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Thread: Assignment Name: Shiloh Luxor Richmond {SLR} (Charliesweb7 & Razgriz)

Darren was expecting her to be brash....Though not quite this much. Seemed she had no real problem expressing what her take on the situation was though he should have guessed that how she was talking to the Boss. Still, what she said kind of stung his eyes averted from her as Boss began explaining about Don Rossi. He'd wondered why there was a rush for him to finish this was this going to be its field test? He'd never had it used before, though all tests that were run showed the compression algorithms could do their job well. Hell, with what he designed, he could fit the entire Library of Congress on a two-gig harddrive if he had to. Don Rossi....That's the guy who keeps slipping through our fingers Darren whispered to himself the guy was like a chameleon. Even if it was obvious that it was him who did it...Somehow they could never find enough evidence to fully cement the accusation. It was like he would blend in, and anything they had on him was gone the guy didn't even have much of a digital footprint. No social networking, no online banking...Nothing. But when she called him out again - granted this time she gave him a veiled compliment - he felt his pride hurt just a bit more. Sure, he was no James Bond but he was capable in other ways. Still, he didn't raise a fuss about it she worked for the KGB after all. They were known for putting their recruits through the meat grinder, even worse than what the Marines or even the Navy SEALs went through. At least that was how he imagined it he could be wrong. But still it seemed that things would be moving right along, because Anastasia then commented on how it would just be the two of them. Looks like it....Like I said, look forward to working with you he then added, still sounding cheery but a little disheartened by her hostility. Here, the director spoke once more, Miss Dvok, Mr. Jacobs is quite capable he may not have much field experience but he is an expert analyst. And not just with computers in fact, if it weren't for him...We would have never found you. Despite some of our best agents working on how you might have infiltrated this country, it was him that somehow figured where you would go and allow us to intercept you. Giving a cough, he then added But you can ask him how he pulled it off later...Right now we need to get to work. He then turned to Darren and said, Darren, if you would....Let's begin the briefing. Giving a nod, Darren pulled out a laptop and after punching a few keys opened up a live video feed. It was a luxurious compound of sorts, complete with all the things a powerful mob boss would have Marble fountain, expensive sport cars, the list could go on. This mission would be quite interesting indeed. Imma let you handle the briefing, since you have a better idea of what this mission entails
Thread: That one itch you need someone to help with.

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Thread: That one itch you need someone to help with.

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Thread: That one itch you need someone to help with.

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Thread: That one itch you need someone to help with.

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Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

When Missy Carter learned she was going to have to spend her freshman summer working at her father's firm, the trust-fund princess was even more pouty and petulant than usual. She had already planned an extensive, sun-soaked holiday of bikinis, booze and boys on the family's private Caribbean island. But her old-fashioned dad had grown very tired of the way she depleted his bank account and his patience. After crashing her second car, he decided some punishment was in order, and as a result sentenced her to three months of boredom as an office girl. That was the final insult, she thought at least he could have given me some people instead of making me type and so other dropout things. Still, she found ways to make things more exciting. It gave her a great opportunity to display her wardrobe of provocative outfits, each emphasizing her gym-toned figure to a great extent. Her magnificent, mango-sized boobs were amply revealed with a lot of generous cleavage, all the more so due to her refusal to wear bras. Thin, short corporate skirts did nothing to hide the firm ripe peach of her ass, the tiny g-string beneath, or her lithe bronze legs leading down to some slutty push-up heels. Having complete confidence in the fact it was Daddy's company and no-one could touch her, she amused herself by maddening even man in the building with a rousing lust. The bitter jealously of the women employed there excited her all the more, and flirting brazenly with another's husband or boyfriend was a particular treat. Her sea-green eyes would flash with delight as she saw them seethe. Otherwise stuck at her desk, she had to make her own fun. She spent hours on Facebook, chatting with her wealth of hangers-on she didn't have many real friends and hunting for good-looking guys to sext and hook-up with. Missy had a very particular taste when it came to men no older than 25, ideally rich as Daddy at least, great body, extremely cute, and a total doormat. She believed it was the least she was due because of her beauty and status. Unfortunately there was a marked shortage of that type in this office, so she barely paid attention to her co-workers. Another long day was working towards its end, and Missy was idly painting her nails while watching the clock tick around. She was supposed to have worked through a big pile of papers, but she never bothered with that and some other jerk would deal with it anyway. All she could think of was the gym, in particular the spunky new aerobics instructor she had met the other weekend. Idle fantasies involving him had been distracting her all day she left her phone between her thighs for a while to get off on the vibrations as her friends texted her regularly. Knowing that no man could resist her, tonight she planned to ask him out. All going well, she thought, I'd be riding that hot bod by the weekend. Daddy had left way early, so with another glance at the clock, Missy decided she was bailing too. Everything was quiet in the usually busy office, and kind of eerie. She headed out into the passage, eyes focused on her phone.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

The remaining hours of work that day were spent distracted by the four men. Barely any chance was taken to remove themselves from their desk as lurid thoughts streamed frame upon frame of dirty fantasy. Each thought form was as dark and twisted as the last. All of them involved forcing little Missy Carter to their every whim. Permanent tents had grown in the pants of their suit combos and in more than one case, threatened to reveal flaws in the tensile properties of the fabric. Victor's hand had just completed another circuit down and around his swollen phallus. He couldn't remember the last time he had been hard for so long. Nor was their recollection of his body being so entirely primed to fuck anyone. He saw Missy pass by his office and quickly reached for his office phone. A certain amount of smug satisfaction was felt as he spoke into the corporate receiver, initializing the downfall of the heiress. She just passed by. Nose in her phone as usual. Once the phone was hung up again, Victor was quick to escape the confines of his desk and look down the hall. He watched that delectable ass of Missy's tick like a pendulum with each step, causing the softest of moans to escape his mouth. On the other end of the phone, Mark placed the receiver back on its cradle with a sly smirk. It took but a few rushed steps to take him to the door so he could peek down the hall. The front of Missy was just as spectacular as the back, maybe moreso as her firm breasts had free reign under her shirts and had a habit of drawing many hungry gazes. One... Two.. Three, was counted silently before Mark rushed out of the room with a stack of blank paper. He barreled into Missy with enough force to at least pretend the papers were knocked out of his hands and hopefully her phone also. Ahhh fuck! Sorry about that Missy, he intoned with little real remorse showing in te apology. Lascivious intentions heated Mark's blue eyes as he openly drank in Missy. The day long erection was certainly making him more brave and accepting of what needed to be done. Both ahead and behind Missy another head would poke out before their respective bodies followed. There was nothing truly strange about the timing as there was almost always some movement in the office. The only real difference was the intents behind the actions now and possibly the stretched mounds of cloth that existed for each male filling up the hallway. If anyone had been there to see, a dangerous look resided in each man's eyes. Speaking of knowing they were not going to get caught in an act of mischief .i
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

With her emerald eyes fixed firmly on her screen, and her luscious mouth spread in a lascivious grin, Missy was eagerly texting one of her girlfriends about the various messy things she intended to do with the instructor she was infatuated with. In reality she wouldn't dream of indulging most of them, for beside her beauty and intense sexuality she was still inexperienced in bed and secretly frightened of some of the things she'd heard about. But she maintained her persona of a reckless nymphomaniac and enjoyed the mock outrage and grudging jealously it drew from her friends. Lost in her private fantasies she didn't see Mark until they collided. Shit! she spat in surprise and irritation, her body crushing against his. Mark was a good six inches taller than her and she found herself face-first in his strong chest. Her firm breasts squeezed up hard against him, almost working like cushions as she bounced back. With a loud clatter her diamond-encrusted phone fell hard onto the corner of a nearby desk then onto the floor. Asshole, fuck! Watch where you're going! she hissed as she knelt down to collect it. Her skirt pulled so tight across her ass it was like the grey fabric was painted onto her perfect curves. Bending forward she presented an ample ogling of her cleavage as she snatched the phone and stood up. It's broken! she said in a voice of the utmost petulance. You prick, Daddy will make you pay for it from your salary! Glaring at him with what she considered her angriest face - but in fact was more of a bitchy pout - she snarled and added Although guessing what you earn, it'll take you ten years! She pushed past him with her chin in the air and continued down the passage, moving like she was walking down a catwalk at an elite Paris fashion show. Angrily she stabbed her bejeweled, manicured fingers at her phone but found it no longer worked, with a crack running across the glass. Damnit, damnit! she seethed. Turning about quickly, she wanted to abuse Mark more, or maybe even knee him in the nuts - that was always so satisfying. But he was gone, and instead a bunch of other jerks who had been obviously watching her ass suddenly scurried out of her view. Normally it seemed like every problem could be solved by her phone. But what was she going to be without it? Missy was the quintessential dumb blonde whenever a crisis occurred. Gnawing her lower lip thoughtfully, she realized that Daddy could courier a new one around. It would mean waiting for another twenty minutes, but that outrage could be forgiven if she could talk him into getting an even better one this time. Wandering absently around the office halls, she found an empty office in a quiet corner that had a phone on the desk. The push-button device was almost foreign to her and but she understood it well enough. The problem, she suddenly realized, was that without her phone she knew none of her numbers - not even Daddy's. She was going to have to ask someone in the office for it. Fuck! she growled, jumping up again. I'm never getting to the gym now.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Having Missy's firm and generous breasts press up against him would have been reward enough on a normal day. Each subsequent movement that did little but show off more of Missy's hormone spiking figure was near the icing on the cake. Any other time and Mark would have politely accepted what she had to say and gone on with his day. Maybe if you weren't staring at the fucking ground and realized there were actually people that earned their keep around here, you would still have your pretty little phone intact. The next few moments were spent carelessly pulling the paper back into a pile as Mark watched Missy wander around aimlessly like a lost pet. When she disappeared into one of the unused offices, the paper was discarded into the nearest trash can he could find. A second was taken to reach down and adjust his throbbing erection to a more comfortable position. For the slightest of moments a touch of guilt entered into Mark's thoughts as he stepped down the hall towards the office. That was mentally stomped down in short order when another surge of blood to his midsection reminded him of how long he had been thinking about this that day. Missy was going to pay in the only way she was capable of. It wasn't like she owned anything or had money that wasn't in card form. Before Missy could reach the door Mark was in the threshold. Light snickering could be heard trickling from his lips as Missy mentioned the gym. I wouldn't be too worried about missing out on the gym, he said while closing the door behind him. A predatory gleam glared out from his eyes while they raked over the young woman's gorgeous figure. You see, it's about time you caught up on your duties around here. A dark sneer decorated his face as he leaned against the door. The movement was enough to allow his coat to shift back and slip away from the tent it partially obscured. Through boxers and the material of his pants the ridge of Mark's crown could be indentified, so strained the fabric was around his cock. Me and a couple of the guys are getting more than a little frustrated with your incessant petulant behaviour. Oh sorry, I guess I should use words you understand. We're tired of your constant bitchy spoiled little brat attitude. Blue eyes watched Missy from his smirking face, waiting for the explosion sure to erupt.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

Mark's dramatic entrance surprised Missy, and she gave a little gasp and jumped, breasts bouncing in sync between the stretched cotton. Her dark brows knitted together and gave her immaculate face a look of girlish confusion. For a few moments she tried to place who he was, beyond the jerk she had just collided with earlier. But all she could establish was that he must be one of the drones, and she couldn't even remember his name. As his own wolfish eyes looked her over, Missy took a better look at him. The guy certainly wasn't ugly, but he seemed too...bloated in the face to be handsome. Obviously he worked out but a slight paunch betrayed his oncoming middle age. Certainly he was nothing like the kind of guy she'd even talk to, let alone take to bed. Her normally arrogant pout began to turn into an anxious frown as she studied the look on his face. Lecherous looks and dirty leers were nothing knew to her, but this guy's expression was something altogether different. His creepy little laugh already had the hairs on the back of her elegant neck standing up. She listened to his words, some kind of workplace crap. His obvious erection caught her eye and she regarded it with an affected disdain. Clearly the guy was some kind of office tyrant who thought that, because he thought she a 'dumb blonde', he could treat her like nothing. Obviously he knew who her father was too, so he must have felt even more smug, she thought. When his final words bitchy - spoiled - brat were spat out, Missy smirked at the obvious provocation. What he supposed an insult had actually been thrown at her so many times that she had adopted it as a badge of pride. Her opinion of the guy as some kind of jerkoff control freak seemed confirmed, and she decided it was time to give this sleazebag a lesson. Placing one hand on her hip, she casually fingered the top button of blouse with the other, all the while smiling as invitingly as a porn star. She took slow steps towards Mark, swinging her hips a little as she moved. The whole idea was to distract him, and focus his gaze firmly on her exceptional breasts. Speaking in a soft and controlled tone, Missy stepped right up to him, looking up with a provocative fire in her deep green eyes, and said You got a problem with my attitude, sir ? She laid a heavy sarcastic emphasis on the last word, while resting her hands firmly on his shoulders. Then with a swift, sudden strike she kneed him firmly in his rock-hard erection. Here's my fucking apology, jerk. You're lucky I don't have your sorry ass sacked. With a satisfied sigh she flicked her flashing hair over her shoulder and said coldly Now, give me your phone, and maybe I won't ruin your life. A superior smile beamed on her face.
Thread: Working Overtime (Dirty Blonde/SanguineDreams)

If only the little bitch had any inkling as to how she was perceived by everybody. It didn't take some tyrant to have an urge to finally step up and teach another a lesson. There was some reap what you sow metaphor begging to make itself known to the young woman. Before too long she would gain experience that no words or prettied up metaphor could teach her. Mark wasn't there to make nice or ask the little cocktease out on a date. Her sudden shift to wannabe seductress may have worked on a younger version of himself but he saw right through the ploying actions attempted by the young woman. He would certainly watch with amusement as the clumsy attempt at distracting him with her wiles, began to play out. Taking this little bitch down a peg is gonna be funner than I thought. The sorry excuse for distraction and attempt at disabling him were laughable in Mark's eyes. This wasn't some chance encounter down a dark alley where anyone could come around the corner and the act had to be rushed. Just because Mark's erection led the way, didn't mean he wasn't thinking rationally at all. A protective hand dipped and cupped his swollen cock as Missy's hands came to his shoulders. The impact of her knee, though a little jarring to his hand, would not be as effective as the young woman hoped. Mocking clicking could be heard from Mark, like a mother lightly admonishing a child. Ahh, ahh ah, would be all the warning coming from Mark before his hand shot out in time with Missy's hand flicking her hair back. It headed on a collision course for her face with enough strength behind it to twist a person around. At the very least a good sideways snap of the head would follow an echoing smack. There's a phone right fucking there! How about you get on that one and make a couple calls? I would hate for there to be no witnesses to the office tramp getting what she deserves. Cold eyes glared down at Missy and Mark seemed ready to strike if she tried anything again. The most relaxed part of him was the single finger tugging at the tie around his neck. It's just you and me in here, you little slut. Now get on that fucking phone and call Steven, Victor and Kyle down to this room! His voice raised slowly and became especially vehement as he neared the end of his directions.