Derek had worked for me for three months. He was what I consider an ideal employee. That is, he was a grade A kiss ass. There were twelve junior execs in the Bradshaw head office and I liked them all to quake when I walked passed their cubicle. I enjoy being arbitrary and tyrannical in my treatment of them. I love to see them scurry and dive for cover as I thunder through the hallways. I have always relished the idea of dominating others even bullying them; and Derek was a wonderful target. He would gladly perform any menial task from fetching coffee to straightening a mess of papers on my desk. He trembled and quaked when I bellowed and his mood depended completely on my whimsy. I swear that he would lick the soles of my brogues if I requested it. It lightened my day to watch him cower and bow and “yessir” me. Primarily, I used him as a relief from the stress of the day. That was until we had our annual staff picnic in the middle of July. We gathered at Sutton Lake for games and a barbeque. As usual, I was strutting about and intimidating the employees and their families.
I strolled over to a surprisingly busy picnic table. A cluster of men were huddled about like an football team and coming from the middle of them was a suggestive female giggle. I pushed my way into the crowd and they parted immediately. “Hello, Mr. Bradshaw… Are you having a good time sir?… Do you need anything?” I heard the obsequeous tones but I was distracted by the sight of a ravishing brunette, batting her green eyes at the hoard of men. They had gathered about her and she was holding court. In her halter top and shorts she was a delectable dish whose hands flitted and flirted as she laughed. Erect nipples pressed against the flimsy top and her tight shorts revealed promising curves and crevices. She was a wet dream personified.
She reached out and took my hand in both of hers. “Mr. Bradshaw. I have heard so, so much about you.” Her thumbs rubbed up and down the back of my hand as she spoke. She was an accomplished and unabashed flirt. I loved it. “ I was so looking forward to meeting you. Join us wont you. I made far far too much food.” As she spoke the crowd thinned out. Although they longed to ogle her luscious body, they were even more afraid of spending time with me. “Do, do join us, Derek has told me so much about you.” I was shocked that this vision was Derek’s wife.
I looked to her left and there stood Derek Toner, looking as sheepish as ever. “Get us both a drink Derek. Mr. Bradshw is eating with us.” She commanded Derek and signaled him to hurry with a backhanded wave. “I’ve been dying to meet you.” She pulled me down and onto the bench seat beside her. Her hands rode up my arm and she squeezed my upper arm. “ I love a nice strong man,” she cooed.
“Derek. Hurry up with those drinks.” I called out and winked at her.
“Yes sir, I’m just rummaging for ice cubes. Valery are the ice cubes in this cooler?”
“You just look for them, properly,” she scolded. She smiled knowingly at me.
“I love a nice strong man.” She repeated and massaged the inside of my upper arm.
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PRIAPUS
I strolled over to a surprisingly busy picnic table. A cluster of men were huddled about like an football team and coming from the middle of them was a suggestive female giggle. I pushed my way into the crowd and they parted immediately. “Hello, Mr. Bradshaw… Are you having a good time sir?… Do you need anything?” I heard the obsequeous tones but I was distracted by the sight of a ravishing brunette, batting her green eyes at the hoard of men. They had gathered about her and she was holding court. In her halter top and shorts she was a delectable dish whose hands flitted and flirted as she laughed. Erect nipples pressed against the flimsy top and her tight shorts revealed promising curves and crevices. She was a wet dream personified.
She reached out and took my hand in both of hers. “Mr. Bradshaw. I have heard so, so much about you.” Her thumbs rubbed up and down the back of my hand as she spoke. She was an accomplished and unabashed flirt. I loved it. “ I was so looking forward to meeting you. Join us wont you. I made far far too much food.” As she spoke the crowd thinned out. Although they longed to ogle her luscious body, they were even more afraid of spending time with me. “Do, do join us, Derek has told me so much about you.” I was shocked that this vision was Derek’s wife.
I looked to her left and there stood Derek Toner, looking as sheepish as ever. “Get us both a drink Derek. Mr. Bradshw is eating with us.” She commanded Derek and signaled him to hurry with a backhanded wave. “I’ve been dying to meet you.” She pulled me down and onto the bench seat beside her. Her hands rode up my arm and she squeezed my upper arm. “ I love a nice strong man,” she cooed.
“Derek. Hurry up with those drinks.” I called out and winked at her.
“Yes sir, I’m just rummaging for ice cubes. Valery are the ice cubes in this cooler?”
“You just look for them, properly,” she scolded. She smiled knowingly at me.
“I love a nice strong man.” She repeated and massaged the inside of my upper arm.
IF THERE IS ANYONE INTERESTED IN PLAYING OUT THIS LITTLE DRAMA CONTACT ME AND WE WILL BEGIN.
THANK YOU FOR READING
PRIAPUS