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Subject: {ASSM} What the Sysop Read, by Rajah Dodger [MF rom]
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     What the Sysop Read, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1995.  All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the
stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain
attached.

     The new computer was a present for herself.  She had been a
supervisor at the company for two years, things were looking good, her
last two reviews had been glowing, and it was time for her to do
something just for herself.  She got a system with plenty of disk
space, the two fastest modems she could find, lots of memory, and even
a CD-ROM.  The salesman thought she was going to use it for work, but
that was just her cover story.

     She was going to set up a BBS.  She had done the club scene in
this city, and found it a dreary and unproductive way to meet people.
When she was in college, she had known a man who ran a board for people
to talk to and meet others, and that was what she would do now.  After
getting the system set up, she spent a few weeks dialing around the
city, looking at what the boards in town used in the way of software.
That done, she got her software, installed it, set up her file and
message areas, added a few games, and sent out notices on other boards
that she was "on-line and ready to party".

     Nothing happened for several days, although she did get several
"I'll come check you out" messages on the boards where she had
advertised.

     Finally, one morning before she left for the office, she heard the
modem tone and went over to see what was happening.  It was a new user
logging in, one of the men who had sent her an acknowledgement.  She
watched as he filled out the new user questionnaire and said "Y" to the
question about adult access. He zipped over to the file section,
glanced at the directory titles, went back to the message section,
scanned through the message areas, jumped over to the games section,
then went to the logout sequence, where he left a message explaining
that he couldn't use the board's call-back verifier because he was
dialing out through the office PBX, and there wasn't a direct number to
call his modem.  He did, however, leave a number where he could be
reached by voice during the day.

     Later that morning, during a break in her office schedule, she
called the number.  A man's voice answered, with the name he had given.
 She said, "Hi, this is Miss Priss from the Eagle's Nest. I believe you
called earlier...?"  He acknowledged the call, and gave her the correct
answer when she asked for his secondary password.  They talked briefly
about the board, what he did for work, and the other boards he called
locally.  Finally, satisfied that this was a serious user, she ended
the call, telling him his account would be validated later in the day.

     She validated him at lunch, dialing remote from her office and
setting his access for the adult sections. While she was on her modem,
she called a few more local boards, leaving announcements about her
system, and joined an on line adventure game on one of the more active
multi line boards.

     That evening, after dinner, she went to check the board. She had
40 new users, seven of whom had expressed an interest in the "Dark
Side" section.  Her caller had already come and gone, with a logoff
note that he had left a story for her.  Sure enough, there was a new
file in the upload area called "TOSYS.TXT", with a description that
said "Thoughts for the sysop at night..." Intrigued, she opened the
file and began to read...

     >>> The Story <<<

     "Perhaps it was the daiquiris," Lena thinks as she wobbles to her
feet. Something had hit her from the evening out, and she wondered if
she was up to driving.  Then Claude, who she had met that evening, sees
her condition and offers his services as a driver.  "I can always catch
a cab from your place back to get my car," he proposes.  Lena finds
that reasonable, hands Claude her keys and off they go to find her
yellow Miata in the lot.  He holds the door, and her skirt rides up her
leg as she slides onto the unfamiliar passenger seat.

     Claude drives the car with an easy familiarity, taking the turns
of the highway with relish and prompting her from time to time for
directions. Somewhere along the drive at a stoplight, his hand slips
off the gearshift and onto her upper leg.  She giggles, and he gives
her a friendly squeeze before the light changes and they drive on.
"Black looks nice on you," he comments.  She looks at him, confused...
her dress is red, not black.  When she looks down she realizes how high
her skirt has gotten, and fumbles with it finally leaving it perhaps an
inch lower.

     They finally arrive at her house, where Claude closes the garage
doors and opens the door for her.  Lena leans on his arm for support
and fumbles with the keys until she can open the door and turn off the
alarm. She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and he responds by
asking where the phone is so he can call a cab.  In the bathroom, she
rucks her skirt up, pulls her panties down, and cups her head in her
hands as her bladder empties.  When her head feels steadier she lifts
it to see him standing casually in the open doorway watching her, an
enigmatic look on his face. "Let me help you with that," he says, and
takes a couple of tissues from the counter.  Before she can get more
than a splutter of protest out, his hand is between her thighs,
daubing, patting with quick sure strokes.  He drops the damp tissues
into the toilet and flushes it, cool backspray tickling her bottom.

     Lena sits stunned as he replaces his hand between her legs, his
large thumb brushing against her clit. "Not here..." she murmurs, but
closes her eyes and shudders as his middle finger slips between her
labia, sliding up and down.  Her body is betraying her, those flaps
swelling around his finger and making her slippery for him.  His thumb
rolls knowingly up and over her clit, rolling it against her body again
and again until Lena comes to a quivering orgasm, hands holding the
toilet seat for balance as she clamps her legs around his hand.

     Dazed, she lets him slide her panties off over her shoes and help
her up, leading her to the bedroom.  He helps her out of her dress,
unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor.  Standing behind her, he
cups her breasts through her thin lacy bra while cupping her mound with
his hand.  She shudders, surprised that she is coming again so soon.

***** {END} ***** Completed 1995-06-20, 1917 words

Copyright (c) 1995 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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