Chapter #10Things don't go as expected... by: Mr. George   With a final tap, you initiate the changes. Instantly, the puffed up John Steele is gone, in his place Joanne Pantoufle sits.
The change in demeanour is just as visible. Her bust rising and falling, as she breathes deeply. She spares you a sly glance before standing, another to the door.
Every inch as curvaceous, you hear as her wide hips brush against the arms of the chair as she stands up. Strutting to the head of the table, she pauses at the meeting room door. Opening it, you rise half out of your seat. Afraid you've just blown the deal. But, bending from the waist, you hear the faint 'snick' reaching your ears, as she changes the sign on the door to 'Do Not Disturb'. Sitting back down relief floods your body.
Still clinging to the door, she straightens up, catching you ogling her ass. As she stands there, it's like she's posing. Her bust magnificent in profile showing it's generous size and impressive firmness.
It's hard not to stare, as she eases the door closed with a gentle press from her hips.
"I think it's time for some more intensive negotiations." she purrs. The hand hidden by her shapely body, twisting the door handle to lock it against visitors.
"I like what I see, but I want to know if it's available." Her words oddly terrifying. Her gaze locked on you, your fight-or-flight instincts kicking in. The danger clear, her desires are not aligned with yours... Not with her seeing you as the submissive one.
She struts towards you, her hips swaying in an exaggerated see-sawing motion. Her bust bouncing once, firmly with each planted foot step, until she towers over you in the seat.
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Joanne Pantoufle
"I hope I'm not too much for you to handle." she purrs, as your mouth goes dry and any coherent thoughts flee your mind.
Standing behind you, she massages the tension from your shoulders. While teasingly leaning forward. Her sumptuous bust acting almost like a high headrest for the chair. Afraid to move your head, to turn and look up at her, you feel the outline of her bra through your scalp.
You had no idea how predatory a woman could feel. It was unsettling to find yourself considered submissive and biddable. A natural sleaze turned into a confident domme.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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