Late night at the office. (part 3)


Late night at the office. (part 3)Fictional story, part 3 of Late night at the office.Lunch time came, and Stacy came to drive me home. It was around 2 PM since I had talked her into taking lunch last. We went to her car, a modest little Honda, and she started driving. I suggested that we pick something up for lunch on the way, and she agreed. We stopped by a grocery store and grabbed some food before hitting the road with the food in the back of the car.After a few minutes of driving in relative silence, only broken by my occasional direction to my house, I tried to start up a conversation with her. “So, Stacy, you’ve been with the company for a little while now, what do you think about the current situation?””Well, Mr. Winters, I think that with this big project we’re working on, we can make it through. If we do this right, we might get people referred to us by the people we’re doing the project for.”I nodded, “That’s true. See, I knew I liked you for a reason. You have a real head on your shoulders, it’s a shame that some of the other guys don’t see it…””Wh-what do you mean?” she asked, getting a little flustered.”Well, some of the guys in the office don’t appreciate Etlik travesti the fact that you’ve turned them down. They don’t like that, and they’re taking it out by calling you a dumb bitch and stuff like that. I told them to stop, and that you were a valuable member of our team. Honestly, I like you, I hope you stay with the company for a long time. I think you’re probably the smartest person in that office.””Th-thanks Mr. Winters.” she said with a bit of a blush. It made her freckles stand out a little more and gave her an almost schoolgirl like air. I wondered briefly why she didn’t agree to go out with any of the guys. I figured I’d try to figure it out in a roundabout way.”Please, call me Rick. It’s not that I don’t understand you denying them the pleasure of getting to know you better. I mean, a smart woman like you deserves better than those assholes. You deserve someone more refined, a man who will appreciate you for who you are, not what you are.””And what do you think I am, Rick?” she asked, turning towards me slightly. I could see the sparkle in her eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was genuine interest or simply the afternoon sun, but I figured I’d Keçiören travesti take my chances.”I think you’re a very smart, and very attractive woman. But that’s only what you are. The who, however, is something I’d like to get to know. Despite working for the company for a while now, I’ve never really had a chance to talk to you like this. It’s nice. Maybe we could eat lunch together when we get to my place?”She blushed slightly, “Thank you, Rick. I appreciate the offer, I might take you up on it if we have time.”I smiled and nodded, “Great, lunch with a beautiful woman before I get some sleep sounds like a great end for my day.”A few minutes later, we pulled in to my house. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either. A two story house with an office and loft upstairs along with a basement downstairs.I led Stacy inside and while we ate and chatted amicably, I poured some drinks for us, casually slipping some slipping tablets into hers. By the end of the meal, she was feeling very sleepy. I offered to let her lay down on my couch, but she insisted that she needed to go to work. I told her that I’d call them and let them know that she wasn’t feeling well and Kızılay travesti would be going home. With me to vouch for her, she didn’t have to worry. She smiled ad thanked me as she laid down on my couch.I called the office and told them that Stacy wasn’t feeling well and drove home. They gave their well wishes and said that they’d see her tomorrow, and I promised to relay the message.Stacy was sound asleep on my couch, a peaceful expression on her face as her red hair, pulled back in a bun, had allowed some strands to stray and were now loose over her face. I reached down and tucked them behind her ear as I picked her up and brought her to the basement.She woke up and found herself tied to an X post, wearing nothing but her black underwear and bra.”Oh, you’re awake,” I said from the chair I had positioned about five feet in front of her. I had to admit, she was one of the most attractive women I’d ever seen. A little taller than average for a woman, but in good shape, with nice supple high B or low C cups and a well shaped ass. I could see the outlines of her stomach muscles and as she started to breath heavily with panic, I could see her ribs when she breathed hard enough. Her hair was still in the bun. “Don’t worry, I called the office and they’re not expecting you until tomorrow, so we have plenty of time to have fun. As for the who you are thing, I know you’re Stacy. As for the what you are…you’re mine.”

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