Message-ID: <16059eli$9810042025@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16059.txt> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Nine 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: <3615fc02.57796194@news.telepac.pt> Corporate Backlash - The Corporation - Part Nine by Ms. Christine - http://www.mschristine.com The limo pulled up outside his apartment block on the dot of eight. Jack took the stairs down two at a time. He felt on top of the world. When he reached the kerb, the chauffeur gave a slight bow and offered to take his overnight bag. Instead of passing it to the driver he launched it through the air, nearly knocking the other man completely of balance. "There you go, my man", Jack said as he slid into the plush interior of the limo. The chauffeur stared in the direction of his passenger for a fraction longer than would be considered polite, then closed the door with amazing restraint. He threw Jack's bag into the boot, then moved into the driver's seat and they were off. Jack was not sure how far out of town St Claire's country place was and did not want to show his ignorance, by asking. So he settled back to enjoy the experience of what it would be like to be rich. He toyed with the idea of helping himself from the well stocked bar he had discovered, but thought twice about it. It would not do to arrive reeking of alcohol. Not if you wanted to impress. And he desperately wanted to impress. About an hour and a half later, he became aware that the crunch of gravel had replaced the sound of smooth tarmac under the car's wheels. He had been vaguely aware of passing through a very large gate, and now felt quite certain they must be inside the St Claire estate. It was, however, another ten minutes before he could make out the shadowy outline of the main house. Although it was already getting dark, he was impressed enough to let out a low whistle. The car scrunched to a halt outside the main entrance, and instead of waiting for the driver to come around and open his door, he let himself out. He was barely out of the car, when two enormous dobermans came out of nowhere. The dogs were inches from his legs and growling furiously. Jack froze. He tried to melt back into the metal of the car, fear now causing him to sweat profusely. "Heel!" The dogs obeyed instantly, and Jack became aware that the owner of the voice was female. He breathed. He had not realised he had stopped. He tried to compose himself, but he was badly ruffled. "You should have waited for Landers to open the door." Then he saw her. To say that she was beautiful would have been an understatement. She nearly took his breath away again. "I'm sorry" he said. He hated sounding so lame. "I am Lisa St Claire" she said, proffering him her hand in a manner in which he was not sure if he should shake it or kiss it. "And you must be Jack Conrad, I have been really looking forward to meeting you". Jack, still uncertain of what to do with the hand, just touched her fingers lightly and bowed ever so slightly. Her touch sent a frisson of electricity down his spine. He was not sure how long he would have just stood there feeling like a complete idiot, if she had not grasped him by the arm and said, "Shall we go in, Mr Conrad". He had not been prepared for St Claire's wife to be so young, beautiful or even so sexy. There was no doubt in his mind or body for that matter that she turned him on. 'Not now!' he told himself, as he glanced nervously at the two dobermans. He tried to pull his suit jacket down to cover himself up a bit more and realised he should say something. "Please", he said, "call me Jack." "Of course", she said, "Jack it is, until I can think up a suitable nickname for you. You may call me Madam. Everyone here does." Jack was confused. What a strange nickname. He decided that the rich just had strange habits, and that if he wanted to impress his boss's wife and get that promotion, he would play along. They entered the main hallway, where Lisa St Claire let go of his arm. "Landers will show you to a room where you can freshen up a bit before dinner. Shall we say fifteen minutes. The dining room is over there. Don't worry about your things I will have them taken care of." Jack memorised the door she had pointed to. He did not want to make any more of a fool of himself than he had already done. He presumed they would show him his room later, because it was already getting late for dinner. So he followed Landers along a small passage way and disappeared from sight. Lisa watched him go. 'This is going to be a weekend you will never forget Jack Conrad' she smiled wickedly at her own thoughts, and then headed for the dining room. ..........Christine & David Stevenson........... English couple - Published privately since 1986. http://www.mschristine.com/books.html Email enquiries to:- books@Ms-Christine.com Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) 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