janeyruth
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Looking for female co-authors. Must be kinky, creative, imaginative and capable of multi-paragraph posts at least once per week. PM if interested.
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Helga & Kay
It was November at Somerset College, one of the few remaining all-women institutions of higher learning. Helga Valkyrie, 38, attractive in her signature navy blue business suit, walked with a spring in her step out of the conference room. She smiled. As well she should. As Dean for the past five years, she had presided over a doubling of the Arts & Science undergrad student body from 2,000 to 4,000. And the Board of Directors had just this morning rewarded her with a new five-year contract with generous benefits.
Those five years had not been easy. Some on the Board had criticized her refusal to go co-ed. Opening the campus to male applicants was the wave of the future, they said. Think of the extra cash, think of the added revenue, think of the bottom line, they said. But Helga trusted her instincts and stayed the course. She was sure there was a niche market out there for small liberal-arts institutions that chose to remain “women-only.” And she was right. Conservative families, apprehensive about reports of chaotic conditions in the new co-ed dorms at many colleges and universities, resolved to send their daughters to schools like Somerset.
Helga’s secretary, Kay Floss, 22, rushed up.
“Just in case you forgot, Ma’am.”
“What?”
“Performance Evaluation Reports are due end of next week.”
“Damn! You’re right. I did forget.”
Performance Evaluations. Every organization, including colleges, used them to justify salary increases for employees who excel and to document weaknesses and areas for improvement in those who perform at substandard level. Each Report had to be signed off by Helga. It was a requirement. It was also a pain in the butt!
Helga sighed.
“All right, I suppose we better get started.”
“Who do you want to see first, Ma’am?”
Helga turned to Kay with a wicked grin.
“I think we’ll start with you.”
She ran her hand lightly over Kay’s bottom and turned on her heel and walked off, leaving the girl standing there, open-mouthed.
Kay Floss. Poor silly little Kay. Helga grinned. Kay had been her secretary for two months now. After Debbie the Ditz quit to get married, Board member Art Floss basically jammed Kay down Helga’s throat. Art, sixty-eight years old and a millionaire investment banker, all but ordered Somerset to hire his daughter, despite the fact she couldn’t type worth a damn. Everyone thought Helga would retaliate by scheming to find a way to get Kay fired or transferred to grounds maintenance. Everyone was wrong. Because the fact was, Kay Floss was the best piece of ass Helga ever fucked. And Helga had fucked girls all over the world.
Helga licked her lips. Her pace quickened, as she visualized the hoops through which she'd make Kay go in the next hour and a half. She could already taste her, already hear her cute little yelp as the whip smacked against her bare behind. Oh God! Suddenly she felt a tiny squirt of anticipation.
“Yes, a perfect day all around. First the new contract. And second, sweet silly little Kay. Do I deserve this? Of course I do. I earned it.”
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Helga & Kay
It was November at Somerset College, one of the few remaining all-women institutions of higher learning. Helga Valkyrie, 38, attractive in her signature navy blue business suit, walked with a spring in her step out of the conference room. She smiled. As well she should. As Dean for the past five years, she had presided over a doubling of the Arts & Science undergrad student body from 2,000 to 4,000. And the Board of Directors had just this morning rewarded her with a new five-year contract with generous benefits.
Those five years had not been easy. Some on the Board had criticized her refusal to go co-ed. Opening the campus to male applicants was the wave of the future, they said. Think of the extra cash, think of the added revenue, think of the bottom line, they said. But Helga trusted her instincts and stayed the course. She was sure there was a niche market out there for small liberal-arts institutions that chose to remain “women-only.” And she was right. Conservative families, apprehensive about reports of chaotic conditions in the new co-ed dorms at many colleges and universities, resolved to send their daughters to schools like Somerset.
Helga’s secretary, Kay Floss, 22, rushed up.
“Just in case you forgot, Ma’am.”
“What?”
“Performance Evaluation Reports are due end of next week.”
“Damn! You’re right. I did forget.”
Performance Evaluations. Every organization, including colleges, used them to justify salary increases for employees who excel and to document weaknesses and areas for improvement in those who perform at substandard level. Each Report had to be signed off by Helga. It was a requirement. It was also a pain in the butt!
Helga sighed.
“All right, I suppose we better get started.”
“Who do you want to see first, Ma’am?”
Helga turned to Kay with a wicked grin.
“I think we’ll start with you.”
She ran her hand lightly over Kay’s bottom and turned on her heel and walked off, leaving the girl standing there, open-mouthed.
Kay Floss. Poor silly little Kay. Helga grinned. Kay had been her secretary for two months now. After Debbie the Ditz quit to get married, Board member Art Floss basically jammed Kay down Helga’s throat. Art, sixty-eight years old and a millionaire investment banker, all but ordered Somerset to hire his daughter, despite the fact she couldn’t type worth a damn. Everyone thought Helga would retaliate by scheming to find a way to get Kay fired or transferred to grounds maintenance. Everyone was wrong. Because the fact was, Kay Floss was the best piece of ass Helga ever fucked. And Helga had fucked girls all over the world.
Helga licked her lips. Her pace quickened, as she visualized the hoops through which she'd make Kay go in the next hour and a half. She could already taste her, already hear her cute little yelp as the whip smacked against her bare behind. Oh God! Suddenly she felt a tiny squirt of anticipation.
“Yes, a perfect day all around. First the new contract. And second, sweet silly little Kay. Do I deserve this? Of course I do. I earned it.”
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