Tie of Hope
Really Experienced
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- Mar 7, 2005
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OOC: A Boss and up to three Managers are needed. This is a forced situation.
Carmine DeForet
5'7", 100 lbs.
Small, lithe frame, D Cup, arabian ancestry.
Recently started a new job in a large photography company as secretary and graphic designer.
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Carmine knew she was beautiful. Her long, waist length, raven black hair was let down, the shimmer-shine of the woman's mane of black seeming to add more to her somewhat exotic appearance. Her skin was a nice bronze hue, her body full of lucious curves, even through the cloathing she wore. Sure, it was her first day at this new job, and the twenty year old knew no other way than to make a good impression. She was dressed in black, with a white, V cut blouse beneath a nice black velvet jacket, revealing a bit of the woman's cleavage, enough to add the words 'sexy' to her list. Make up seemed unnessecary for her, wide almond shaped emerald eyes seeming like two twin emeralds, along with delicate facial features and full, deep red lips. Her bottom consisted of a nice black skirt, a bit short, but fashionable. Wearing black high heels, she walked along the marble floor, carrying very easily a small black purse.
"Excuse me." She spoke smoothly to the man at the front desk. For a moment he stared blankly before breaking his face into a much too large grin.
"How may I help you ma'am?"
"I'm looking for the Conference Room, please." The man usered her to the elevator, setting it for floor seven. Carmine was somewhat excited about this job, it'd give her enough to pay for full state registration. Being an illegal imigrant, and a pretty one at that had it's perks...and a few quirks. She was well aware she had to be careful. But how hard could a secretary job in a massive business be? Certainly not that difficult, if she played her cards right. Waiting for the elevator to stop, she stepped out, halting at the door and fixing her skirt. This was it, the job she'd been waiting for. Raising a hand, she knocked three times softly.
Carmine DeForet
5'7", 100 lbs.
Small, lithe frame, D Cup, arabian ancestry.
Recently started a new job in a large photography company as secretary and graphic designer.
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Carmine knew she was beautiful. Her long, waist length, raven black hair was let down, the shimmer-shine of the woman's mane of black seeming to add more to her somewhat exotic appearance. Her skin was a nice bronze hue, her body full of lucious curves, even through the cloathing she wore. Sure, it was her first day at this new job, and the twenty year old knew no other way than to make a good impression. She was dressed in black, with a white, V cut blouse beneath a nice black velvet jacket, revealing a bit of the woman's cleavage, enough to add the words 'sexy' to her list. Make up seemed unnessecary for her, wide almond shaped emerald eyes seeming like two twin emeralds, along with delicate facial features and full, deep red lips. Her bottom consisted of a nice black skirt, a bit short, but fashionable. Wearing black high heels, she walked along the marble floor, carrying very easily a small black purse.
"Excuse me." She spoke smoothly to the man at the front desk. For a moment he stared blankly before breaking his face into a much too large grin.
"How may I help you ma'am?"
"I'm looking for the Conference Room, please." The man usered her to the elevator, setting it for floor seven. Carmine was somewhat excited about this job, it'd give her enough to pay for full state registration. Being an illegal imigrant, and a pretty one at that had it's perks...and a few quirks. She was well aware she had to be careful. But how hard could a secretary job in a massive business be? Certainly not that difficult, if she played her cards right. Waiting for the elevator to stop, she stepped out, halting at the door and fixing her skirt. This was it, the job she'd been waiting for. Raising a hand, she knocked three times softly.
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