This is a role-play, taking place in an office. It involves a boss who has been given the rather grim task of firing a young lady on his team for sending naughty messages through her work email.
I will be playing the boss. His name will be Jack Doriety. He's thirty-two and recently married. He's good at his job, treats his team fairly and is generally well-regarded by the higher-ups. He's a rather blunt man, not unkind, but firm about what he wants.
As for the young woman, I see her as being in her twenties, good at her job and very professional (at least on the surface). I'll leave her personality open, as well as her name and exact age. Please drop me a line if you're interested in playing her.
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Managing a team and meeting sales quotas was mind-numbing enough without the added complication of dealing with the sexually depraved emails of staff members. But, for better or worse, that was exactly what I needed to do today.
In all honesty I didn't feel comfortable reading another person's intimate emails and punishing them for what I perceived as a bit of harmless fun. But head office, sanctimonious as ever, didn't agree. Their position was clear: Work email accounts weren't to be used to send sexually explicit messages to unknown third parties.
I had received a call earlier that morning, telling me the young woman responsible for these emails was to be fired for her misconduct. This wasn't the first time such a vile task had fallen into my lap, but apparently I had a knack for firing people. The young woman in question was fairly new, having only started about a month ago. However, she had already shown herself to be a good and diligent worker: Very professional and very beautiful as well. Firing her certainly wouldn't make me very popular with the rest of the team. It was no secret that practically every man in the office lusted after her. As for me? Well I was recently married and wasn't allowed to have those kinds of thoughts. I wasn't allowed to imagine what she might look like stripped down and bent over my desk. I wasn't allowed to get incredibly turned on reading those emails she'd been sending...
I had asked her to come in and see me at three o'clock in my office. It was almost three now. As far as I knew, she had no idea what any of this was about. This was sure to be shocking and mortifying for her and I didn't know what to expect. She had always been so composed, dignified and professional on the few occasions I'd spoken with her. A far cry from the wanton, insatiable little slut in those emails. The emails in question had all been printed out and now sat in a pile on my desk. There were about twenty pages worth of smut. Who she was emailing was anyone's guess. A boyfriend perhaps? Or maybe just someone she'd met online. Try as I might, I couldn't help but steal the occasional glance at them.
I waited, anxiously, for a knock at the door.
I will be playing the boss. His name will be Jack Doriety. He's thirty-two and recently married. He's good at his job, treats his team fairly and is generally well-regarded by the higher-ups. He's a rather blunt man, not unkind, but firm about what he wants.
As for the young woman, I see her as being in her twenties, good at her job and very professional (at least on the surface). I'll leave her personality open, as well as her name and exact age. Please drop me a line if you're interested in playing her.
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Managing a team and meeting sales quotas was mind-numbing enough without the added complication of dealing with the sexually depraved emails of staff members. But, for better or worse, that was exactly what I needed to do today.
In all honesty I didn't feel comfortable reading another person's intimate emails and punishing them for what I perceived as a bit of harmless fun. But head office, sanctimonious as ever, didn't agree. Their position was clear: Work email accounts weren't to be used to send sexually explicit messages to unknown third parties.
I had received a call earlier that morning, telling me the young woman responsible for these emails was to be fired for her misconduct. This wasn't the first time such a vile task had fallen into my lap, but apparently I had a knack for firing people. The young woman in question was fairly new, having only started about a month ago. However, she had already shown herself to be a good and diligent worker: Very professional and very beautiful as well. Firing her certainly wouldn't make me very popular with the rest of the team. It was no secret that practically every man in the office lusted after her. As for me? Well I was recently married and wasn't allowed to have those kinds of thoughts. I wasn't allowed to imagine what she might look like stripped down and bent over my desk. I wasn't allowed to get incredibly turned on reading those emails she'd been sending...
I had asked her to come in and see me at three o'clock in my office. It was almost three now. As far as I knew, she had no idea what any of this was about. This was sure to be shocking and mortifying for her and I didn't know what to expect. She had always been so composed, dignified and professional on the few occasions I'd spoken with her. A far cry from the wanton, insatiable little slut in those emails. The emails in question had all been printed out and now sat in a pile on my desk. There were about twenty pages worth of smut. Who she was emailing was anyone's guess. A boyfriend perhaps? Or maybe just someone she'd met online. Try as I might, I couldn't help but steal the occasional glance at them.
I waited, anxiously, for a knock at the door.
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