sirhugs
Riding to the Rescue
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Laura was just transferred from head office to head the "transition team" installing the new computer system at the regional office and training staff. This is touchy, because everybody knows that once the system is up and running, there will be layoffs, and Laura's evaluations will play a big role in the decision.
So far, Laura has kept to herself, not socializing with the staff. Lunch is just her & her laptop alone in a corner. Evenings she works late. She obviously lives somewhere, because each day she's freshly showered and clothed, but rumours have started that she never sleeps.
The GM is starting to be worried, because he knows Laura is not just here for a project, she is to stay as the long term IT manager. He knows she needs to buy into the team. Then comes the annual office billiard night, in support of charity. It's the GM's "thing", so he insist Laura attend, and leave her laptop at work.
Laura finds a wall to flower against, while the action gradually focuses on the fullsize tournament table in the middle of the pub. Staffers put quarters on the rail for "Nexts" - the right to challenge the last winner. Gambling is allowed, as long as half of each pot goes to the charity. Still, the pot is growing as the night goes on.
Greg, the shipping foreman eventually gets his turn, and holds the table for an hour. No one is left to challenge him. So the GM says to Laura" you have Nexts."
She tries to demure, but he insists. With a shrug she proceeds to run the table, once, twice, three times. As Greg slinks away, she turns to face the hushed crowd. Her face is flushed, her nipples poking against her polo shirt making it apparent that she is braless, but doesn't need one.
"Who's got Nexts?" she grins....
Where does it go from there?
Obviously, it needs sex.
Anybody care to write something based on this? I haven't got time.
So far, Laura has kept to herself, not socializing with the staff. Lunch is just her & her laptop alone in a corner. Evenings she works late. She obviously lives somewhere, because each day she's freshly showered and clothed, but rumours have started that she never sleeps.
The GM is starting to be worried, because he knows Laura is not just here for a project, she is to stay as the long term IT manager. He knows she needs to buy into the team. Then comes the annual office billiard night, in support of charity. It's the GM's "thing", so he insist Laura attend, and leave her laptop at work.
Laura finds a wall to flower against, while the action gradually focuses on the fullsize tournament table in the middle of the pub. Staffers put quarters on the rail for "Nexts" - the right to challenge the last winner. Gambling is allowed, as long as half of each pot goes to the charity. Still, the pot is growing as the night goes on.
Greg, the shipping foreman eventually gets his turn, and holds the table for an hour. No one is left to challenge him. So the GM says to Laura" you have Nexts."
She tries to demure, but he insists. With a shrug she proceeds to run the table, once, twice, three times. As Greg slinks away, she turns to face the hushed crowd. Her face is flushed, her nipples poking against her polo shirt making it apparent that she is braless, but doesn't need one.
"Who's got Nexts?" she grins....
Where does it go from there?
Obviously, it needs sex.
Anybody care to write something based on this? I haven't got time.
