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GRACE’S VERY HARD LESSONS
by Dark Avenger. Copyright 2006. Email comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com
CHAPTER 2 (MF, exhib)
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Grace, one of the youngest star female executives in the company, was sitting in the meeting room on the
cushioned chair, facing her colleague. Dressed in professional office attire, with an exceptionally short business
skirt and exceptionally high stiletto heels, wearing pristine make-up, the only thing below that cool exterior
which gave away her sexual submission and control to the man in front of her, was the fact that Grace’s thighs
were parted deliberately in her sitting position – approximately six inches between her knees, the maximum
allowed by her short skirt before the material would ride up her thighs. This allowed her colleague Royston to
have a clear view of her mesh-thong panties, and the embarrassing wet spot created by his vibrator, still parked
in her cunt-hole.
Leaning forward to inspect the reluctant lady between her legs, Royston said, “And how is your Royal
Slushiness?”
“Nice and wet isn’t she?” Royston remarked, looking her in the eye.
“Yes Sir,” Grace acknowledged, somewhat reluctantly.
“Why are you so mean to me Sir?” she said.
“Me?” said Royston incredulously. “Mean? I’ve been SO nice with you Grace.. you have no idea. And you say I’m
mean.”
Grace didn’t know how to respond, so she kept quiet, sitting there with her legs spread open for Royston’s
inspection.
“In fact I’ll show you how nice I am to you, Grace. Your photo shoot is definitely on this evening, so you will
need to be at Joe’s at 8pm. Because you’ve been such a GOOD girl yesterday evening – you remember yesterday
evening don’t you girl? - I will not be continuing the vibrator treatment for the rest of today.”
Grace’s heart ached as she recalled what happened yesterday evening. Royston had imposed a new rule for her -
to even qualify to ask for permission to orgasm, she must have man-cum in her mouth. It was the most degrading
experience she ever had in her life when she crawled to Royston, and showed him her mouth full of fresh semen,
and asked for permission from Royston to let her cum. To earn her orgasm, she had sucked off a co-worker from
the accounting department. It was George’s cum she had in her mouth when she climaxed, hard, like a horny slut.
She surprised herself, what she had done. She wondered what she new low she would make herself do next.
As Grace stepped out of his office, Royston too, wondered about who Grace would choose to suck off next time,
just so that she could earn her right to ask permission to cum. Would it be George again? Or Chong the office
janitor? Or would it be someone else? Maybe it was about time she did the mailroom man..
** 12 days ago: THE MAILROOM MAN
Tony was the office’s mail room clerk. He also worked in the file library, which was next to the mail room. Tony
was twenty-nine years of age and single, and did not quite complete high school. It was easy to see why he was
single though – his looks were unremarkable, his aftershave atrocious, he carried his gangly frame usually with a
hunch and shuffling gait, and he spoke with a stutter. As a result, he was generally not too good with women.
However, that didn’t mean that he didn’t fancy the ladies working in the office. In fact, he had been keeping track
of Grace – one of the hottest chicks in the office – for some time. It was to his pleasant surprise that she suddenly
popped up this morning in his little territory.
And what an appearance. Tony’s eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as he saw Grace in her low-cut top, very
short skirt and six inch stiletto heels, standing in the doorway.
“Umm.. excuse me…” she said, peering around, before she decided that Tony was the only human being around
in the vicinity which she could ask for help. “I need to retrieve a number of files from the archives. Can you tell
me where I can find them?”
Since Tony looked at her with the same dumbstruck expression as he usually did, it did not occur to Grace
initially that her dress code was causing quite a stir under his pants. Grace looked down at where Tony was
staring – her legs, and uneasily cleared her throat, suddenly remembering with embarrassment the slutty attire
that Royston had forced her to wear to work.
“Umm.. your name is Tony right? The file reference numbers are all listed on this sheet,” she said, trying to
ignore the fact that he was staring at her.
“Ah.. yes… Miss Grace…,” said Tony finally, finding his wits and tearing his eyes away from the legs and
focusing on the sheet of paper she was holding up in front of him.
Grace found it mildly annoying that he always addressed her not by her last name or simply “Grace”, but “Miss
Grace”.
“Th – this one and this, you nn – need to look in this cabinet here. The rest – I think it would be over there… I can
sh - show you later…” Tony said with a stammer.
Grace stooped down, and looked at the label on the cabinet – Tony was right, the file she was looking for was in
the lowest drawer of the cabinet. Pulling out the drawer, she started looking. Grace realized that with her six inch
heels, she had to reach down six inches further to reach into the low drawer.
After a while, her back felt the strain, and she contemplated kneeling down to continue her search. The idea of
kneeling in the presence of this creepy mailman did not appeal to her immensely, especially since it reminded her
of her training positions. But most of all, she was worried that with her ridiculously steep heels, she would be
unable to get up.
So Grace decided to squat down – it was definitely easier than bending her back, and she would definitely be able
to get up than if she was kneeling. For two minutes, she searched for her file in the cabinet, oblivious that Tony
was watching her from a short distance behind. When she looked down at her skirt, she suddenly realized that
there was a reason why Tony was standing where he was. Reflected on the shiny metallic surface of the front of
the drawer, Tony could see Grace’s panties between her thighs due to her squatting position.
Grace quickly stood up when she realized what the creepy mailroom clerk was up to.
Tony was getting a hard on watching the young lady’s thighs and her panties through the reflection in the
drawer. When she suddenly stood up, he was extremely disappointed.
Grace finally found her file, and pulled it out, closing the drawer.
“The other files are over here,” said Tony as he beckoned Grace over to the other side of the cramped room. He
pointed to another stack of files in boxes. He returned to his seat at his regular table, which happened to be facing
the boxes. These were the files that Royston just returned, so they were still in the temporary storage boxes, to-be
shelved.
This was in fact planned by Royston. With six inch heels, Royston knew that Grace had to reach down six inches
further to reach something on the floor if she couldn’t squat or kneel. The further down she bent, the higher her
skirt hiked up the back of her legs, and up her butt. While her skirt may not hike itself up another six inches,
considering how short her skirts had become, if it hiked up another two inches, she would already be exposing
herself. Royston, knowing that certain files were in the bottom drawers, or in the boxes facing Tony (because
Royston had just returned those files), had made sure that these file reference numbers were on the list he gave to
Grace.
All the time Grace was retrieving the files from the boxes, Tony was enjoying the sight of Grace exposing herself
to him. His mouth watered as he stared at her waif-like legs stretching up to the bottom half-moons of her smooth
ass, his hand adjusting the tightness in his pants.
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