The Boss's Private Theater

[Rick Forbes]

Rick jumped in his chair as the office phone rang. It was Sukie, Mr. Bronson's receptionist, telling him that Mr. Bronson needed to see him in the office at once. Rick shivered with fear, and sweat lined his forehead. Bronson never called anybody into the office unless he was going to try and browbeat them into something. Rick's numbers were way down, and he'd just gotten the office memo about surfing the web at work. He could only imagine what Bronson was going to do to him this time.

 

[schmoe_128]

Interested

Character
Sam
A:38
H:6'1"
W:210lb
App: Short brown hair, green eyes, with "a few extra pounds" but not fat.
Bio: Sam had been working for the company for just over ten years. Why he wasn't sure. The pay was pretty good, bit his boss was a mean ass that manipulated people to get what he wanted. He went through a nasty divorce a couple of years ago, and Bronson never once expressed any concern for him. Now, he was starting to notice some of the women around the office. There were a few he love to hook up with.

IC:
Sam casually reached for his phone when it rang, it was Suzie, Bronson's receptionist. Asking him to come to Mr. Bronsons's office. "ok, I'll be right there" he said politely to her. "what the hell does he want now?" he thought as he headed there.

 

[Kathos]

Karen Adams

She had interned forthe company during college and been hired immedietly after, a low level position in the marketing department. She had dreams of rising through the ranks, but so far, nothing had materialized. She dressed professionally, but enjoyed playing up her long toned legs and expansive clevage. If you got it, flaunt it.

And she had seen the man himself, Bronson, staring at her for almost the entrie meeting her boss dragged her to last week. Every little bit helps.

The phone range and she gladly cleared her calendar to show up at his office, thinking that this could be her big break, she just had to impress him and she would have it made. everyone talked about what a hard ass he was, but it was her best opportunity so far.

On her way to his office she ducked into the bathroom to brush her thick, shining blonde hair and admire the figure in the mirror, blue eyes, slim skirt that wasn't too short, but still made it obvious she was a woman, and one to be reckoned with. Perfect.

 

[sinfulsandi]

OOC
Sandi Rawlings, age 30, long curly black hair with long legs. However she looked more like a mild mannered librarian wearing small amounts of makeup, non figure flattering outfits. She wasn't shy around people but hated true social encounters. Though she was married her husband was a rather meek kind of guy that was a computer networking specialists and often found he got along better with computers than people. Sex was very normal and infrequent between them though this was the only man she had ever slept with.

IC
At 30 years old Sandi had moved through the ranks of the company rather quickly by hard work and determination. No one could knock her performance or results however she still seemed aloof or maybe just plain shy. Most of her co-workers found her to be a bit of a bore and the men rarely looked her way. If anyone would have taken the time to actually look at the body she worked so hard to keep hidden they might have seen how damn sexy she really was. She worked out several times a week and had a very flat and firm tummy along with a tight sexy ass. Her position of Resource Manager kept her busy most of the time. But now she had been called to Mr. Bronsons office for some reason what on earth could he want with her.

I must have done something really bad or really good to be called into the big man in charge office.

I knocked lightly on the door as I took a deep breath in preparing myself for the unknown.

 

[dailyskater15]

Jade Bailey
23
5 ft 6 ins
shoulder length dark brown curls
green eyes that change colour slightly when shes angry or aroused
curvy but not overweight
long legged
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After working her way through the ranks quickly by sleeping with the people who could get her there she had found a job that she actually enjoyed, she was head of advertising for the company, had power over her people and she loved the way her ideas came mainly from her but also had a few tweeks from her staff. to sum it up she was a stuck up bitch who thought she was the best of the best and she needed someone to show her who was boss
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IC:
Jade was at her desk finishing the latest marketing campaign when her phone rang

"Jade Bailey, advertising"

"mr Bronson would like to see you in his office now please"

Suzie Mr Bronson's receptionist said crisply down the phone and Jade agreed before sighing and getting up to make her way to his office. once at his door she knocked 3 times and waited.

 

[schmoe_128]

Sam

As we sat in the recption area outside Mr. Bronson's office, more and more people were knocking on the door and joining us. I couldn't help but notice that there didn't seem to be more that one person from each department. I looked at Rick, "Maybe he's forming a new team for something" I said, noticing the women who were joining the group waiting for Bronson

 

[scribe_m]

OOC: Sure, why not. Thread seemed to be stillborn anyway. Pardon the surreality.

Miss Sukie opened the doors and let the employees in. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. We will now continue. Please stand behind the sofa." The room was unusual in that it only contained a sofa that seated three, a large screen, and a computer stand. A man sat on the sofa, facing away from them. He stood up. It was Mr. Bronson.

"Welcome," he said, in a not-quite-comforting tone. "We are here for a team-building... and disclipinary... activity," he hissed. "It is important that we can work together, efficiently, cooperatively, even if an occasional breach of proper conduct may occur. Am I clear?" He said, testing them. He held within his hand a large folder with various papers, walked over to Miss Sukie, and handed them to her. He then returned to the sofa, sitting in the middle of it. Mr. Sam, you will sit to the right of me. Mr. Rick, you will sit to the left. The women have their choice of which man whose lap to sit upon. This is team building. Yes, you are being evaluated on this activity."

The large screen was blank. Miss Sukie, next to the laptop, smiled pleasantly. "We shall begin with Mr. Rick."


OOC: Need last names for Sam and Rick. PM me any suggestions for "group activities." I figure we'll start with the NSFW web sites Rick was surfing...


Scribe.

 

[schmoe_128]

Sam

OOC: Need last names for Sam and Rick. PM me any suggestions for "group activities." I figure we'll start with the NSFW web sites Rick was surfing...


Scribe.

OOC:
Sam Montgomery

 

[Rick Forbes]

OOC Rick Forbes
37 years old; married - 2 kids under 10
hates the job but needs the money to work on debt from failed software business in the 90s
6 ft 2, 185 pounds

An electric bolt of panic shot through Rick as Bronson clicked his bluetooth mouse and up on the digital projection screen came Housewife Orgies, the group sex photo board he surfed while working late evenings.

"Mr. Forbes," leered Bronson. "Can you please explain to me and your colleagues the work-related nature of this internet site, which our company server indicates you have spent some twenty hours viewing? I was not aware that your job description entailed any of the activities depicted so um, graphically on this website.

Bronson clicked to another image, and Rick's eyes sank deep into the carpet. On the large projection screen was a photo of a nude thirty year old woman kneeling on a coffee table, gently massaging the balls of a tall young man standing next to her. She was grinning from ear to ear seemingly at a comment made by one of several laughing men and women seated on a couch nearby, some of whom were pointing at the helpless aroused young man and his raging erection.

"Ladies, I believe that this is how your colleague Mr. Forbes thinks of you. It certainly would appear to me that he is fostering a hostile work environment. I believe that we will need to notify human resources about this problem, don't you?"