Ms Nina Hanson is back in this second installment of The Erotic Office - to teach these two subordinates how to work together.
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Jennifer marched into her boss' office, shoving the door open, Phil, hustling in after her.
Their boss, Nina Hanson, looked up, unimpressed by the interruption. She brought her hands from the keyboard she'd been typing at and folded her arms under her breasts.
"Well?" leading them to explain themselves. It was Thursday afternoon and she was tired from a long week of back-to-back meetings.
"Neens," Jennifer began, calling her boss by her office nickname, trying to appeal to perhaps some female camaraderie.
"I can't work with him anymore. It's impossible!" Jennifer threw her hands into the air as if to say she had given up.
Phil, stepped forward - he was eager to defend himself. "You're the one that's impossible," he hissed, his pointed finger jutted towards Jennifer and he narrowed his eyes.
Then he stepped forward and placed both of his hands on Nina's desk, "We -know- what you're like." His eyes looked sideways as he addressed his boss - his intention: to invoke Jennifer's short temper.
Nina just raised her eyebrows. She could see she was going to have to deal with these two...
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
By Request: Her Pink Mistress (Part 1)
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For & inspired by the pink-haired Miss Kc...
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Adele blew, sending a soft wave of air floating between her toes. She was painting her toe-nails a fresh shade of "Petal Pink".
"That looks cute, Del," Fiona remarked, smiling. Fiona was Adele's best friend and they were enjoying a quiet night of bubbling wine and pampering together.
"Are you sure your step-mom doesn't mind you having me over?" Adele asked. Fiona's step-mother, Jane, was known to be fairly strict sometimes, even though she was only 25 - barely older than Fiona herself.
It was mostly these reasons that led Fiona to dislike her. She suspected that Jane had married her father for his money, and she was disappointed in him for falling for Jane's seduction. Leather, lace and big red lips, thought Fiona. How obvious could you get? Still, her father had eaten it up, and they were married within months.
But Adele was intrigued by Jane, with her bright pink hair, and tight, laced bodices that poked above the buttoned cardigans she often wore. Jane seemed to walk everywhere with purpose, with confidence. Adele could see why Fiona's father liked her...
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Adele blew, sending a soft wave of air floating between her toes. She was painting her toe-nails a fresh shade of "Petal Pink".
"That looks cute, Del," Fiona remarked, smiling. Fiona was Adele's best friend and they were enjoying a quiet night of bubbling wine and pampering together.
"Are you sure your step-mom doesn't mind you having me over?" Adele asked. Fiona's step-mother, Jane, was known to be fairly strict sometimes, even though she was only 25 - barely older than Fiona herself.
It was mostly these reasons that led Fiona to dislike her. She suspected that Jane had married her father for his money, and she was disappointed in him for falling for Jane's seduction. Leather, lace and big red lips, thought Fiona. How obvious could you get? Still, her father had eaten it up, and they were married within months.
But Adele was intrigued by Jane, with her bright pink hair, and tight, laced bodices that poked above the buttoned cardigans she often wore. Jane seemed to walk everywhere with purpose, with confidence. Adele could see why Fiona's father liked her...
Guest Writer Demon Ted: Hotels & Handcuffs
This story was submitted to me by my good friend, Demon Ted, and edited by me.
For all you male subs and female dommes out there, I think you will enjoy!
Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil
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She came shooting down the road in her not-quite-paid-off 1998 Honda Civic - cigarette in mouth, windows rolled down, going 50 in the 35mph zone. She was late for work again, but didn't seem to care.
Lisa worked at a hotel, cleaning rooms. Hotel 5 wasn't exactly the best place to stay, unless you like crackhead parties and 10 dollar hookers, but it was a job.
For all you male subs and female dommes out there, I think you will enjoy!
Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil
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She came shooting down the road in her not-quite-paid-off 1998 Honda Civic - cigarette in mouth, windows rolled down, going 50 in the 35mph zone. She was late for work again, but didn't seem to care.
Lisa worked at a hotel, cleaning rooms. Hotel 5 wasn't exactly the best place to stay, unless you like crackhead parties and 10 dollar hookers, but it was a job.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
By Request: Come into my office...
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Requested by M, but I hope you'll all enjoy.
Got your own story request? Send an email to: ljpane@gmail.com
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He hung up the phone, dejectedly. The Swanson account. He couldn't believe he'd lost it. What had he done wrong? Had he not paid enough attention to the clients? He racked his brains trying to think of where he'd gone wrong.
His friend from Accounting was obviously first to hear, Mike realised, seeing his friend George marching down the hall towards his desk.
"Tough break on the Swanson account, Mike," George consoled, offering a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Hanson's gonna break your balls over this one - look out".
And he was right. No more than 10 seconds after George passed by did Mike's desk phone ring again. It was Nina Hanson, his boss. And she was mad. Two minutes. Her office. Shit...
Got your own story request? Send an email to: ljpane@gmail.com
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He hung up the phone, dejectedly. The Swanson account. He couldn't believe he'd lost it. What had he done wrong? Had he not paid enough attention to the clients? He racked his brains trying to think of where he'd gone wrong.
His friend from Accounting was obviously first to hear, Mike realised, seeing his friend George marching down the hall towards his desk.
"Tough break on the Swanson account, Mike," George consoled, offering a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Hanson's gonna break your balls over this one - look out".
And he was right. No more than 10 seconds after George passed by did Mike's desk phone ring again. It was Nina Hanson, his boss. And she was mad. Two minutes. Her office. Shit...
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