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Lunch
by deirdre
Not even an appointment. Not a chance my boss would see him. And
it was five minutes until lunch time! I couldn't believe these
salesmen, ever hopeful.
But he was insistent, so I finally rang the boss.
"A George Randolph here to see you."
"Does he have an appointment?" came my boss's voice. She has this
sweet contralto voice even when she is perturbed. Don't let it fool
you.
"No."
She paused. "Is he cute?" I could hear a slight change in her voice.
No longer annoyed. I guess she was just ready for a lark.
I looked at him. "Yes." He was medium height and build, and had an
eager persona, but he definitely had a gorgeous face.
"OK, I'll see him for a minute."
"You're in luck," I said to the guy, motioning in. "She has a couple
free minutes before lunch." The guy went in, obviously happy and
relieved.
Two minutes later, they both came out. "We're going to lunch," said
my boss. *Who would have guessed,* I thought. Well, she didn't have
another lunch date--I guess she thought *what the hell*?
I was running the desk during lunch. After just half an hour, the
boss called.
"Hi, I'll be a little late returning from lunch."
"OK," I said. I'd have to make an excuse for her first appointment,
but I knew better than to say anything. I was just supposed to take
care of it.
It was an hour after she normally returned and she called again.
"Hi, I've decided to take the afternoon off."
"OK," I said, same as usual. But I was a bit intrigued: the boss was
usually very prompt and planned her time very carefully.
The next morning the Boss didn't come in at her usual time. *Very
unusual*. Fifteen minutes later, she called: "Hi, I'm coming in late
this morning." I was having to do a lot of covering for her--I
couldn't believe she was doing this all of the sudden.
I didn't hear from her again until lunch until she called: "Hi, I've
decided to take the day off."
"OK."
"Uh, I think I'll take tomorrow off too."
"OK." Like I said, you don't ask questions of my boss.
Two days later, she didn't show up for work. Actually, I was
beginning to feel worried. I just kept postponing her appointments
and putting off the people that needed to reach her, but it was
getting harder. And without the work she usually gave me, I had
nothing to do but sit around, waiting til the next time I had to dream
up another excuse. It really was nerve-wracking.
Finally, mid-morning, she called in: "I've decided to take two weeks
off." I was going to ask her what was going on, but she didn't give
me the chance. I called her back. There was no answer at her
apartment. She must have been calling from somewhere else.
Something made me nervous about it. I really didn't have much to do,
so I went out and drove to her apartment. I rang her doorbell and no
one answered. I looked around the hall. There really wasn't anything
I could do, but I just felt so helpless. Was she alright? She sounded
OK; what was I worrying about? Would she get in trouble for
neglecting her work?
On the way out, I passed a man coming in. "Oh, hi!" I heard behind me.
I turned around and it was that salesman, George Randolph. "You
must have come by to check on your boss."
He seemed really friendly, just like before. "Actually, you're right,"
I answered.
"She's at my apartment. Do you want to come see her?"
A flash of fear went through me. What was this? Should I trust
him? If he wasn't trustworthy, was my boss in trouble? He looked
so friendly and innocent. "Yes, I would," I answered.
I had my car, so I followed him to his apartment. It was about a half
mile away and was in a rather nice section of town. I followed him
in. The room was dark compared to outside: the shades were
apparently drawn because there was no daylight: only soft light from
a few lamps. We walked through the living room into another room
that was just as dark. There were *two* women in there.
"I want to introduce you to my wife, Lara," said George Randolph.
One of the women was completely nude and facing away from us. It
was my boss! She had both hands on the post of a four-poster bed,
apparently holding it to brace herself. She was looking away from
us and hadn't turned around when we came in! The other woman was
behind my boss and wearing a merrywidow and high heels, and was
holding a huge whip! She looked back at me over her shoulder. She
had long frizzy brown hair hanging over her shoulders. Her eyes
were hypnotic--they were a little slanted and I thought of a cat
when I saw her. And she had this slight smile on her face. She was
absolutely stunning.
She looked at me for a couple of seconds with her little smile, and
then turned around and swung the whip! I saw my boss's body jerk,
but she didn't make a sound! The woman whipped her again!
"On your knees!" George hadn't said it loud, but had turned around
toward the women to say it. My boss immediately fell to her knees
and pressed her head to the floor in her arms so her rear stood up
prominently.
"She'll take the whip all day," said George, talking to me again.
"Also, Lara likes to make her lie on her back on the floor so Lara can
straddle her face. She'll lick Lara for hours!"
Lara turned around and looked at me again. She still had that
mysterious smile. She was so gorgeous! She tilted her head just
slightly and then ever so slightly "bowed" her head for a second. The
smile remained. My heart was pounding! I *knew* she was
suggesting I lie on the floor so she could straddle my head! I
imagined myself lying on the floor, Lara standing above me
straddling my head, descending to kneeling. Looking with me with
that smile. I was so wet.
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Lunch
by deirdre
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