Hello :)


well, well. just the other day i wrote something that pic could have inspired.

:D

Mrs Scanlon’s voice brings Peter fully into the present.

From behind her desk Mrs Scanlon examines him over the rims of her spectacles. It’s a severe look, intimidating, the kind of scrutiny a particularly strict schoolmarm might deploy when enforcing discipline on the unruly. “Hello, Peter,” she says, rising from the plush executive chair.
 
Naughty smile xxxx

well, damn. as in:

Peter’s eyes move from the clearly defined, pebble-sized protrusions of Mrs Scanlon’s nipples, his appraisal sweeping down to her tight waist and the feminine swell of her hips covered in a cream skirt, the hem of which almost sweeps the floor. It’s likely, Peter believes, that beneath the skirt the woman is wearing stockings, most probably attached to a decorative suspender belt. None of that Ann Summers stuff, mind, something up-market and correspondingly expensive.

When he looks up again Peter sees one corner of Mrs Scanlon’s mouth is lifted in a half smile, a predatory look enhanced by blue eyes sparkling with inner devilment, her expression greedy.
 
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