Alicia Hernandez sashayed into James Woodhouse's office with a sly smile on her face. She was a short, slender, dark-haired, dark-eyed Puerto Rican woman wearing a miniskirt, stacked heels and loose white silk blouse that showed more than just a hint of the swell of her breasts, breasts that were clearly unfettered by a bra. James's heart went into overtime...
"What the hell is this Don? What do you think you're playing at?" Garvey, Don's boss, gazed humorlessly at him, his ebony black face slack and his hands quivering in what Don suspected was an angry wish to wring his neck. "Er, yeah, it's the press release Garvey. What seems to be the problem?" Don had believed he had done an adequate job typing it. Though...
About once a month the school where I work has a casual clothes day. There are rules about what the students can and can't wear. The rules are stricter for the girls than the boys but that's the way things are. It may not be politically correct, but it is common sense. Notwithstanding these rules, and the rather strict way the Headmistress interprets them,...
FRIENDS As I exited Barbara's office I was more confused than ever. Confused about myself, my life, my feelings toward Barbara. What the hell had just happened in there? How was it possible that after spending the morning humiliating me in front of several hundred DDE managers and supervisors, treating me like little more than a shiny new product the compan...
There is indeed an institute of higher education which served as a partial model for Locksmith University, as some readers may be able to guess. Nevertheless, there is precious little light and less truth about the university in this story. I must confess I have callously played with details of life in its engineering school for my own narrative purposes. An...
Chapter 01: Stacy I smiled as I pushed open the heavy glass door to the open-air smoking courtyard, nodding my head towards one of the half-dozen plastic and steel tables crowding the patio space underneath the Plexiglas awning. There were maybe seven or eight of my coworkers taking up space on the benches or standing around the table, all friends of mine....
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?-- This violent plaid Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done Through indolence high judgments given here in haste; The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste? No more...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent plaid Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done Through indolence high judgments given here in haste; The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste? No more...
Tony Trent was a great boss. He paid well but expected you to earn your pay, and Kim and Heather never let him down. As legal secretaries went, they were about the best he'd ever had in his employ, always anticipating his needs, and seeing that everything was in it's proper place. The only problem Tony had with these girls was the way they liked to dress, of...
It was really great when the company went to a flex hours schedule. Not only did the noon to eight schedule fit my life style better; it gave me the opportunity to meet our cleaning lady. Terry, a young freckled blond with huge tits certainly wasn't your typical cleaning lady. At first a person would think that she was a bit hefty, but as I watched her work,...