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Bret Palmer sat with his phone to his ear, with each unanswered ring his blood pressure rose a little more. 'Mister Palmer, said Rose his Secretary, There's a Misses Simmons here to see you.' Bret frowned and ran through the list of people important enough to hold his attention, the name Simmons wasn't among them. She's in the Posner Building, the rent controlled apartments. Bret didn't know the name but mention of the rent controlled apartments got his attention. Glancing at his appointments calendar he saw no scheduled meeting 'What does she want, he asked?' She won't say Mister Palmer, she wants to talk to you directly. Oh, Mister Palmer, I'm leaving early today, I have a Doctor's appointment. Bret nodded, tell her I'll be there directly I have to complete this call first. Rose nodded, turned and exited his office. Bret's call wasn't answered and he sat stewing momentarily before going to his waiting room to see his client.
There was a lady sitting primly in one of the chairs, she looked up from a magazine as he entered. He saw her eyes dart to his wall clock and he smiled to keep from saying something that might get him in trouble with the Legal Department. She was here unannounced, at the end of the day and she was annoyed because she had to wait to see him. Ah, Misses Simmons, he said with a broad smile, please step into my office. 'Miss Simmons, she said, haughtily. Bret maintained his smile, paused in his doorway and saw that Rose had left for her appointment, He used those few moments to compose himself. No one knew how close he was to 'losing it'. His personal life was going to crap, and it was affecting his business life as well. He sat half listening as "Miss Simmons" began explaining how she wasn't able to cover her newly increased rent. The City Rent Control Board was going to make the company roll back the increases, but the news hadn't reached the people already informed of increases.
Mister Palmer, he heard her say, I'm on a fixed income and this increase is more than I can come up with right away', I may be able if I can be afforded a grace period to adjust my finances 'yadda, yadda, yadda' yadda...Bret almost knew the excuses by heart. Even though there were many, (and in some cases they were heart wrenching)
Bret listened for his cue, gave her his most sympathetic and thoughtful face, Well, he said shaking his head, Miss Simmons, I just don't see what I can do at this point to help you...he noted the stiffness of her posture, saw the desperation behind her eyes. For the first time he really looked at her, big brown eyes, glasses, like she was someone's 'school Marm'. Bret hated school marm types. Then just as he was about to dismiss her and her troubles she said the magic words. Mister Palmer, I'll do anything to work this out, all I need is a chance. Bret looked at her, not saying anything for a moment. 'Anything, he said finally, anything is a big canvas Miss Simmons' Mister Palmer, I've been in that building since College, I can't move now, not now. Bret leaned back in his chair, the smile that emerged on his face sent a sliver of ice down the ladies spine. He seemingly studied his desktop foe a few moments not speaking, and she saw him nod his head.
'What's your first name Misses" (he emphasized her title) Simmons, he asked leaning back in his chair. Right away she was on her guard. Abigail, she said, Abigail Simmons, Really. he said, Abigail, why that's a right fine name, he said again. Guess I'll just have to call you Abby eh? She frowned, I don't think...No one asked you what you think, Abby. Bret said loudly, as he leaned in towards her. Abby, he said leaning back again, he saw the anger and growing defiance in her eyes. Honey he said, I can have your eviction notice waiting for you by time you get to the lobby, and that's exactly what will happen the very next time you talk back to me. From the look in her eyes he knew she believed that he would. Honey he said, do we understand each other. When she nodded, Bret sat back, How tall are you Abbey, he said looking t her. She frowned took a deep breath, Five-eight, she answered. Abbey, Bret said, honey I'm detecting some defiance here, he picked up the phone and looked at her as he dialed some numbers. OooKaayyy, he said watching her 'Legael, he said into the phone, yeah, we have some problem renters.....'I'll do what you say, Abbey said, please, she said in defeat, I'll do what you say....Anything, Bret asked, she nodded, say it, he demanded. Anything she replied dropping her head to her chest. Uuuh Earl, never mind he said into the phone and quickly hung up.
Okay said Bret, let's try this again. 'Abby, he said, stand up. She rose from her seat he could see her blushing with embarrassment and he reveled in it. Turn around for me will ya?. Bret said with a smile motioning with his finger, . When she had finished he noted that her eyes would not meet his, she steadily looked over his head. Abby something's wrong here, hmmm, what could that be. She knew he was enjoying this, 'I know Abby, you're overdressed, take that dress off. 'She looked at him as if she didn't understand, what, she asked, my dress? Hey, he countered, Bitch, you speaka da engleesh, or I gotta get you an Interpreter?' No, no he said, don't, just go home, go home and pack your shit, you're gone at the end of the month, good bye. I'm tired of dance'n with you, go. Abby didn't move, she waited until he looked fully at her then began opening the buttons on her dress. Bret sat back and watched not saying anything. Tears welled in her eyes as she opened the last button. Put it here, Bret said patting his desktop. He noted the black lace bra and the matching panties, also the well shaped body that they encased. Damn he thought, damn good package under all that guff.
Well, well, well, he said aloud, thigh high stockings, encasing an incredible set of legs there gal. Now he said, hold your arms at shoulder height and turn. When she completed the turn Bret stood from his chair. Well Abby, he said, watching her, guess we know what's next, don't we.' She stood resigned to what she knew would be asked next, she barely hid the feeling of revulsion that she felt. Bret slowly opened his trousers and dropped them to the floor. He stepped to the side of his desk, c'mon sweetie, he said with a smile, just think, this is all yours for as long as it takes. Abby could see his phallus starting to ease it's way thru the opening in his boxers. Briefly she shut her eyes as she moved in front of him, she felt his hands upon her shoulders and he pushed her to her knees. Don't be shy he told her use your hands to get things started.
On her knees in front of him Abby glanced up. She'd seen that look before. While she had never married, she was no novice to sex. In college, she'd gained a rather large education on sexual activity. She nodded to herself and set about her task. Taking a deep breath Abby gave his member a sloppy wet kiss. Then she slid him into her mouth going halfway down his stem. He was large, she thought to herself as she set a tight seal around him and bobbed up and down his stalk. At one time she prided herself at being good at this. Bret found to his surprise that the old broad had some skills. He started working his hips to her rhythm trying to get the most pleasure out of this. 'The balls, Bitch, he said, don't forget the balls. Dutifully Abby lifted is stalk and engulfed his balls. First one, then the other, she sucked and licked on them, then again both using her tongue to separate and massage. Wooh girl, Bret said, Damn, you got some skills, baby. 'Now back on top, on top,' She complied, she noted that Bret seemed harder than when she had started, and she gave him a start when she used her teeth to skim ever so gently along his stem. 'Careful, he said surprised at the move. Don't want no accidents down there, he said jokeingly. Damn girl, your good at this. he said laughing. Bret worked his way back to his office couch, separating from her briefly he plopped down and lay back as Abby continued her ministrations.
Oh, oh man, he thought, he could feel it, feel it building somewhere around his lower back. He looked down and saw her watching, the build-up was growing in intensity, 'oh, he gasped, oh, have mercy, sweet heavens. Abby wrapped her hand around his stem, she felt him, solidify, felt that tell-tale pulse, then the eruption. Bret went stiff as his body was wracked with convulsions. 'oh, oh, oh, Bret cried, he pounded the back of the couch, and closed his eyes. He noted that she did not release him, that she kept in and even swallowed his man milk, as he deflated she held him in her mouth then......He screamed. Aaaaaaaawwwww, oh awwwwwwahhhhaa Oh my, what the fuck?
Abby grinned, spit, and sat back on her heels....she smiled at him as he rocked back and forth on the couch. Bret looked down his hands covering his crotch blood spewing around and seeping thru his fingers. 'You Bitch, he screamed, what did you do? Abby looked Bret in the eye. I decided, she said rising to her feet. I can replace my apartment. Bret rolled to the floor, he had pulled off his shirt and tried to use it to stem the blood flow. As she dressed she watched as he called 911. As she got to the door she turned, Oh Mister Palmer, she said smiling, it's under the desk, good luck getting a replacement. The Ambulance was arriving as she left the building. She didn't even look back.
There was a lady sitting primly in one of the chairs, she looked up from a magazine as he entered. He saw her eyes dart to his wall clock and he smiled to keep from saying something that might get him in trouble with the Legal Department. She was here unannounced, at the end of the day and she was annoyed because she had to wait to see him. Ah, Misses Simmons, he said with a broad smile, please step into my office. 'Miss Simmons, she said, haughtily. Bret maintained his smile, paused in his doorway and saw that Rose had left for her appointment, He used those few moments to compose himself. No one knew how close he was to 'losing it'. His personal life was going to crap, and it was affecting his business life as well. He sat half listening as "Miss Simmons" began explaining how she wasn't able to cover her newly increased rent. The City Rent Control Board was going to make the company roll back the increases, but the news hadn't reached the people already informed of increases.
Mister Palmer, he heard her say, I'm on a fixed income and this increase is more than I can come up with right away', I may be able if I can be afforded a grace period to adjust my finances 'yadda, yadda, yadda' yadda...Bret almost knew the excuses by heart. Even though there were many, (and in some cases they were heart wrenching)
Bret listened for his cue, gave her his most sympathetic and thoughtful face, Well, he said shaking his head, Miss Simmons, I just don't see what I can do at this point to help you...he noted the stiffness of her posture, saw the desperation behind her eyes. For the first time he really looked at her, big brown eyes, glasses, like she was someone's 'school Marm'. Bret hated school marm types. Then just as he was about to dismiss her and her troubles she said the magic words. Mister Palmer, I'll do anything to work this out, all I need is a chance. Bret looked at her, not saying anything for a moment. 'Anything, he said finally, anything is a big canvas Miss Simmons' Mister Palmer, I've been in that building since College, I can't move now, not now. Bret leaned back in his chair, the smile that emerged on his face sent a sliver of ice down the ladies spine. He seemingly studied his desktop foe a few moments not speaking, and she saw him nod his head.
'What's your first name Misses" (he emphasized her title) Simmons, he asked leaning back in his chair. Right away she was on her guard. Abigail, she said, Abigail Simmons, Really. he said, Abigail, why that's a right fine name, he said again. Guess I'll just have to call you Abby eh? She frowned, I don't think...No one asked you what you think, Abby. Bret said loudly, as he leaned in towards her. Abby, he said leaning back again, he saw the anger and growing defiance in her eyes. Honey he said, I can have your eviction notice waiting for you by time you get to the lobby, and that's exactly what will happen the very next time you talk back to me. From the look in her eyes he knew she believed that he would. Honey he said, do we understand each other. When she nodded, Bret sat back, How tall are you Abbey, he said looking t her. She frowned took a deep breath, Five-eight, she answered. Abbey, Bret said, honey I'm detecting some defiance here, he picked up the phone and looked at her as he dialed some numbers. OooKaayyy, he said watching her 'Legael, he said into the phone, yeah, we have some problem renters.....'I'll do what you say, Abbey said, please, she said in defeat, I'll do what you say....Anything, Bret asked, she nodded, say it, he demanded. Anything she replied dropping her head to her chest. Uuuh Earl, never mind he said into the phone and quickly hung up.
Okay said Bret, let's try this again. 'Abby, he said, stand up. She rose from her seat he could see her blushing with embarrassment and he reveled in it. Turn around for me will ya?. Bret said with a smile motioning with his finger, . When she had finished he noted that her eyes would not meet his, she steadily looked over his head. Abby something's wrong here, hmmm, what could that be. She knew he was enjoying this, 'I know Abby, you're overdressed, take that dress off. 'She looked at him as if she didn't understand, what, she asked, my dress? Hey, he countered, Bitch, you speaka da engleesh, or I gotta get you an Interpreter?' No, no he said, don't, just go home, go home and pack your shit, you're gone at the end of the month, good bye. I'm tired of dance'n with you, go. Abby didn't move, she waited until he looked fully at her then began opening the buttons on her dress. Bret sat back and watched not saying anything. Tears welled in her eyes as she opened the last button. Put it here, Bret said patting his desktop. He noted the black lace bra and the matching panties, also the well shaped body that they encased. Damn he thought, damn good package under all that guff.
Well, well, well, he said aloud, thigh high stockings, encasing an incredible set of legs there gal. Now he said, hold your arms at shoulder height and turn. When she completed the turn Bret stood from his chair. Well Abby, he said, watching her, guess we know what's next, don't we.' She stood resigned to what she knew would be asked next, she barely hid the feeling of revulsion that she felt. Bret slowly opened his trousers and dropped them to the floor. He stepped to the side of his desk, c'mon sweetie, he said with a smile, just think, this is all yours for as long as it takes. Abby could see his phallus starting to ease it's way thru the opening in his boxers. Briefly she shut her eyes as she moved in front of him, she felt his hands upon her shoulders and he pushed her to her knees. Don't be shy he told her use your hands to get things started.
On her knees in front of him Abby glanced up. She'd seen that look before. While she had never married, she was no novice to sex. In college, she'd gained a rather large education on sexual activity. She nodded to herself and set about her task. Taking a deep breath Abby gave his member a sloppy wet kiss. Then she slid him into her mouth going halfway down his stem. He was large, she thought to herself as she set a tight seal around him and bobbed up and down his stalk. At one time she prided herself at being good at this. Bret found to his surprise that the old broad had some skills. He started working his hips to her rhythm trying to get the most pleasure out of this. 'The balls, Bitch, he said, don't forget the balls. Dutifully Abby lifted is stalk and engulfed his balls. First one, then the other, she sucked and licked on them, then again both using her tongue to separate and massage. Wooh girl, Bret said, Damn, you got some skills, baby. 'Now back on top, on top,' She complied, she noted that Bret seemed harder than when she had started, and she gave him a start when she used her teeth to skim ever so gently along his stem. 'Careful, he said surprised at the move. Don't want no accidents down there, he said jokeingly. Damn girl, your good at this. he said laughing. Bret worked his way back to his office couch, separating from her briefly he plopped down and lay back as Abby continued her ministrations.
Oh, oh man, he thought, he could feel it, feel it building somewhere around his lower back. He looked down and saw her watching, the build-up was growing in intensity, 'oh, he gasped, oh, have mercy, sweet heavens. Abby wrapped her hand around his stem, she felt him, solidify, felt that tell-tale pulse, then the eruption. Bret went stiff as his body was wracked with convulsions. 'oh, oh, oh, Bret cried, he pounded the back of the couch, and closed his eyes. He noted that she did not release him, that she kept in and even swallowed his man milk, as he deflated she held him in her mouth then......He screamed. Aaaaaaaawwwww, oh awwwwwwahhhhaa Oh my, what the fuck?
Abby grinned, spit, and sat back on her heels....she smiled at him as he rocked back and forth on the couch. Bret looked down his hands covering his crotch blood spewing around and seeping thru his fingers. 'You Bitch, he screamed, what did you do? Abby looked Bret in the eye. I decided, she said rising to her feet. I can replace my apartment. Bret rolled to the floor, he had pulled off his shirt and tried to use it to stem the blood flow. As she dressed she watched as he called 911. As she got to the door she turned, Oh Mister Palmer, she said smiling, it's under the desk, good luck getting a replacement. The Ambulance was arriving as she left the building. She didn't even look back.
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