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Work
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by deirdre, 11/2/94
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It was too dressy for work. "Do you think it's too dressy?" she asked.
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"No," I answered, smiling. "You *have* to go wild now and then." She smiled
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a relieved smile. Marie, that is. It was morning and she'd just come into my
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office. The dress was too sexy--it was dark, tight, short, and the neckline
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plunged. OK for the right date, but wrong for work. Very wrong. But what
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could I say? And why was she wearing it?
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"Dave made me wear it."
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Weird. "Looks like something Dave might like you in. I guess he's not the
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jealous type. You let him decide what you wear?"
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"Today I did. Yesterday was his birthday." Still weird.
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"And you're still celebrating?"
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"I told him that for his birthday, starting yesterday evening, I'd do anything
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he wanted for 24 hours." Now *that* intrigued me. I looked at Marie.
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"Anything?" I asked.
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"Anything."
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I guess she liked to live dangerously. My curiosity was *really* aroused.
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What would Dave do with an opportunity like that? What *happened* last night?
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Innocent-seeming little Marie. "And how was it?" *That* was the right
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question: not too nosey, but open-ended enough to see if she'd talk.
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"Well, he took me out. In this dress, too." She was talking! "It was
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supposed to be an evening for him but it was as if it were *my* birthday the
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whole time!"
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"Really?" This intrigued me too. Maybe Dave had qualities that I'd missed.
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"I think he was trying to soften me up."
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"Your promise wasn't enough?"
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"Well, things *did* get pretty wild afterwards."
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"But you survived?" Something inside me wanted me to keep her talking. She
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looked over her shoulder even though my office door was shut; then leaned
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closer and talked in a lower voice.
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"He... took me into the bedroom and had me lean against the bed, well, sort of
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half lie on it..." She looked at me confused. "Like this," she continued and
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she bent her body face down over the end of my desk so her body was supported
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by her arms on the desk and her rear was right at the edge. I thought about
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the possibilities.
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"And?" I asked. Nosey or not, I had to know. Leaning like that, the tops of
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her breasts were quite visible.
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"He had me lift my dress." She took the edge of her dress with one hand and
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lifted it a couple of inches towards her rear, then stopped.
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"That far?"
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She giggled. "Until my rear was bare."
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"What about your pantyhose?"
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"He had me stay bare under the dress all evening."
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I gulped. I glanced at her legs: no hose. "To the restaurant?"
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"Oh yes."
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"What was that like."
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She looked thoughtful. "Interesting," she finally offered.
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"Well what happened next?"
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"You seem awfully nosey!"
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"Well you started it and I can't help but be curious."
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"He had me reach back and feel myself." She actually reached back and put her
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hand on her rear. Over the rear of her dress. She was wearing what he told
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her to. I just *knew* she was bare under the dress right now! She had to be!
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"Well, my dress was up, of course," she added in case I didn't get the
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picture.
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"You did that while he just watched?"
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"For a little while. Then he pulled out his cock and got behind me."
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Well, we were getting explicit now! "And he did it with you from behind? Men
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do like that."
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"Well, I was hot. I was ready for it. But..."
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"But what?"
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"He did me *back there*." I mulled over what she was saying and it hit me
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what she meant. I was almost bowled over! Dave doing *that* to little Marie?
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"You two *do* that?"
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"It was the first time." I stared at her.
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"Did it...?"
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"Oh, I was so ready! I *loved* it! I screamed so loud." Dave doing that to
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little Marie! Marie screaming in pleasure! I was mesmerized by the picture
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in my mind. "It was... so... good... " came Marie's voice. I shook myself
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out of my daze. Her hand was pressed against her own rear! *She* looked like
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she was in a daze! I just knew her rear was bare underneath that dress. Her
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hand moved briefly and the dress edged higher. I could just reach out and
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pull it up over her rear.
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She was staring at me. She didn't say anything--she just had a look on her
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face.
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"Do you know what I mean?" she finally asked. Her voice was a little breathy.
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"Yes," I answered.
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"Would you want to see him... and me?"
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I gulped but didn't answer. I should have said *of course not*. "Are you
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going to answer?" she added. I still sat there, mute.
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"He's at home. Come to my house." She stood up and pulled on my hand.
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How would I ever explain this? Just taking off from work with Marie! She was
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driving me to her house. "His orders this morning," she said as she drove,
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"were to go get a woman and bring her back to him."
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