Originally posted by: UberNeuman
I hope nobody minds, but this is part of an e-mail that I sent to a magazine for publication.
"The Boss
As a floor supervisor, I have fifteen people that I manage and work alongside on a daily basis on different types of projects. We had been sent a new "strategy manager" to
oversee our department - meaning that I had a new Boss.
The Boss had been at our department for a week, when I received a call for a meeting. I left the floor, my brow dripping with sweat, wondering what could this be
about. We have an informal office, so I walked up to the Bosses door and knocked - and the Boss called for me to come in.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Close the door, please." said the Boss. And close the door I did. I turned to face the Boss and she was sitting at her desk, head down, reading some report.
She looked up at me, her blue eyes glittering like a lighthouse across a blissful ocean. She licked at her lipstick red bee-stung lips, then smiled....
"I'm so glad... you could come..." she whispered in a hot breathy voice.
"It would be... hard... not to..." I said and walked over to her desk. "How can I help?"
"I have a problem - a wet, hot, problem..." she purred and she reached for her hairpin, removing it, to allow her long dark hair to fall to her shoulders. Her 38-DD bosoms were
heaving as she panted, slow and sweet.
She stood from the desk and pointed at her coat.
"Look," she said. "I've spilled coffee all over my nice new coat." She peeled back of the fabric to allow me to see the frilly undergarment she wore - the smooth lines of the lace were lightly coffee stained.
"and look - it's stained my blouse as well...." She took my hand and guided it toward her body. "Would you please, help me... take it off?"
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You coulda' whacked off 5 times in the time it took to write that mini-potboiler.
-Robert
