Message-ID: <15979eli$9810042007@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15979.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part One. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3609254d.29567259@news.telepac.pt> Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part One. by Ms. Christine - 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.' 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. ..........Christine & David Stevenson........... Authors of domestic and real life Fem Dom Books. 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