it the way that he'd found it, he took out his phone and starting snapping pictures. The first one was a closeup of the screen, the next zoomed out to prove that it was indeed her computer. Then he took one showing the screen with her documents strewn over her desk. He clicked a couple more random ones for good measure. Then he repocketed his phone and silently slipped out, making sure that the coast was still clear. His messages could wait until tomorrow. They might actually bring him some work to do that he didn't want. He grabbed his laptop and quickly headed out the door.
The next morning Randy was sitting on the end of Mark's desk in his black Italian suit with dark olive green tie. Mark leaned back in his chair as he told his story.
"... And she had the biggest tits," he said holding up his hands in support of the imagined mammaries.
"Not as big as Rachel's," said Randy.
"Rachel who?"
"At the Sunset Club," he reminded him. "You know, the triple-Ds?"
Just then pregnant Julia walked by, her belly large and round draped in her red cotton dress, protruding from her long white sweater and supported by a hand in her tired back.
"Wasn't me," Mark winked. "I pulled out."
"Even if it was," Randy joked and the two salesmen laughed as burdened Julia disappeared down the hall. "Birth control is a woman's responsibility, right?" The two of them laughed.
Maiesiobreed
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Robyn walked into the office the next morning, carrying a mug of Earle Gray tea, wiping the sleep out of her pale, blue eyes. It had been a late night...she had started working on her next proposal, but her mind had strayed, and before she knew what she was doing she was visiting her usual maternity sites and fantasizing about possible outfits for her farthest date of pregnancy. It had been hours before she had stopped, 3 a.m. to be exact, so she was tired and cranky. Her blonde hair was pulled tight up into a bun, as she adjusted her wire rim glasses. The 28 year old smoothed her gray business suit, making sure it concealed everyone of her curves....under the suit was a carefully crafted and sculpted body that she spent hours working on at the gym. She didn't weigh an ounce over 110 pounds, she made sure of that, and her 5'8 frame carried the weight perfectly. Her hips were wide, her breasts were a firm 34c, which she made sure to contain in a carefully fitted and nondescript bra. Men didn't need any additional invitations, so she kept her body hidden, preferring to remain as professional as possible.
Unfortunately, when she walked into the office she noticed and overheard the two neanderthals talking about Julia....and how birth control was a woman's priority.
"Are you two idiots kidding me? You're objectifying a mother to be? Julia of all people? She's one of the nicest, loveliest, and caring women in this office, plus the best sales rep we have, and you can't see past the fact that she is having a baby? You're disgusting, and don't think I didn't hear your crass remark about breast size. It's because of chauvinistic males like you that women have such a hard time bursting through the glass ceiling," She said, storming up to the two of them, her hair frazzled as she yelled, more loudly than she had expected.
"Women are treated like scum in this country because of jerks like you. We're paid 50 cents on the dollar compared to men, despite statistical reports proving we work just as hard and just as proficiently as anyone with a penis in between their legs. Because we have breasts, because we have a vagina, you look at as us being inferior..." she said, trying to calm down.
"I am going to report you to Mr. Johannesberg. Both of you. I know you already have strikes on your records...and Mr. Johannesberg always listens to me. Do you really think you can be this much of a stereotypical jock male and be succesful? You're both done here. What do you have to say to that?" she said, putting her hand on her hip and tapping her sensible black heels in front of them.
Unfortunately, when she walked into the office she noticed and overheard the two neanderthals talking about Julia....and how birth control was a woman's priority.
"Are you two idiots kidding me? You're objectifying a mother to be? Julia of all people? She's one of the nicest, loveliest, and caring women in this office, plus the best sales rep we have, and you can't see past the fact that she is having a baby? You're disgusting, and don't think I didn't hear your crass remark about breast size. It's because of chauvinistic males like you that women have such a hard time bursting through the glass ceiling," She said, storming up to the two of them, her hair frazzled as she yelled, more loudly than she had expected.
"Women are treated like scum in this country because of jerks like you. We're paid 50 cents on the dollar compared to men, despite statistical reports proving we work just as hard and just as proficiently as anyone with a penis in between their legs. Because we have breasts, because we have a vagina, you look at as us being inferior..." she said, trying to calm down.
"I am going to report you to Mr. Johannesberg. Both of you. I know you already have strikes on your records...and Mr. Johannesberg always listens to me. Do you really think you can be this much of a stereotypical jock male and be succesful? You're both done here. What do you have to say to that?" she said, putting her hand on her hip and tapping her sensible black heels in front of them.
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CharmSnake
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"... plus the best sales rep we have."
"Uh, excuse me? The best?" Randy smirked and pointed at himself.
"Top of the board? Hello?" Mark leaned back in his chair and raised his palms. The two salesmen glanced at each other in disbelief of both her remark and of each other's assertion that they were better than one another. Besides that, maybe Robyn just didn't want to believe that Julia pulled most of the same stunts to close deals as the boys did. That's what made her as good as she was. That's what made any of them good. Robyn continued on talking right over them, their comments swallowed up in the venom of her rant.
"What do you have to say to that?" Robyn concluded, nearly spitting as her blonde bun began to come apart in her righteous feminine rage. Randy simply grinned as his eyes scanned up her tall frame in its bland and loose attire, imagining the shape hidden beneath, a most unflattering cut. Even the hem of the jacket covered the child bearing hips that he had often so clandestinely taken stock of before. If she would dress herself even half like a woman should, she would get laid once in a while and wouldn't be such an uptight bitch.
"You're sexy when you're angry," he finally answered as his eyes finished their scan by meeting with her own. He gave Robyn a moment to let the comment sink in. Even Mark fell dead silent as he pursed his mouth to fight of the surprised O that it was endeavoring to form. Then Randy casually took out his phone and began to draft a text.
"Uh, excuse me? The best?" Randy smirked and pointed at himself.
"Top of the board? Hello?" Mark leaned back in his chair and raised his palms. The two salesmen glanced at each other in disbelief of both her remark and of each other's assertion that they were better than one another. Besides that, maybe Robyn just didn't want to believe that Julia pulled most of the same stunts to close deals as the boys did. That's what made her as good as she was. That's what made any of them good. Robyn continued on talking right over them, their comments swallowed up in the venom of her rant.
"What do you have to say to that?" Robyn concluded, nearly spitting as her blonde bun began to come apart in her righteous feminine rage. Randy simply grinned as his eyes scanned up her tall frame in its bland and loose attire, imagining the shape hidden beneath, a most unflattering cut. Even the hem of the jacket covered the child bearing hips that he had often so clandestinely taken stock of before. If she would dress herself even half like a woman should, she would get laid once in a while and wouldn't be such an uptight bitch.
"You're sexy when you're angry," he finally answered as his eyes finished their scan by meeting with her own. He gave Robyn a moment to let the comment sink in. Even Mark fell dead silent as he pursed his mouth to fight of the surprised O that it was endeavoring to form. Then Randy casually took out his phone and began to draft a text.
Maiesiobreed
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"H.....how dare you! How dare you comment on my appearance or call me sexy! It's of no consequence to you for how I look.....I swear, I will make your life a living hell for the rest of the time you work here....which will be very short considering I'm going to go to the boss and tell him what you are doing right now," She said, her breasts just mere inches from his face.
She started to walk away, but saw Randy writing something on his cell phone.
"You're pretty calm for someone who is about to be fired. What are you writing? Or are you looking at the want ads for new jobs because you know you're toast here?"
She started to walk away, but saw Randy writing something on his cell phone.
"You're pretty calm for someone who is about to be fired. What are you writing? Or are you looking at the want ads for new jobs because you know you're toast here?"
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CharmSnake
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Robyn continued to tear the strip from him yet Randy felt no pain and followed through with his actions unmoved (other than the arousal in his pants).
"You go tell mr jo-berg whatever you want >;D"
It actually took him longer to dig her number out of the depths of his contact list than it did to type the message or attach the photo. Using the one of the wide shot of what was definitely her desk beneath the maternal gallery on the screen, he hit send.
When he had gotten home the previous evening he had been so turned on by the prospect of what could happen between himself and the otherwise frigid bitchy Robyn. Discovering the suppressed lust concealed in the kink within her had his imagination running wild. He actually went for a jog to get his mind off of it or at least subdue the incessant boner that he had, but upon finishing, the full on erection returned. The shower was next, its steady jet of water lubing his masturbating strokes enough to keep him from cumming, all the while his loins yearning to blow the load against his brain insisting on saving it all for Robyn's unprotected pussy in the coming days. His brain had somehow won by employing a couple of beers and a baseball game on TV.
"Go back to your office," he told her quietly as he stood. "Rethink this whole affair," he said, choosing the words carefully as he continued to grin. She was only a couple of inches shorter than himself and Randy could see the twitches in her lashes as he looked her straight in the eye. "Then call me when you're ready to apologize." After a moment of relishing the look on her face he excused himself down the hall and past reception, taking a good gander at Nicole's ass before heading out the door to meet his client.
"Don't look at me," said Mark as he held up his palms in disassociation.
"You go tell mr jo-berg whatever you want >;D"
It actually took him longer to dig her number out of the depths of his contact list than it did to type the message or attach the photo. Using the one of the wide shot of what was definitely her desk beneath the maternal gallery on the screen, he hit send.
When he had gotten home the previous evening he had been so turned on by the prospect of what could happen between himself and the otherwise frigid bitchy Robyn. Discovering the suppressed lust concealed in the kink within her had his imagination running wild. He actually went for a jog to get his mind off of it or at least subdue the incessant boner that he had, but upon finishing, the full on erection returned. The shower was next, its steady jet of water lubing his masturbating strokes enough to keep him from cumming, all the while his loins yearning to blow the load against his brain insisting on saving it all for Robyn's unprotected pussy in the coming days. His brain had somehow won by employing a couple of beers and a baseball game on TV.
"Go back to your office," he told her quietly as he stood. "Rethink this whole affair," he said, choosing the words carefully as he continued to grin. She was only a couple of inches shorter than himself and Randy could see the twitches in her lashes as he looked her straight in the eye. "Then call me when you're ready to apologize." After a moment of relishing the look on her face he excused himself down the hall and past reception, taking a good gander at Nicole's ass before heading out the door to meet his client.
"Don't look at me," said Mark as he held up his palms in disassociation.
Maiesiobreed
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"What are you doing....you're looking at your phone? You have to be kidding me, we're talking, we're having a conversation, and you're sending someone a text? That is ridiculous, you're the most obnoxious, most pig headed person in this office!" She cried out, and when he pushed send she felt a vibrate in her pocket. She felt it again, and she looked down at her phone, confused.
"You sent me a text? What the hell..." she said, as she opened it....and her blood ran cold. It was a picture of her computer, set to her secret pinterest page of nothing but maternity clothes and pregnancy porn. The hairs on the back of her arm stood straight up at attention and her breath seized in her throat. What the hell was she going to do?
She did what she could. She turned around, beet red, and went back into her office, trying to hold back tears. He knew, he fucking knew what she looked at in her office all day long. This asshole knew her deepest, darkest secret....she had to make it better.
Shaking, she picked up her phone and dialed his number.
"Look....I'm sorry. I apologize and I won't tell anyone about your indescretion with Nicole. Please delete the picture from your phone and we'll let bygones be bygones. I'm sorry. We're even now," She said, hoping he would understand.
"You sent me a text? What the hell..." she said, as she opened it....and her blood ran cold. It was a picture of her computer, set to her secret pinterest page of nothing but maternity clothes and pregnancy porn. The hairs on the back of her arm stood straight up at attention and her breath seized in her throat. What the hell was she going to do?
She did what she could. She turned around, beet red, and went back into her office, trying to hold back tears. He knew, he fucking knew what she looked at in her office all day long. This asshole knew her deepest, darkest secret....she had to make it better.
Shaking, she picked up her phone and dialed his number.
"Look....I'm sorry. I apologize and I won't tell anyone about your indescretion with Nicole. Please delete the picture from your phone and we'll let bygones be bygones. I'm sorry. We're even now," She said, hoping he would understand.
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CharmSnake
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He had just stepped out of the elevator and into the parkade when his phone rang. She was even quicker than he thought.
"Fullwood here," he answered as if he didn't know who was on the line.
"Please delete the picture from your phone and we'll let bygones be bygones. I'm sorry. We're even now."
"Yeah, even," said Randy with a slight chuckle. "We are so uneven," he said slowly. "We are hopelessly uneven." He was pretty certain that his grin was audible through the phone. Picturing Robyn hunched at her desk, skin flushed white with panic, eyes wide with fear he went on with the details. "In fact we are so unbalanced that if you want to keep from falling off the edge we will have a meeting tomorrow," he instructed her as he arrived at his Audi. He took his fob from his pocket and unlocked the door. "I have a new client at one, so we'll make it three-thirty. Your office," he told her. "And you can have that maternity page open on your screen again." Randy ducked in and sat himself behind the wheel. "See you then." He hung up, dropped the phone into his pocket, strapped himself in and drove off. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day.
"Fullwood here," he answered as if he didn't know who was on the line.
"Please delete the picture from your phone and we'll let bygones be bygones. I'm sorry. We're even now."
"Yeah, even," said Randy with a slight chuckle. "We are so uneven," he said slowly. "We are hopelessly uneven." He was pretty certain that his grin was audible through the phone. Picturing Robyn hunched at her desk, skin flushed white with panic, eyes wide with fear he went on with the details. "In fact we are so unbalanced that if you want to keep from falling off the edge we will have a meeting tomorrow," he instructed her as he arrived at his Audi. He took his fob from his pocket and unlocked the door. "I have a new client at one, so we'll make it three-thirty. Your office," he told her. "And you can have that maternity page open on your screen again." Randy ducked in and sat himself behind the wheel. "See you then." He hung up, dropped the phone into his pocket, strapped himself in and drove off. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day.
Maiesiobreed
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She just looked at her phone, as if it wasn't possible that he had just basically said that he would be in her office, tomorrow, at 3:30 for god's knows what. She had no idea how she could get out of this, her mind was swimming as she tried to think of a way, somehow, to get him off of her back. But as much as she brain stormed, she knew she was caught.
"Oh fuck me....." she said, as she left for the day.
The next day in the office was one of the longest in her life. Were people smiling at her more than usual? Did they know? As 3:30 finally rolled around she opened up her office door and made sure her pinterest page was up. She didn't want to make him mad, or give him any excuse to tell the office.
"Oh fuck me....." she said, as she left for the day.
The next day in the office was one of the longest in her life. Were people smiling at her more than usual? Did they know? As 3:30 finally rolled around she opened up her office door and made sure her pinterest page was up. She didn't want to make him mad, or give him any excuse to tell the office.
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CharmSnake
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Randy was fully aware that if he wasn't careful he could be in for a difficult night. He had to get his mind off of the next day's meeting with Robyn, otherwise he'd have to jerk himself off and he didn't want to waste the sperm. First he did some chores. He put in a load of laundry and did some dishes for once. That killed some time. Sports was always good for ignoring the libido and so he opened a beer and watched the last six innings of the baseball game. By then it was after dinner on the west coast so he decided to call Mom. They hadn't talked in a couple of months so Randy actually didn't mind her going on at length about her geraniums. That took care of at least another hour. Finally he went to bed with an action movie with lots of 'splosions and special fx.
Even the next day the excitement needed to be quelled. After checking in, he made all his appointments out of the office. After lunch he met Joe Wentworth for a round of golf. Even with a slow player like Joe, with only the two of them and using a cart they finished by quarter to three. Changing back into his business attire, Randy's suit was dark blue, nearly black with shirt a crisp white and although his tie was a solid power red, minute hexagons detailed in the stitching. Stroking his goatee in the mirror, he was ready to dominate this meeting.
Still, Randy let her stew a few minutes, walking past reception at 3:31 and greeting everyone fondly and loudly to announce his presence, a clever grin on his lips. He wanted Robyn on edge an off guard so he stopped at his own desk a moment to pointlessly shuffle things around. When his watch finally hit 3:35 he sauntered down the hall. Her door was open and she was waiting sitting behind her desk. He stepped in, softly shut the door and clicked it locked behind him. With his shit eating grin he slowly circled her desk in a predatory manner. Her eyes followed him, wide like a rabbit trapped in a corner with nowhere to run, and rabbit made a very appropriate metaphor. As he came around the edge of the desk, he could see the whole length of her, limbs nervous and respiration tense. Checking out her luscious frame, Randy imagined the bare supple flesh and gropable curves beneath, then he put her clothes back on and imagined how they might fit six, seven or eight glorious months hence.
"So," he finally broke the deafening silence as he leaned forward with both palms on her desk to look at her computer monitor. "Which one of these here imagines is your favorite?"
Even the next day the excitement needed to be quelled. After checking in, he made all his appointments out of the office. After lunch he met Joe Wentworth for a round of golf. Even with a slow player like Joe, with only the two of them and using a cart they finished by quarter to three. Changing back into his business attire, Randy's suit was dark blue, nearly black with shirt a crisp white and although his tie was a solid power red, minute hexagons detailed in the stitching. Stroking his goatee in the mirror, he was ready to dominate this meeting.
Still, Randy let her stew a few minutes, walking past reception at 3:31 and greeting everyone fondly and loudly to announce his presence, a clever grin on his lips. He wanted Robyn on edge an off guard so he stopped at his own desk a moment to pointlessly shuffle things around. When his watch finally hit 3:35 he sauntered down the hall. Her door was open and she was waiting sitting behind her desk. He stepped in, softly shut the door and clicked it locked behind him. With his shit eating grin he slowly circled her desk in a predatory manner. Her eyes followed him, wide like a rabbit trapped in a corner with nowhere to run, and rabbit made a very appropriate metaphor. As he came around the edge of the desk, he could see the whole length of her, limbs nervous and respiration tense. Checking out her luscious frame, Randy imagined the bare supple flesh and gropable curves beneath, then he put her clothes back on and imagined how they might fit six, seven or eight glorious months hence.
"So," he finally broke the deafening silence as he leaned forward with both palms on her desk to look at her computer monitor. "Which one of these here imagines is your favorite?"