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Lockdown fever - pt 4: Cristal clear
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Lockdown fever - pt 4: Cristal clear I could sense that she was looking at me all the way through the boardroom meeting. I tried not to notice, but a glance caught her, a devilish smile on her lips and an evil twinkle in her eye. It was making me increasingly distracted, and my notes were all over the place. She was approaching fifty, but wore it well - elegant, slim, beautiful even, and with that quiet confidence of someone who was in complete control of her life and her company, and who always got what she wanted. What she wanted, it turned out, was for me to accompany her to an evening function, some swanky affair that was more mixer than dinner. “Wear something cute and to die for,” she whispered as the boardroom emptied, then she floated toward the door and disappeared without a second glance. I had only one dress I thought would be suitable, a short, tight, glittery one-shoulder affair that was trying - and happily just failing - to scream slut. It paired well with stockings, and whatever came over me I don’t know - perhaps it was the thought of that twinkle in her eyes that made me want to be cheeky, although not obviously daring. We met in the foyer. She didn’t say much, just looked me up and down once and raised an eyebrow. “Come” she said. “Follow.” We snaked through the crowd toward the bar, and she presented me with two glasses and a bottle of Cristal. “You pour,” she ordered quietly. I did. “Drink,” she said. I did. Before long I felt a buzz, more than a glass of Champagne should give. I smiled inadvertently, and then noticed she was smiling back - that same smile I’d seen in the boardroom. “Come,” she said again. “Follow.” If I would have had an urge to fight, it was long gone. My head was spinning slightly, but I followed, out onto the terrace in the cool dark of the evening. She lit a cigarette and I watched as a curl of smoke spiralled into the night. A couple of people who had been on the terrace went back into the party, and we were alone. She moved closer, putting out her cigarette on the way. “You look pretty,” she offered gently, “but there’s something missing.” I could barely think, let alone say anything, and I didn’t notice her hand pull something from her clutch as she moved in close. I could feel her warm breath in my ear before she whispered something about jewellery, but I was frozen by the feel of her hand as it snaked up the back of my thigh and lifted the hem of my dress. A little intake of breath as I felt her fingers pry my cheeks apart and I felt something cold and hard being pushed into my butt. She pulled my hem down and pulled back, and she looked at me hungrily. “I think that’s better,” she said. “Turn around and<b> bend </font></b>over.” I did. The flash was unexpected, and I felt a shiver down my spine. “Pink suits you,” she said matter-of-factly. “I think you should wear it to the office on Monday. And come to my office first thing - from now on, you work directly for me, and you do as I say.” With that, she turned on her heels and strode back to the party, leaving me alone on the terrace, still dizzy and still clutching what was left of the Cristal. She was in complete control of her life and her company. And now, it seemed, of me. ---   |
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Very HOT!!!........and so is the story 
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A boardroom, intriguing...........
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