Dr. Derek Evans sat back and watched his patient's chest rise and fall with deep, even breaths. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath closed lids. Parted lips were indicative of a relaxed jaw. Long legs and arms were stretched out, resting comfortably. Dr. Evans took a sip of water and prepared to steer them into unfamiliar territory. "Ok, Miranda," he began in a...
A BRIEF CELEBRATION Dan Evans stood at the end of the conference table with pen in hand to sign the new contract extending DDE's North American Mailgirls partnership with Hiromoto Industries for another five years. A company photographer who'd been summoned to the room snapped pictures as Evans inked his signature onto the paperwork, then handed the pen to...
A heavy rain fell on the 747 as it was pushed back from the gate. The airliner looked dark and perversely sinister in the evening light, like some kind of misplaced prehistoric whale wallowing on wet pavement, incongruously bathed in garish yellow light that flooded the crowded ramp. Open window shades along the side of the beast dappled the tops of the wing...
This story was strongly inspired by AnonymousPerv's fantastic Mannequin X. I hope he doesn't mind me doing my own take on the same situation - I intend it as my highest form of flattery. ***** I smiled wryly at the naked mannequin at the front of the conference room and thought again what an unusual career I'd had since leaving university. Some of my clas...
The year was 1470. A young man was walking through the markets on the Ponte Vecchio. His Master had sent him to acquire some more painting supplies, though he often liked to explore the marketplace as he did so, to find things which interested him. "Good morning Leonardo," said the man on one of the market stalls. "How's Andrea doing?" "Quite well, thank y...
It was the Friday between Christmas and New Year and I was on my way back into work for the first time after the festive break. I was a little apprehensive knowing that I was going to have to make a decision about joining the 'team of ladies' doing entertaining for the company. I'd thought about it all holiday and I'd gone one way then another but had now re...
I barely got out of bed that morning. It was just another November day better spent on the couch. Going to work at the museum was almost more than I could bear but I had no choice. With a groan I threw back the covers and lurched into the day. The drive to work was gray. It wasn't exactly raining, just wet and cold. None of the radio stations had music on,...
In the confines of my cage, i lost even more track of time than i did at home ... and yes, it did strike me that i had already come to think of Mistress's house as my home. There were no clocks; the lights were raised or lowered without warning, but never too bright or completely dark; i was fed at what appeared regular intervals (the food was bland, nearly...
Uncle Ron disappeared upstairs to my bedroom carrying his tool bag. He returned 15 minutes later, with sweat stains covering his old T-shirt. 'That's all fixed now. Why don't you get me a cold beer, slut, I'm gasping', he ordered, with a look of slight contempt on his face. My mind was racing and I was churning inside as I meekly did as I was told and went...
Jamie King walked through the hotel. He was a tall, good-looking young black man who was also very talented and had a way with the ladies in his life. He was looking at someone very dear to him. A strong and beautiful black lady close to his heart. Jamie looked at Nicole Evans, his sexy and somewhat wisecracking and sarcastic former co-worker and music prod...