Heckron
11-06-2004, 12:06 AM
I was just curious if the writer of this story still frequents these boards...His name seems to be "Will C"...this was orignally posted on the Delphi boards waaaay back in 1999. So if the author is around...please speak up so I can shower you with praise! And also if there's any more to this story...man...would I love to see it!
From: FEMALECARPET Nov-3 7:33 pm
To: ALL
#250.1
A Day At The Office (any unauthorised readers please note: these stories are fictional accounts. They do not refer to anyone living or dead. Also, they are copywrite of Will c) Linda wasn’t looking forward to the day ahead. As the manager of her own accounts firm, she was due to spend the entire day interviewing girls for the job as her private secretary. Quality was hard to come by these days, and Linda was difficult to please at the best of times. At 32, Linda could be said to have it all. Not only was she very successful in her career, but she was very attractive, what her mother used to call ‘a real head turner. Linda was about 5”, 8’ in height. She had long, shapely legs, small firm buttocks, a trim waist, and small firm breasts. Linda’s facial features were beautiful: large brown eyes, a slim aquiline nose, large, full sensuous lips, all framed by long black straight hair. However, Linda considered her best physical features to be her hands and feet. Her hands were long and sensuous, with long fingers, and long, wide nails. Her feet were largish, wide-ish across the ball of the foot, narrowing to a perfectly rounded heel, with long toes, and long, wide, smooth, perfectly shaped nails. Linda’s personality was aggressive and dominant: she had to be the boss in all that she did, even in her personal and working relationships. Today, with the interviews in mind, Linda had dressed in a black two piece suit, white blouse, black stockings, and black stiletto pumps. She wore her long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was aware of how imposing she looked –and that was exactly how she wanted it. She wanted these prospective employees to know that she was the boss. Seated in her office, Linda began the interviews at 9am sharp. The first eight women she interviewed were totally unsuitable for the job. By two in the afternoon, she was angry and frustrated. As the last interviewee entered her office, without even looking up from her desk Linda snapped at the girl to take a seat. When she looked up, Linda had to stop herself groaning with disappointment. The girl looked very young, about 17, and had probably just left school. The girl had a plain face, with shoulder length mousey brown hair. She was very slim, except for her breasts, which were rather large for her frame. The girl was dressed in a cheap pink two piece suit, with white tights and pink flat-heeled shoes. From the application form on her desk, Linda learned that the girl’s name was Mandy Simms. Looking up, Linda saw that Mandy was very nervous. She sat in her seat, looking at Linda, and blinking furiously. Linda was about to send her away, when Mandy began to speak, in a timid, nervous voice. “P-please, M/s Hawthorn, I know I don’t have much in the way of qualifications and things like that, but, see, I really need this job." Linda continued to stare at her, and Mandy took this as a signal to go on. “You see, I look after my mum, because she is awfully ill and can’t look after herself. But I won’t let them put her in a home. We can’t get by on unemployment benefit, so I need to work to bring in enough money to keep two of us.” Linda replied sternly, “Why don’t you try somewhere else for employment.” “Please, you have to understand. Because I have just left school, I don’t have any experience. Jobs for girls my age only pay about £70 a week; and that’s not enough to keep me and mum.” Despite herself, Linda was beginning to enjoy this interview. She was enjoying the sense of power she had over Mandy, who was all but begging her for employment. Linda decided to see how far she would go to land the job. She said to Mandy “It is a real problem that you don’t have any experience of typing or shorthand. However, if I did take you on, to compensate for your lack of experience I may end up asking you perform certain other little tasks about the office, or personal tasks for me. How do I know that you would be prepared to do these?” Sensing that she might have a chance, Mandy blurted out, “I would be happy to do anything you asked, M/s Hawthorn. Please give me a chance to show you how good a worker I would be.” Linda said, “very well. You will spend the rest of the afternoon with me here at the office, and I will give you tasks to perform, and assess you on them. If you do well, you will start work tomorrow morning.” Mandy face flushed with delight. Linda brought her seat out from behind her desk and sat in front of Mandy. Linda began, “Now suppose I have just had a phone call from a very important client and have to rush out to see him. I have to look my smartest. However, I notice that my pumps are rather dirty. I turn to you and say, ‘Mandy, please clean my shoes’. Show me what you would do.” Without the slightest hesitation, Mandy got up from her seat, got on to her knees before Linda, pulled out her own personal hankie and began to wipe Linda’s black stiletto pumps. “Excellent, said Linda”. Mandy began to wipe harder, obviously pleased with the praise. Linda continued, “However, what if my shoes still lack that essential shine. You have no hankie, and you have no water or polish to use on them. What would you do?” Again, without the slightest hesitation, Mandy replaced the hankie in her pocked, lowered her head and began to lick the point toe of Linda’s black stiletto pump. She licked across the toe, and then along the side of the shoe. Linda was absolutely thrilled with the sense of power she had. It was making her feel quite weak. She simply sat there and allowed Mandy to lick both her shoes clean. When she had finished, Mandy sat back on her legs and beamed up at Linda. Linda said, “That was absolutely perfect – except for one thing; you didn’t clean the soles of my shoes or the heels.” Linda lifted he right foot up until the sole was right in front of Mandy’s face. Mandy licked the sole of the shoe, and then licked around the heel. Finally, she took the stiletto heel into her mouth and sucked on it. Linda couldn’t hide her pleasure. “Fantastic”, she said. Task completed, Linda moved on. “Right, now we are working here in the office, and I want to get something off that top shelf”, she said pointing to a tall bookcase at the other side of the room. She motioned for Mandy to get up off the floor and to follow her over there. “Now, I don’t like my office furniture to be abused, so I say to you, ‘Mandy I need something to stand on to reach that book on the top shelf.’ What do you do? Mandy immediate went to the bookshelf and knelt on her hands and knees in front of it. “Please step on my back, M/s Hawthorn, to help you reach it.” Still wearing her stiletto heels, Linda stepped up on to Mandy’s back. She was obviously heavier than this little sprig of a teenager – Linda rather enjoyed this thought. She stood first of all on Mandy’s buttocks and lower back. She could feel her heels sinking into the flesh and grinding into the bone. She then walked up Mandy’s back a little, so that she was standing with one foot on the middle of her back and one foot over her lower back. Linda could feel Mandy struggling beneath her weight, especially when her heel ground into the small of her back. Linda moved further up so that she was standing with one foot across Mandy’s shoulders, and the other just a little down from it. Obviously struggling now, “Mandy whimpered, “H-have you f-found your book yet, M/s Hawthorn?”. Non-chalauntly Linda replied, “Mm, I am just reading a few pages of this other book I have spotted. I am sure you can manage to hold my tiny frame just a little bit longer.” Teasing Mandy further, Linda said, “I hope you don’t mean to imply that I am fat or heavy”. “N-no, M/s Hawthorn”, gasped Mandy. “I exercise every day, girl, step-aerobics”. Linda could feel Mandy actually shaking with the strain of her weight. Not wanting to ‘break’ Mandy too early, Linda stepped off her back. Mandy relief was all too evident. As soon as Linda was off her back, she slumped forward on to the floor so that she was lying on her stomach. Linda said, "I hope that you are not giving up. I am almost convinced to give you the job.” At this, Mandy perked up, “No, M/s Hawthorn, I’m ok.” “Good”, Linda chirped, “because you don’t even need to get up off the floor for the next one. Just turn over so that you are lying on your back in front of this bookshelf.” Immediately Mandy rearranged herself so that she was lying on her back length-ways in front of the bookshelf. “Now, Mandy,” Linda began, “I am quite offended that you thought I was too heavy for you. You seemed to implying that I am fat or out of shape.” “No, M/s Hawthorn, I…” “Stop apologising, girl. If I am not too heavy for you, then I should be able to stand on your stomach without hurting you. Agreed?” “Y-yes, M/s Hawthorn”. Without waiting for any further invitation, Linda stepped directly on to Mandy’s stomach with her stiletto heeled shoes. As she stood with both feet on Mandy’s stomach, Linda could feel the heels sinking deep into her belly. The feeling of power was incredible. However, looking down at Mandy’s face, she could see she was in a lot of pain. Linda relented. She slipped off her high-heeled shoes, and remained standing on Mandy’s stomach in her stockinged soles. Linda made walking motions on Mandy’s stomach, as if she were treading water. Then she pointed her stockinged toes and pushed them deep into Mandy’s belly. Linda stood with all her weight forcing down on her pointed toes. Mandy gasped for breath, but did not complain.
From: FEMALECARPET Nov-3 7:33 pm
To: ALL
#250.1
A Day At The Office (any unauthorised readers please note: these stories are fictional accounts. They do not refer to anyone living or dead. Also, they are copywrite of Will c) Linda wasn’t looking forward to the day ahead. As the manager of her own accounts firm, she was due to spend the entire day interviewing girls for the job as her private secretary. Quality was hard to come by these days, and Linda was difficult to please at the best of times. At 32, Linda could be said to have it all. Not only was she very successful in her career, but she was very attractive, what her mother used to call ‘a real head turner. Linda was about 5”, 8’ in height. She had long, shapely legs, small firm buttocks, a trim waist, and small firm breasts. Linda’s facial features were beautiful: large brown eyes, a slim aquiline nose, large, full sensuous lips, all framed by long black straight hair. However, Linda considered her best physical features to be her hands and feet. Her hands were long and sensuous, with long fingers, and long, wide nails. Her feet were largish, wide-ish across the ball of the foot, narrowing to a perfectly rounded heel, with long toes, and long, wide, smooth, perfectly shaped nails. Linda’s personality was aggressive and dominant: she had to be the boss in all that she did, even in her personal and working relationships. Today, with the interviews in mind, Linda had dressed in a black two piece suit, white blouse, black stockings, and black stiletto pumps. She wore her long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was aware of how imposing she looked –and that was exactly how she wanted it. She wanted these prospective employees to know that she was the boss. Seated in her office, Linda began the interviews at 9am sharp. The first eight women she interviewed were totally unsuitable for the job. By two in the afternoon, she was angry and frustrated. As the last interviewee entered her office, without even looking up from her desk Linda snapped at the girl to take a seat. When she looked up, Linda had to stop herself groaning with disappointment. The girl looked very young, about 17, and had probably just left school. The girl had a plain face, with shoulder length mousey brown hair. She was very slim, except for her breasts, which were rather large for her frame. The girl was dressed in a cheap pink two piece suit, with white tights and pink flat-heeled shoes. From the application form on her desk, Linda learned that the girl’s name was Mandy Simms. Looking up, Linda saw that Mandy was very nervous. She sat in her seat, looking at Linda, and blinking furiously. Linda was about to send her away, when Mandy began to speak, in a timid, nervous voice. “P-please, M/s Hawthorn, I know I don’t have much in the way of qualifications and things like that, but, see, I really need this job." Linda continued to stare at her, and Mandy took this as a signal to go on. “You see, I look after my mum, because she is awfully ill and can’t look after herself. But I won’t let them put her in a home. We can’t get by on unemployment benefit, so I need to work to bring in enough money to keep two of us.” Linda replied sternly, “Why don’t you try somewhere else for employment.” “Please, you have to understand. Because I have just left school, I don’t have any experience. Jobs for girls my age only pay about £70 a week; and that’s not enough to keep me and mum.” Despite herself, Linda was beginning to enjoy this interview. She was enjoying the sense of power she had over Mandy, who was all but begging her for employment. Linda decided to see how far she would go to land the job. She said to Mandy “It is a real problem that you don’t have any experience of typing or shorthand. However, if I did take you on, to compensate for your lack of experience I may end up asking you perform certain other little tasks about the office, or personal tasks for me. How do I know that you would be prepared to do these?” Sensing that she might have a chance, Mandy blurted out, “I would be happy to do anything you asked, M/s Hawthorn. Please give me a chance to show you how good a worker I would be.” Linda said, “very well. You will spend the rest of the afternoon with me here at the office, and I will give you tasks to perform, and assess you on them. If you do well, you will start work tomorrow morning.” Mandy face flushed with delight. Linda brought her seat out from behind her desk and sat in front of Mandy. Linda began, “Now suppose I have just had a phone call from a very important client and have to rush out to see him. I have to look my smartest. However, I notice that my pumps are rather dirty. I turn to you and say, ‘Mandy, please clean my shoes’. Show me what you would do.” Without the slightest hesitation, Mandy got up from her seat, got on to her knees before Linda, pulled out her own personal hankie and began to wipe Linda’s black stiletto pumps. “Excellent, said Linda”. Mandy began to wipe harder, obviously pleased with the praise. Linda continued, “However, what if my shoes still lack that essential shine. You have no hankie, and you have no water or polish to use on them. What would you do?” Again, without the slightest hesitation, Mandy replaced the hankie in her pocked, lowered her head and began to lick the point toe of Linda’s black stiletto pump. She licked across the toe, and then along the side of the shoe. Linda was absolutely thrilled with the sense of power she had. It was making her feel quite weak. She simply sat there and allowed Mandy to lick both her shoes clean. When she had finished, Mandy sat back on her legs and beamed up at Linda. Linda said, “That was absolutely perfect – except for one thing; you didn’t clean the soles of my shoes or the heels.” Linda lifted he right foot up until the sole was right in front of Mandy’s face. Mandy licked the sole of the shoe, and then licked around the heel. Finally, she took the stiletto heel into her mouth and sucked on it. Linda couldn’t hide her pleasure. “Fantastic”, she said. Task completed, Linda moved on. “Right, now we are working here in the office, and I want to get something off that top shelf”, she said pointing to a tall bookcase at the other side of the room. She motioned for Mandy to get up off the floor and to follow her over there. “Now, I don’t like my office furniture to be abused, so I say to you, ‘Mandy I need something to stand on to reach that book on the top shelf.’ What do you do? Mandy immediate went to the bookshelf and knelt on her hands and knees in front of it. “Please step on my back, M/s Hawthorn, to help you reach it.” Still wearing her stiletto heels, Linda stepped up on to Mandy’s back. She was obviously heavier than this little sprig of a teenager – Linda rather enjoyed this thought. She stood first of all on Mandy’s buttocks and lower back. She could feel her heels sinking into the flesh and grinding into the bone. She then walked up Mandy’s back a little, so that she was standing with one foot on the middle of her back and one foot over her lower back. Linda could feel Mandy struggling beneath her weight, especially when her heel ground into the small of her back. Linda moved further up so that she was standing with one foot across Mandy’s shoulders, and the other just a little down from it. Obviously struggling now, “Mandy whimpered, “H-have you f-found your book yet, M/s Hawthorn?”. Non-chalauntly Linda replied, “Mm, I am just reading a few pages of this other book I have spotted. I am sure you can manage to hold my tiny frame just a little bit longer.” Teasing Mandy further, Linda said, “I hope you don’t mean to imply that I am fat or heavy”. “N-no, M/s Hawthorn”, gasped Mandy. “I exercise every day, girl, step-aerobics”. Linda could feel Mandy actually shaking with the strain of her weight. Not wanting to ‘break’ Mandy too early, Linda stepped off her back. Mandy relief was all too evident. As soon as Linda was off her back, she slumped forward on to the floor so that she was lying on her stomach. Linda said, "I hope that you are not giving up. I am almost convinced to give you the job.” At this, Mandy perked up, “No, M/s Hawthorn, I’m ok.” “Good”, Linda chirped, “because you don’t even need to get up off the floor for the next one. Just turn over so that you are lying on your back in front of this bookshelf.” Immediately Mandy rearranged herself so that she was lying on her back length-ways in front of the bookshelf. “Now, Mandy,” Linda began, “I am quite offended that you thought I was too heavy for you. You seemed to implying that I am fat or out of shape.” “No, M/s Hawthorn, I…” “Stop apologising, girl. If I am not too heavy for you, then I should be able to stand on your stomach without hurting you. Agreed?” “Y-yes, M/s Hawthorn”. Without waiting for any further invitation, Linda stepped directly on to Mandy’s stomach with her stiletto heeled shoes. As she stood with both feet on Mandy’s stomach, Linda could feel the heels sinking deep into her belly. The feeling of power was incredible. However, looking down at Mandy’s face, she could see she was in a lot of pain. Linda relented. She slipped off her high-heeled shoes, and remained standing on Mandy’s stomach in her stockinged soles. Linda made walking motions on Mandy’s stomach, as if she were treading water. Then she pointed her stockinged toes and pushed them deep into Mandy’s belly. Linda stood with all her weight forcing down on her pointed toes. Mandy gasped for breath, but did not complain.