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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 6/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 13:10:06 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete file.
Otherwise ....enjoy!



Stocking Tops Part 6/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


My newly shaven cock and balls felt strange in my trousers as I drove into 
the office. Even stranger still when I walked with my shorts rubbing against 
my cock, giving me a hard-on. Great, I thought bitterly.

I had sat in my office for just a few moments when Robert, my sales manager 
knocked and strolled in.
"Good morning Boss."

"Is it?" I snapped.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, like that, eh? Well, I guess I'm going to make it 
worse. I'm quitting, Roy."

"What!"

"Sorry but Bensons are offering me equity and a bigger bonus."

"Bensons!" They were our biggest competitors.

"I'll finish up on Friday." I sat stunned as he walked to the door. "The 
gang are having a few drinks at Cassidy's Friday night. Come along. You look 
like you need the R&R." He closed the door behind him and, groaning,  I held 
my head in my hand. How would I replace him?

A few moments later, the door opened again. I looked up as Mandy shut it 
behind her, grinning down at me. "Hard day, eh?"

She didn't wait for an invitation but sat down in the chair in front of the 
desk. Watching her cross her long legs in black stockings caused my bald 
cock to stir in my pants. I kept my eyes from meeting hers and waited.

"So," she began. "Robert is leaving our happy little group." It wasn't a 
question. "Look at me, Roy," she snapped and I quickly looked into her 
smirking face. "I want his job, Roy. Starting next week."

"But....."

"I can do the job. The team knows I'm the best salesperson. You know that 
and I deserve a promotion."

"But Mandy, I can't....."

"Yes you can!" she barked and then smiled coldly. "Do you want me to call 
Hannah and tell her you won't promote me?" I gulped. That was the last thing 
I wanted. I can't tell any more how Hannah would react to anything and I 
wasn't going to take any chances. "Do you?" she demanded and I silently 
shook my head. I heard her uncross and cross those lovely legs again and 
lean back in the chair while I stared at the desk top.

"Shit, Roy, look up at me!" I raised my eyes and she smiled at me. "Afraid 
of me, Roy? Afraid of what I know? I can tell you this," she leered, " I 
spoke to Hannah this morning. She tells me you are learning new skills."

I blushed and she laughed as she stood up, straightening her short grey 
skirt. "Announce my promotion today, Roy. Understand?" I nodded and she 
smiled in victory. "I'm going to have a celebratory lunch ," she said, 
placing a card on the desk. My eyes fixed on it as she tapped the card with 
a long red fingernail. "Lunch at this hotel. I want you to get a room there 
at one thirty, phone me on my cell phone and tell me the room number. You 
got that!"

"But..."

"No buts, Roy. Phone me with the room number and wait in the room for me." 
Mandy walked to the door and turned, gloating with her power over me. "I 
want to test those new skills that Hannah told me about. See you." She 
slammed the door behind her.

Gloomily, I stared at the card. What choice did I have? It suddenly occurred 
to me that I had no choice in anything any more. My mind has been tampered 
with and my body was now controlled by Hannah, Mandy and who knows who else 
is going to be let into this. Mandy had threatened to bring the office girls 
to watch. At least  I've been spared that humiliation for now.

Resignedly, I reached for the card to call the hotel to reserve the room.
End Part 6/30


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