GWOT 2 - Still Frames - NSFW NI
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drewkittyGWOT 2 - Still Frames
[This snippet is NSFW for sexuality for once, rather than violence.]
Although we tried to be discreet about it, my affair with the VP of HR did not escape notice from the usual cast of characters.
Brooke of course had to know, as my bodyguard and keeper.
The SLE raised an eyebrow when she stuttered a word in a large meeting while looking in my direction. That was as good as a shout from him.
Wyatt was discreetly impressed.
Dr. Rise was discreetly disgusted. She'd made her own repeated plays for me, off the same sheet of music but in the wrong key.
###
The primary signal between the two of us surrounded her door. As a senior executive, her office had the unusual feature of not having a narrow transparent panel. (Others had taped paper over theirs, or drapes, etc.)
When she got up and locked the door, I would take a moment to check my scheduler, turn down (but not off) my radio and smile just a little bit.
###
She put her hand on the door. Locked it carefully, hand shaking slightly.
Then she gracefully knelt on the carpeted floor and slightly licked her lips.
"I don't like giving head," she said quietly.
###
The third time she locked the door, I met her eyes and took a small item out of my pocket.
She flinched, seeing it.
A labeled bottle.
"Bend over the desk," I said in a very controlled low tone.
She shuddered again on the short walk over.
###
I had gotten up to leave. She realized that she'd been so distracted during our meeting that she had forgotten to get up first.
My hand reached the door.
She started quivering.
I raised an eyebrow.
I touched the lock knob.
She started to say something.
I interrupted her by locking it.
Then I turned and put a hand on my trouser seam.
She nearly fell out of her chair, crawling towards me.
###
"Will you handcuff me?" she whispered.
"Not this time. Not with these."
It's amazing what one can do with socks and zip ties.
###
Then came the time that neither of us had expected.
No games with locks or toys or topping.
When you've been far enough down the path of kink, kissing becomes perverted again.
We simply necked and petted, until the end of meeting alarm beeped.
We smiled at each other and put our game faces back on.
###
Then, all too soon, it was Tuesday, and Homeland was here to 'survey and train.'
And they had two people to meet with on their list.
The VP of HR, and me.
[This snippet is NSFW for sexuality for once, rather than violence.]
Although we tried to be discreet about it, my affair with the VP of HR did not escape notice from the usual cast of characters.
Brooke of course had to know, as my bodyguard and keeper.
The SLE raised an eyebrow when she stuttered a word in a large meeting while looking in my direction. That was as good as a shout from him.
Wyatt was discreetly impressed.
Dr. Rise was discreetly disgusted. She'd made her own repeated plays for me, off the same sheet of music but in the wrong key.
###
The primary signal between the two of us surrounded her door. As a senior executive, her office had the unusual feature of not having a narrow transparent panel. (Others had taped paper over theirs, or drapes, etc.)
When she got up and locked the door, I would take a moment to check my scheduler, turn down (but not off) my radio and smile just a little bit.
###
She put her hand on the door. Locked it carefully, hand shaking slightly.
Then she gracefully knelt on the carpeted floor and slightly licked her lips.
"I don't like giving head," she said quietly.
###
The third time she locked the door, I met her eyes and took a small item out of my pocket.
She flinched, seeing it.
A labeled bottle.
"Bend over the desk," I said in a very controlled low tone.
She shuddered again on the short walk over.
###
I had gotten up to leave. She realized that she'd been so distracted during our meeting that she had forgotten to get up first.
My hand reached the door.
She started quivering.
I raised an eyebrow.
I touched the lock knob.
She started to say something.
I interrupted her by locking it.
Then I turned and put a hand on my trouser seam.
She nearly fell out of her chair, crawling towards me.
###
"Will you handcuff me?" she whispered.
"Not this time. Not with these."
It's amazing what one can do with socks and zip ties.
###
Then came the time that neither of us had expected.
No games with locks or toys or topping.
When you've been far enough down the path of kink, kissing becomes perverted again.
We simply necked and petted, until the end of meeting alarm beeped.
We smiled at each other and put our game faces back on.
###
Then, all too soon, it was Tuesday, and Homeland was here to 'survey and train.'
And they had two people to meet with on their list.
The VP of HR, and me.
