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Risky Business #4 Content In Comments  My Words Are A way Into Your Mind...Be brave And let Me In. |
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5/7/2022 10:49 am |
Similar scenario, readers put themselves forward and I took details of them and where they worked. The rest I made up in the stories. You will also notice that ladies of a certain age always requested the main male character in their story to be a certain Scottish Bond actor...go figure.... The Manager Margaret looked in the mirror and was quite pleased with the reflection. The suit she had chosen, on her daughter’s advice, fitted her curves beautifully, and the sleek but not too-high heels gave her legs a shape she had forgotten she possessed. Returning to work after a twenty-year break had seemed daunting to say the least, but now that the morning had arrived she was almost giddy with excitement. With a last flick of her now-tamed curls, she turned and smiled at her daughter. “What do you think sweetheart, will I do?” Her eldest grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. “You look gorgeous Mum! They are very lucky to have you work for them. Who knows? You may meet someone dishy there!” Margaret tutted and shook her head. Her daughter was obsessed with getting her a man in her life, but after the death of Ron, the father of her children, it was something she hadn’t considered. Part of her knew that her daughter DID have a point; at forty-three she wasn’t getting any younger and a man WOULD be nice to make her feel wanted again. Margaret frowned at the eager look. “I didn’t go back to work to get involved with a man. We need the money, darling. I hardly suspect I will meet the man of my dreams at Perkins Packing Company. As the Secretary I will be cooped up in a back office somewhere! No, honey, the most I want out of this is to improve our quality of life and get you through college. Anything else isn’t really important right now.” Her daughter rolled her eyes in that exaggerated fashion that all teens seem to master. “Oh Mum! You still have your looks so you should live a little! I bet there will be some hunky guys there who would LOVE to take you out on a date, so think positive!” She could still see the big beaming smile on her daughters face as she parked her car in the car park at her new place of work. She had thought it was an ugly building when she had come for her interview, and even though she was now working there it hadn’t improved its looks. It was a huge grey box of a building, and there were very few windows to break up its cliff-like edifice. She knew, as it had been pointed out to her, that her new office was right in the top left-hand corner and possessed one of those precious windows. She tilted her head up to find it, sighing when she could see the remains of a dead plant silhouetted against the light from inside. Taking a deep breath she crossed to the main door and stepped into the bleak foyer. A receptionist bearing the nametag “Hillary” looked up from reading a magazine with a quizzical expression. “Good morning! Can I help you?” Margaret introduced herself, and explained why she was there. Hillary seemed a little taken aback that no-one had informed her they had a new Secretary, however, she smiled in greeting and came from behind her small desk. “If you would like to follow me, I’ll take you up to Mr. Coleman, the Manager.” Hillary paused at a set of grey swing doors, her eyes twinkling at Margaret with amusement as she gave her suit the quick once over. “I call this trip The Gauntlet and, looking like you do, I think the wildlife are going to make this VERY interesting! They are used to the women here wearing these,” she indicated her own dowdy uniform, “so someone looking as smart as you do will certainly get their attention. Are you ready?” Before Margaret could ask what she was talking about Hillary pushed through the doors. Hurrying after her, Margaret entered a world of thumping machines and rattling conveyor belts. She wasn’t prepared for the blast of heat that greeted her, and she could feel her face glowing by the time she caught up with the younger woman. She was certainly not prepared for the sight of glistening muscular torso’s displayed by the rows of men attending those machines either! She drew level with Hillary and shouted above the noise. “Do they all walk around like that? What about Health and Safety regulations?” Hillary looked at her and laughed. “In this heat? The air conditioning broke almost two years ago and it would be unbearable to work in safety vests in this temperature. The men don’t seem to mind, and provided no one complains they get a nice little bonus at the end of the month. Mr. Coleman has told them its that or air conditioning, so you can guess what they chose!” Margaret nodded and tried to drag her eyes away from the rippling, sweating back of a huge man lifting crates into a hopper. This place looked as though it might have perks after all! As they walked the length of the building Margaret became aware that they were being watched. She turned, and saw that all of the men they had passed were now standing at the ends of their machines, looking at them. As she looked back in the direction they were heading, she noticed that the men ahead had already stepped out to watch them as well. Hillary was obviously well used to this kind of blatant ogling, but she could feel herself starting to glow even more at the sheer animal feel of all those eyes. She tried very hard to keep her eyes forward, but when she sneaked glances at some of the men they even licked their lips! She had a strange feeling that if she were alone in here they would have ravaged her on the spot. It was a relief to get to the doors at the far end and leave the heat and noise behind them, and Margaret stopped to press her forehead against the cool painted brickwork. Hillary touched her lightly on the shoulder, her voice full of understanding. “It is quite overwhelming isn’t it? I was petrified the first time I went through there on my own, but now I just ignore the horny bastards. I think they picked up the clicking of your heels even above the noise” She shook her head and laughed again, “They can sniff out a fresh woman from a mile away!” Margaret dabbed at her cheeks with her handkerchief and smiled. “Are we allowed to carry baseball bats?” The two women were still chuckling when Hillary stopped outside an office and indicated the sign on the door. “This will be your office, but we will go next door so I can introduce you to Mr. Coleman.” Hillary leaned closer and whispered. “The other girls here will be extremely jealous you are working so closely with him. He’s a real dish!” She gave Margaret a wink and knocked loudly on the next door along. A quiet “Come in” could just be heard before Hillary swung open the door. As soon as she saw him Margaret knew exactly what Hillary had intimated; Mr. Coleman was the spitting image of a young Sean Connery. She figured she was probably just old enough to have recognised the similarities the other girls had missed, but there was no denying his attractiveness. Aged around mid-thirties she guessed, he had that same lithe grace Sean had always had as he stood and moved around his desk to greet her. His voice was pure Oxbridge as he smiled and offered her a chair. “You must be Margaret! My father told me he had appointed a new Secretary, but he hasn’t really given me a great deal of details.” Margaret caught his quick physical appraisal of her and felt the blush returning. She gave a little cough and returned his smile. “I hope I turn out to be what you need Mr. Coleman. This is my first job since starting a family, so I may be a little rusty in some areas.” The young man smiled and nodded before looking up at a hovering Hillary. “Have you given Margaret the tour and shown her where everything is yet?” When Hillary answered in the negative, he clapped his hands and waved towards the door. “Do that first, then I can sit quietly with Margaret and go through her duties.” The “Tour” turned out to be Hillary pointing at passing doors and telling Margaret what was behind each one, so in less than fifteen minutes she sat behind what was now her own desk. She was pleased that the drawers seemed to contain just about every stationary item she could need, and the files ranged along various shelves were neat and tidy, so no major remedial work was going to be needed! She looked at the dead plant she had spotted earlier and frowned. It was, or had been, some form of cheese plant but now all that remained were a few curled, brown leaves and a stalk. Deciding it needed a decent burial, or at least a trip to the dumpsters outside the building, Margaret hefted the big plant pot and set off to find her way back to the main entrance. It was only as she came down the last few stairs from the top floor that she realised she would have to go through the “Gauntlet” again. She was pretty sure there MUST be another way to get outside, but until she discovered it, there was only one way she knew. She reached the doors to the main area, took a deep breath, and stepped into the heat and noise. She could feel eyes on her instantly, and even though she tried to walk quietly (damn heels) the glistening figures started to appear at the ends of the machines. She had managed to get half way across the room, steadfastly refusing to even look at any of them, before the huge guy blocked her way, the one she had seen loading the crates. He stood there looking at her as though sizing her up for a meal. When he spoke his voice sounded like it came from a grave. “Hello, pretty lady. You look as though you could do with some packing!” Margaret looked up at his grinning face and swallowed hard. She remembered a documentary on TV about wolves, and something the presenter had mentioned seemed very appropriate at this moment. Show no fear. She smiled and held out the plant pot to him. “I don’t need packing, but what I DO need is a big strong man like you to take this heavy thing and throw it away. Could you do that for me?” She saw the confusion cross his face and gave herself a mental whoop of congratulations. He took the plant from her and Margaret turned quickly to return to her office before he could change his mind. She breathed out hard when she made it to the exit. The heat in that room had made her feel a little sticky, so once back in her office she slipped out of her suit jacket and fanned herself with a sheaf of papers. A cough from the doorway made her jump, and she looked up into the smiling face of Mr. Coleman. “If you have a moment, Margaret, could you pop into my office so I can go through a few things with you?” She quickly followed his retreating figure into his office, taking the same chair as before and smiling at him expectantly. He tilted his head slightly and looked at her, before rising from his chair and flicking a switch on the wall. Once seated again he smiled a little apologetically. “I’m sorry, Margaret, I forget that not everyone is used to the heat in the main packing room. I’ve just put the air conditioning on, so you’ll soon cool down.” Margaret sighed at first when the cool blast of air washed over her from above, but soon started to feel decidedly uncomfortable. When she had chosen what to wear that day she had picked a light shirt of a contrasting colour to the suit, and, under that, she had worn a simple slip. She was proud of her boobs because they had seemed to defy gravity over the years, so whenever possible she didn’t wear a bra; it was a decision she was starting to regret. After the heat of the room the cool air hit her nipples like an ice cube, and they distended almost painfully in response. She could feel them lift and try to poke their way through the two flimsy layers covering them, and a quick glance down confirmed they were hugely obvious! As casually as she could manage, she crossed her arms over them but, as she glanced back up at Mr. Coleman, it was obvious he had seen them too. His eyes met hers, and there was something in them that made her blush hotly despite the cooling air. He swallowed slowly before speaking. “Your main role here will be one of bookkeeping and invoicing. However, since we have been without a Secretary for a while, there will be a fair amount of correspondence to catch up on. I will give you a list of who needs contacting, and we can make a start on getting those letters out today. Do you have any questions?” Margaret managed a weak smile and shake of her head before escaping back into her own office. Margaret was grateful that instead of coming into her office with the list, Mr. Coleman emailed the company details with a covering letter for her to copy. After a quick search for letter-headed paper, she loaded the printer and set about typing; this simple task taking her mind away from the embarrassing incident earlier. Once she had a pile of ten ready to go, she gathered them together and went through to Mr. Coleman to place them on his desk. He was on the phone, but broke into his call to stop her leaving. “Those need to go into the mailbox just outside the main gate, Margaret. Will you drop them in for me to catch this afternoons post?” She smiled and nodded, retrieving the letters and setting off towards the stairs. As she pushed open the doors to enter the main packing room she steeled herself for the expected attention; however she had completely forgotten about the heat. It washed over her, and immediately she felt her slip and shirt mould themselves to her body. With a squeak she realised that her breasts were almost completely visible through the thin covering, the burst of perspiration breaking out over her skin turning her clothing transparent. She slowly raised her eyes from her chest, and had a minor tremble when she saw the workers standing silently watching her. Not wanting to retreat, Margaret set her jaw and walked between them. Once again she refused to look at them, but was acutely aware of growls and licked lips, to say nothing of hands rubbing obvious erections through grimy pants! In that moment, she was more acutely aware of her body than she had ever been before in her life; and part of her liked it! She let her shoulders roll back a little and added an extra sway to her hips, her journey through the lecherous horde turning into a strut! The men stepped closer, so that she was almost brushing against them as she walked, and she could SMELL the hunger and desire emanating from them. It made her pussy tingle when they growled and uttered under their breaths what disgusting things they wanted to do to her so that, by the time she got to the door at the other end, she was positively dripping. Margaret tottered into reception on unsteady legs, causing a worried-looking Hillary to move towards her to take her arm. “Are you okay Margaret? Have they done something to you? If those bastards have grabbed you, I’ll swing for them all!” Margaret composed herself and smiled at the younger girl. “Bless you Hillary, but I am fine, really! I think it was just the heat that got to me. I’ll be okay with a walk outside.” Hillary nodded but didn’t look convinced as she watched Margaret go across the car park towards the main gates. Margaret leaned against the post box after depositing the letters and took several very deep breaths. Her pussy was on fire, and the thought of going back through the packing room was making her ache! She pulled at her top, easing it away from her skin, and chuckled at the rock-hard nubs of her nipples stretching the thin slip underneath. “Good grief, Margaret, what is the matter with you?” She walked back to the building with a smile on her face, unaware that above her Mr. Coleman was watching through her office window. Without pausing in her stride she went through the double doors and back into the maelstrom of heat, machines, and sweating bodies. They were waiting for her. Her path to the far end was now through a narrow gap created by the men lining the walkway, and she was very aware it would be a tight squeeze. She walked slowly forward, turning her shoulders so that she could fit between the men, the front of her shirt brushing the chests of those facing her. She could feel the sweat soaking her breasts as she inched between them, and there were very hard lumps being rubbed across her ass with every faltering step. Not one of the men made a move to touch her with their hands, but the press of their bodies was making Margaret dizzy with desire, and her pussy was going into spasms! She had no idea how she managed it, but with a moan she collapsed through the doors at the far end, her breathing ragged as she clung to the wall. She had to drag herself up the stairs and along the corridor, her relief at entering her office cut short at the sight of Mr. Coleman sat on the edge of her desk looking at her. He had a tight smile on his face as he stepped towards her, standing far too close for Margaret’s comfort as he spoke quietly. “I saw on the CCTV you seem intent of disrupting my workforce Margaret.” Margaret gulped and mumbled what she hoped was an apology, but it turned into a whimper as Mr. Coleman placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall. She looked into his eyes, and trembled at the dark shadows that told her she was in trouble. When his hands came up and grasped her breasts Margaret moaned and orgasmed instantly, only his hands pressed against her preventing her from sliding to the floor. He was smiling as she shuddered and gasped; her eyes wide with a look of shock as he roughly pulled up her skirt and groped between her thighs. Margaret didn’t know what to do; her body was throbbing and lifting at him while her mind was telling her to push him away! When big fingers pushed into her panties and slid inside her she wailed and came again. Her knees wouldn’t support her, and she sagged onto the hand between her thighs, the pressure that caused making Margaret shudder and writhe helplessly against the wall. He fingered her deeply; the wet sounds of her pussy making Margaret blush at her wantonness as she clung to him and hoped it wouldn’t stop just yet. Mr. Coleman growled and pulled her across the room to press her down over her desk; he ripped her panties and hose down to her knees quickly. Margaret arched and gasped “Oh, God.” as he pushed his large cock into her dripping pussy, her mouth open wide as he started to take her hard and fast. He fucked her for what seemed like forever, Margaret cumming repeatedly as he pulled her back onto him, her ass bruising under his fingers while her pussy puffed and ached at the onslaught. Eventually he groaned and emptied into her, Margaret whimpering partly out of regret that he was going to finish with her, partly out of relief that her pussy was still in one piece! She jumped when he slapped her firmly on the ass, turning to look at him through glazed eyes, incredulous, as he stepped away zipping himself up. “Thank you, Margaret, I can see you will be a pleasure to have working here. Be a good girl and pop to the canteen, will you? I could murder a coffee!” That night, when Margaret returned home, her daughter was waiting excitedly, full of questions about her day. After collapsing into a chair, albeit rather gingerly, Margaret puffed out her cheeks and smiled back at her daughter. She had no idea where to start to explain all that had happened. “Honey, I am going to LOVE working at that place! The people are friendly, the whole place suits me down to the ground, and my Boss is an absolute dream. I think I should have returned to work YEARS ago!” Her daughter grinned, happy that all had worked out so well for her Mum, but she frowned at the look on her face when Margaret closed her eyes and sighed deeply. That little smile didn’t quite fit. My Words Are A way Into Your Mind...Be brave And let Me In.
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There is nothing wrong about that certain Scottish film actor and spy. 
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I think Margaret will become the company.... err ... mascot,ya that's it, mascot.
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Mmmmmm, yummy, wish that could happen to me. Talk about a serious fantasy. Pretty nice punishment for disrupting work. Please Sir, can we have some more of Margaret at work?
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