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Exine 8
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©September,1991 Exine D'Marillion
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The following contains sexually explicit material and should only
be read by an open minded adult over 21. If you're not, kindly go
back to DOS, erase this and forget you ever saw it.
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THE SEXUAL ADVENTURES OF EXINE
VOLUME 8
"Corporate Raider"
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Exine sat in front of the computer screen. She tapped her
foot in thought. The sun had set about three hours ago and she
was on her fourth cup of coffee. The office had been incredibly
busy in the past weeks and she had gotten behind in her data
entry. Her supervisor was a real dike of a bitch, she wore the
stern black business suits and reeked of Chanel No.5; much unlike
Exine that wore a more relaxed wardrobe which usually meant a
skirt and sweater. Underwear was optional according to her mood.
Her supervisor ordered her to pick a night for overtime this week
to get caught up. The only snag was that, she was getting paid
straight time. According to the dike, there was no reason for her
to be behind. She wished she still had the job at the legal
office, but they had let her go because of lack of work for all
the secretaries. Instead of a paunchy middle aged boss, she now
had to deal with a ladder of people when she needed a day off, or
even an hour off early. Things were definitely not going to be
the same. She pushed off her shoes and resumed her work on the
computer. After another hour, she looked at the coffee pot. She
knew it would taste horrible, but she needed it to keep going. As
she was getting it, the phone rang on her desk. She tiptoed back
in her black stockings and picked it up. It was Laura, her super-
visor.
"So, Exine, are we getting our work done?" She had the tone
of an old school teacher she once had.
"Oh, of course, Laura. You felt it was necessary to call to
ask, why didn't you just come in and surprise me?"
"I just wanted to see if you stayed, dear. I better see a
nice stack of papers in your "out" bin tomorrow....oh dear, look
at that, it's soon midnight. You WILL get that done before
midnight won't you?" Exine was rubbing her sore fingers as the
bitch talked on.
"Sure, Laura, I should be done in another hour or so. No
problem." Laura talked on about responsibilities and holding up
production droning in her monotone way that the other secretaries
warned her about. When she hung up she screeched in disgust and
went back for her coffee. She heard something in the hallway and
bolted in her chair. Slowly she went to the door and peeked out
the window. The janitor, Willie, had dropped a mop and was
picking it up to wipe the floor again. He wasn't a bad guy. She
wondered if he had his break yet. She opened the door with a
creak and he looked up. He smiled wide and wiped his long hair
out of his eyes. He was in college part time and this was his
night job. Must be paid pretty well, to be paying for college
with it, she thought.
"Hi, Willie, I got a last cup of coffee left in the pot
before I shut down the machine. You want it?" He put the mop up
against the wall.
"Yeah, that sounds good, I got a little behind and didn't
get to take my break yet. I'm usually up on the next floor by
now." He joined her in the office and she poured him the cup as
his eyes were pouring over her black stockinged legs, under her
short skirt. "Forget your shoes today," he joked. She sat at her
desk and crossed her legs upon her desk, revealing more of what
was under her skirt.
"Nope, but I had on a new pair of heels and they were really
starting to kill my toes. What we women do to stay cute, huh? I
figured I'm the only one on this floor so who's gonna care?" He
put down his cup and sat on the desk directly behind hers.
"Feet hurt huh? Need a little toe massage?" He winked and
patted his leg to signal placement of her feet. She wheeled her
chair almost 180 degrees to face him and pulled her leg up to his
lap right next to the hard-on that was forming under his uniform.
>From his angle, with her one leg up, he could see right up her
skirt to the soft curls over her pussy, framed with the belts of
her garter. He kneaded and caressed her feet, glancing between
her legs when he thought she wasn't looking. As he was doing her
other foot, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
"That really feels good, Willie." He stared at her bared
crotch as she relaxed, a raging hard cock was straining under his
uniform asking for release. He was starting to sweat a little,
trying to stay under control. She half-opened her eyes and
smiled. She pulled her foot from his hands and gently ran her
toes up and down his cock.
"Anything else you'd like to put your hands on, Willie,"
she asked innocently. He looked a little panicked, like a kid
caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Well, I guess you could
just watch if you want, cuz I'm really horny." She leaned her
chair back and put her feet on either side of his hips as she
rolled up what was left of her skirt. Sweetly entrapping him, she
looked up watching his very real discomfort as she unhooked her
stockings from the garter. Her fingers parted her pussy,
revealing wet pink flesh, aching for a touch. They swirled around
her clit becoming moist with her clockwise strokes. He watched a
bead of her juice form at her hole and slowly drip down along her
flesh to become hidden at her ass. She could see his rigid cock
standing out, trying to point thru his gray one-piece garment.
Sweat was pouring down his neck and into his chest hair at the
top of the zipper. With shaking fingers, he unzipped his uniform.
As he peeled it from his shoulders and it dropped onto her
ankles, she could see his whole torso was soaked with his nervous
perspiration. He unzipped further, carefully over his taut organ
to avoid a rather embarrassing injury, and pulled out his cock.
In retaliation to her teasing, he started stroking himself, just
a foot or so from her red lipsticked mouth where he wanted his
cock to be in the first place. He leaned his hips a little
closer, closing the distance to mere inches from her lips. She
scooted the chair a fraction closer, bending her knees, and
licked the tip of his cock. He groaned as he slid it into her
well trained mouth, touching the back of her throat. He relished
the slight waxy feel of her lipstick along his shaft. He grabbed
the back of her head and forced it into her throat. He came
furiously, before his knees gave out. She swallowed the viscous
liquid several times before talking. Exine pulled her legs to the
floor and smoothed out her skirt. Willie seemed flabbergasted and
quickly zipped up his uniform.
"That was neat, Willie, but what about me?" He reddened and
apologized for his haste.
"Tell you what Exine. Next time you work late, let me know.
I'll make it up to you. Hey, wanna see something neat that I bet
you didn't know was on the computer?" She pouted as he turned her
chair to face the terminal. His fingers moved quickly over the
keys and he brought a colorful screen up.
"This is just Office-Link. It lets me talk to the other
branches if I need to look up payables or shipping or other
stuff."
"Uh-huh. Want to see some other stuff?" She was intrigued.
On the main menu there was a #8. There was no heading after it.
She figured it was just a blank spot. He tapped in an eight and
another screen popped up. It asked for a password. He typed in
"O-T-H-E-R M-E-N-U" and waited. Another menu appeared titled
"Diversion Network". The menu listed:
1) Adult Graphics 5) Talk to another user
2) Adult Stories 6) Mail to another user
3) Adult Games 7) Classified Ads
4) Who is on? 8) Boss/Protect Screen
"This is really wild, Willie, what the hell is it?"
"Just what it says. Boston International created its own
adult BBS for the execs in the different branches in the country
to get together and talk dirty. Just look, I know Laura's
password to get in." A spot was blinking, demanding to know a
password. He typed in "INSATIABLE". Exine laughed out loud.
"Insatiable? Yeah, right." The screen verified the password
and asked for the branch code to verify. Willie adeptly typed it
in. He shook his head before Exine could ask how he knew it. He
showed her the different graphics of women in all kinds of sexual
positions. The graphics were incredible, just like actual
photographs flashing for a few seconds on the screen. They were
just about to check out the games menu when at the top a yellow
bar appeared with the message,"Another user requests
conversation, will you answer? Type Y/N" Exine reached out
quickly and tapped the Y. Willie gasped,"Are you nuts? These are
the top guns of the place." She laughed at his panic. He
said,"Fine, if you want to get in trouble, but you ain't draggin'
my job down too." He trotted out of the room and she could hear
him grab his buckets and run toward the elevator. The computer
beeped at her and she saw another yellow bar appear. It was from
someone assuming it was Laura.
"Hey sweetheart, how's it going?"
She typed in,"Lonely, frustrated and hot, how about
yourself?"
There was a hesitation and then another message appeared.
"This isn't Laura. But don't log off. No questions asked.
Are you male or female?"
"Very female."
"So just how lonely, frustrated and hot are you? Want to do
something about it or do you just want to sit in front of a
terminal typing in dirty talk. Answer honest."
"I'd do something about it. But the nearest branch from here
is Ohio and that's a hell of a ride."
"I'm in the same city as your branch. Still interested?" She
paused and typed in,"Yes."
"Are you familiar with Wingate Avenue?"
"No." A minute passed before detailed directions came up on
the screen directing her to the street and telling her to write
it all down before she typed any more in. Going over it in her
head she could see it was about a twenty minute ride. She wasn't
real familiar with Wingate but figured she could find the address
once she got on it. She knew it was the money side of town so
that would make sense. She typed in that yes she could go to the
address. He told her to ask for "Mr. Randall" when she arrived at
the address. Good enough. He signed off and so did she. She
logged off the computer and hit the lights in the room as she
left it and walked carefully over the wet floor to the elevator.
Once on the main floor she signed out with the guard, Robby. He
was an older guy, probably retired, and was a real nice man. He
teased her about not wanting to date old men and she just
answered,"I never said that." She walked out the door, knowing he
was watching and moved her body provocatively. She walked out in
the parking lot and saw her car way out in left field all alone.
She was only one of about twenty that was working late. She put
on some music and started toward her destination. She had a great
feeling, and was exhilarated with the wonder of the unknown. Who
was Mr. Randall? She had never heard of any Mr. Randall in upper
management. She typed all the letters from Laura out and if he
was important in the company, she would have typed something to
him in the past few weeks.
Finally she arrived on Wingate. She looked at her
directions again. 115 Wingate Avenue Apt. 1522. Wingate had a lot
of ritzy boutiques. There was a Clark's Fashion shop that read
113, but the next building next to it was the Windsor Hotel. She
doubted the address and her heart sank. She was sent on a wild
goose chase she thought. Around the corner, she knew there was a
pay parking lot for $5 so she thought she'd park and give it a
shot. The attendant told her the ticket was good for 4 hours and
anything over that was $1.50 an hour. She nodded and parked the
car and walked back to the hotel. The valets looked at her
politely as she passed them and went inside. The few people in
the lobby waiting for their luggage moved looked very elite. She
swallowed her pride when the desk clerk caught her going to the
elevator and asked smugly,"May I help you, Miss?" He sounded like
he wanted to kick her the hell out fast before it got degrading
for the hotel. She quietly walked to the desk and smiled. He
looked back in the same expression.
"I was given this address by Mr. Randall?" She looked for
some recognition. There was none.
"Do you have a room number?" He smirked, thinking she
wouldn't.
"Yes, I do. Number 1522." He kept his eyes locked on hers
and picked up the phone next to him. He punched in the room
number and waited.
"Yes, Sir, I apologize for the intrusion. There's a, ahem,
young lady here that claims you know her. He turned his back
slightly but enough to still see her in case she ran. He lowered
his voice and answered,"Well, yes, she is pretty. Should I ask
for a name?" He turned and looked at her. "Miss, what is your
place of employment?"
"Boston International Pharmaceuticals, Research and
Development Department." He seemed a little impressed. He
probably thought she'd answer something like,"Herb's Rent-A-
Whore's" He repeated it into the phone. He started talking fast,
somewhat apologetic and ingratiating. "Yes, sir, right away,
sir." He fumbled for a key and handed it to her. It looked like a
card with a bunch of holes punched in it. "Ma'm, Mr. Randall
would like to know your preference of wines from the following
list." He shoved a list in front of her. She picked something
that looked vaguely familiar from the middle of the list. He slid
another list in front of her. This listed small appetizers. She
looked up confused. What did Mr. Randall want to do? Fatten her
up and eat her or what? She picked out something that looked
French and he called room service immediately. "You may go up to
the room, Ma'm. We're very sorry to hold you up."
"No prob Jeeves," she said. She walked again to the elevator
and it took her to the fifteenth floor. She found her way to the
room and hesitated. She wasn't quite sure how to do the key but
figured it out. She opened the door slowly, unsure of what she'd
find. It was a huge room, she saw that it was actually several
rooms like an apartment. It was richly decorated in gold and red
with antique like furniture. "Hello," she called out. A man
appeared from the next room. He was about fiftyish, with salt and
pepper hair and with the body of a thirty year old.
"Hello, now that you know my name, what is yours," he asked.
"Exine." He looked kind of serious. Maybe he was going to
bitch her out for using the executive network and get her fired.
"That's your real name."
"Yes."
"It's nice. Different, but nice. Can I see your company ID
badge." She knew it, she was sunk. She presented it with a frown.
He smiled. Probably got off on firing low life secretaries, she
thought. "Just wanted to make sure you're the one I talked to
earlier on the Network. How did you get Laura's access?" She
paused.
"Am I in trouble? Look, just fire me. I don't want anyone
else to get in trouble."
"No, you're not in trouble, I'm just really curious. I was
hoping to get to know you a little better." A knock at the door
interrupted them. The room service brought in the refreshments.
He took it and brought it in the room. "Wine?" She nodded and sat
down in the soft cushy chair next to her. He sat in the one
opposite and asked her again about the access.
"Someone wanted to show me the Network. They didn't mean any
harm. I was the one who typed in yes when you wanted to talk.
It's all my fault."
"Exine, my real name is Nicholas Randall Patterson. My
father was the original owner of Boston International. I'm the
CEO of the corporation. I am also the originator of the Network.
I figured my executives and management need a little diversion
from day to day activities. I thought I had made it clear to my
users that their codes not be given out. Laura will have to have
a talking to. Exine, I'm moving my office from the California
branch to the Philadelphia branch, your branch. I'm just in a
little transitional period here until everything arrives for my
office. I have the computer that I brought with my personal
belongings and that is how we met tonight. Exine, you're a pretty
girl. I'd like to give you a night to remember." He paused.
"You sound pretty confident." His expression changed.
"Maybe I should just make a copy of your electronic mail to
me and give it to Laura. I'm offering you a promotion, if you can
prove yourself worthy." He was watching her nipples through her
sweater as she breathed deeply.
"Well Mr. Patterson, how DO I prove myself worthy?" He was
picking up a phone on a small stand next to his chair and punched
a few numbers. He held his hand over the phone and said,"I'd like
to see how you relate to co-workers." He talked to someone named
Tom on the phone and hung it up. "Tom is one of my managers from
California that is coming with me. I want to watch you fuck him."
She winced just a little bit. The statement took her off guard.
There was a knock and then someone entered the door. A young man
in a grey suit came in.
"Yes, Nick?" He motioned to Exine and said,"Let's proceed to
the bedroom." This was all too calculated and cold. She didn't
know if she was going to be able to get into it. Tom put a warm
hand on her back as they walked into an elaborate bedroom. There
was a jacuzzi in the one corner. Maybe this was going to be
alright after all. Tom started undressing quite methodically,
folding every part of his three piece suit and placing it on a
chair. She stood at the foot of the bed watching him. As he was
folding his socks, she sat down, took off her shoes, and started
peeling her stockings off her legs. She returned Patterson's
stare with a sexy smile and spread her legs as she unzipped her
skirt. She pulled off her sweater and Tom was standing directly
in front of her with an erect cock. She stood up and wrapped her
arms around his neck. He was a nice height and his cock slipped
between her legs comfortably. She moved back and forth to massage
his organ. His nostrils flared as he pushed her back on the bed.
She lay like a rag doll on the bed and he crawled toward her,
stalking her. He roughly spread her legs and immediately gained
entry into her. It wasn't lovely and romantic but it stirred
something inside her and she moved with it. Hey, go with the
flow, she thought, or you're only gonna end up with muddy ankles.
It was one of her favorite sayings. She moved into his jerky
rhythm, kissing his neck. He looked at her as though repulsed
with a sign of affection. He took one of her legs and brought it
up to his shoulder, making his cock feel deeper inside her. He
closed his eyes and pushed into her like an unbridled animal. He
came before she had a chance to digest what he wanted.
This was great. Strike two for the night. This "interview"
if that was what you wanted to call it was not going well at all.
He was already up and getting dressed as methodically as he
disrobed.
"That didn't show me anything outstanding, Exine," Patterson
quipped.
"Yes, I could say the same," she answered as she looked at
Tom.
"A real executive would take a situation and adjust to the
needs. That is why you are not in a executive position."
"Well, I guess that's the ONLY one I haven't been in," she
was getting angrier, being made a fool out of by this money
sucking bastard. She was becoming flushed with emotion and jumped
off the bed and crossed the room away from Patterson.
"What are you doing," he asked quite calmly.
"Taking a dip, ASSHOLE," she shouted as she stepped into the
jacuzzi.
"I didn't give you permission," he said and smirked. She
whipped her head around to face him as the warm water climbed
higher and higher around her body.
"No, you didn't. FUCK YOU. You wanted me here. If you don't
want me in here, come in and get me out yourself. Don't send a
kid to do your own work, unless you can't get it up anymore!" She
sat down and the foaming water was up around her neck. Goosebumps
formed over her body from the quick change in temperature. He got
up out of his chair and walked over. He loosened his tie and took
it off, dropping it. So unlike dear Tom, she thought. He
undressed on his way over, quite nimbly for a man of his years.
She kept her angry expression, daring him to come in after her.
His cock was limp, hanging like a empty balloon against his
testicles. His hairy legs stepped cautiously into the water and
he lowered himself, on the opposite side of the tub. She leaned
back, putting her arms up on the sides, and relaxed. He did the
same. This is getting boring, she thought. She closed her eyes
and ran her fingers over her tight nipples, enjoying the
sensation, knowing he was watching. She pushed her tits up above
the waterline, offering them to him just in case he might be
interested. She could hear the water moving suddenly and she
could feel his legs sitting next to hers. She refused to open her
eyes. He put a hand on her knee and slid it up along her thigh.
He played with the outside lips of her pussy. She moved her hips
to encourage him for more. A bulky finger slid inside and
clumsily found her clit, rubbing too fast and hard. She took her
own hand over his and slowed him down, never opening her eyes.
Her mouth opened and she licked her lips as her pleasure started
taking over. He pulled her to the middle of the tub and wrapped
her legs around his waist. She surprisingly felt a hard cock
waving in the water near her crotch. He reached down and placed
it just right and it swam in her pussy. The water made it easy
for him to move effortlessly and the zero gravity of it made her
pleasure very intense. His subtle moves of his body against her
clit drove her into a frenzy as she bucked against him. The water
chopped roughly and small waves splashed on the floor, the couple
was unaware. He had grabbed her ass to control her movements and
pulled her down tight against him as he came. They resumed their
original positions facing each other in the tub.
"So was THAT an executive position," she asked
sarcastically.
"We're making progess. Let's get out of the water before we
turn into a couple of prunes." He held her hand as they stepped
out. He took a large towel and dried her off. The towel was
unusually soft and it felt erotic against the soft skin of her
belly. She heard panting, but it wasn't from Patterson who was
standing in front of her. She turned around. A dog was standing
in the entrance of the bedroom. She looked back at Patterson who
was absorbed in his job at hand. He led her to the bed where Tom
had failed miserably in giving her pleasure. They laid down and
she watched his face as he took in her body with his fingers. The
dog whined and before she knew it, it had jumped up with its
forelegs on the bed. Patterson spread her legs in front of the
dog, as though inviting it.
"King, isn't this nicer than any bitch you've had," he
questioned the dog. The dog whined and tried to get up higher.
Patterson encouraged the dog and patted the bed between her legs.
It jumped up and stood staring at her strange form. Patterson put
a couple of fingers inside her and then offered them to the dog.
The dog licked once to take in the new flavor and then licked
them clean. The animal made the connection in his brain and put
his nose at her crotch. She opened her mouth to protest and
Patterson whispered,"How do you know you won't like it?" She
looked at him as though he was crazy but laid down.
The dog's cold nose moved against her pussy, parting the
lips. It's sandpaper tongue took a wide stroke at its target. She
gasped in unbelieved passion, spreading her legs farther. The
friction was something that she had never experienced before. The
more he cleaned up her juices, the more her cunt produced for it
and the cycle ran over and over. Patterson watched as her body
writhed as though in trance. She pinched her nipples, inducing a
hard orgasm throughout her body. She moaned and the dog seemed to
lose interest and jumped off the bed. She lay as her body quaked
with the last shakes of her orgasm. He looked at her with a
raised eyebrow. He hadn't planned on that last diddy but boy was
it unique, he thought.
"You can get dressed now, I have a very early day tomorrow.
Maybe I will check in with your floor to see you actually work,
hmmm?" She started getting dressed.
"There was no promotion, was there?" He just smiled and
didn't answer. With all the dignity she could possibly muster she
dressed quietly.
"I'll have Tom drive you home."
"No thanks, I'm parked up the street. Don't do me any big
favors Nick."
"Then he can walk you to your car."
"I SAID NO," she said loudly. He held up his hands in
defense.
"Fine, fine." She walked out without a kiss or the benefit
of a goodbye hug or wave. It was a wasted night and as it ran
through her head in replay it was almost like a strange
nightmare. It was one of those days that maybe wasn't supposed to
happen at all. She drove home confused and a little humiliated.
She slept restlessly, dreaming of water and dogs and computers.
Six o'clock came too soon and she dressed a little more
conservatively for the new day. She walked in the office and
Laura had her arms crossed, staring at her. Well, she thought,
I'm not bringing the computer thing up, she can if she wants to
yell at me. She walked over to her desk where a dozen roses sat
in a crystal vase. She opened the sealed envelope. It was from
Patterson. She smiled as it announced her new position as his
personal secretary and what floor and room to report to
immediately. Laura strutted over.
"So what did you do last night that all of a sudden you got
these AND a promotion?"
"Wouldn't YOU like to know? Or is that how you got your
job?" Laura looked at her, knowing how she got the job because it
WAS the way she had gotten hers.
"I'll send your things up to Patterson's office. Better not
keep him waiting," she muttered somberly. Exine picked up one of
the roses and gave it to Laura and reported to her new boss,
wondering what new tests lay ahead for her further promotions.
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