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Subject: {ASSM} RP - "Rochelle" chapter 3 by Limnophile (MF, tease, toys, cheat, tragic, smoking)
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Rochelle - Chapter 3   by Limnophile

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Story codes for chapter 3 : MF, tease, toys, cheat, tragic, smoking


     I borrowed a couple of guys from the Receiving department, and we had 
Rochelle's furniture moved in under an hour. She was a typical woman when it 
came to decorating, and it took her four hours and twenty tries to get 
everything where she wanted it. It was a pain moving everything so many 
times, but since she's the boss...

     I noticed a large open space on one side of the room. "Plan on putting 
something there ?" I pointed to the open area.

     She looked worried and said " Oh no! Now we have to re-do it again."

     I wiped the sweat from my forehead and looked at the ceiling; "Women , 
sheesh!"

     She lightly punched me in the arm and said "Just kidding. I do have a 
plan for that spot. Everything else looks fine." Her blouse slipped to one 
side, and with no bra on I could see one of her breasts. Her nipple was the 
size of a gumdrop, and standing erect.

     I chimed in with "Some things look much better than fine!" as I leered 
at her tit.

     She fixed her blouse and told me; "Go get some rest, you'll need it for 
tomorrow." I was reluctant to go, but I slowly turned toward the door.

     "Shooo ... I need to finish something up." She licked her lips and 
pulled a banana from her desk.

     I couldn't decide if she was more exciting or aggravating. Either way, 
I couldn't wait to work tomorrow.


     I decided to get back at her a little, so I stopped at a couple of 
stores on the way home. I put a gift package together, and arived at work an 
hour early to keep it a surprise. I left it sitting on the edge of her desk, 
and went to arrange my own office.

     Rochelle came in a half hour late, wearing dark glasses even though the 
sun was only starting to rise. I followed her to her office so I could watch 
her reaction to the present.

     She looked hungover or something, and opened the door without noticing 
me. She walked over to the desk, put down her purse, and finally saw my 
present as I closed the door behind us.

     She blushed, staring at the cutely arranged decorative bucket full of 
dildos and lolipops. I teased "Since you can't smoke in here, I figured..." 
She spun around and poked a finger in my chest; "I'm gonna get you!"

     I couldn't help teasing her. For the first time I had the upper hand; 
"You've already got me. Now what are you gonna do about it?"

     She was amused but furious at the same time. She put her hands atop her 
head and nearly screamed; "GARHHH! - Men!" For the first time, I had won.

     She growled, "Get me some aspirin and a cup of coffee. I had a bad 
night, don't make it a bad morning too."

     I grabbed the bottle of aspirin from my desk and poured a cup of 
coffee. I returned and sheepishly asked "Want to talk about it?"

     "No, I just want to get to work. Take somebody from receiving and pick 
these things up." She handed me a clipboard with three sheets of paper.

     I saw the first page was a requisition to use a company van. The other 
two were purchase orders for a leather sofa at a furniture store, and a 
"large sculpture" at an art museum. Ben from receiving and I went to the 
furniture store and loaded the sofa without any trouble. The trouble came at 
the museum, where we were supposed to pick up the scupture.

     "Large" wasn't a good description. "Enormous" would have nearly been 
enough. The crate was only two feet square, but over eight feet long ! Try 
as we might, we couldn't get the crate to fit in the van at the same

time as the sofa. It didn't help that it weighed around three hundred pounds 
and had stamps all over reading "this side up" , "very fragile", "do not 
drop", along with other cautions to idiots like the museum people thought 
all delivery men must be.

     I told Ben, "Oh well, we just have to make two trips." We brought the 
sofa up to Rochelle's office, but our receptionist Jill said, "She's asked 
not to be disturbed. Could you leave it in the hall?"

     We left the sofa in the hall, and returned with the statue around an 
hour later. We put the statue down next to the sofa, and I said "Thanks Ben, 
I can handle it from here." He looked at me very sceptically, muttered 
"Sure, okay" and left.

     I went over to the door, and Jill reminded me, "Sir, she's asked not to 
..."

     I cut her off with "It's me, it'll be fine."

     I entered the office as I clownishly called out; "Knock, knock, anybody 
want to buy some insurance?"

     I noticed the bucket was gone from her desk, so I looked in the trash 
can. The bucket, the lolipops, and three of the dildos were buried under 
some old papers. Three ? There were originally eight in the bucket, so 
maybe...

     I heard a noise in the bathroom, and went to take a look. Rochelle was 
sitting on the toilet, slumped over, holding her head with both hands. It 
smelled terrible, like she had vomitted.

    I gently put my hand on her shoulder, and met her eyes as she looked up. 
Her makeup was smudged, her face was tear-streaked, and her eyes were 
bloodshot. "What's wrong ? I'm worried about you."

     She stood up, and grabbed me in a tight bear hug. In between sniffles, 
she whimpered "Just hold me."

     I stroked her hair, and tried to reassure her, "It'll be ok. Whatever 
is wrong, I'll help you."

     After a few minutes she had relaxed enough to tell me about it. "My 
husband's leaving me. The lying bastard's been cheating on us for months. I 
found out yesterday, just after you left. I spent most of the night crying 
at a bar."

     'cheating on US ???' I thought to myself.

     "I kept to our deal, no matter how hard it was. But he broke it. The 
sonofabitch!"

     "Deal?" I asked. "What kind of a deal?"

     She winced and said; "You have work to do, don't you? Get the sofa in 
here, so we have a place to sit."

     I moved the sofa into the empty area of the room and closed the door. 
She sat down so close she was practically in my lap.

     She put her arm over my shoulder, shyly looked at the floor, and 
blushed as she told me. "My husband and I agreed that neither of us would be 
with other men, and we would only be with other women if we shared them. My 
little 'game' with you was within the rules. But he went too far this time."

     She had been with other women ? This had some exciting possibilities!

     But right now she needed a friend, so I did my best to behave.

     "Since a banana won't help at the moment..." I handed her a lighter and 
a cigarette.

     Rochelle grinned "Thanks. What would I do without you."

     I looked over at the desk where I had put the dildo gift basket and 
said "You did keep five of the..."

     She cut me off "No, don't answer that...."

     We laughed until we couldn't breathe.

     She finally calmed down enough to get her cigarette lit, and I told her 
"I think you should go home and get some rest. If you say you're going home 
sick, people will believe you. Your hair and makeup are a mess."

     "Gee, thanks for the compliment." She stopped and thought for a moment; 
"And if you complain that you have to drive all over town getting things for 
your picky new boss, they'll believe you too."

     She smiled. "My car's the yellow Porche, meet me there in ten minutes."

     I happily jumped up , gave her a mock salute, and said "Yes Ma'am, 
anything for the boss."

     She playfully slapped me on the butt. "Just go already."




End of Rochelle , chapter 3 revised

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