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Sam
OOC: OK, HippieChick....new to the boards and now a first big challenge - playing around a character who isn't here. (Mistress Honey) Ready?
IC: I watched as Henry loaded the equipment into the van, before realizing that KC was talking to me. Turning my attention to her, she started to explain that my job would be to assist her and Henry, and to think of ways in which to word the story. KC had picked up some notes on her way out the door, and climbed into the back seat of the van to go over them before arriving at the big story.
We would have a little ways to go, and morning hour traffic would be kicking in soon. I climbed up into the front seat, and Henry quickly followed by taking up residence in the driver's seat.
"Hey, think we got time to stop and pick up some coffee?"
I wasn't sure if Henry's request was out of line or not, so I said nothing.
From the backseat, we heard KC mumble, "Uh-huh, sure, if you want to, but make it quick."
Henry looked at me.
"You up for a cup of coffee before we hit the road?"
"Yeah, sure, why not?"
The last thing I needed at the moment was caffeine, but, hey, opportunities like don't come along all the time.
OOC: OK, HippieChick....new to the boards and now a first big challenge - playing around a character who isn't here. (Mistress Honey) Ready?
IC: I watched as Henry loaded the equipment into the van, before realizing that KC was talking to me. Turning my attention to her, she started to explain that my job would be to assist her and Henry, and to think of ways in which to word the story. KC had picked up some notes on her way out the door, and climbed into the back seat of the van to go over them before arriving at the big story.
We would have a little ways to go, and morning hour traffic would be kicking in soon. I climbed up into the front seat, and Henry quickly followed by taking up residence in the driver's seat.
"Hey, think we got time to stop and pick up some coffee?"
I wasn't sure if Henry's request was out of line or not, so I said nothing.
From the backseat, we heard KC mumble, "Uh-huh, sure, if you want to, but make it quick."
Henry looked at me.
"You up for a cup of coffee before we hit the road?"
"Yeah, sure, why not?"
The last thing I needed at the moment was caffeine, but, hey, opportunities like don't come along all the time.
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Allie
Walker mentioned the fact that he was going to head to makeup, and when he gave me that sly wink, I said ,"OK, let's head on down that way." I tell you, he was smooth - he knew how to play most women like he was playing a piano. I had fallen prey to him in our prior jobs, but I was determined that he would not put me under his spell again. However, he might be good for a little fun now and then - after all, I'm the boss now.
As we walked out, we passed Kelly, the young lady I had hired to take over as the weather girl. Miller stopped to make one of his never-ending comments to her, and then we headed down toward his little office near the makeup area. "Kelly, we need to get together later and discuss a few things if that's OK. Come find me after our broadcast is over." She replied that she would - I just felt the need to warn her of some of the things she might encounter in this business. She seemed to be a smart girl, she was a hard worker, and she definitely had the looks to be on camera, but sometimes she seemed clueless about the ways of the world. I did like her very much, and when the other weather girl had to leave the station due to her illness, I quickly moved Kelly into the position.
As I left Kelly's desk, I was sure I felt Miller's hand run over my ass - accidental or intentional, I wasn't quite sure, but I had a good guess.....
Walker mentioned the fact that he was going to head to makeup, and when he gave me that sly wink, I said ,"OK, let's head on down that way." I tell you, he was smooth - he knew how to play most women like he was playing a piano. I had fallen prey to him in our prior jobs, but I was determined that he would not put me under his spell again. However, he might be good for a little fun now and then - after all, I'm the boss now.
As we walked out, we passed Kelly, the young lady I had hired to take over as the weather girl. Miller stopped to make one of his never-ending comments to her, and then we headed down toward his little office near the makeup area. "Kelly, we need to get together later and discuss a few things if that's OK. Come find me after our broadcast is over." She replied that she would - I just felt the need to warn her of some of the things she might encounter in this business. She seemed to be a smart girl, she was a hard worker, and she definitely had the looks to be on camera, but sometimes she seemed clueless about the ways of the world. I did like her very much, and when the other weather girl had to leave the station due to her illness, I quickly moved Kelly into the position.
As I left Kelly's desk, I was sure I felt Miller's hand run over my ass - accidental or intentional, I wasn't quite sure, but I had a good guess.....
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Henry
OOC: Ah, challenges. I'm not quite sure what the etiquette is for this sort of situation. Do we attempt to write her out temporarily, or do we just take control (making sure not to make any major decisions for her, of course)?
IC:
Loading and unloading the van was my least favorite part of this job. But the rest of being out on the streets was generally fun. You had to think on your feet because you didn't always know where the action was going to come from.
When I turned around, I realized that both girls had already shown up. I caught Sam looking my way and smiled. KC was apparently lecturing her on something or other. You wouldn't go wrong with KC as a teacher.
When I got into my seat, I saw that Sam had taken the seat next to me, and KC positioned herself in the back. It'd be hard to talk to her back there once we got into traffic. But that's okay, I thought as I glanced down at Sam's legs. Her skirt had ridden up a little bit, and the slit down the side showed a fair amount of skin.
"Hey, think we got time to stop and pick up some coffee?" I asked. KC acquiessed and I put the van in drive.
Sam and I chit-chatted a little bit on the way to the donut shop (they have good coffee, what can I say). I kept looking down at her legs...or her cleavage. This could be a very distracting job. Not that I was complaining.
I took orders from everybody and brought back the coffees. Pretty soon we were on the freeway, and even sooner we were stuck in traffic. The cars were backed up as far as the eye could see, and nobody was moving.
"Great. Just great. Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant."
OOC: Ah, challenges. I'm not quite sure what the etiquette is for this sort of situation. Do we attempt to write her out temporarily, or do we just take control (making sure not to make any major decisions for her, of course)?
IC:
Loading and unloading the van was my least favorite part of this job. But the rest of being out on the streets was generally fun. You had to think on your feet because you didn't always know where the action was going to come from.
When I turned around, I realized that both girls had already shown up. I caught Sam looking my way and smiled. KC was apparently lecturing her on something or other. You wouldn't go wrong with KC as a teacher.
When I got into my seat, I saw that Sam had taken the seat next to me, and KC positioned herself in the back. It'd be hard to talk to her back there once we got into traffic. But that's okay, I thought as I glanced down at Sam's legs. Her skirt had ridden up a little bit, and the slit down the side showed a fair amount of skin.
"Hey, think we got time to stop and pick up some coffee?" I asked. KC acquiessed and I put the van in drive.
Sam and I chit-chatted a little bit on the way to the donut shop (they have good coffee, what can I say). I kept looking down at her legs...or her cleavage. This could be a very distracting job. Not that I was complaining.
I took orders from everybody and brought back the coffees. Pretty soon we were on the freeway, and even sooner we were stuck in traffic. The cars were backed up as far as the eye could see, and nobody was moving.
"Great. Just great. Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant."
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Nash Savage...Station Manager
OOC...Sorry for the late appearence everybody.
Nash Savage, the new Station Manager. Retired
Military, a former Ranger. He's been hired by the Station Owner, Stanford Sneed to bring some order to KCXY, the most unprofitable radio station on the West Coast.
Sneed's wife, Savage's former Mistress Gertrude has pressed this choice on her weak kneed husband. Major Savage has had no previous experience running anything beyond a platoon of M1 tanks.
Sneed has however managed to foist off on Savage his nubile niece the vaccuous Misty Keene as his private Secretary. In appearence Nash is not unhandsome in a brutal, aggresive, bullish way.
He is a solid six feet of muscle and no one dares say a word about the grey that is beginning to sprinkle through the hair on his manly chest.
(I will be needing a Miss Keene)
IC...
The olive drab hummvee with Major Savage in stenciled block letters on the front license plate screeched to a stop in front of the Station.
He was pissed. He was nearly always pissed though. Being pissed was a way of life.
He looked at his watch 5:45 AM!
Where the Hell was everybody! Not the least of which was Miss Keene his new Secretary. She had the paperwork for the "GamePlan" he was about to lay on all the incompetant wimps that made up the Station Staff.
Suddenly an old man in an ill fitting Security Guards uniform rounded the corner and stared in amazement at the pre-dawn intruder.
"YOU!" Screamed Savage,
The guard turned pale.
"You call yourself A Security Guard!
Damnit Man go put a crease in that shirt!
NOW!!!!"
OOC...Sorry for the late appearence everybody.
Nash Savage, the new Station Manager. Retired
Military, a former Ranger. He's been hired by the Station Owner, Stanford Sneed to bring some order to KCXY, the most unprofitable radio station on the West Coast.
Sneed's wife, Savage's former Mistress Gertrude has pressed this choice on her weak kneed husband. Major Savage has had no previous experience running anything beyond a platoon of M1 tanks.
Sneed has however managed to foist off on Savage his nubile niece the vaccuous Misty Keene as his private Secretary. In appearence Nash is not unhandsome in a brutal, aggresive, bullish way.
He is a solid six feet of muscle and no one dares say a word about the grey that is beginning to sprinkle through the hair on his manly chest.
(I will be needing a Miss Keene)
IC...
The olive drab hummvee with Major Savage in stenciled block letters on the front license plate screeched to a stop in front of the Station.
He was pissed. He was nearly always pissed though. Being pissed was a way of life.
He looked at his watch 5:45 AM!
Where the Hell was everybody! Not the least of which was Miss Keene his new Secretary. She had the paperwork for the "GamePlan" he was about to lay on all the incompetant wimps that made up the Station Staff.
Suddenly an old man in an ill fitting Security Guards uniform rounded the corner and stared in amazement at the pre-dawn intruder.
"YOU!" Screamed Savage,
The guard turned pale.
"You call yourself A Security Guard!
Damnit Man go put a crease in that shirt!
NOW!!!!"
Sam
OOC: HippieChick, in a situation like this, where Mistress Honey will be gone only a few days, we write around her. We may need to move her character a little, maybe create a few simple lines of dialgue to keep the story going, but we make no major decisions for her, nor do we put her into situations - i.e. when she returns, she is suddenly in the midst of a sex scene. We keep her character as open as possible, to allow her the most freedom when she returns.
In other words.....pretend she is still here, but has suddenly become somewhat quiet and remote for the time being.
IC: I smiled my thanks at Henry when he brought us the coffee back, and sat quietly sipping the delicious brew as we made our way onto the freeway. KC has had grown very quiet in the back, and I turn around in the seat to ask if there was something I could do to help.
"No, I'm sorry, Sam, not at them moment. Just studying the notes for this one, thinking of some possible questions. Thanks anyway. When I have something a little more solidified, I'll discuss it with you."
I shrug my shoulders and turn around to the front, accidently bumped Henry's knee, and almost spilling both our coffee.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Henry! God, I can be such a clutz sometimes."
I chuckle at myself, while I place my hand on his knee.
"You're going to live, though I take it? Didn't hurt ya too bad?"
I could tell he was upset with the traffic we were in, and I hoped my stab at humor would at least bring a smile or a chuckle. But, damn, that was a nice feeling knee he had!
OOC: HippieChick, in a situation like this, where Mistress Honey will be gone only a few days, we write around her. We may need to move her character a little, maybe create a few simple lines of dialgue to keep the story going, but we make no major decisions for her, nor do we put her into situations - i.e. when she returns, she is suddenly in the midst of a sex scene. We keep her character as open as possible, to allow her the most freedom when she returns.
In other words.....pretend she is still here, but has suddenly become somewhat quiet and remote for the time being.
IC: I smiled my thanks at Henry when he brought us the coffee back, and sat quietly sipping the delicious brew as we made our way onto the freeway. KC has had grown very quiet in the back, and I turn around in the seat to ask if there was something I could do to help.
"No, I'm sorry, Sam, not at them moment. Just studying the notes for this one, thinking of some possible questions. Thanks anyway. When I have something a little more solidified, I'll discuss it with you."
I shrug my shoulders and turn around to the front, accidently bumped Henry's knee, and almost spilling both our coffee.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Henry! God, I can be such a clutz sometimes."
I chuckle at myself, while I place my hand on his knee.
"You're going to live, though I take it? Didn't hurt ya too bad?"
I could tell he was upset with the traffic we were in, and I hoped my stab at humor would at least bring a smile or a chuckle. But, damn, that was a nice feeling knee he had!
Misty Keene
She watched him through narrowed violet colored eyes. So that was the man she was assigned to watch. She took a glance at her diamond studded Rolex watch, 5:45 am. As usual she was right on time but if she showed up now, her identity as an airhead secretary would be negated.
She watched as the Major verbally terrified the poor unfortunate security guard before storming into the station. She couldn’t believe headquarters assigned her to this ridiculous job. Even worse than pretending to be a secretary was her ludicrous cover as the station owner’s nymphomaniac airhead niece. Ditzy and dumb, she could pull off but the sex-crazed female part was going to be a little bit harder.
Her assignment was still hazy at best but her orders were clear. Keep an eye on the Major and report all his activities regardless of their significance. She looked at her watch again, 6:15 am. Thirty minutes should be sufficiently late for her.
She slammed the door on her truck and smoothly entered the station through the side door. She paused and straightened her attire. She was a small person, barely 5’3”. Though she was small, her body was long and willowy and gave her a sense of height. She had narrow shoulders, and long exquisite limbs, small feet and hands.
She had a graceful neck that tapered down to a bosom that was in keeping with the rest of her, small yet perfectly formed. She was athletic yet she looked deceptively delicate. Her hair was raven black and braided into a long thick rope that fell past her hips. She wore a smooth peach colored silk blouse paired with a modest black skirt that skimmed two inches above her knees. Simple low heeled black leather pumps graced her small feet.
She pulled loose a few strands of hair before pushing the office door open. She plastered a silly smile on her face and chirped cheerfully, “Good Morning!”
She giggled as she walked up to the Major. She made sure she stumbled as she approached him. Her small hand shot straight out to grab his as she pumped his arm vigorously up and down, “You must be Major Savage! I’m Misty. Misty Keene!”
She watched him through narrowed violet colored eyes. So that was the man she was assigned to watch. She took a glance at her diamond studded Rolex watch, 5:45 am. As usual she was right on time but if she showed up now, her identity as an airhead secretary would be negated.
She watched as the Major verbally terrified the poor unfortunate security guard before storming into the station. She couldn’t believe headquarters assigned her to this ridiculous job. Even worse than pretending to be a secretary was her ludicrous cover as the station owner’s nymphomaniac airhead niece. Ditzy and dumb, she could pull off but the sex-crazed female part was going to be a little bit harder.
Her assignment was still hazy at best but her orders were clear. Keep an eye on the Major and report all his activities regardless of their significance. She looked at her watch again, 6:15 am. Thirty minutes should be sufficiently late for her.
She slammed the door on her truck and smoothly entered the station through the side door. She paused and straightened her attire. She was a small person, barely 5’3”. Though she was small, her body was long and willowy and gave her a sense of height. She had narrow shoulders, and long exquisite limbs, small feet and hands.
She had a graceful neck that tapered down to a bosom that was in keeping with the rest of her, small yet perfectly formed. She was athletic yet she looked deceptively delicate. Her hair was raven black and braided into a long thick rope that fell past her hips. She wore a smooth peach colored silk blouse paired with a modest black skirt that skimmed two inches above her knees. Simple low heeled black leather pumps graced her small feet.
She pulled loose a few strands of hair before pushing the office door open. She plastered a silly smile on her face and chirped cheerfully, “Good Morning!”
She giggled as she walked up to the Major. She made sure she stumbled as she approached him. Her small hand shot straight out to grab his as she pumped his arm vigorously up and down, “You must be Major Savage! I’m Misty. Misty Keene!”
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OOC...Since we seem to have a timing disfunction (my fault)let me predate my arrival and Miss Keene's to the morning before the action starts.
We arrive to find an empty station as per post. But shortly afterwards The News Director, KC and the rest report in, handshakes all around and just as Savage is about to make his little speech, the Big Story breaks and KC and the crew head out.
Savage a man of action, scoops up Misty and heads out to follow the News crew but of course gets lost! He now returns in a very sulky mood.
IC...
"Miss Keene please get The News Director on the line for me."
Savage thumbed the intercom and waited...and waited.
"Miss Keene!"
The voice came like small lilting bells,
"Who did you say Major?"
"The News Director!...The News Director, Miss Keene"
"Oh...Who's she?'
"Wha...unh, wait a minute."
Savage began to rummage through the papers on the cluttered desk, knocking over the rollidex and a bottle of Mountain Dew with three day old Marlboro butts inside.
"DAMN!"
"What Major Savage?"
He threw the intercom on the floor, stomped it to death and cleared his desk off with one sweep of his muscular arm.
Taking ten deep breaths he stood and walked calmly to the door.
"Miss Keene," he said, "Please come in my office for a moment if you don't mind."
We arrive to find an empty station as per post. But shortly afterwards The News Director, KC and the rest report in, handshakes all around and just as Savage is about to make his little speech, the Big Story breaks and KC and the crew head out.
Savage a man of action, scoops up Misty and heads out to follow the News crew but of course gets lost! He now returns in a very sulky mood.
IC...
"Miss Keene please get The News Director on the line for me."
Savage thumbed the intercom and waited...and waited.
"Miss Keene!"
The voice came like small lilting bells,
"Who did you say Major?"
"The News Director!...The News Director, Miss Keene"
"Oh...Who's she?'
"Wha...unh, wait a minute."
Savage began to rummage through the papers on the cluttered desk, knocking over the rollidex and a bottle of Mountain Dew with three day old Marlboro butts inside.
"DAMN!"
"What Major Savage?"
He threw the intercom on the floor, stomped it to death and cleared his desk off with one sweep of his muscular arm.
Taking ten deep breaths he stood and walked calmly to the door.
"Miss Keene," he said, "Please come in my office for a moment if you don't mind."
Misty Keene
She glared at her computer screen. She hated working with obsolete hardware. The Major had her typing out inane letters to several advertising executives. It took immense effort on her part to resist correcting and actually making the letter first rate. She had to play her part as the silly twit and therefore typed the letters word for word using one well-manicured finger.
She even managed to successfully fumble his request for the News Director. Perhaps this assignment was going to be easy after all. She had one finger poised over her keyboard when he called her. For a spit second her eyes studied him intensely before she quickly fluttered them to peer up at him innocently.
She gave him a dazzling smile along with a giggle, “I’ll be right there, let me get my notepad.”
She made a big show of looking for a pen and then when she found it she purposefully left her notepad behind. She held the pen up to him and giggled again, “Oh dear! I have the pen but I forgot the notepad!” She quickly retrieved the fallen notebook under her desk and at the same time discreetly hid one of the bugs she needed to plant in his office.
She brushed him lightly with her hip as she walked past to enter his office. Her eyes widened at the mess on the floor. She stepped gingerly over the papers to perch on the edge of one of the office chairs. She crossed her legs at her ankles and showed him that she was ready to take notes, “What do you need me to do?”
She glared at her computer screen. She hated working with obsolete hardware. The Major had her typing out inane letters to several advertising executives. It took immense effort on her part to resist correcting and actually making the letter first rate. She had to play her part as the silly twit and therefore typed the letters word for word using one well-manicured finger.
She even managed to successfully fumble his request for the News Director. Perhaps this assignment was going to be easy after all. She had one finger poised over her keyboard when he called her. For a spit second her eyes studied him intensely before she quickly fluttered them to peer up at him innocently.
She gave him a dazzling smile along with a giggle, “I’ll be right there, let me get my notepad.”
She made a big show of looking for a pen and then when she found it she purposefully left her notepad behind. She held the pen up to him and giggled again, “Oh dear! I have the pen but I forgot the notepad!” She quickly retrieved the fallen notebook under her desk and at the same time discreetly hid one of the bugs she needed to plant in his office.
She brushed him lightly with her hip as she walked past to enter his office. Her eyes widened at the mess on the floor. She stepped gingerly over the papers to perch on the edge of one of the office chairs. She crossed her legs at her ankles and showed him that she was ready to take notes, “What do you need me to do?”
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Henry
Samantha was bent over, talking over something with KC in the back seat and I had a wonderful view of her round backside. It was less than a foot from my face. I leaned a little closer, hoping she might accidentally back up into me. I looked up and down at those amazing legs in...well, amazement. With her body this close to me, I could really make out her scent. Very womanly. I became slightly more uncomfortable in my pants, and I shifted about in my seat so as not to be so obvious.
It was during that instant of repositioning...the only moment that I hadn't been staring that she chose to turn around, banging up against my knee. She really didn't hit me hard, but I wasn't in the stablest of conditions and neither was she. I scrambled to keep my coffee from spilling all over the place. That was a close one.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Henry! God, I can be such a clutz sometimes."
My mind flooded with a million little fantasies at that point. Most of them involved this beautiful little clutz tipping into me and landing in my lap, or maybe spilling coffee on her blouse (and of course I have to help clean it up).
Then she put her hand on my leg, and I froze.
"You're going to live, though I take it? Didn't hurt ya too bad?"
Maybe it was just a joke, but no, her hand lingered a bit too long for that. Parts of my brain were screaming, "Don't be such a dumbass, Henry, she likes you!" I looked up from her hand to her face...and there was that gorgeous smile again. More screaming in my head: "Don't just gawk at her." God, who knows what sort of stupid face I'd just made. I quickly changed it to a smile. She blushed a bit and started to pull her hand away.
Before any parts of me tried to scream anything else, I placed my hand on top of hers, bringing it back to my knee and making sure it didn't get away just yet. The feeling of her hand on my knee was wonderful, and when I had her soft hand in mine, every part of me was concentrating on the sensation.
Eventually I did say something. "No, no...not hurt at all."
I looked her in the face for a moment and had enough foresight to put my coffee in the cup holder before I did something that had gotten me slapped with many a woman. I kissed her.
Samantha was bent over, talking over something with KC in the back seat and I had a wonderful view of her round backside. It was less than a foot from my face. I leaned a little closer, hoping she might accidentally back up into me. I looked up and down at those amazing legs in...well, amazement. With her body this close to me, I could really make out her scent. Very womanly. I became slightly more uncomfortable in my pants, and I shifted about in my seat so as not to be so obvious.
It was during that instant of repositioning...the only moment that I hadn't been staring that she chose to turn around, banging up against my knee. She really didn't hit me hard, but I wasn't in the stablest of conditions and neither was she. I scrambled to keep my coffee from spilling all over the place. That was a close one.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Henry! God, I can be such a clutz sometimes."
My mind flooded with a million little fantasies at that point. Most of them involved this beautiful little clutz tipping into me and landing in my lap, or maybe spilling coffee on her blouse (and of course I have to help clean it up).
Then she put her hand on my leg, and I froze.
"You're going to live, though I take it? Didn't hurt ya too bad?"
Maybe it was just a joke, but no, her hand lingered a bit too long for that. Parts of my brain were screaming, "Don't be such a dumbass, Henry, she likes you!" I looked up from her hand to her face...and there was that gorgeous smile again. More screaming in my head: "Don't just gawk at her." God, who knows what sort of stupid face I'd just made. I quickly changed it to a smile. She blushed a bit and started to pull her hand away.
Before any parts of me tried to scream anything else, I placed my hand on top of hers, bringing it back to my knee and making sure it didn't get away just yet. The feeling of her hand on my knee was wonderful, and when I had her soft hand in mine, every part of me was concentrating on the sensation.
Eventually I did say something. "No, no...not hurt at all."
I looked her in the face for a moment and had enough foresight to put my coffee in the cup holder before I did something that had gotten me slapped with many a woman. I kissed her.
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Nash Savage
"Ahhhhhh....."
Damn she was a pretty thing! How could someone like that be related to Snead!
"Yes...the News Director Miss Keene.
Who is she!" He finally snapped.
"Oh!...I thought you wanted..."
Was that a tear he saw swimming in her eye!
"I think it may be ummmm... Miss Mailstorm, Major....maybe"
"Mailstorm...Mailstorm..."
He didn't recall a Mailstorm on the employee list.
He reached for the intercom that he'd just reduced to a pile of broken plastic on the floor and growled, really growled.
"Gggrrrrrrr"
Misty Keene winced as Savage stood up from his desk brushed by her, flung open the door and yelled down the vacant corridor.
"MAILSTORM!...NEWS DIRECTOR PERSON!...In MY OFFICE NOW!!!!!.....Please."
It never hurt to be polite.
His secretary was dabbing at her big doe eyes with a kleenex when he sat down again.
Damn! He hated to see a woman cry, especially one with such pretty...knees.
"Uhhh...Miss Keene, I'm sorry. A little testy this morning is all.
Here..."
He pulled open a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
She looked at it and recrossed her legs.
"Guess you want a glass with it huh?"
He poured two fingers in a white styrofoam cup and pushed it across the desk towards her.
"Go ahead take a swig...Calm your nerves. Does mine anyway."
As she reached for it he noticed what beautiful hands she had. Small delicate hands, with long fingers and perfectly manicured nails. For a moment he imagined Kiko's hands on his....
NO!
He shook his head. No use in remembering that but he did loosen his tie and smile for the first time that morning.
OOC...Doing great Jazzi. If I put too many words in your mouth, please let me know.
OOC...I know the News Director is not Miss Mailstorm (sp) but the new management team is not to savvy.
"Ahhhhhh....."
Damn she was a pretty thing! How could someone like that be related to Snead!
"Yes...the News Director Miss Keene.
Who is she!" He finally snapped.
"Oh!...I thought you wanted..."
Was that a tear he saw swimming in her eye!
"I think it may be ummmm... Miss Mailstorm, Major....maybe"
"Mailstorm...Mailstorm..."
He didn't recall a Mailstorm on the employee list.
He reached for the intercom that he'd just reduced to a pile of broken plastic on the floor and growled, really growled.
"Gggrrrrrrr"
Misty Keene winced as Savage stood up from his desk brushed by her, flung open the door and yelled down the vacant corridor.
"MAILSTORM!...NEWS DIRECTOR PERSON!...In MY OFFICE NOW!!!!!.....Please."
It never hurt to be polite.
His secretary was dabbing at her big doe eyes with a kleenex when he sat down again.
Damn! He hated to see a woman cry, especially one with such pretty...knees.
"Uhhh...Miss Keene, I'm sorry. A little testy this morning is all.
Here..."
He pulled open a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
She looked at it and recrossed her legs.
"Guess you want a glass with it huh?"
He poured two fingers in a white styrofoam cup and pushed it across the desk towards her.
"Go ahead take a swig...Calm your nerves. Does mine anyway."
As she reached for it he noticed what beautiful hands she had. Small delicate hands, with long fingers and perfectly manicured nails. For a moment he imagined Kiko's hands on his....
NO!
He shook his head. No use in remembering that but he did loosen his tie and smile for the first time that morning.
OOC...Doing great Jazzi. If I put too many words in your mouth, please let me know.
OOC...I know the News Director is not Miss Mailstorm (sp) but the new management team is not to savvy.
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Misty Keene
She arched a delicate eyebrow as the Major handed her the cup. He offered her a drink in a Styrofoam cup? She resisted the urge to make a face of disgust. If it weren’t for her assignment she would have tossed the offending material away. She gave him one her most winsome smiles before drinking. She immediately began coughing as the liquid burned her throat.
She arched a delicate eyebrow as the Major handed her the cup. He offered her a drink in a Styrofoam cup? She resisted the urge to make a face of disgust. If it weren’t for her assignment she would have tossed the offending material away. She gave him one her most winsome smiles before drinking. She immediately began coughing as the liquid burned her throat.
Sam
Ok, ok, I reasoned with myself, maybe I am flirting with Henry just a bit. But one look into those baby blue eyes, and the thought of running my fingers through his blonde hair, and can anybody blame me?
I knew I was lingering with my hand on his knee a little longer than I should have, yet I was surprised when he grabbed my hand and placed it back on his knee. I knew I was blushing....and felt all the more stupid for it. God, he must think I'm just a kid!
As he put his coffee in the holder, I wondered what he would do next, and was completely surprised as his lips found mine! I felt a spark of electricity pass between us at the brief encounter, and when Henry pulled away I felt dizzy and heady. I had never had a man kiss me so suddenly.
Trying to find the right words, without appearing to sound too foolish, my brain started to scramble....
"Um, Henry.....oh my gosh, that was, ah, quite a surprise - not that I didn't like it! I did it! [what a moronic thing to say!] But, well, gosh, uh, hmmm...."
Ok, rather than stumbling along like an idiot, Sam, do something sophisticated, OK? I take a big sip of coffee, forgetting that it probably hadn't had a chance to cool down enough. As the scalding liquid hit my tongue, I almost spit it out, yet managed to swallow quickly tears coming to my eyes.
I looked over at Henry, and saw he was smiling. Hmmm....laughing at the fool I was being? Or was I doing one of the little "cute" things that people always mentioned when talking about me?
I hurriedly put the coffee down, and looked at Henry from under my lashes and gave him one of my brightest smiles.
"See? I said I was a clutz!"
Just then traffic started to inch forward, and Henry's attention was called to that. I sat in my seat wondering if I'd made a complete fool of myself. I waited to gauge what Henry would say or do next...
Ok, ok, I reasoned with myself, maybe I am flirting with Henry just a bit. But one look into those baby blue eyes, and the thought of running my fingers through his blonde hair, and can anybody blame me?
I knew I was lingering with my hand on his knee a little longer than I should have, yet I was surprised when he grabbed my hand and placed it back on his knee. I knew I was blushing....and felt all the more stupid for it. God, he must think I'm just a kid!
As he put his coffee in the holder, I wondered what he would do next, and was completely surprised as his lips found mine! I felt a spark of electricity pass between us at the brief encounter, and when Henry pulled away I felt dizzy and heady. I had never had a man kiss me so suddenly.
Trying to find the right words, without appearing to sound too foolish, my brain started to scramble....
"Um, Henry.....oh my gosh, that was, ah, quite a surprise - not that I didn't like it! I did it! [what a moronic thing to say!] But, well, gosh, uh, hmmm...."
Ok, rather than stumbling along like an idiot, Sam, do something sophisticated, OK? I take a big sip of coffee, forgetting that it probably hadn't had a chance to cool down enough. As the scalding liquid hit my tongue, I almost spit it out, yet managed to swallow quickly tears coming to my eyes.
I looked over at Henry, and saw he was smiling. Hmmm....laughing at the fool I was being? Or was I doing one of the little "cute" things that people always mentioned when talking about me?
I hurriedly put the coffee down, and looked at Henry from under my lashes and gave him one of my brightest smiles.
"See? I said I was a clutz!"
Just then traffic started to inch forward, and Henry's attention was called to that. I sat in my seat wondering if I'd made a complete fool of myself. I waited to gauge what Henry would say or do next...
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He knew he'd made a mistake when she began to choke.
The girl is tiny!... Delicate! ...A Flower! ...Damn it Nash she doesn't drink bourbon out of styrofoam cups!
He placed a hand on her shoulder and patted her back vigorously until she regained her composure though her face remained flushed.
"You OK, Miss Keene?"
"Yes, sorry a bit strong."
"Well by damn I should have known better. You probably drink white wine or something right?"
Savage was slow to withdraw his hand from her shoulder. It felt so warm and smooth under the silk...fleeting memories.
He sat back down, forgetting for a moment the News Director Miss
Moonstorm or whatever and instead looked at his secretary with new and gentler eyes.
The girl is tiny!... Delicate! ...A Flower! ...Damn it Nash she doesn't drink bourbon out of styrofoam cups!
He placed a hand on her shoulder and patted her back vigorously until she regained her composure though her face remained flushed.
"You OK, Miss Keene?"
"Yes, sorry a bit strong."
"Well by damn I should have known better. You probably drink white wine or something right?"
Savage was slow to withdraw his hand from her shoulder. It felt so warm and smooth under the silk...fleeting memories.
He sat back down, forgetting for a moment the News Director Miss
Moonstorm or whatever and instead looked at his secretary with new and gentler eyes.
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Henry
This kiss was very brief but still quite intense. I didn't even open my mouth before I pulled away and immediately began regretting it. I am going to regret that one. I figured that I'd be lucky if she never wanted to see me again. Too fast. Too fast.
"Um, Henry...oh my gosh, that was, ah, quite a surprise - not that I didn't like it! I did it!"
Not that she didn't like it? Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Still...probably too fast. But maybe I hadn't lost her just yet.
I'd always wondered what people were talking about when they said "my heart soared." I think I have a good idea now. It literally does feel like your chest goes and tightens up. She liked it! If the smile on my face could have gotten anywhere near as big as the one in my mind, it would have.
Sam seemed as flabberghasted as I was. She took a huge gulp of what was probably really hot coffee and grimaced. Cute. Not as cute as her smile, but still very cute. I tried not to chuckle, figuring that I'd been just as silly earlier.
"See? I said I was a clutz!"
Someone honked, and I jerked my head to look out the front window. Traffic was moving. Oops. I put her back in gear, and we were back on the road. It wasn't much movement, but it was enough so that I couldn't pay as much attention to Sam as I'd wanted to at that moment.
For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to be stopped dead in a traffic jam. "Listen, don't be so hard on yourself. Bumping into me? That was probably my fault. I think I got a little too close to you while you were talking to KC." Oh, great, why don't you just tell her you were staring at her ass. I smiled, tried to make it seem more charming and less lewd. Experience had shown me the hard way that lewd was something you had to work up to.
This kiss was very brief but still quite intense. I didn't even open my mouth before I pulled away and immediately began regretting it. I am going to regret that one. I figured that I'd be lucky if she never wanted to see me again. Too fast. Too fast.
"Um, Henry...oh my gosh, that was, ah, quite a surprise - not that I didn't like it! I did it!"
Not that she didn't like it? Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Still...probably too fast. But maybe I hadn't lost her just yet.
I'd always wondered what people were talking about when they said "my heart soared." I think I have a good idea now. It literally does feel like your chest goes and tightens up. She liked it! If the smile on my face could have gotten anywhere near as big as the one in my mind, it would have.
Sam seemed as flabberghasted as I was. She took a huge gulp of what was probably really hot coffee and grimaced. Cute. Not as cute as her smile, but still very cute. I tried not to chuckle, figuring that I'd been just as silly earlier.
"See? I said I was a clutz!"
Someone honked, and I jerked my head to look out the front window. Traffic was moving. Oops. I put her back in gear, and we were back on the road. It wasn't much movement, but it was enough so that I couldn't pay as much attention to Sam as I'd wanted to at that moment.
For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to be stopped dead in a traffic jam. "Listen, don't be so hard on yourself. Bumping into me? That was probably my fault. I think I got a little too close to you while you were talking to KC." Oh, great, why don't you just tell her you were staring at her ass. I smiled, tried to make it seem more charming and less lewd. Experience had shown me the hard way that lewd was something you had to work up to.
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OOC: By the way, I'm going to be out of town from Monday to Friday. I'll still have internet access, and perhaps enough privacy to write some posts on most days, but I won't neccessarily be as fast on the reply. No need to write around me...just apologizing in advance for any slowness.
Sam
OOC: HC - thanks for letting me know.....just when you can!
IC:
Hmmmm....he got a little too close to me while I was speaking to KC? What could that mean? But then he flashes an absolutely wonderful smile and somehow, it really doesn't matter anymore.
As we move through traffic slowly, I take sidelong glances at Henry and find my mind slowly wandering......what would his hands feel like on my body? His lips working their way down my throat? How would his skin feel next to mine?
Feeling a familiar warmth and wetness spreading from my sex, I try desperately to focus. Suddenly...
"SAM! Here....take notes on this for me, k?" KC speaks up.
I smile at Henry, as I take down carefully the notes that KC believes are important for the story.
"Now, see if you can put those together to make sense for me, please?"
I start to concentrate on writing a sequence of reporting for KC based on the notes given, and my attention is taken away from Henry and traffic. Until...
"Ok, ladies, here we are!"
I look up and find that we've reached our destination. KC and I get out of the truck and start discussing initial reporting, as Henry goes to the back and starts to unload his equipment. Even though concentrating on what KC is saying, I slip glances at Henry, wondering how to secure a time to be alone with him....
OOC: HC - thanks for letting me know.....just when you can!
IC:
Hmmmm....he got a little too close to me while I was speaking to KC? What could that mean? But then he flashes an absolutely wonderful smile and somehow, it really doesn't matter anymore.
As we move through traffic slowly, I take sidelong glances at Henry and find my mind slowly wandering......what would his hands feel like on my body? His lips working their way down my throat? How would his skin feel next to mine?
Feeling a familiar warmth and wetness spreading from my sex, I try desperately to focus. Suddenly...
"SAM! Here....take notes on this for me, k?" KC speaks up.
I smile at Henry, as I take down carefully the notes that KC believes are important for the story.
"Now, see if you can put those together to make sense for me, please?"
I start to concentrate on writing a sequence of reporting for KC based on the notes given, and my attention is taken away from Henry and traffic. Until...
"Ok, ladies, here we are!"
I look up and find that we've reached our destination. KC and I get out of the truck and start discussing initial reporting, as Henry goes to the back and starts to unload his equipment. Even though concentrating on what KC is saying, I slip glances at Henry, wondering how to secure a time to be alone with him....
Misty Keene
She smiled at the Major, “Red.”
He blinked at her in confusion. She giggled again and clarified, “I favor red wine.” She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and returned the Major’s gaze unwaveringly. The man was quite handsome in a rugged rough way. His hands were strong and large. Powerful hands like the rest of him. She wondered briefly if they were capable of some gentler things.
She gave him another winsome smile before repeating, “You called for me sir, what do you need?”
She smiled at the Major, “Red.”
He blinked at her in confusion. She giggled again and clarified, “I favor red wine.” She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and returned the Major’s gaze unwaveringly. The man was quite handsome in a rugged rough way. His hands were strong and large. Powerful hands like the rest of him. She wondered briefly if they were capable of some gentler things.
She gave him another winsome smile before repeating, “You called for me sir, what do you need?”
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Miller
I "accidentally' and not on purpose brushed my hand against the boss' ass. She had trimmed up a lot since the last time we fucked. We hit the makeup room, and noticed that the girl was on break.
"Miller guesses we have to do our own makeup. Shall Miller begin on you?"
I "accidentally' and not on purpose brushed my hand against the boss' ass. She had trimmed up a lot since the last time we fucked. We hit the makeup room, and noticed that the girl was on break.
"Miller guesses we have to do our own makeup. Shall Miller begin on you?"
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He looked at her solemnly then suddenly grinned.
It took Misty by surprise! The Major's face suddenly changed, he looked 20 years younger. He had a great smile!
"Miss Keene if I told you what I really wanted from you this minute you would probably walk right out of here and report me to OSHA or some Feminists Rights Movement thing!"
I'd love to slowly remove this perfect little doll's clothes. Every stitch...lay her down across my desk and...
Was he blushing?!
"I ahhh...actually find that you remind me of someone. Someone that..."
He was blushing!
"Dictation! yes, dictation. Could you sit over here..." He patted the chair beside his own.
"I'm afraid my voice is giving out...old wound."
His voice was getting soft and strained and Misty saw the scar on his neck that might have caused it.
It took Misty by surprise! The Major's face suddenly changed, he looked 20 years younger. He had a great smile!
"Miss Keene if I told you what I really wanted from you this minute you would probably walk right out of here and report me to OSHA or some Feminists Rights Movement thing!"
I'd love to slowly remove this perfect little doll's clothes. Every stitch...lay her down across my desk and...
Was he blushing?!
"I ahhh...actually find that you remind me of someone. Someone that..."
He was blushing!
"Dictation! yes, dictation. Could you sit over here..." He patted the chair beside his own.
"I'm afraid my voice is giving out...old wound."
His voice was getting soft and strained and Misty saw the scar on his neck that might have caused it.
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Henry
Until she spoke up, I had totally forgotten that KC was even in the vehicle! Who knows what she may think of what just happened? Maybe she didn't even notice.
Ah, well. Fun time is over, at least for the time being. We putted along the freeway while Sam took notes from KC. I kept glancing out of the corner of my eye at her. She'd kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, showing off plenty of skin. But my eyes couldn't linger long. I had driving to pay attention to.
Soon I stopped the car, announced that we'd arrived, and hopped out to unload the hardware. Maybe this whole report would turn out to be a bust after all, and I might be able to drag Sam off somewhere. But what would I do about KC?
OOC: All this romance and stuff is great, but it just occurred to me that I don't know what story it is that we're reporting, nor where it is that we've just gone to. I'm having difficulty thinking about what to do next because of this. Someone mentioned something about the Bush girls waay back in the thread, but not much more about that. Anyone have any ideas?
Until she spoke up, I had totally forgotten that KC was even in the vehicle! Who knows what she may think of what just happened? Maybe she didn't even notice.
Ah, well. Fun time is over, at least for the time being. We putted along the freeway while Sam took notes from KC. I kept glancing out of the corner of my eye at her. She'd kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, showing off plenty of skin. But my eyes couldn't linger long. I had driving to pay attention to.
Soon I stopped the car, announced that we'd arrived, and hopped out to unload the hardware. Maybe this whole report would turn out to be a bust after all, and I might be able to drag Sam off somewhere. But what would I do about KC?
OOC: All this romance and stuff is great, but it just occurred to me that I don't know what story it is that we're reporting, nor where it is that we've just gone to. I'm having difficulty thinking about what to do next because of this. Someone mentioned something about the Bush girls waay back in the thread, but not much more about that. Anyone have any ideas?
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