1. Missing Time


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    meeting with Karen!” “Oops.” They walked back on their floor together. “So what’s with the polo neck?” Her question was innocent enough and he felt the relief of not needing to lie. “Well Stella, I thought you might know.” “Sorry?” With barely enough to time to register her reply, a figure came into view making their way towards them. He could see that she had taken one look at him and her displeasure was clear, his contravention of the dress code was not going to go unnoticed. “Oh fuck, the boss,” he hissed under his breath. As the sound of her footsteps drew near, it was impossible to avoid eye contact any longer. “Hello Cass, how are you today?” he brazenly ventured. “Hello Rory, your attire seems to be out of place, my office please.” “Later Stella.” As Cass turned tail back to her office, he offered an impudent smile behind her back towards Stella. Feeling a deflated sense of the inevitable, he followed Cass to her office. Always immaculately presented, Cass expected the same from her staff. She was fastidious with everything and everyone around her. He afforded himself a good stare at her tight skirt and pert derriere as she sashayed up the corridor. Expecting her admonishment, he would accept her disappointment as the price he had to pay for today. Her corner office was an oasis of order amidst the bare office space covered in sheets. She had wanted this half of the floor renovated over the Christmas break. At least his dressing down would be out of earshot of any ...
    staff. “Take a seat.” Her cut-glass accent was brittle and exquisitely upmarket; he never tired of hearing it. As he sat in the sandalwood coloured leather chair, the fully frosted door clonked shut. Her office was the model of emotionless efficiency, her desk clear, files tidied away and no loose papers messed up the place. Whilst Cass was more driven and successful with her career, they were a similar age. He found her timeless beauty attractive; he found her pristine demeanour alluring. It was no secret that she had gone through a messy divorce that year and Ned reckoned it was on account of the frost between her legs. He looked at her and consoled himself that if she were going to make him squirm - he would enjoy looking at her while she did it. She took to her chair behind her desk and stared at him determinedly. “So Rory, care to explain yourself?” “The polo neck? I slept funny and cricked my neck, it hurt when I put my shirt on this morning.” She was impassive. “No, not that, tell me about what happened at the party.” The impudence of his answer only exaggerated her deliberate tone. He felt a burning surge welling up his body and prickle his cheeks. “Come again?” His feigned nonchalance did not work. The expression of bewilderment on his face laid bare his inability to recall precisely what did happen at the party. He could feel his synthetic confidence ebbing away from him and it was written all over his face. “I was with my friends the whole time, they can vouch for me.” ...
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