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                          * * * * * * * *

   Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost
CD-ROM  archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in
anthologies of  this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is  sent to AIDS research in the name of
deirdre. -- deirdre

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                      Work by deirdre, 11/2/94

   It was too dressy for work. "Do you think it's too dressy?" she
asked.

   "No," I answered, smiling. "You *have* to go wild now and then."
She  smiled a relieved smile. Marie, that is. It was morning and
she'd just  come into my office. The dress was too sexy--it was
dark, tight, short,  and the neckline plunged. OK for the right
date, but wrong for work. Very  wrong. But what could I say? And
why was she wearing it?

   "Dave made me wear it."

   Weird. "Looks like something Dave might like you in. I guess
he's not the  jealous type. You let him decide what you wear?"

   "Today I did. Yesterday was his birthday." Still weird.

   "And you're still celebrating?"

   "I told him that for his birthday, starting yesterday evening,
I'd do  anything he wanted for 24 hours." Now *that* intrigued me.
I looked at  Marie.

   "Anything?" I asked.

   "Anything."

   I guess she liked to live dangerously. My curiosity was *really*
aroused.  What would Dave do with an opportunity like that? What
*happened* last  night? Innocent-seeming little Marie. "And how was
it?" *That* was  the right question: not too nosey, but open-ended
enough to see if she'd  talk.

   "Well, he took me out. In this dress, too." She was talking! "It
was  supposed to be an evening for him but it was as if it were
*my* birthday  the whole time!"

   "Really?" This intrigued me too. Maybe Dave had qualities that
I'd  missed.

   "I think he was trying to soften me up."

   "Your promise wasn't enough?"

   "Well, things *did* get pretty wild afterwards."

   "But you survived?" Something inside me wanted me to keep her
talking.  She looked over her shoulder even though my office door
was shut; then  leaned closer and talked in a lower voice.

   "He... took me into the bedroom and had me lean against the bed,
well, sort  of half lie on it..." She looked at me confused. "Like
this," she continued  and she bent her body face down over the end
of my desk so her body was  supported by her arms on the desk and
her rear was right at the edge. I  thought about the possibilities.

   "And?" I asked. Nosey or not, I had to know. Leaning like that,
the tops of  her breasts were quite visible.

   "He had me lift my dress." She took the edge of her dress with
one hand  and lifted it a couple of inches towards her rear, then
stopped.

   "That far?"

   She giggled. "Until my rear was bare."

   "What about your pantyhose?"

   "He had me stay bare under the dress all evening."

   I gulped. I glanced at her legs: no hose. "To the restaurant?"

   "Oh yes."

   "What was that like."

   She looked thoughtful. "Interesting," she finally offered.

   "Well what happened next?"

   "You seem awfully nosey!"

   "Well you started it and I can't help but be curious."

   "He had me reach back and feel myself." She actually reached
back and put  her hand on her rear. Over the rear of her dress. She
was wearing what he  told her to. I just *knew* she was bare under
the dress right now! She  had to be! "Well, my dress was up, of
course," she added in case I didn't  get the picture.

   "You did that while he just watched?"

   "For a little while. Then he pulled out his cock and got behind
me."

   Well, we were getting explicit now! "And he did it with you from
behind?  Men do like that."

   "Well, I was hot. I was ready for it. But..."

   "But what?"

   "He did me *back there*." I mulled over what she was saying and
it hit  me what she meant. I was almost bowled over! Dave doing
*that* to  little Marie?

   "You two *do* that?"

   "It was the first time." I stared at her.

   "Did it...?"

   "Oh, I was so ready! I *loved* it! I screamed so loud." Dave
doing that to  little Marie! Marie screaming in pleasure! I was
mesmerized by the  picture in my mind. "It was... so... good... "
came Marie's voice. I shook  myself out of my daze. Her hand was
pressed against her own rear! *She*  looked like she was in a daze!
I just knew her rear was bare underneath  that dress. Her hand
moved briefly and the dress edged higher. I could  just reach out
and pull it up over her rear.

   She was staring at me. She didn't say anything--she just had a
look on her  face.

   "Do you know what I mean?" she finally asked. Her voice was a
little  breathy.

   "Yes," I answered.

   "Would you want to see him... and me?"

   I gulped but didn't answer. I should have said *of course not*.
"Are you  going to answer?" she added. I still sat there, mute.

   "He's at home. Come to my house." She stood up and pulled on my
hand.

   How would I ever explain this? Just taking off from work with
Marie! She  was driving me to her house. "His orders this morning,"
she said as she  drove, "were to go get a woman and bring her back
to him."