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Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

Robyn walked into the office the next morning, carrying a mug of Earle Gray tea, wiping the sleep out of her pale, blue eyes. It had been a late night...she had started working on her next proposal, but her mind had strayed, and before she knew what she was doing she was visiting her usual maternity sites and fantasizing about possible outfits for her farthest date of pregnancy. It had been hours before she had stopped, 3 a.m. to be exact, so she was tired and cranky. Her blonde hair was pulled tight up into a bun, as she adjusted her wire rim glasses. The 28 year old smoothed her gray business suit, making sure it concealed everyone of her curves....under the suit was a carefully crafted and sculpted body that she spent hours working on at the gym. She didn't weigh an ounce over 110 pounds, she made sure of that, and her 5'8 frame carried the weight perfectly. Her hips were wide, her breasts were a firm 34c, which she made sure to contain in a carefully fitted and nondescript bra. Men didn't need any additional invitations, so she kept her body hidden, preferring to remain as professional as possible. Unfortunately, when she walked into the office she noticed and overheard the two neanderthals talking about Julia....and how birth control was a woman's priority. Are you two idiots kidding me? You're objectifying a mother to be? Julia of all people? She's one of the nicest, loveliest, and caring women in this office, plus the best sales rep we have, and you can't see past the fact that she is having a baby? You're disgusting, and don't think I didn't hear your crass remark about breast size. It's because of chauvinistic males like you that women have such a hard time bursting through the glass ceiling, She said, storming up to the two of them, her hair frazzled as she yelled, more loudly than she had expected. Women are treated like scum in this country because of jerks like you. We're paid 50 cents on the dollar compared to men, despite statistical reports proving we work just as hard and just as proficiently as anyone with a penis in between their legs. Because we have breasts, because we have a vagina, you look at as us being inferior... she said, trying to calm down. I am going to report you to Mr. Johannesberg. Both of you. I know you already have strikes on your records...and Mr. Johannesberg always listens to me. Do you really think you can be this much of a stereotypical jock male and be succesful? You're both done here. What do you have to say to that? she said, putting her hand on her hip and tapping her sensible black heels in front of them.
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

... plus the best sales rep we have. Uh, excuse me? The best? Randy smirked and pointed at himself. Top of the board? Hello? Mark leaned back in his chair and raised his palms. The two salesmen glanced at each other in disbelief of both her remark and of each other's assertion that they were better than one another. Besides that, maybe Robyn just didn't want to believe that Julia pulled most of the same stunts to close deals as the boys did. That's what made her as good as she was. That's what made any of them good. Robyn continued on talking right over them, their comments swallowed up in the venom of her rant. What do you have to say to that? Robyn concluded, nearly spitting as her blonde bun began to come apart in her righteous feminine rage. Randy simply grinned as his eyes scanned up her tall frame in its bland and loose attire, imagining the shape hidden beneath, a most unflattering cut. Even the hem of the jacket covered the child bearing hips that he had often so clandestinely taken stock of before. If she would dress herself even half like a woman should, she would get laid once in a while and wouldn't be such an uptight bitch. You're sexy when you're angry, he finally answered as his eyes finished their scan by meeting with her own. He gave Robyn a moment to let the comment sink in. Even Mark fell dead silent as he pursed his mouth to fight of the surprised O that it was endeavoring to form. Then Randy casually took out his phone and began to draft a text.
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

H.....how dare you! How dare you comment on my appearance or call me sexy! It's of no consequence to you for how I look.....I swear, I will make your life a living hell for the rest of the time you work here....which will be very short considering I'm going to go to the boss and tell him what you are doing right now, She said, her breasts just mere inches from his face. She started to walk away, but saw Randy writing something on his cell phone. You're pretty calm for someone who is about to be fired. What are you writing? Or are you looking at the want ads for new jobs because you know you're toast here?
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

Robyn continued to tear the strip from him yet Randy felt no pain and followed through with his actions unmoved other than the arousal in his pants. You go tell mr jo-berg whatever you want D It actually took him longer to dig her number out of the depths of his contact list than it did to type the message or attach the photo. Using the one of the wide shot of what was definitely her desk beneath the maternal gallery on the screen, he hit send. When he had gotten home the previous evening he had been so turned on by the prospect of what could happen between himself and the otherwise frigid bitchy Robyn. Discovering the suppressed lust concealed in the kink within her had his imagination running wild. He actually went for a jog to get his mind off of it or at least subdue the incessant boner that he had, but upon finishing, the full on erection returned. The shower was next, its steady jet of water lubing his masturbating strokes enough to keep him from cumming, all the while his loins yearning to blow the load against his brain insisting on saving it all for Robyn's unprotected pussy in the coming days. His brain had somehow won by employing a couple of beers and a baseball game on TV. Go back to your office, he told her quietly as he stood. Rethink this whole affair, he said, choosing the words carefully as he continued to grin. She was only a couple of inches shorter than himself and Randy could see the twitches in her lashes as he looked her straight in the eye. Then call me when you're ready to apologize. After a moment of relishing the look on her face he excused himself down the hall and past reception, taking a good gander at Nicole's ass before heading out the door to meet his client. Don't look at me, said Mark as he held up his palms in disassociation.
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

What are you doing....you're looking at your phone? You have to be kidding me, we're talking, we're having a conversation, and you're sending someone a text? That is ridiculous, you're the most obnoxious, most pig headed person in this office! She cried out, and when he pushed send she felt a vibrate in her pocket. She felt it again, and she looked down at her phone, confused. You sent me a text? What the hell... she said, as she opened it....and her blood ran cold. It was a picture of her computer, set to her secret pinterest page of nothing but maternity clothes and pregnancy porn. The hairs on the back of her arm stood straight up at attention and her breath seized in her throat. What the hell was she going to do? She did what she could. She turned around, beet red, and went back into her office, trying to hold back tears. He knew, he fucking knew what she looked at in her office all day long. This asshole knew her deepest, darkest secret....she had to make it better. Shaking, she picked up her phone and dialed his number. Look....I'm sorry. I apologize and I won't tell anyone about your indescretion with Nicole. Please delete the picture from your phone and we'll let bygones be bygones. I'm sorry. We're even now, She said, hoping he would understand.
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

He had just stepped out of the elevator and into the parkade when his phone rang. She was even quicker than he thought. Fullwood here, he answered as if he didn't know who was on the line. Please delete the picture from your phone and we'll let bygones be bygones. I'm sorry. We're even now. Yeah, even, said Randy with a slight chuckle. We are so uneven, he said slowly. We are hopelessly uneven. He was pretty certain that his grin was audible through the phone. Picturing Robyn hunched at her desk, skin flushed white with panic, eyes wide with fear he went on with the details. In fact we are so unbalanced that if you want to keep from falling off the edge we will have a meeting tomorrow, he instructed her as he arrived at his Audi. He took his fob from his pocket and unlocked the door. I have a new client at one, so we'll make it three-thirty. Your office, he told her. And you can have that maternity page open on your screen again. Randy ducked in and sat himself behind the wheel. See you then. He hung up, dropped the phone into his pocket, strapped himself in and drove off. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day.
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

She just looked at her phone, as if it wasn't possible that he had just basically said that he would be in her office, tomorrow, at 330 for god's knows what. She had no idea how she could get out of this, her mind was swimming as she tried to think of a way, somehow, to get him off of her back. But as much as she brain stormed, she knew she was caught. Oh fuck me..... she said, as she left for the day. The next day in the office was one of the longest in her life. Were people smiling at her more than usual? Did they know? As 330 finally rolled around she opened up her office door and made sure her pinterest page was up. She didn't want to make him mad, or give him any excuse to tell the office.
Thread: Shame of the Office (Maiesiobreed & CharmSnake)

Randy was fully aware that if he wasn't careful he could be in for a difficult night. He had to get his mind off of the next day's meeting with Robyn, otherwise he'd have to jerk himself off and he didn't want to waste the sperm. First he did some chores. He put in a load of laundry and did some dishes for once. That killed some time. Sports was always good for ignoring the libido and so he opened a beer and watched the last six innings of the baseball game. By then it was after dinner on the west coast so he decided to call Mom. They hadn't talked in a couple of months so Randy actually didn't mind her going on at length about her geraniums. That took care of at least another hour. Finally he went to bed with an action movie with lots of 'splosions and special fx. Even the next day the excitement needed to be quelled. After checking in, he made all his appointments out of the office. After lunch he met Joe Wentworth for a round of golf. Even with a slow player like Joe, with only the two of them and using a cart they finished by quarter to three. Changing back into his business attire, Randy's suit was dark blue, nearly black with shirt a crisp white and although his tie was a solid power red, minute hexagons detailed in the stitching. Stroking his goatee in the mirror, he was ready to dominate this meeting. Still, Randy let her stew a few minutes, walking past reception at 331 and greeting everyone fondly and loudly to announce his presence, a clever grin on his lips. He wanted Robyn on edge an off guard so he stopped at his own desk a moment to pointlessly shuffle things around. When his watch finally hit 335 he sauntered down the hall. Her door was open and she was waiting sitting behind her desk. He stepped in, softly shut the door and clicked it locked behind him. With his shit eating grin he slowly circled her desk in a predatory manner. Her eyes followed him, wide like a rabbit trapped in a corner with nowhere to run, and rabbit made a very appropriate metaphor. As he came around the edge of the desk, he could see the whole length of her, limbs nervous and respiration tense. Checking out her luscious frame, Randy imagined the bare supple flesh and gropable curves beneath, then he put her clothes back on and imagined how they might fit six, seven or eight glorious months hence. So, he finally broke the deafening silence as he leaned forward with both palms on her desk to look at her computer monitor. Which one of these here imagines is your favorite?
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Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

Conferences BethanUK Charmsnake
Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

Nobody wanted to be stuck up north in February, so Miami was an obviously choice for the quarterly meetings. All the branches were there with their managers and their entourages. Outside the windows, the Atlantic stretched out in deep bright blue in the sunshine and the storefronts and beach parasols gleamed an array of summery colors defying the time of year. Inside the hotel conference room was drab grey with the dull tones of import wholesale across all the tables. Those who were keen followed every matter while others found idle distraction in the monotony of the meetings, but all eyes snapped to attention when Lyndon McMillan was introduced as the Operations Manager for the Houston branch. Lyndon stood tall and lean in his steel blue attire as he addressed the room. Despite being backlit by the Florida sun, his stern brow and long sculpted face maintained a glow as he reported of the recently opened crossdock operation, complete with power point slideshow. The Galveston location accessible by sea and rail allows us to import all goods from Mexico, Central and South America for easy direct distribution throughout the United States, he continued. While most would button their jacket to stand, Lyndon left his open with one hand casually in his hip pocket. Coupled with our in house customs brokerage, we've cut out significant middling and overhead and cut import costs by nearly forty percent. The images on the projection on the wall to his left depicted an efficient operation of forklifts, trucks, containers and cranes with people in clean uniforms and hard hats conferring and nodding at checklists. Although we do not do the volume of our west coast branches, our profit numbers are catching up with theirs. Keith Hickson, the Houston branch manager, and Charmaine Freel, Houston's accounts manager, sat silently smug on either side of him as he spoke. Lyndon's dark hair waved subtly, about as rebelliously as LFP Imports' stodgy guidelines would allow, and his light brown eyes accented by his coppery tie betrayed the trace of latin in his blood. He concluded to field questions. If, as you say, you don't have the volume of the west coast, why go to all the expense of such a large in house operation? asked Tim Wheatley from the San Diego branch. Why don't you? answered Lyndon. San Diego has 360 of the volume that we have in Houston. We're the second largest wholesale importer in the country and San Diego is the second largest operation in our network. Lyndon peered expectantly Tim's way for an explanation that never came. Start-up costs are always recoupable. Now we have a working blueprint. All right thank you Houston and Mr McMillan, grunted the old grey lump Mr Fillmore, the head of the board and the F in LFP. I think it's safe to say that the Houston crossdock is a model for the rest of the logistical operations to follow. Lyndon nodded quietly and retook his seat. You killed it Lyndon, Keith whispered. You make us look good. I know, Lyndon winked as he scanned the faces through the room.
Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

Wheatley wasn't the only one to embarrass himself. Moving on to the next matter, Woitowski from Philadelphia put out a feeler for some money for more space. He reasoned that since Houston got a small cash injection to launch their new operation then Philly could use some to expand their 100,000 square foot facility. Sims from head office in Chicago and Fillmore's right hand man asked why they needed more space with such low volume. We still need space to hold it until it sells, Woitowski explained. Sometimes it can be in stock for a year before we can move it. The comment drew a few muffled smirks from around the room. It was bad buying and bad logistics. European imports to the east coast were few. Seventy-five percent of the firm's entire purchasing came from the far east, which gave the west coast its high volume. Most of the rest was from Mexico which fell on Houston and San Diego. Philly should have probably been doing their crossdocking by third party let alone expanding their own facility, and they should have been shopping their wares before they sign the production contracts to ensure that the stuff will sell before they buy it. Sims confirmed this. Your pre-marketing is weeding out the poor sellers, no? he posed. Richard Sims was a distinguished black man with greying temples and thin rim glasses. If you're having inventory issues ensure that you purchasing and your sales are communicating. You're only buying stuff that you can sell. Pudgy Woitowski slumped back into his chair. Lyndon left it to Sims to sort out. He always did that well, and with such tact. What was more interesting to Lyndon was the young lady sitting next to that putz Tim Wheatley. San Diego had a new recruit. She was nervous, like a kitten in a room full of rocking chairs. If her stoic face faade didn't give her away, he could tell by how she kept habitually tugging at her own hair. Needing something to occupy her anxiety, she had been subtly doing it since the moment that she had walked into the room. He had seen that too. She was soft, certainly on the inside, and Lyndon had sensed that immediately. He shifted his eyes from Woitowski's smouldering squirms to the new girl's rigid queaziness and locked his gaze upon hers. He knew that she had noticed him, but he was curious as to whether or not she would admit it. Perhaps her eyes would tell. Before the week was out he was going to show her the ropes. She needed it.
Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

Bethan felt a fraud for even being there. As each person spoke it was as if they were talking a foreign language to her. It wasn't as if she didn't try to understand and listen but nothing seemed to be sticking. As the guy from Philadelphia stood up and made a plea for investment to expand his operation there, she smiled. She had heard something that made some sense to her at last. Of course you will have cash flow difficulties if your inventory holding periods are too long. That either means your supply chain on the purchasing side isn't right or you are buying in things that your customers don't want to buy, well at least at the time you bring them in. she told herself. What then pleased her even more was that the distinguished looking guy from Chicago told him pretty much the same thing, although maybe a little more eloquently. Continuing to smile she randomly gazed round the room until she noticed the man from Houston, what was his name? umm Lyndon something who appeared to be looking in her direction too. She blushed a little and started doodling on the notepad in front of her wishing the ground would swallow her up. After everyone agreed that the Philadelphia branch needed to sort out its inventory issues before a single cent would be provided for expansion plans, the conference broke for lunch. Bethan slowly stood up, brushing down her businesslike black dress, which had ridden up slightly after sitting for so long. She shuffled out of the room with Tim, almost hiding behind him, hoping that no one would come and ask her about her thoughts on the benefits of in-house customs brokerage or the like. They all made their way into the restaurant area reserved for them and as they did so Bethan quickly detoured to the Ladies. She washed her face with cool water to help calm herself. She took a hairbrush from her bag and ran it through her long brunette hair so that it at least looked passable. Finally she sprayed a tiny squirt of perfume, Britney Spears' Intimate Fantasy, on her neck and wrists. Her toilette complete, she emerged to discover there was no seat left on the table Tim was at and she looked round in a panic. It seemed the only space near where she was standing was next to Lyndon.
Thread: Conferences  (BethanUK & Charmsnake)

While everyone rose to bottleneck through the doors, Lyndon's eyes followed the young lady from behind as she adjusted a crease or two in her attire. Just like her hair, it was more distractions for her anxiety. Conservatively clad in black, she was dressed as to not draw much attention and in an environment more social she may not have but being one of only a handful of females many subtle glances went her way regardless. She certainly was no Faye Wang all decked out in her heavily painted face and gold buttoned and double-breasted suit stretched over her plump hourglass. He watched the new girl wade through the crowd faithfully and protectively behind her boss Tim. She wasn't going to learn anything from that guy. It was one thing to be less knowledgeable - that in itself was not a crime - but to try bumping chests with someone out of your league, as he had tried with his pointed question, was the act of a brazen fool. Woitiwski on the other hand wasn't a bad fellow. He just had more to learn. The crowd began to filter in for lunch. Carl, Lyndon called out to Woitowski and offered him the seat to his left. Thanks, said Carl and sat himself in his dark tan suit and maroon tie. His thinning hair was neatly combed. Don't mind if I do. Charmaine sat across from them, in her mid-fifties and with her coiffed bob highlighted blonde. Keith took a place across the room sitting with Fillmore and Sims. Cox from Denver approached. Sorry, this seat's taken, Lyndon told him. The restaurant area was nearly full. Glancing over his shoulder Lyndon saw the shy one in black finally enter the room, one of the last ones to do so. When she looked about tentatively as if in some distress, he rescued her with a casual wave of his hand. Welcome, he said, resisting the instinct to rise and push her seat in. Things had to remain casual at this stage. Lyndon McMillan, Houston, he introduced himself and offered his hand.