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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Six days, Seven Nights" {Don Winslow} (part 1) (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)
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Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)
By Don Winslow

Part 1: Planning the Vacation

The beer was flowing freely and the guys were feeling no pain, all 
except for Eddy Shaw that is.  He was still steamed, madder than hell.  
He had just found out that very day what office gossip had known for 
weeks.  He had been shafted, screwed out of the promotion of a lifetime 
by the bitch he worked for: one Ms. Candace Ashbee.  The others could 
only nod knowingly as he went on to describe the boss lady in the most 
graphic terms, using every one of the many nicknames the guys had for 
their insufferable, duplicitous, and overbearing boss.  Names that 
included:  "The girl with the Golden Cunt,"  "Mother Juggs," a not very 
subtle reference to her obvious assets, and more simply --  "The 
Bitch," that one used most often, even by the other female employees.   
Over beers after work on Fridays, she was frequently the subject of 
discussion as simply "that Goddamned Cunt."   They all knew who that 
was.  But the name that Lewis particularly liked was "Miz Candy Ass."  
He nodded to himself, well satisfied with the name he had bestowed on 
her.

All four of the guys around that table had had a run in with Miz Candy 
Ass at sometime, and they were lucky to escape just a little bloodied.  
She was known as arrogant and ambitious, a conniving bitch who used 
people, especially men.  She was originally appointed as a regional 
manager over better qualified men, because the company had been 
threatened by a feminist group for not having enough female executives. 
But if that threat launched Candance's meteoric career, she took full 
advantage of her sex once in place.  It was well know that she was 
perfectly willing to sleep her way to top, and use that beautiful body 
of hers to maximum advantage.  Of course sex with "underlings" or even 
co-workers was quite out o the question.  She was much too snooty for 
that.  No, she would preserve her precious assets for more important 
fish on the company's food chain.  

"I'd love to get that bitch alone for just one night," Jack Crowley.

"You wouldn't know what to do with her if you had her.  And besides, 
all you'd have to do was go  to sleep and she'd cut off your balls and 
hand them to you in a nicely wrapped package!"

She wouldn't cut anything off, cause first I'd tie her down. There's 
only one thing a woman like that understands, he added with drunken 
logic."

Now Lewis who had sunk into a more mellow mood and was only half 
listening, sat up and leaned across the table. 

 "Agreed!" Lewis nodded, sitting up, taking a sudden interest.  "The 
woman needs to be tied down and fucked silly "But how would you so that 
Eddy?  If you had her for 24 hours..all yours, tell us what you would 
do to her."

Crowley looked at Lewis, and got the feeling he was being put on, but 
he didn't give a damn.

"Well, I'd lay her out on her back in the middle of big bed and tie her 
spread-eagled, you know with her legs spread wide open.  Then I'd do 
her, once an hour, every hour.  And when I wasn't in the saddle with my 
prick up that golden cunt, I'd shove a vibrator up her twat, just to 
keep her company."

Lewis nodded, impressed.  The graphic description conjured up a 
powerful erotic image in Lewis's inebriated imagination of the long 
bodied, beautiful brunette, her dark silky hair loose and whipping the 
pillows as she flung her head from side to side between outstretched 
arms, her pretty features contorted in the throes of  a massive orgasm.  
The power of that image stirred him deeply; he felt an awakening 
movement in the front of his pants, and slipped a hand under the table 
to ease the progress of his unfolding cock.

"And you Jack?" he asked, warming up to his newly-invented game,"what 
would you do to her?"

"I'd go for those big jugs of hers," was the immediate answer. " I'd 
have her naked, leaning over the back of  a chair, all the way over, so 
those big floppy tits were hanging down the front between her arms. And 
I'd tie her hands to the legs of the chair so she was kept bent over.  
Then I'd go to work on those puppies, playing with those tit-bags, just 
feeling Miz Candy Ass up till I had her all hot and bothered and just 
begging for it."

Again, Lewis, nodded, and let himself savor the pleasing image, of the 
conceited boss lady upended over a chair.

He gave Ben an inquisitive look.

"I'd tie her over the back of a couch and spank that big fat candy 
ass."  Ben offered modestly, but with a hopeful smile for the others.

"How about you, Lewis?  If you could do anything you wanted to  Miz 
Candy Ass, what would you do?"

"I like the idea of bending her over and tying her down.  But first I'd 
make her beg me for it, maybe crawl around on hands and knees and sit 
up like a dog and beg me for it.  Then I'd tie her down, and once I had 
her like that, I'd take her.  Right up that precious candy ass!"

The roar of laughter that followed showed how much his inventive 
approach was richly  appreciated by his  all male audience.

"Oooh.   I'll bet she wouldn't like that at all," Crowley chimed in, 
grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, she wouldn't have much choice, now would she?"

The conversation went along such lines with each proposed position 
getting more inventive and perverted until the hour grew late and one 
by one the revelers drifted off.  Only Ben and Lewis remained.  Neither 
showed much inclination to go home.  The earlier gaiety had worn off, 
and the two men had grown more solemn as they sat nursing a final 
round. 

It was then that mild-mannered Ben told Lewis about something else that 
bothered him about Candace Ashee. Ben was their computer guy, and he 
got to know a lot about everybody in company.  One of his jobs was 
computer security, and now he told Lewis about how he had stumbled upon 
an unregistered computer being used to gain access to the company's 
intranet.  When he dug into it, he found that Ms Ashbee was using her 
personal  laptop to make gain entry - something the company strictly 
outlawed.  He didn't know what was going on, but it sounded suspicious 
to him.  

Lewis was intrigued.  Could he find out what the bitch was up to?  Well 
Ben allowed, he could try.  Maybe someday after work.  Lewis smiled to 
himself.  He knew how much Ben just loved a challenge.

*****

It was late.  Even by the last of the night janitors had made their way 
home.  From outside, the glass cube of the office building was dark, 
except for a single windowed office on the 30th floor.  Sitting there 
under that lone halo of light was Jonathon Lewis.  He was staring at 
computer screen when he heard the footsteps he had been waiting for.  
Someone was scurrying down the lane between the rows of cubicles.  Ben 
had found something!  He knew it from the quick pace.  The tech guy was 
rushing to find him.
Lewis spun around in his chair just as Ben, draped his lanky form over 
the entrance to the cubicle, hanging from one hand by the thin paneled 
wall, a great big, shit-eatin' grin on his mostly bald face. 

"Looky what I got." 

 His fellow worker held up a blue floppy disk to be admired.  Lewis 
felt a surge of excitement shoot through him. 'This was unbelievable!'

"No shit!  You actually got the goods on her?!"

"You better believe it brother.  It's all here ..numbered accounts, 
international bank transfers, valuations, both actual AND reported, 
dates, times, everything!.  The bitch is in deep doo-doo, right up to 
those big fat jugs of hers."

Lewis jumped up and did a little dance.  He couldn't contain himself. 

"Sonovabitch!" was all he could say.  The two conspirators slapped 
hands in a joyous 'high five,' barely able to contain their glee.

"I know just what I'm gonna do.  Tomorrow, I get an appointment with 
old Fennerman.  First thing in the morning.  I'll bring my laptop with 
me, and treat the old boy to a little 'show and tell'.  By 10 O'clock, 
Mizz Candy Ass will be history around here.  They might even throw her 
precious butt in the clink!  I mean, shit, they're gonna half to go 
public with this stuff, and this, my friend, is what they call grand 
larceny. Big time!"

Lewis smiled his approval of the plan, and through the picture of their 
insufferably arrogant boss peeking out mournfully from behind the bars 
of  women's prison gave him a cozy glow, his mind was racing, a half 
formed thought rose up to niggle away at him.

"Hold on a minute, Pal.  Let's think this through.  What we got here is 
a goldmine...the mother lode.  How much do you think it'd be worth to her 
to make sure we kept this just our little secret?"

Ben stepped back.  The smile faded as his eyes narrowed, taking on a 
sly, crafty gleam.

"Whaddya mean?"

"I dunno," Lewis began tentatively, "but don't you see we got the 
arrogant bitch just where we want her.  You know what she's like, 
always on the warpath about some sort of sexual harassment thing.

"So...," Ben asked, clearly intrigued as to where all this was going.
Well, the point is, you know she's got this thing about sex,.making 
life miserable for any poor bastard stupid enough to think he can buy 
her a drink and maybe make a little time with her."
Ben nodded knowingly, remembering his own encounter with the bitch when 
she was still the new girl, and he thought he might have a chance with 
her, even though he consistently struck out with pretty girls like her.  
At least most of them let him down gently.  But he, like a few other 
men at BBR&J, bold enough to try, had been haughtily spurned by the 
cold, conceited  beauty whose perfect ass now occupied an executive 
chair  in the choice corner office on the 31st floor.  Candace Ashbee 
seemed bent on a mission to put men in their place, while always 
babbling on about "glass ceilings," about how men were out to keep her 
down, complaining like the whining feminist bitch that she was.  Of 
course it was only those under her in the ogranization, or her co-
workers who got a full blast.  To those above her she the pretty girl 
with the dazzling smile who was all sweetness and light ...Ms Candy Ass.

Lewis was looking at Ben with a thoughtful look in his eye.  He had an 
idea, but he didn't trust Ben to pull it off.  No, he'd have to do this 
himself.

"Well, maybe that meeting you want to have tomorrow, shouldn't be with 
Fennerman.  Maybe I should take the meeting, directly Ms. Candy Ass-you 
know, just me and her, kinda private like?  And, oh yeah, I'll need to 
take that laptop."

*****

His meeting with Candace had gone surprising well once she had gotten 
over the shock.  When the full realization of her precarious 
predicament came thundering home to her, she could only sit paralyzed 
behind her desk, the blood drained from her face, and though she tried 
to control herself, Lewis saw the way her hand trembled as she reached 
for a pencil to toy with.  He knew he had her just where he wanted her.  
He could see the fear and desperation in her eyes, the eyes of a hunted 
animal. 

"What do you want?" she managed to get out in a hoarse whisper.

He let the full weight of it sink in, before offering her a way out.  
He knew it was an offer she couldn't refuse.

"Oh, not so much, really.  Just a date with you, babe," he purposely 
used the word knowing it would infuriate her.  She caught the gesture 
and realized that their status had changed; she could never go back.

"A..date?" she repeated the word numbly.

"Yeah, a date.  Well, more like a vacation.  Think of it as a week off.  
Just one week, that's all. A week we'd spend...together, just you and me.  
Maybe at some fancy resort, in their honeymoon suite.  You'd like that, 
wouldn't you?"  He smiled.

She blanched and grimaced as the thought of what he had in mind, but 
she nodded dumbly, playing for time, while her mind raced a mile a 
minute looking for some way out.

Lewis was grinning at her now.  "See, I know you got your vacation 
scheduled already.  There'd be just  a slight change of plans."

She looked up at him realizing that somehow he had gotten a look at the 
executives' summer schedule.

"Yeah, I know quite a bit about you, Ms. Ashbee.  Acapulco, isn't it.  
A little time in the sun.  Just to get away from it all?"

"Well, babe, you're going to get away from all this  alright, but 
you're gonna have a little companionship, male companionship.  See, me 
and you are gonna have a good time."

She paused to consider this, studying the man with those gorgeous blue 
eyes of her, those wonderful eyes that almost made him soften.

 "And if I agree?"  Her voice was low and husky.

"Then the disk is yours, and no one has to know about the little 
business on the side that you're been running from your pretty office 
here.  Think it over, Candy.  Not a bad deal really."

"You know this is blackmail," she pointed out with a threat in her 
voice.

"Yeah, and this," he said, holding up the diskette for her to see it, 
"is grand larceny."

End of Part 1
Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www

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