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From: Christine@Ms-Christine.com
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Subject: Corporate Backlash - Part One
Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 17:02:25 +0000
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Corporate Backlash - Part One. by Ms. Christine
(copyright 1995-2005) - http://www.mschristine.com
HE AWOKE AS usual, at 6.30am his penis fully erect.
Jack Conrad stretched slowly and rolled over onto his back. He
considered the idea of playing with himself, - he had time. He
felt his shaft thicken as he stroked himself, his mind wandering
over the new possibilities of the day ahead.
Today, his new personal assistant started. What was her name? Ah
yes Alice. Yes that was it. He had interviewed her last Friday,
after he had fired that stupid bitch that used to work for him.
He muttered under his breath, "Well she got what she deserved.
Fancy threatening ME like that."
All the women in his section of the Corporation knew what he was
like, but most of them desperately wanted to hang on to their
jobs. So Jack Conrad got his own way most of the time. He
regularly had one or the other of them come into his office for
'dick - tation' as he jokingly liked to call it.
Until last Friday morning, when Ellen Richards had finally got
up the courage to refuse. She stood there in front of his desk
and threatened to report him for sexual harassment. He had been
taken aback by her refusal, but soon collected his thoughts.
He told her that she was fired and to get out of the building
now, this minute. And that if she ever breathed a word to anyone
he would make sure her husband lost his job too!
Ellen had no other choice but to leave. Her husband worked in
accounting and was coming up for a promotion.
He had quickly phoned the agency the Corporation used for staff
replacement and Alice was standing in front of his desk at 3.00pm
the same day, thanking him profusely for giving her the job.
She was desperate to please - just the way he liked them. She
was a looker too! 'Yes', he thought, 'this was one Monday
morning when going to work will be a real pleasure.'
He rolled out of bed, gave himself an admiring look in the
bedroom mirror and headed for the shower. The hot water further
stimulated him and he thought about that moment he loved the
most. The moment when the bitches tearfully realised they would
have to suck his cock.
Jack hated it when they made him come too quickly with their hot
little mouths, and he wanted to make the session with Alice a
lengthy one; so he brought himself off with the thought that he
was all powerful in his little kingdom.
'Alice, oh, Alice, you just wait and see what I have got in
store for you.'
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At 8.55am he rolled his car gently into his parking slot in the
underground garage. He felt on top of the world.
He slid out, grabbing his briefcase in one easy practised
movement, locked his car and whistled softly to himself as he
headed for the elevator.
As he pushed the button, he realised that he was not alone. He
turned swiftly then relaxed as he encountered the beaming smile
of his new assistant.
"Good morning, Mr Conrad."
"Ah! Alice, it's you. Right on time, that's what I like to
see."
The elevator doors swished open and he gestured to her that she
should go first.
As she brushed past him, he caught a whiff of her musky scent and
he could feel himself start to stiffen again for the second time
today. Then his eyes wandered down the neat contours of her
pencil skirt with the little pleat at the back.
Then down further, following the seams of her tights. No, wait a
minute, she was wearing stockings. He could just make out the
little nub of the suspender clips. Then right on down to a pair
of stiletto heeled shoes.
"Are you coming, Mr Conrad?"
He jumped.
"What? Oh yes, just going over all the things I have to do
today. Running them through my brain."
He followed her into the elevator, the doors swished closed and
they began their ascent.
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