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Cliche's Story
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Subject: The Cliche's 1st Story - Part 1
She had been dogging me for six months. She'd been working at the
firm
for a little over a year and since we had finished working together on a
creative project last summer she had found ways to visit the 45th floor.
She'd "drop by" my office with a "Just wanted to say hello" or a "Thought
while I was in the neighborhood" and would end up planting herself in one
of the chairs opposite my desk or on the end of the leather couch along the
side wall, for much too long a time to be anything approaching a
coincidental visit.
I'd grown tired of the cat and mouse games: The straightening of the
nylons, the hiking of skirts, the checking of buttons, the twirling of
pearls, the hair flipping, the "So how have YOU been?" questions.
It was a particularly bleak Monday and the rollout of my current ad
campaign had been a disaster. When she popped her head into my office late
that afternoon, I almost took it off.
"Come in and sit down." I moved to close the door behind her,
something I
never had done before. Her breathing quickened noticeably. She sat down
opposite my desk. She was smiling! I sat down behind the desk and turned
my back on her.
"Is there some real reason that you come by my office?"
"Well..."
"Well let me tell you what it is." I spun round to face her. "You're
trying to come on to me and doing it like an amateur. You have no
clue what a bastard I am. You're like a spring chicken dancing in the fox
den here. Now, unless you're a heavy weight and I've underestimated the
depth of your abilities, just beat it kid."
"Is this how you get your kicks?" She stood up and came round the
desk.
"You think you've got what I can't handle? I'm the one that's on the prowl
here. You married wimps are all the same. I've been onto you ever since
I laid eyes on you." I stood up and towered over her. "Mr. Meticulous,
always stares but never touches."
"Take a seat Ms. Street.
"And who's gonna make me?" She grabbed my tie and pulled my face
down to
hers.
My jaw went tight and I smiled. I held her gaze firmly. Taking one
of her elbows in each hand, I pinched them into her rib cage
and stood to my full height, nicely elevating her off the ground, her feet
suddenly swinging in mid air. I turned and put her down in my chair.
Maintaining my grip on her elbows and forcing them down on to the arms of
my chair, I kept my face an inch from hers and examined her closely: My
eyes roamed over her tiny mouth, the top of her well groomed head, the base
of her throat, the lobes of her ears. I stared at her chest until her
nipples pushed themselves up from underneath her dress.
"Are you listening to me?" She nodded her head yes. "I'm going to
give
you several things to do, and if you do them, and if I'm happy with the way
you've done them and then if I care to and only then, will we get together
on this. Do you understand?" I relaxed my grip on her arms. She smiled
and regained her composure. She played with her pearls. I allowed her
that much. She nodded yes. "Do you want to procede then?" She nodded
again.
"So I'm waiting." she said eventually.
"First, you can go back to your chair." She did so without
hesitation.
"I'm beginning to like that tone in your voice."
"Quiet." She obeyed: Eager eyes, silent lips. Just what I
appreciate.
I wrote out this shopping list:
3 packages of cotton clothesline - 250 ft each.
4 tubes of KY jelly - 12 ounce size
4 dozen dental damns
1 dozen lubricated condoms
1 package - Wooden clothes pins -100 count - Pinch type
1 small whiffle ball
4 pairs handcuffs
2 rolls of grey duck tape - 150 ft each
1 bar of Dove soap
1 oz. of Ambercrombie and Fitch - Woods Cologne
2 large cucumbers
1 dozen red taper candles - 16 inch
1 package of disposable razors
1 can of gel shaving cream
1 large leather dog collar - black
1 chain dog leash - 6 foot length
2 economy size rolls of Saran Wrap
I handed her the list. Her smiled deepened to a nasty grin as she read
it. My heart thumped deeply.
"So what do I do with all this after I get it?"
"Oh. I forgot one thing." I took back the list wrote the name and
number
of the best hotel in our fair city. I put down the name of the penthouse
suite. I checked my appointment calender and wrote Friday's date on the
bottom of the list. "Be there at 7 o'clock Friday morning. Be on time and
by the way...dress appropriately and be waiting for my just inside the
door...on your knees...."
She stood up and put the list down the front of her blouse, gave me
back a huge naughty smile, turned on her heel and departed, closing the
door to my office behind her. I had my secretary clear my calendar for
Friday.....
End of Part 1
The Cliche's 1st Story
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