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Shelly's alarm clock woke her promptly at 5:30 that morning and she lay still staring at the ceiling for a moment as visions of a man's muscular buttocks danced in her head. Her right hand began her usual clitoral stimulation as her left hand smoothed the soft skin of her right breast until she felt her nipple tingle, but when she felt she was forcing herself to reach orgasm she exhaled in frustration then exited the bed, went to the bathroom, urinated, then showered before sitting down to have her first cup of coffee.
Shelly scanned the headlines in the local newspaper, read the stock news, folded the paper for her mother to read later, rinsed her coffee cup, returned to her bedroom, applied her makeup, brushed her long black hair, dressed in her work clothes then organized her purse. After she was satisfied she appeared perfect for a boring day behind a desk, she checked on her sleeping mother then drove to work in near darkness in the used car she bought last year.
Just after sunrise, Shelly arrived at the facility for her fourth day of work, parked the old rust bucket then waited for the dieseling to stop. An attractive blonde woman in sheik business dress walked up to her and said with an assuring gentle voice as she peered at Shelly's protruding chest, "It'll stop eventually." The girl waited while giggling Shelly thought about the numerous times she heard the same words from people. When the engine finally stopped, Shelly exited the car, locked the door and said to the woman, "Connie, this is a POS car and I'm sick of it."
Connie was an adorable blonde with a slender yet shapely body, a bubbly attitude, a genius mind and a healthy passion for beautiful women. She had developed an accounting program when she was in college and sold the rights for a considerable commission before graduating. When Shelly first met Connie she had no idea Connie was a prodigy and self-made millionaire among other things, she simply liked being around the silly woman because she acted like a bubbly teenager and always encouraged Shelly to push the envelop.
The girls independently captured the attention of many males and a few females on their first days at West Side Medical, but when they were together they acted in harmony protecting each other from the onslaught of advances much likes sisters but Connie decided from the moment she first met Shelly she wanted to be more than just girlfriends with the raven beauty but she understood a sexual relationship with Shelly would take incredible patience, a vast amount of understanding, nurturing and discovery far outside the box.
That morning, they wrapped their arms around each others waist then began sashaying toward the front doors of the building like two giggling high school girls on a tease mission. When the girls stepped by two men near the entrance talking to each other, one of the men growled, "Fuck me." Instinctively, Connie turned her head and said, "You wish." Without further comment, the two girls continued toward the huge glass doors purposely wiggling their posteriors like two untouchable hot girls insisting they were the center of attention, then after promising to meet in the dining hall for lunch, they went their separate ways.
Later that morning Shelly's office partner placed a sealed envelope on her desk then she stood at attention waiting for Shelly to open the envelope. Shelly looked up as she slipped her letter opener under the end of the flap and quizzed, "What?"
"Some woman I've never seen around here before asked me to give it to you ... guess I'll just go do stuff, I don't need to say ... or do," then Shelly interrupted with a caustic, "Thanks."
Mary lowered her body slowly down to watch Shelly's face before her computer monitor blocked her view. After Shelly opened the sealed envelope she pulled a note out and read it. She quickly got up, grabbed her purse then stepped briskly toward the doorway.
"Where you going?" snapped Mary as she stood up and caught her balance.
Shelly didn't answer instead she rushed to the ladies restroom hoping nobody would be in the space. When she opened the door to the restroom she quickly glanced around and when she was sure she was alone she placed the note on the counter then looked at her reflection in mirror.
"Shit, shit ... shit ... damn, shit," mumbled Shelly, "Why now?" then Shelly picked up the note and read the words again. "I can't do it, I just can't do it," continued Shelly, then she read the note again. "Oh God, I have to do this."
Shelly's heart began to beat in her chest and she began feeling heat fill her body. Her heels clacked on the tile floor as she paced in a circle while fanning her face with her hand, "Shit ... I'm going to loose it, I know I will." Then suddenly the restroom door opened and Mary entered the space, glanced at Shelly then stepped up to the vanity pretending she was examining her makeup.
"You ok?" asked Mary as she looked at Shelly's reflection in the mirror.
Shelly stopped düzce escort (https://hurilerim.com/duzce/) pacing and stood still with the note dangling between her fingers, "someone wants to see me."
Mary stepped in front of Shelly and tried to look into her eyes, "Who, who wants to see you?" asked Mary with a crack in her voice.
Shelly exhaled then she held the paper up as she cocked her hip to one side. "I can't say," offered Shelly as she felt her body chill.
"That envelope has the corporate name on the top, right?" asked Mary as she felt there was something going on and she needed to be filled in as fast as possible.
"My God Mary," offered Shelly, as she crammed the piece of paper in her purse.
"I know, I know," said Mary as she snapped her fingers, "You have to see him, it's like a court summons, you have to do it, maybe it's about something ... like a promotion or something," then Shelly interrupted the ranting woman and said with a calm voice, "Mary, It's not your issue."
Mary didn't have anything left to offer so she simply said, "You're right."
In seconds Shelly found herself alone again, pondering her next move. She fixed her makeup until she was satisfied it was perfect then she adjusted her dress, checked her shoes and cleared her mind. When she felt confident she stepped toward the door and slowly opened it. When she rounded the corner of the restroom vestibule she looked into the room of people. "Oh shit," she whispered as she noticed every single man in the massive room was looking at her like she was a slice of prime rib and every single woman was looking at her as if they wanted to toss the piece of meat on an open flame and watch it sizzle.
Shelly forced the walk through the facility to be a long journey to give her thoughts time to organize her words and what she would say to Peter once they encountered each other again. By the time she reached the double oak doors she concluded she had to tell the man their past had been forgotten and if he resisted, she'd have a backup plan, but Shelly never got that far in her thought process. The huge dark oak doors suddenly appeared before her and she read the stately signage, Westside Medical, Inc. Then her heart began to pound in her chest.
Shelly expected the doors to be heavy but when she pushed on them they opened easily and she stepped through the opening. A very attractive woman with deep red hair wearing a soft yellow dress was sitting at a glass top desk and she looked up when Shelly walked toward her as the massive doors slowly closed themselves behind her.
"May I help you miss?" asked the woman in a soft voice.
"Hi, I'm Shelly, I have this note, Mr. Kline wants to see me?" said Shelly nervously as she offered the note to the woman.
"Oh Shelly, nice to meet you, yes, I'm Joyce, I gave the envelope to your coworker, you were away from your desk at the time, hope you don't mind," said the lady as she stood and offered her hand.
Shelly shook the lady's hand then smiled and said with a calm voice, "Not a problem, she gave it to me as soon as I got there."
"Good, hold on a sec, I'll let Mr. Kline know you're here," said the lady as she picked up a handset and pressed a button on a massive console.
"Mr. Kline, Miss Duval to see you ... Yes sir ... no not yet sir ... it arrives on Friday the fifth ... yes sir ... very good sir," then the lady placed the handset back in the cradle and smiled at Shelly. "Mr. Kline will see you now." Just then the phone rang and the lady picked up the handset again then brushed her hand like she was scooting Shelly toward the huge wood door with a golden sign reading; Peter M. Kline President
Shelly scanned the headlines in the local newspaper, read the stock news, folded the paper for her mother to read later, rinsed her coffee cup, returned to her bedroom, applied her makeup, brushed her long black hair, dressed in her work clothes then organized her purse. After she was satisfied she appeared perfect for a boring day behind a desk, she checked on her sleeping mother then drove to work in near darkness in the used car she bought last year.
Just after sunrise, Shelly arrived at the facility for her fourth day of work, parked the old rust bucket then waited for the dieseling to stop. An attractive blonde woman in sheik business dress walked up to her and said with an assuring gentle voice as she peered at Shelly's protruding chest, "It'll stop eventually." The girl waited while giggling Shelly thought about the numerous times she heard the same words from people. When the engine finally stopped, Shelly exited the car, locked the door and said to the woman, "Connie, this is a POS car and I'm sick of it."
Connie was an adorable blonde with a slender yet shapely body, a bubbly attitude, a genius mind and a healthy passion for beautiful women. She had developed an accounting program when she was in college and sold the rights for a considerable commission before graduating. When Shelly first met Connie she had no idea Connie was a prodigy and self-made millionaire among other things, she simply liked being around the silly woman because she acted like a bubbly teenager and always encouraged Shelly to push the envelop.
The girls independently captured the attention of many males and a few females on their first days at West Side Medical, but when they were together they acted in harmony protecting each other from the onslaught of advances much likes sisters but Connie decided from the moment she first met Shelly she wanted to be more than just girlfriends with the raven beauty but she understood a sexual relationship with Shelly would take incredible patience, a vast amount of understanding, nurturing and discovery far outside the box.
That morning, they wrapped their arms around each others waist then began sashaying toward the front doors of the building like two giggling high school girls on a tease mission. When the girls stepped by two men near the entrance talking to each other, one of the men growled, "Fuck me." Instinctively, Connie turned her head and said, "You wish." Without further comment, the two girls continued toward the huge glass doors purposely wiggling their posteriors like two untouchable hot girls insisting they were the center of attention, then after promising to meet in the dining hall for lunch, they went their separate ways.
Later that morning Shelly's office partner placed a sealed envelope on her desk then she stood at attention waiting for Shelly to open the envelope. Shelly looked up as she slipped her letter opener under the end of the flap and quizzed, "What?"
"Some woman I've never seen around here before asked me to give it to you ... guess I'll just go do stuff, I don't need to say ... or do," then Shelly interrupted with a caustic, "Thanks."
Mary lowered her body slowly down to watch Shelly's face before her computer monitor blocked her view. After Shelly opened the sealed envelope she pulled a note out and read it. She quickly got up, grabbed her purse then stepped briskly toward the doorway.
"Where you going?" snapped Mary as she stood up and caught her balance.
Shelly didn't answer instead she rushed to the ladies restroom hoping nobody would be in the space. When she opened the door to the restroom she quickly glanced around and when she was sure she was alone she placed the note on the counter then looked at her reflection in mirror.
"Shit, shit ... shit ... damn, shit," mumbled Shelly, "Why now?" then Shelly picked up the note and read the words again. "I can't do it, I just can't do it," continued Shelly, then she read the note again. "Oh God, I have to do this."
Shelly's heart began to beat in her chest and she began feeling heat fill her body. Her heels clacked on the tile floor as she paced in a circle while fanning her face with her hand, "Shit ... I'm going to loose it, I know I will." Then suddenly the restroom door opened and Mary entered the space, glanced at Shelly then stepped up to the vanity pretending she was examining her makeup.
"You ok?" asked Mary as she looked at Shelly's reflection in the mirror.
Shelly stopped düzce escort (https://hurilerim.com/duzce/) pacing and stood still with the note dangling between her fingers, "someone wants to see me."
Mary stepped in front of Shelly and tried to look into her eyes, "Who, who wants to see you?" asked Mary with a crack in her voice.
Shelly exhaled then she held the paper up as she cocked her hip to one side. "I can't say," offered Shelly as she felt her body chill.
"That envelope has the corporate name on the top, right?" asked Mary as she felt there was something going on and she needed to be filled in as fast as possible.
"My God Mary," offered Shelly, as she crammed the piece of paper in her purse.
"I know, I know," said Mary as she snapped her fingers, "You have to see him, it's like a court summons, you have to do it, maybe it's about something ... like a promotion or something," then Shelly interrupted the ranting woman and said with a calm voice, "Mary, It's not your issue."
Mary didn't have anything left to offer so she simply said, "You're right."
In seconds Shelly found herself alone again, pondering her next move. She fixed her makeup until she was satisfied it was perfect then she adjusted her dress, checked her shoes and cleared her mind. When she felt confident she stepped toward the door and slowly opened it. When she rounded the corner of the restroom vestibule she looked into the room of people. "Oh shit," she whispered as she noticed every single man in the massive room was looking at her like she was a slice of prime rib and every single woman was looking at her as if they wanted to toss the piece of meat on an open flame and watch it sizzle.
Shelly forced the walk through the facility to be a long journey to give her thoughts time to organize her words and what she would say to Peter once they encountered each other again. By the time she reached the double oak doors she concluded she had to tell the man their past had been forgotten and if he resisted, she'd have a backup plan, but Shelly never got that far in her thought process. The huge dark oak doors suddenly appeared before her and she read the stately signage, Westside Medical, Inc. Then her heart began to pound in her chest.
Shelly expected the doors to be heavy but when she pushed on them they opened easily and she stepped through the opening. A very attractive woman with deep red hair wearing a soft yellow dress was sitting at a glass top desk and she looked up when Shelly walked toward her as the massive doors slowly closed themselves behind her.
"May I help you miss?" asked the woman in a soft voice.
"Hi, I'm Shelly, I have this note, Mr. Kline wants to see me?" said Shelly nervously as she offered the note to the woman.
"Oh Shelly, nice to meet you, yes, I'm Joyce, I gave the envelope to your coworker, you were away from your desk at the time, hope you don't mind," said the lady as she stood and offered her hand.
Shelly shook the lady's hand then smiled and said with a calm voice, "Not a problem, she gave it to me as soon as I got there."
"Good, hold on a sec, I'll let Mr. Kline know you're here," said the lady as she picked up a handset and pressed a button on a massive console.
"Mr. Kline, Miss Duval to see you ... Yes sir ... no not yet sir ... it arrives on Friday the fifth ... yes sir ... very good sir," then the lady placed the handset back in the cradle and smiled at Shelly. "Mr. Kline will see you now." Just then the phone rang and the lady picked up the handset again then brushed her hand like she was scooting Shelly toward the huge wood door with a golden sign reading; Peter M. Kline President