The Corporation

[Suave Intent]

OOC:
SL is open to anyone who wishes to join in and have fun...


IC:
The personification of power and desires lay deeply imbedded within the employess located within the business' interior. Greed was often the main contribution to the corruption of this organization, yet another more feral desire had soon overtaken the company by storm. It was a heirarchy, the President was capable of anything fathomable by the human mind. Even the Vice President could get his stubby little fingers upon anything that he desired, save if it would interfere with the aforementioned President's desires...It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they would inevitably abuse their powers, and did they ever. The "interviews" with countless secretaries had been adopted by almost each of the Executives within, but where would it end? The heirarchy of power continued down to the most lowly of managment jobs, for even the Director of Personal had his fair share of potential "employess." The most powerful computer organization in town, afterall, didn't neccesarily have to hire from the more intellectual of people...They had enough good workers to sustain their survival for quite a duration of time. Hence, we will divert our attention to the events that transpired within Presedential Office of one, Mr. Damien Lumas...

He couldn't help supress the deviant smile tightening upon crimson-tinted mouth as he viewed the salicious form of his secretary writhing atop his desk. Legs spread wide within a lewd display, he continued to push the engorged flesh of his manhood into her without relent. Vaginal juices flowing rampantly upon his thighs and shaft, he relished the feeling of her velvety walls surrounding him. The subtle "slapping" sound of his sack upon the firm cheeks of her pert rear echoing throughout the office. The sounds of his name uttered upon crimson lips always pleasurable to his ears...

And as time elapsed upon the pair, they found themselves dressing back into the clothing they had adorned but an hour ago. Toned musculature adorning rich cloth as handsome visage drifted towards the female within the room. A pity that he would have to fire her within the morning, but applicants for her old job would soon be arriving. Yet as such thoughts ran rampant within his mind, emotionless countenance was held as he spoke to her with a nonchalant manner...

"By the way Samantha, you're fired. I'm sorry that it didn't work out, but you just weren't my type..."

Blonde and busty...the thought ellicting a slight smile before he called for security. He knew she would fuss, they always fussed. If it wasn't his money they were after, it would have to have been the...well...sex. They enjoyed it as much as he, and there was no point in denying as such.

 

[Tif]

OOC: Couldn't let this go by without a try. Iwas surprised there weren't any takers.

Carol Bradly, recently divorced mother of an 18 year old boy has always been at home until the divorce. Is going to try to pick up a job with the skills she has attained at junior college.
She is 38 years old has kept in pretty good shape over the years she is 5'4" tall slender with a 34b bra size, honey color hair kept curled around her face. She dons a sensible Pink dress that comes just below the knees and matching shoes and heads to an office a freind of her attorney had told her was always hiring secretaries. He said to ask for Mr. Damien Lumas.

IC: I arrived at the huge Office complex thinking it better to deliver my resume in person. I went to the receptionist passing a lady in tears in the corridor being escorted by two security guards. As I approached the receptionist and extended my hand. "I have a resume I would like Mr. Lumas to see." I said
Not expecting to get to see the man himself, I waited as she called up to his office. Expecting perhaps a secretary would come down and get my resume or perhaps someone from personnel....

 

[ariosto]

Simon Farraday, Personel Director

OOC...Good premise and a good writer, I quite agree with Tif, shouldn't let this one go by.
If you need another 'homme', then I shall play Simon Farraday, Director of Personel.


IC...Simon looked once again at the roster of applicants scheduled for interviews this afternoon. He almost hit the intercom for Miss
Twease his scrumptious blonde secretary and then remembered that she like all the female staff had been dismissed by Damien Lumas in his latest display of perverse eccentricity.
Oh well, Stacey Twease would be hard to beat, but it could happen.

One last look at his tanned boyish good looks in the mirror over the bar and he called softly for the first applicant to come in.

 

[Tif]

Carol,

The receptionist told me the personnel director was having interviews that very day and she thought she could get me into the schedule. I waited for directions and after a few calls was directed to a room full of much younger women. I don't have a chance, I thought to myself, Then scolded myself, have confidence.

I waited in the interview waiting room with the rest of the applicants to be called. I read over my resume again and again, I really need to get a job I hope this is the one.

 

[boatwarrior]

OOC: James Hatcher
Vice President of Research

IC: I pick up the phone.
" Corperate Operator, Extention please."
"Yes this is Mr. Hatcher hook me to Farraday's office please."
"One moment"
riiiiiiiiiiiing

"Personel, this is Simon Farraday, how may I help you"
"This is Hatcher in research, and I need a new assistant, so send someone up when you finish "testing" their "qualifications" if you would."

 

[Kineser]

Melanie Twease

Melanie Twease, sister of Stacey Twease who was recently expelled from the company.
She's 5'5, long dk hair, beautiful brown eyes. Actually she's prettier than Stacey, also very good in secretarial skills, so she doesn't doubt she'll get a job here. Especially since so many personnel were replaced.

She walked into the interview room, her hips swaying provocatively, except she didn't do it on purpose, it was just her natural gait.

She place her folder with her CV on the table in front of the Personnel Director and smiled.

 

[ariosto]

"Miss Twease please!"
Farraday was noticeably addled as he set down the phone and looked at the familiar face of Melanie Twease.
"Can't you see I'm interviewing someone!?"

Carol Bradley was hastily buttoning up her blouse and blushing furiously.

Melanie sat on the edge of his desk and let her skirt ride almost up to her neck.
"Nice legs!"
Simon and Carol exclaimed at nearly the same time.

All the times Stacy's kid sister had spied on them he'd never guessed that the girl had gams like these. If he'd known....

"Hey Mister Farrday, I'm not chopped liver you know."
He tore his eyes from Twease to look at Brady.
No definately NOT chopped liver!

"Ok girls, that was Mister Hatcher on the phone and he needs a woman..er, a secretary pronto!"
He looked from one to the other in some perplexity.
"For the life of me I can't decide which one of you would be best for the job. Now there is a set of 'tests' that I can give you that will determine
where your contributions will be most valuable to the company."
As he said this, he looked out into the now empty waiting room and closed the door.
"I think at some point Mister Hatcher and possibly even Mister Lumas himself might be called down to help administer the test. Let's get started shall we..."
Simon began to unbutton his snowy white dress shirt.

 

[Tif]

Carol

I ws shocked what was this man doing? I got into the interview and now he was taking off his shirt. I stood with my mouth open wondering what kind of testing he was talking about. He finished taking off his shirt and looked at the two of us.

My hopes had risen about getting the job, it seemed there were plenty of openings, now to get past the interview and pass this test.
"What is it you would have us do Mr. Farraday?" I asked perplexed

 

[Kineser]

MELANIE

Melanie smiled to see the other woman squirm. Although she'd never worked here, her sister, Stacey, had told her EVERYTHING that went on, and many a time had Stacey spent HOURS telling her about all the goings on in this place. It always turned her on, and when Stacey got fired, she called Mel and asked her whether she was interested. INTERESTED? She'd jumped at the opportunity, and here she was.

Instead of doing what Mr. Faraday expected, she kept cool, and looked what the other woman (Carol?) was going to do. Mel herself, had already started drooling when Mr. Faraday's sexy chest came into view. And where were the others, Mr. Hatcher and Mr. Lumas, hmmmmm, the tales Stacey told about them.....

 

[purr4u]

new assistant

Purr4u enters the building gives her credentials for this assistant position. She is naive but willing to do anything for this position. She wants it badly. She looks across the room and sees him.

 

[ariosto]

"What is it you would have us do Mr. Farraday?"
Carol asked, a world of innocence in her bright blue eyes.

How charming!
He looked at the slyly smiling Melanie and winked.

"We are quite informal at the corporation my dear."
He stood up stretching, showing off his impressive pectorals, and picture perfect tan.

"I personaly find it relaxes one enormously to remove some articles of clothing during a tense, career making interview, especially in a situation like this where a single decision can mean the difference between a lucrative brilliant career with a progressive Company such as ourselves, with stock options and our own Holiday Island..."

He paused to catch his breath.
"Between that glorious prospect and shoveling burgers at Macdonalds.
Don't you?"

He walked to the bar and both girls could see the bold tribal tatoo that stretched across his broad shoulders.
"A drink, ladies?"
His back still turned to them he wondered if both these desirable applicants were lacking in
uhhh...'initiative.'

He wished that Mister Lumas would show up. He always knew just how to melt the ice.

 

[StarXChyld]

Jacquelyn Lumas

Jacquelyn Lumas

Damien Lumas' wife was on all fours in front of the large picture window of the hotel suite. Damien had her long sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back in his fist as he continued to pound his raging hard-on into her tight wet pussy.

"Say it," he growled as he thrust into her deeper and harder, "tell me what you want, you little whore!" He gave her hair an extra tug.

Jacquelyn positively adored her husband and would do anything to please him, even if it meant saying things she would never, ever do in real life.

"I. . .I. . .wish there was a hot little pussy in front of me. . right now. . .," she whimpered softly as he drove into her harder.

"Yessssssssssss! You want that pussy, don't you, you naughty little slut." Damien could feel his balls tightening up with impeding orgasm.

She could only nod her acquiescence, the words wouldn't come. She tried to concentrate on her reflection in the glass. Beautiful face, large perky breasts bouncing back and forth, nice firm ass high in the air. . .

Damien knew he wouldn't last much longer but he wanted her to say it. He needed her to say it. It was his ultimate fantasy. . .Hell! It was the only unfulfilled fantasy he had left. He wanted to see his lovely little wife eat pussy. . .a pussy that he was going to fuck and that she would watch him fuck after she got the pussy all nice and ready for him. . .

"Say it!", he commanded as he grabbed her hips with both hands and banged into her as hard as he could.

"I'd. . .I'd lick that pussy so good. . .", she cried out as his cock bottomed out inside of her.

"Ahhhhh Yesssssssssssss . . .such a good little whore. . .". His cock exploded in huge spurts, filling her completely. It continued to throb for several minutes afterwards until he finally slipped out of her.

He watched her lovingly lick him clean and lifted her to her feet. Kissing her lips tenderly, he whispered softly in her ear, "Don't hold dinner for me tonight. I've got to work late."

 

[boatwarrior]

As I look through stacks of applicants, I notice a familiar name.
"Ummm, Twease, I wonder if she's related to Stacey, but more importantly if she's as good as her." I dial up Farraday again,
"Personel, Farraday speaking."
"This is Hatcher, when you get a moment send up Miss Twease, I would life to see how good she gives, and takes, "oral dictation" and various other skills." "And if anyone else cums here about the assistant position, send them up directly." After I get off the phone I turn my attention to young intern.
"Now this is how to get ahead in The Corperation." I tell her as I pull her blouse down from around her shoulders, reviling a magnificent pair of tits. I slowly suck on each of her nipples as my hand slides down into her panties, finding her moist, and willing pussy. I gentlely set her on my desk, and slowly pull her wet panties off. Not wanting to keep her waiting, I place my mouth over her entire cunt, slowly running my tongue in and out. After she cums the first time, I pull her off, and bend her over the desk. I pull my fully erect cock out, and slide it past her dripping lips. I start pumping harder with the sounds of her moans untill we both erupt in a violent, simultanious orgasim.
"That will be all for now." I say as I sit down and get back to work.

 

[Kineser]

MELANIE

"Yes, please, Mr. Faraday, I would like a drink that only you can give me. Why, my sister Stacey said you 'pour' a great 'white wine'." Melanie snickered, then came up to him and caressed the tattoo on his back.
"Your tattoo looks so sexy, but so do you, Simon, I can call you that, can I? And if you don't mind, I'd like to get comfortable, too," she added while pulling her shirt out of her skirt, unbuttoning it and throwing it on the nearest chair.
Her full young tits were encased in a demi-bra, the nipples just covered, but you could see her wide areola, light brown and puckered, a sure sign that she was becoming aroused.

Mr. Faraday poured two glasses of wine and handed them to each of the girls, then he poured a scotch for himself, sipped and leaned back against the table.
Melanie took a gulp of her wine, put it on the table then knelt down in front of him, tugging at his belt buckle and lowering his zipper. "Where's that drink....." She fished out his semi erect cock and started to lick and suck on it. It rapidly grew in length and girth, while Simon moaned his approval.

Carol looked on with wide eyes, licking her lips that had suddenly become dry.

 

[Guest]

The Manifestation of Sin

OOC: ::Just kinda rocks back and forth in the lush cushions of his chair before he witnesses a rather interesting event. Eyes growing wide as replies are actually placed upon the thread he began. And he thought on one liked him. Beams::


In and out, in and out, in and out. The motion of his engorged manhood continued to piston within the tight confines of his wife's tight inner folds as he continued to hold her within her feral position. Calloused tendrils gripping upon honey-hued strands of silken waves before pulling up viciously. Twin ivories pulling crimson-tinged flesh into a light scowl as he spewed vicious owrds to her over and over again. Commenting on how much of a slut and whore she was. More so, his slut and whore. Gutteral moan roaring forth through his parched throat as the muscles of his ass clenched, the vision of his wife licking a tight lil' pussy sending him over the edge as rivulets of his seed penetrated into her womb. Free hand allowing a quick slap to be applied to his the upturned ass before him as he drew her in his arms. Twin depths of brilliant gray entrancing her eyes to his own before a loving kiss was given to her lips. The words of his prolonging his meal soon heard before he edged away from her. A very appreciative grin located directly upon his face...(So innocent she was. Just upon the cusp of 21, he had found her with little ease. Not many could satiate his desires, yet she managed to do so without protest. Perhaps it was her subservient nature that allowed for such events to transpire cosensually...)

The drive towards the building happened with little occurence. A few police officers lifting a brow at the speed he went yet not daring to intervene with the most influential man within their city. Yet as he pulled his espensive foreign car to a stop within the Executive's garage, he couldn't help but smile at today's agenda. The entire female staff had almost completely been downsized. A new wave of fresh, nubile young bodies was to await his attention...Perhaps one would even suit the fantasy that was left unfullfilled. Italian soled boots embracing against the cold and uncaring concrete floor. Right hand extending forth to push against the nearest intercom as he made it quite aware that he had arrived. God only help them if things were not to his standard..

"Let me in, John."

 

[Suave Intent]

That was me

That was me...:oints above.::

 

[Ragingbull]

OOC: Jason Braxton, Executive assistant to Mr. Lumas. Only 22 and right out of college. Big and strong. Played Rugby Light brown hair, blue eyes. Wants to make a quick name for himself. Knows his boss' penchant for the ladies and makes sure they are lined up when he needs them. Does odd jobs and errands. Never asks questions. Has been known to drive a few of the fired girls home to listen to their complaints and comfort them.

IC: Shit, I can't believe the boss just asked me to find a girl for his wife and take her out to his house. How the hell was I supposed to do that. I couldn't just walk up and ask..."Would you let Mrs. Lumas eat your pussy?"... Maybe Mr. Farraday could help. In his office were two women getting ready for their interview and another outside the door filling out an application. Mr. Farraday looked like he was getting ready to test their oral presentation skills... "Uh, Mr. Farraday, I need to find a woman to keep Mrs. Lumas company... someone that would be willing to clean her carpets, if you know what I mean."

 

[ariosto]

"Your even better than your sister."
Melanie knew all about Stacie's talents in this regard and recognized high praise when she heard it.
Both his eyes and Carol's were watching as Miss Twease' full red lips slid slowly up and down Simon's large stiff cock.

The phone rang.

"Miss Bad..Bradly will you get it please?
tell them I'm....busy."

She was deep throating him, her mouth swallowing almost his entire shaft, holding it in, playing her tongue over the pulsing length and then slooooowly sliding up....all the way...then a swirling lick across the purpled crown...repeated...and repeated...and...

"Mister Farraday...Mister Farraday!"
He looked at Carol with glazed eyes.
"Mister Hatcher says to send up Miss Twease."

"Miss Twease...is...busy...tell him to...OOOHHHHHHH!
GOD!"

Simon shuddered, jerked and released a geyser of thick white 'wine' into Melanies waiting mouth, across her ruby lips, fresh pink cheeks and into her neatly coiffed hair.
Carol dropped the phone and backed up in alarm.
"Tell him...he can't have Miss Twease right now, we're in the middle of..."

Stacie's sister pushed his tatooed shoulders to the carpet and straddled him with her shapely thigh highed thighs.
He was staring at the pearly nub of her clitoris, and her pussy was rocking on his chest.

"...another test."

 

[Kineser]

Melanie

Her skirt all bunched up at her waist, she shuffled forwards until her inflamed pussy was just over his mouth. Still licking her lips covered in his copious cum, she mumbled: "Simon, try my wine..."

 

[Suave Intent]

A Treat

A devious grin continued to caress against crimson-stained mouth as he pondered upon the events that transpired thus far. He had sent Braxton on a rather unimportant mission, yet one which would test the man's loyalty. If he dared to lay a finger upon his wife, the consequences would be unfathomable to human thought. It was, afterall, his wife whom was to remain a cherished gift only given to those who HE saw fit. Yet that was beyond the point. After today, he would be aware of whether or not the man should continue working as his Excecutive Vice President. The glass doors that barred his entrance were soon drawn inward as confident strides simultaneously led him inward. A rush of cool air washing over the masculine features of his face; a slight inclination of his head offered to the guard portrayed his visage as sharp and manipulative for but a fraction of a moment. Always an enigma this one was. Brinking upon the edge of brilliant and psychotic, only a few had figured out that he walked the fine line with amazing balance...Yet as he passed his the vast corridors and shortened the distance that spanned in between himself and the private elevators, he couldn't help but find himself curious. A slight detour was thus taken towards the Director of Personal's office as he came to a rest near the door. Left apendage soon extending so that knuckles could rapt gently against the door.

 

[ariosto]

Miss Twease was rocking not so gently on his face.
His tongue was trying to lick it's way up her tight sheath while his fingers were vigorously massaging her pouting swollen clitoris.

A knock on the door...
Hurry!

He increased the tempo of the test and Melanie responded by pressing her sex onto his face and riding it like a bronco.
He knew it was Lumas. The Boss had a distinct aura that surrounded him. It made men's blood run cold and women went all creamy at his approach.

Melanie was going all creamy NOW!
She shuddered and squeezed and came and came and came, throwing her head back in a silent scream of pleasure and abandon.
"She passed this test Mister Lumas." the Personel director gasped,his face wet and sticky, "with Flying Colors!...but there's still one more!"

 

[Suave Intent]

Oh Really...

A lift of obsidian brow was soon administered as the scream of the woman echoed throughout the hallway. Deviant smile caressing against dried lips as serpentine muscle struggled forth to comfort the aching pair. Spideresque fingers intertwined within one another as calculated foosteps carried him into the office with unequivocal grace. A devious glint lit smoke-tinged occulars as his voice rolled forth. Carried in deep tones of desirable masculinity, his aura practically exuded an air of superiority and lust that none could hope to escape from.

"I can see why. But she looks familiar..."

It wasn't as if he was denied the pleasures of one Miss Twease earlier on. However, he tended to stay away from those who did not meet his personal qualifications. Possessive...It was the word best associated to his personality as he glanced nonchalantly to papers by the wall...

"Are there any other applicants that would suit my fancy. It seems that you've already found one to fill in for yourself..."

 

[Tif]

Carol Bradly

I watched in shocked disbelief at the scene that unfolded before me. I knew I was failing miserably but I was unaccustomed to cassual sex having only been recently divorced and never with another through out our marraige. As the two finished a man came in who apparently was the boss by the reaction of those present.

I stood looking on, my mouth dry, my face obviously flushed, both from shock and perhaps arousal though I would not like to admit it.

"Are there any applicants that would suit my fancy he asked?"

I stood wondering if I would be dismissed for not joining in or given an opportunit to continue the interview. Also wondering if I wanted to. Things were certainly different in the corporate world. I looked at the man standing in the doorway. He had a confident air that made one feel a bit intimidated. He looked me up and down and simply said, "Come with me"

 

[Suave Intent]

A Cruel Twist of Fate?

"Come with me..."

The words weren't so much spoken as they were percieved through the inner most recesses of his mind. As if the tones of his voice never once exited the cnfines of delectable lips of crimson hue. The aforementioned lips so twisting into a deviant smile before calculated movements carried him away from Mr. Farraday's exploits. Casual strides carrying him through an endless array of office mayhem before he soon came to a rest before one Mr. Hatcher's office. If his sources had been correct, he would be the one to conduct Miss Bradley's..."application process." Right arm soon elevating heavenward so that closed knuckles could rap upon the oaken door twice. Impatience already beginning to show upon emotionless countenance before his deep voice resonated within the air itself. Causing the hair upon Carol's neck to stand at attention...

"Open up, Mr. Hatcher. A candidate for your assistant is ready for your inspection."

If the other kept this up longer, Lumas would have no qualms for dismissing him. He was, afterall, the president and not some stupid errand boy!

 

[Tif]

Carol
Grabbing up my resume and purse I follow Mr. Lumas to a door marked Hatcher Vice-President. He knocks loudly on the door causing me to jump a little. I wait as he speaks in a loud voice to the door. I feel a bit intimidated having the president show me to the next part of the interview. I look up at his tall strong stature and can tell he is a man used to being waited on, not waiting on people.

He knocks again....