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Damn those long life batteries Copyright © Julian Renard 
"Why Eric, you haven't introduced your lovely wife to me yet."
Susan turned with a sweet smile to face the owner of the voice. Eric's reaction had told her instantly that this was his boss, or rather the boss; the man she had heard so much about. Introductions proceeded and Susan went through all the polite motions but in her mind she was appalled by the unconcealed sleaziness of the man. From the minute she had turned around he had hardly bothered to take his eyes from her exposed cleavage. When he did it was only to ogle the short hem of her cocktail dress. "My dear, you must honour me with the pleasure of a dance." He said to her breasts. It was phrased as a request but had the tone of a command. She sent a quick despairing look in Eric's direction but he simply stood there with a mischievous look on his face. She could have kicked him, for now she was certainly trapped. "I'd be delighted." She replied, determined at least to rise above this. She could play this game too if she had to. The Boss put his arm around her waist and herded her towards the small crowded dance floor where a slow dance was in progress. Plenty of obscurity here, she groaned inwardly. Comfortably concealed from view by the crowd and the dim lights, the boss's hand predictably slid down to her rest on her bottom. At the same instant Susan gasped and started to blush bright pink. Her reaction had nothing to do the Boss but he took as a sign of encouragement. Now she knew the reason behind Eric's mysterious look. Beneath her skirt tonight she had worn a pair of firm fitting, soft leather underwear. The complement to this rather unusual garment was a small remote control that was currently in Eric's jacket pocket. And the total sod had started to use it. As her bottom was cupped and stroked by her loathsome dance partner, the many soft rubber protrusions inside the briefs began to operate. Some were designed to delicately pulse and throb, whilst others were made to gently knead. The combined effect was devastating, even at the lowest intensity. How could Eric do this to her now? He well knew the effect this always had on her. The dance proceeded and the delicate, gentle actions gradually became more demanding and insistent. Susan's legs felt like rubber and she was forced to lean slightly against the horrible man for support, much to his delight. He, of course, assumed her reactions were due entirely to him. Such arrogance! The heat inside her grew rapidly and she feared that Eric might take her all the way. The very thought of coming to a climax in this man's arms was simply appalling. She couldn't even excuse herself and leave the floor, since she knew from experience that the simple movement of walking was often enough to take her over the edge. She was totally trapped - here in a room full of total strangers, nestled in the arms of a lecherous man much older than her, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She vowed that if she didn't die from embarrassment after this, she would dedicate herself to Eric's untimely demise. Copyright © 2000 Julian Renard.
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