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Subject: New TG: Receptionist   by  Cindy V.   (1/1)
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Hi.

  This is a favour for Cindy who wants to repost her work at once.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

  If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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Receptionist

                                                           by  Cindy  V.


When someone describes a girl as having a nice personality, that
usually means that she's not much to look at.  But our receptionist
Kathy is quite the exception.

First of all, she truly does have a nice personality.  She always has a
smile and a cheery word for everyone, and it's sincere.  Guys just seem
to congregate around her desk in the receptionist area, partly because
she has such a sweet disposition.

Well, maybe that's not the only reason they congregate there.  Kathy is
also one of the prettiest girls I know.  She is about 23, 5 foot 5,
slim, with shoulder length light brown hair.  She knows how to show
herself off in a way that is feminine without being obvious.  She wears
colorful skirts and dresses, stopping a few inches above the knee,
displaying her lovely legs while rarely wearing something as obvious as
a miniskirt.  In the same way, her makeup is feminine without being
overdone.  Her cheeks just glow when she smiles at you, without her
blusher being obvious.  She has long dark eyelashes but you aren't sure
whether she wears masacara or not.  She draws the thinnest, most
perfect line on her upper eyelids in eyeliner.  And her lips are red in
a soft way, not bold or glossy or loud.  You can not help but look at
this girl when she passes - she is just that pretty.

Kathy seems too smart to be a receptionist, but she is attending
college at night and simply wants a job that pays the bills for now.
And being receptionist in this company is not always that busy a job,
giving her time to study during work hours.  You may find her with a
book on economics, or chemistry, or statistics - she is not taking easy
courses.

This is a small company - about 30 people - and Kathy will sometimes do
some typing for one of the secretaries.  And when Kathy is on lunch or
bathroom break, one of the secretaries sits behind her desk, since the
reception desk can not be unoccupied.  This sharing of job duties with
the secretaries is what got me in trouble with Kathy.

Secretaries' Day is April 20.  A couple of us bosses will get together
and take our secretaries out for a nice lunch, as a group.  This works
out well, since the secretaries really don't want to talk to the
bosses, and vice versa.  As the other bosses and I were deciding where
to go this year, one of them asked, "What about Kathy - should we
invite her too?" No one replied, so I spoke up with, "She's not a
secretary.  We don't take everyone out on Secretaries' Day, do we?  I
don't think we should invite her."

We all agreed, we had our lunch, and that was the end of it.  Or so I
thought.  Someone told me that word had gotten back to Kathy that I was
the one who decided not to invite her, and that she was not pleased.  I
asked one of the other bosses if he thought I should say something to
her, but he thought that would make a bigger deal to this than it was
worth.

A few weeks later I was around the reception area at lunch time.  Now I
admire Kathy's sweet personality and her cute looks as much as anyone,
but as a boss I am on guard about doing or saying anything that might
be construed as sexual harassment, so I just try and give her a quick
"Hi".  But this time she would have none of that.

"Oh Ed," she said to me in a voice that no guy can resist.  "I seem to
be having problems turning my computer on.  I think the plug came
loose.  Everyone else is at lunch, so there's no one else around right
now.  Would you be a dear and crawl under my desk and put it in for me?
I'd do it myself, but this skirt is a little too short for that kind of
thing."

Kathy gave me that smile that turns me to jello, and her comment about
her skirt seemed plausible.  So I agreed and crawled under her desk.  I
hadn't realized until now, but she must have the biggest desk in the
company, certainly bigger than mine, and probably bigger than the
president.  I guess the receptionist needs a big desk.  I had no
problem fitting under it, although it was dark under there and I
couldn't find a computer wire.

Meanwhile Kathy was pushing me with her high heel.  "I think it's in
that corner," she said, although her heel gently nudged my crotch.  She
couldn't see in the dark where her heel landed, right?

I was getting a little disoriented in the dark under her desk as I was
feeling for the computer wire.  "Say, Kathy," I said, searching for
something to say.  "I've been waiting for a fax from Chicago.  You
haven't seen it, have you?" In addition to her receptionist duties,
Kathy managed the fax machine.

Kathy has just the sweetest voice in the world, but this time I heard
the slightest hint of sarcasm in it when she replied, "Whatever do you
mean, Ed?"

"Well, Kathy, I called them, and they claimed they sent it hours ago."

Kathy then sneered at me, "I'm not your secretary, you know."

The way she said that, it was obvious what she meant.  "Uh, does this
have anything to do with us not inviting you out on Secretaries' Day?"

"Well, I had heard that that was your idea, Ed.  Only the official
secretaries get taken out, but I do a lot of secretarial duties you
probab- ly have no idea of," Kathy explained while I was still under
the desk.  "So, yes, I am still pissed at you!"

And with that, Kathy clicked a switch and her computer started to boot
up.  I could hear it hum.  "Hmm, I guess it wasn't unplugged after
all," she said.

I was quite startled by this turn of events.  Did she know her computer
hadn't been unplugged all along?  But before I had time to ponder this,
Kathy took advantage of my confusion crawling around under her desk in
the dark by tripping me with her foot.  Then as I lay on my stomach,
she quickly grabbed my arms, yanked them behind me, and somehow tied
them together.

"Get up on your knees, you worm," Kathy sneered at me most uncharacter-
istically.  I managed to do that, still under her desk, in the dark.
Then while I was still disoriented from all this, I felt her put
something around my neck.  Then I heard a click, a little clanging
metal, and a second click.  I tried to crawl further under the desk,
but I felt a yank around my neck.  Suddenly I understood.  She had
collared me and attached the collar to a short chain.  Probably the
other end of the chain clipped on to the bottom of her chair.
Meanwhile I was on my knees, hands cuffed behind me, in the dark under
her desk.  She had me trapped, but good.

"Now, Kathy, you've had your little fun, let me go this instant," I
demanded.

Kathy gave me a little laugh.  "No Ed, I 've got you exactly where I
want you." And with that she clicked on some sort of switch, and all of
a sudden there was light under her desk.  She was just full of
surprises.

There was not much to look at, the way I was confined.  I was kneeling
with my face at about her crotch, chained by the neck to her chair, as
she was sitting in it.  I could see her lovely thighs come out of her
skirt.  She had her legs crossed.  Then she casually put one of her
high heeled shoes into my crotch, and lazily moved it around, trying to
tease me.

"Cat got your tongue, Ed?" she asked me sweetly.

It wasn't exactly a shoe.  It was more like a high heeled sandal.  And
she wasn't wearing any stockings.  Her elegantly painted toes stuck out
from the sandal as she massaged my crotch.

"Why don't we both get more comfortable, Ed?" she said.  She reached
out to unbuckle my belt, unzip my zipper, and she slid my pants and
under- pants down to my knees.  I was helpless to resist, and in fact
the collar and chain gave me very little room to maneuver at all.  Then
she slipped off her high heeled sandals.  With one tiny, soft foot she
gently massaged my penis.  The feeling was heavenly.  But then she
brought the other foot up to my face.  "Kiss it, then suck it," she
commanded.

I shook my head No.  This was going too far.  But she had all the
bargaining chips and I had none.  "What was that about a fax, Ed?
Maybe I did see it - I just can't remember." Damn.  I had no idea of
the power of the person who controls the fax machine.  Even if I
weren't tied and collared, I had to get my faxes.

Very reluctantly and very red-facedly, I kissed her big toe.  I felt so
stupid.  And of course her foot smelled like feet smell, although the
smell was not overpowering.  At any rate, I didn't put very much into
the kiss, and Kathy was not happy with my lack of effort.

"No, no, no Ed.  I want a lot of kisses.  Passionate ones.  And all
over my foot.  In fact, cover my foot with little kisses." With such
specific instruction, how could I refuse?  I kissed her toes.  I kissed
her instep.  I kissed her heel, I kissed the bottom of her foot.  I
kissed her again and again.  Because Kathy is beautiful, and what else
could someone like me do to her but worship her?  I admit - I enjoyed
it.

"Ummm, very nice, Ed," my goddess replied.  Now suck those toes like
you mean it too!"

I had never sucked a woman's toes.  Kathy's were tiny and were neatly
polished - what else would you expect?  I reached out my tongue at her
big toe and gave a quick lick.  A slightly unpleasant taste, but not
horrible.  Another lick.  Maybe this wasn't so bad.  I took more of her
toe in my mouth and closed my lips around it.  Then I started swirling
my tongue around and sucking it in and out.  I was obviously getting
into this.  Her other foot on my crotch didn't hurt either.  Maybe it
was the humiliation of it all, maybe it was the wonderful feeling of
her foot on my crotch, or maybe it is just erotic to suck toes.  But I
was licking and sucking her toes faster and faster, alternating toes,
doing a couple of smaller ones at once, and it was fun,

I took a moment to catch my breath and I looked up.  My face was still
at her crotch level, and there was her crotch to see.  But Kathy had a
couple of fingers in her own panties, and they were wiggling as fast as
she could.  She was masturbating!  I couldn't believe it!  This whole
scene - was it the idea of having a guy helpless under his desk, or was
it having her toes sucked?  - was turning her on.  Her fingers were
moving furiously in her panties.  I decided I might as well do my part.
I went back to my sucking of her toes.  I licked and sucked for all I
was worth.

Finally Kathy's body shuddered.  I kept on sucking until her body
stopped shaking and I knew she had had her orgasm.  Then she told me I
could stop.

"Ummmm, Ed, that was nice," she said to me in a dreamy way.  In a way I
was pleased.  This girl is so beautiful, just for the privilege of
looking at her I feel like I owe her something.  Plus, I was hoping we
were even now for my not inviting her to the Secretary Day lunch, and I
could get my faxes and be back to work.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it Kathy," I replied.  "Now would you
release me and let me go?"

Kathy took her foot off my penis, which was now throbbing from all her
attention.  She reached down to put both her high heeled sandals back
on her cute little feet.  And then she reached into her purse, and
pulled out her compact and lipstick.  Taking her time checking her
appearance without replying to me, she slowly put some lipstick on
those lovely lips of hers.  Then she looked down at me.

"Oh no, I'm not ready to let you go yet.  In fact, it's my lunch break
now.  Someone else is coming here to the receptionist's desk in a
minute to relieve me.  In fact, maybe we'd better make you a little
more presentable.

I assumed what that meant was that she would put my underpants and
pants back on me.  Wrong.  She raised my chin in her hand, stretching
the length of chain around the collar to its limit.  And then she took
her lipstick and boldly painted my lips with it!  I was awestruck.  How
could she do this to me?

But she was not done.  She unbuttoned my shirt, and then slowly painted
my nipples bright red too!  And finally for good measure she gently
grabbed my erect penis and painted its head in lipstick too.  Before I
could even say anything, she dialed a number on the phone.

"Hi, Nancy.  I'm ready to go to lunch now.  Are you ready to relieve me
behind the reception desk?" She smiled down at me as she said this.
She obviously was going to share me and my humiliation with someone
else.

"Yes, I know it can be boring behind the desk, but I think the next
hour might not be so bad for you," Kathy said into the phone, smiling
sweetly at me.  I wondered - did Nancy already know about this, or was
Kathy going to surprise her with me?

I heard another set of high heels clicking over to the desk.  Kathy
switched off the little light under her desk.  "Good bye Sweetie," she
whispered to me.  "See you after lunch." And then to Nancy she said,
"Have a nice time ...  "
