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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o
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Black(maled) - 2 (MF, nc, intr)
BBS Rusty & Eaddies (c) 1989
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PART 2 - ONLY THE BEGINNING?
She stepped out of the elevator at exactly 8:55 Monday morning.
The Vice-President of Finance walked through the hallways, saying the
obligatory hello to everyone she passed. Her secretary already had a
steaming cup of coffee and her appointment book laid out the desk. After
opening her closet, Ann gazed inside. Last Thursday evening, she was in
this same spot, but for a different reason. Ann reflected on her
behavior and the events of that night. Things had changed since then.
She couldn't put a finger on what was different, but she had this gut
feeling that something was not the same.
"Oh well, I better get to work." she said, talking out loud to
herself.
"I know how you feel. It was all I could do to drag myself out
of bed this morning."
"Please don't sneak up on me like that." Ann told her secretary.
"Sorry. I'll wait until you've had your coffee, then come back."
"That's okay Tracy. What do you need?" Ann asked.
"I only wanted to let you know that I scheduled your
appointments for Tuesday and later as best I could. I figured that if
you're anything like me, you wouldn't want people bothering you the
first day after a long weekend. Today, you only have an 11:30 meeting
with Mr. More from Do-It-Right Janitors. I've already reserved the
conference room. He'll be here to renegotiate the building maintenance
contract. Don't worry about a time limit, you're the only one on the
list for the room all day. Other than him, you're free to kick back and
take it easy."
While stepping to her desk, Ann trembled slightly when Tracy
mentioned the word 'Janitors'.
"Thanks." Ann said and picked up her coffee.
Sitting down, she thought about her weekend. Nothing went right.
Ann got into a fight with her boyfriend and spent the weekend alone.
Within 1 hour after he arrived at her apartment late Thursday night,
they were yelling and shouting at each other. She gathered that his
extensive business trip wasn't as productive as he would have liked and
it seemed as though he was taking it out on her.
Setting her personal problems aside, Ann began to work on the
reports on her desk, the same reports she was suppose to complete last
Thursday night. Ann looked at her watch after closing the last folder.
It was 11:20. Ann buzzed Tracy, asked her for a few things, and
proceeded next door to the conference room.
"Here are the files you wanted. There's several invoices that
haven't been paid. Accounting wouldn't disperse the funds until they
have your approval." she told her boss.
"Thanks Trace." Ann said, opening the files and going through
them.
Mr. More arrived at 11:30 for his appointment. Tracy was
startled by his silent and sudden appearance. He stood towering over her
desk looking for Ann. Eternally the busy-body and not ever embarrassed,
Tracy asked him how tall he was.
"6 foot 10. And, before you ask, I don't play basketball. I can
think of better ways to work up a sweat." Sam answered and smiled.
Tracy chuckled at his joke then escorted him to the conference
room. Knocking once on the closed door, she followed Sam inside.
"Mr. More, this is Ann Sutter, our Vice President of Finance.
Can I get you anything before you start your meeting?" Tracy asked.
"Coffee, black, will be just fine dear." Sam said and took a
seat across from Ann at the large conference table.
Tracy couldn't help but notice the astonished look on Ann's face
when she saw Mr. More. Her boss was also turning a bright red and
suddenly became very nervous. Ann's reaction to the large man was
similar to her own, but Tracy doubted very much that Ann had the same
reason.
The silence and hostility between them lasted for 2 seconds
after Tracy left.
"I believe I can close these files for good. Any questions Mr.
More?"
"How do you want me to begin?" Sam asked.