Hostile Takeover (Closed for Ryanmo97 and southern_slut)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan worked at the law firm of Isabel Bonaire: Attorney at Law as a paralegal. It was a small law firm of several lawyers but Isabel was the only named partner. It was Friday and Ryan was hoping he could finish his regular work before the work week ended, and get out of the office without Isabel catching him. She was always dumping work on him at the last minute. He hardly had any time to go out any more because a lot of nights he had to stay home and do the extra work. But not this weekend, he was going out of town to a little cabin up in the mountains and just relax. He had been planning this for months.

He finished up the last of his paper work and he looked at the clock and saw it was 5:00 PM. He smiled as he started to pack up his stuff. He just picked up his jacket and his bag when the phone rang, "SHIT!" he thought to himself. He picked up the phone, "Ryan Morris..." it was her, his face dropped. She wanted to see him before he left "Yes, Miss Bonaire." He hung up the phone and went to her office and knocked on the door. He turned and watch as everyone else started filing out of the building for their weekend.
 
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Isabel Bonaire:
29 years old
Raven hair with blue eyes
5'6"
120lbs
Thin yet in a healthy way. With 34C breasts and plenty of hip.

There's a hesitant rap at the door, it speaks volumes of "I really don't want to go in there." All the same Isabel peers over her glasses and calls out for the person to come in.

"Oh, Ryan, yes. Dreadful news. The pretrial hearing for Ms. Connors is on Monday, not Thursday. I'll need you to go over the notes and the evidence for this weekend. I will not allow any mistakes this time."

Truth be told Ryan didn't make mistakes, nothing I really needed to notice anyways. Still if I let him know he's doing well he'll just become complacent or ask for a raise or something foolish. The pained look in his eyes, the hesitation, god I honestly do enjoy that part too.

"Is there a problem with that? HR has a stack of resumes, people dying to replace you. Say 'Yes Ms. Bonaire' or consider this your two weeks notice."
 
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Needless to say, Ryan was disappointed that he had to work on his weekend but he could get done on Saturday and enjoy his Sunday. He was worried that she was going to make him come in on Saturday. "Yes Ms. Bonaire..." He picked the files up off her desk and headed to the door.
 
"Oh no. Given the nature of the case the files are to be secured and locked inside the office. You can't take them home, they have to stay here. Believe me I don't like the idea of waking up early to let you in tomorrow morning either. Or Sunday for that matter, we have 23 witnesses on the paperwork from the prosecution and we need to learn as much as we can. Or is that too much for you?"

Then came the look Isabel knew so well. The glare down the tip of the nose like they wanted to drive a pick into her head right there. Too few people ever stood up to Isabel and she knows this. Being the head of the firm with such a sterling reputation was enough to go to anyone's head.
 
Ryan couldn't believe it... his whole weekend was gone. He was furious. This was the last straw... "You Bitch!" he yelled. He went up to her desk and went around to her side he turn her and grabbed her by the lapels of her jacket and pulled her to her feet and he looked her right in the eyes. "I bet you knew about this all day... You knew I was going out of town this weekend!"
 
"I also know that this, right here, is aggravated battery. Grounds for immediate termination and a restraining order. Leave now or security will see you out."

A smirk curled at the edges of her lips, her eyes cold behind the frames of her glasses. This was all the more perfect. A shame to lose such an employee yet everyone else would see that you don't touch the woman in charge.
 
Ryan smiled, "It's 5:00 PM on Friday. Security is gone... It's just you and Me, Isabel. We are the only ones here... And, there is something I've always wanted to do to you... Something that you should have had a long time ago..." He sat down down in her chair, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her across his lap. He found the zipper on her skirt and started to lower it. He couldn't wait to see what kind of panties she was wearing.
 
"What?! No! Fuck!"

Desperately reaching for the can of mace she kept taped under the desk in case of clients who became out of control. Her fingers fumbled and pulled at it, until it fell free and onto the floor.

"Shit! Get off of me you ass!"
 
Ryan had lowed the zipper on her skirt, as far as it would go, when he heard the can of mace fall to the floor. He looked down and saw it, "Naughty, Naughty..." He picked it up and slipped it in his blazer pocked.Then, he went back to getting her skirt off. Ryan couldn't wait to see what kind of panties she was wearing. He used both hands to slide the skirt off her hips and on to the floor.
 
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