PlayDoe
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jul 17, 2002
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Declan stepped directly out of the shower into his perfectly placed, terry slippers, at the same time donning his matching white robe. He headed straight for his desk where his morning cup of coffee would be waiting beside his list of "hot items" for the day. He was all about maximum performance. Everything had a purpose and a use. This was his drive, his one motivation in life. To get the maximum performance and most use out of all that he encountered. It applied to everything and everyone he came into contact with. Everything had a use, you just had to study it and know how to tap into it.
He sat down at his desk, his robe partially covering his lean, athletic body. He reached for his cup of coffee while at the same time looking for the dossier on the Meyar proposal. "God damn it", he screamed. "Sandra, get the hell in here!". His secretary Sandra came scrambling into the office. It was 6:30 AM and she was already looking frazzled. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun with locks hanging out on one side. Her arms were filled with file folders. "Is it to much to ask of you to have what I need on my desk each morning?" "I've got schedules and commitments that I need to complete and I can't have your incompetence screwing me up". "Where the hell is the Meyar proposal!?" "You know it's my number one priority." "Are you purposely trying to fuck me up?" "I am sorry Mr. Steel I was here until 9:30 last night and I must have filed it away." "Here it is", she said as she lay a folder down on his desk. He didn't look up or say thank you. It wasn't the first time but she couldn't help but notice his robe was still united. Her eyes were drawn being drawn to his long thick member dangling between his legs. He made no attempt to cover up but simply waived Sandra away as if dismissing her like a common maid.
Declan gazed at the contents of the folder. The Meyar proposal was to be his coup de grace. He had gone over every detail countless times. A revolutionary break through on protein synthesis using a common everyday substance that had been overlooked by the entire world. Only he knew the substance and the synthesis process. This was exactly the prime jewel he would need in hid bid to become chairman of Tylar Pharmaceuticals. Of course, he would have to screw over the current chairman or to put it correctly chairwoman, Grace Lunderhouse, in order to accomplish this goal, but that was a minor detail.
He sat back and purveyed his office. It was the epitome of efficiency. Every chair and glass, even his stapler arranged such that he could maneuver with minimal effort. He lightly tapped the special touch screen he had installed in his desktop and called up his calendar and daily email. It was the 1000th time he checked to see that his special meeting with the board of directors was still on for tomorrow. Grace would never know what hit her once his proposal was accepted by the board. He would personally break the news to hear and watch her pack up her office. He had 24 hours to kill. He opened his email. Before any piece of email could reach him, it had to traverse hundreds of precisely crafted filters. It was all perfectly arranged, with automatic forwarding to the appropriate folders. Every bit of in its proper place. Or at least, so it had been.
There it was again. That same item had slipped through his defenses for the last 10 days. The sender was a Chrstine Bonnie Tearland. It was entitled the "Virtual Vacation". Normally he would just delete it, but for some reason he opened it up this time. He read on, "Need a break from stress and the pressures of every day life and your job? Don't have time to travel to the Islands? Want to get away even for five minutes in the day? Call or visit us today. We have a state of the art facility. We can cater to your every whim. Want to be the NFL MVP? Want to walk on the Moon? We even can cater to those who wish to take a walk on the wild side - virtual orgies, or dabble in same sex relations . Give us a scenario an we can fulfill you dream!" Next came the phrase that really caught Declan's eye - "Maximize your time and money. No need to make special arrangements or to bring luggage or anything else. All you need to bring is yourself - to us."
Declan looked at his watch. - 7:00AM. Hmm, what was the address of the place? 66 Pierce Blvd. That was right down the block from his dry cleaner. He stood up and his robe parted even further his finely chiseled chest and lay bare. "Sandra, come in here!", barked. She popped in and once again struggled to divert her eyes from his now fully exposed manhood. "Call the garage and have them bring around my car." "I expect it to be started and ready to go at exactly 7:15." He turned and his robe swayed to the side briefly giving her a quick glimpse of his sword like organ and his finely honed buttocks." "Yes, sir", she managed to squeak out as Declan headed into his wardrobe to get dressed.
He sat down at his desk, his robe partially covering his lean, athletic body. He reached for his cup of coffee while at the same time looking for the dossier on the Meyar proposal. "God damn it", he screamed. "Sandra, get the hell in here!". His secretary Sandra came scrambling into the office. It was 6:30 AM and she was already looking frazzled. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun with locks hanging out on one side. Her arms were filled with file folders. "Is it to much to ask of you to have what I need on my desk each morning?" "I've got schedules and commitments that I need to complete and I can't have your incompetence screwing me up". "Where the hell is the Meyar proposal!?" "You know it's my number one priority." "Are you purposely trying to fuck me up?" "I am sorry Mr. Steel I was here until 9:30 last night and I must have filed it away." "Here it is", she said as she lay a folder down on his desk. He didn't look up or say thank you. It wasn't the first time but she couldn't help but notice his robe was still united. Her eyes were drawn being drawn to his long thick member dangling between his legs. He made no attempt to cover up but simply waived Sandra away as if dismissing her like a common maid.
Declan gazed at the contents of the folder. The Meyar proposal was to be his coup de grace. He had gone over every detail countless times. A revolutionary break through on protein synthesis using a common everyday substance that had been overlooked by the entire world. Only he knew the substance and the synthesis process. This was exactly the prime jewel he would need in hid bid to become chairman of Tylar Pharmaceuticals. Of course, he would have to screw over the current chairman or to put it correctly chairwoman, Grace Lunderhouse, in order to accomplish this goal, but that was a minor detail.
He sat back and purveyed his office. It was the epitome of efficiency. Every chair and glass, even his stapler arranged such that he could maneuver with minimal effort. He lightly tapped the special touch screen he had installed in his desktop and called up his calendar and daily email. It was the 1000th time he checked to see that his special meeting with the board of directors was still on for tomorrow. Grace would never know what hit her once his proposal was accepted by the board. He would personally break the news to hear and watch her pack up her office. He had 24 hours to kill. He opened his email. Before any piece of email could reach him, it had to traverse hundreds of precisely crafted filters. It was all perfectly arranged, with automatic forwarding to the appropriate folders. Every bit of in its proper place. Or at least, so it had been.
There it was again. That same item had slipped through his defenses for the last 10 days. The sender was a Chrstine Bonnie Tearland. It was entitled the "Virtual Vacation". Normally he would just delete it, but for some reason he opened it up this time. He read on, "Need a break from stress and the pressures of every day life and your job? Don't have time to travel to the Islands? Want to get away even for five minutes in the day? Call or visit us today. We have a state of the art facility. We can cater to your every whim. Want to be the NFL MVP? Want to walk on the Moon? We even can cater to those who wish to take a walk on the wild side - virtual orgies, or dabble in same sex relations . Give us a scenario an we can fulfill you dream!" Next came the phrase that really caught Declan's eye - "Maximize your time and money. No need to make special arrangements or to bring luggage or anything else. All you need to bring is yourself - to us."
Declan looked at his watch. - 7:00AM. Hmm, what was the address of the place? 66 Pierce Blvd. That was right down the block from his dry cleaner. He stood up and his robe parted even further his finely chiseled chest and lay bare. "Sandra, come in here!", barked. She popped in and once again struggled to divert her eyes from his now fully exposed manhood. "Call the garage and have them bring around my car." "I expect it to be started and ready to go at exactly 7:15." He turned and his robe swayed to the side briefly giving her a quick glimpse of his sword like organ and his finely honed buttocks." "Yes, sir", she managed to squeak out as Declan headed into his wardrobe to get dressed.
