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Thread: Temptation. . . (Sippie x Atom)

The alarm clock blared loudly into his ear. Turning over groggily in his full sized bed, he looked at the red numbers that showed 600. A heavy sigh escaped the man's lips and with a heavy hand, turned off the alarm and got out of bed. After quickly taking care of his hygene, he moved towards the kitchen of his two room apartment, and started to brew some coffee, stopping to read the paper in between sips and finally left for his new job. It was his first day at work, and to be perfectly frank, Steven was a little bit nervous. He had no idea what to expect of the people whom he was going to be working with and groaned as he pulled his car into the parking lot. It was a big office building with a big parking lot. He had gotten to the building a bit early due to the fact he didn't know where it was. Pulling into a space that was rather close, he exited his car and made his way towards the building. As he walked through the building he read aloud the email that had been sent when he had gotten the job Dear Mr. White, Welcome to the Fann Corporation, we are looking forward to a successful relationship with you and your family. Your cubicle is on the fifth floor and you have been hired to fill a consultant position. We look forward to meeting again in the future, Victor Fann With that, Steven moved to the elevator and pushed the little red 5. Upon reaching the fifth floor, he moved to find his cubicle, and finally found one with his name on it. It was pretty bare except for a computer and a nametag. The man plopped down in his chair and looked around the spacious cubicle. With another sigh, he turned on his computer and logged on.
Thread: Temptation. . . (Sippie x Atom)

She hated being an assistant. It meant that she had to get up earlier in order to get there earlier than her boss, who also rose earlier than his other employees so that he could be there first. He liked to have his coffee and bagel with strawberry cream cheese on his desk when he turned on the light. If he didn't, then he would make the lives of his employees a living hell, and then they would blame her. She didn't give a shit what they thought, but it was harder to manipulate people if they were mad at her. Sydnie! Mr. Griffin, the floor supervisor, called her into his office. She stretched her arms over her head as she stood up, arching her back so that her breasts pressed against her shirt before she entered his office. Go see if Mr. Steven White is in yet. If he is, tell him that I look forward to seeing him later. Tell him I'd love to greet him in person, but I'm too busy at the moment. His eyes never met hers as he spoke, staying transfixed on the rise and fall of her breasts as she inhaled and exhaled. Yes, sir. Sydnie replied, turning around and rolling her eyes as she left the office. She could almost feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of her skirt as she walked away. She loved being the first to talk to the new employees. It was the best way to insure that she was kept in mind in case she needed a favor. She found the new employee in the only cubicle that had been empty yesterday, but was occupied this morning. Steven? Steven White?
Thread: Temptation. . . (Sippie x Atom)

The man was typing madly away at his computer. His brown bangs hung in his face and beside his computer was the only thing he had brought to work. A metallic blue waterbottle, that he was forced to get because his younger brother was so focused on saving the environment. Well, that and smoking weed. Stupid. Fucking. Hippie. He shook his head, those words would never usually cross his mind, and by all means he wanted to save the environment. He did have an electric car, didn't he. As he typed, he exhaled heavily. He felt as though there was alot of pressure on this job, Fann did say that he fired the last guy at his position over something small, and Steven had to make sure he was perfect. Turning, he heard a soft voice behind him. His shoulders were tense and his fingers were a bit cramped from trying to get so organized so quick. Yeah, hold on a sec. He said turning back to his computer quickly, as to put the finishing touches on a document that would further help him organize his clients. He turned and laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he had seen in awhile. He opened his mouth to speak, but no noise was made, then to try and cover his own tracks, grabbed his bottle. However, he grabbed his bottle a bit to hastily and spilt all over his nice new pants. Not daring to cuss under his breath, he looked back up at her, it seemed the stress of the first day was getting to him. The man stood up, he was about six foot four, and was very skinny. He never ate too much, and he was never very hungry. He smiled and held his hand out. Pleased to meet you. He said, forgetting that she hadn't even properly introduced herself yet. Shaking his head. he laughed. I'm sorry, I'm just very. . He trailed off. She probably didn't want to hear his life story, so he just stood and watched her. There had to be a purpose as to why she was here. .. .
Thread: Temptation. . . (Sippie x Atom)

Sydnie liked that she had to look up to see his face, which was saying something considering that she was tall for a woman at five feet and ten inches. She could have been a model if her father hadn't been so adamant about keeping her away from that lifestyle. If only he knew... The smile she'd been hiding since he spilled water all over his pants broke through to curve her lips at the corners and flash brilliantly white teeth. Happens to the best of us. It's hard coming into a fast paced environment and having to jump in headlong on your first day. She extended her manicured hand to his as she introduced herself. My name is Sydnie. I'm the assistant to Mr. Griffin, the floor supervisor. He looks forward to meeting you. He would have greeted you himself, but he is in the midst of a very important conference call. Pfft. The bastard was just too high on his horse to get the fuck up and greet his new employee himself. Son of a bitch. I was told to make sure you have everything you need. Is there anything I can do for you, mister White? She widened her green eyes slightly so that they flashed in the bright fluorescent light.
Thread: Temptation. . . (Sippie x Atom)

Grasping her hand lightly, he lowered his head. Obviously she was a bit more revered in this office than he. In fact, she was the assistant to the manager, whilst he was a lowly consultant who was on his first day. As he retracted his hand, he grabbed a tissue and started to dry himself off. Ugh. What a first day so far. As he looked her up and down, he realized quite a beautiful woman she was. She seemed almost six foot, though in reality she was shorter. She had the looks to be someone that actually meant something to the world, instead she was stuck here in this office building. When she spoke her name, the man smiled, then managed to shake his head when she said her little bit about the boss. As he thought to himself, he sighed. What else could he possibly need? Thoughts of wise cracks about her phone number, and other things of that nature entered his brain, but he quickly shook them off. He was supposed to be a mama's boy, and he intended to keep it that way. Besides, the poor man could count how many times he had hooked up with any girl on one hand. He was far too shy and far too doubtful. The man looked down at her and shook his head. I don't think so. He said with a smile. She called him Mister White. That was weird, but again, he ignored the thought. Moving back to sit back in his seat, he rubbed his eyes and looked back at the screen. If I need anything, I will be sure to holler. He said through a nervous laugh and started to furiously type at his computer. At one point, he received an email and quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number on the screen. It was an account that, as the email described, was supposed to be a synch to land. After about a half an hour of arguing and debating with the man on the other end, Steven slammed down to phone back to the base, and furiously sat back in his chair. What the hell went wrong? It was his first chance at a client, and he blew it. This was not such a good day for him. . .
Thread: Temptation. . . (Sippie x Atom)

Sydnie went back to her office and reported everything that had happened back to mister Griffin. Whether he listened or not was anyone's guess, but he took the time to interrupt her and tell her how nice she looked. Of course he had that lascivious glint in his eyes that underscored his words, which she simply rolled her eyes at and shook off. Afterwards she went back to her desk and resumed answering the phone, taking notes, filling out reports and shit that he was too lazy and unwilling to do himself. Half the stuff he made her do was above and beyond her job description, but the money was awesome and it was tough to find a new job in this economy. Sydnie, I'm going to lunch now. You've got an hour. If I'm not back by then, postpone all my appointments until tomorrow. He braced his hands on the edge of her desk and leaned over her, looking at her computer screen to make sure she was actually doing her work. She had never been caught slipping before, but he checked every day at infrequent intervals. He needed a reason to coerce her to sleep with him in order to keep her job. He knew there was no other way to get her in bed with him. She nodded at him without so much as a acknowledging glance. He glared at her for a few moments in which she still didn't look at him before he walked away. She looked up only when she was sure that he was out of the office. Son of a bitch. She rolled her eyes and pushed away from the desk. She grabbed her purse and walked out of her office. She had to pass by the cubicles on her way to the elevator and thanked her lucky stars, as she did every day, that she was not forced to stare at gray walls all day every day. Sydnie saw Steven hard at work in his so far undecorated cubicle looking stressed. She walked over and put her hand gently on his shoulder. Take a break. Let's go get some fresh air and eat.
Thread: Temptation. . . (Sippie x Atom)

The man laughed at her offer. At first he was going to decline, then he decided he couldn't. A beautiful woman was asking him to lunch, he couldn't possibly say no. Deal. He said as he put his computer to sleep and pushed away from his desk. He put on his suit jacket and followed her out the door and into the elevator. The elevator ride was silent going down, but the man could honestly not thinnk of anything to say. With a sigh, he looked at her. Well, where do you want to go? The man asked as they walked outside the building. He was thinking about paying for her, but realized it was just two co workers going out for a bite to eat. Steven strained his eyes to look for a place to eat near the office but found only construction and trees. He was new to this area, so he had absolutely no idea where anything was or how to get anywhere. Sighing, he looked at her. I'll drive.
Thread: Dark Fantasies (Wolfyyy and Juicy)

- It shouldn't even happened How I wish I have never met her in the first place. - His eyes shut, his tired body resting against his priced leather armchair. Countless thoughts have been flowing through his mind in the recent weeks as today is the day he is expecting the arrival of his daughter - a figure he has neglected for about 5 years. It is not that he did not care for his ex-wife, who recently passed away, nor did he not missed his daughter. He was hurt, numbed in the heart and the only way of easing the pain was to minimise his exposure to the his ex-wife and his daughter. Working seemed to be like the best ever form of distraction he can have, which is why his businesses are ever expanding. His monthly profit averaged to about almost a million dollars. He acknowledged that probably, it was his fault that the whole divorce took place. He got complacent ever since he was married to his wife. There was not a single candle light dinner between the two, no weekend dates, valentine's day was celebrated by having a meal at home. All romance died right after the day he exchanged vows with her. He thought he has got everything he every wanted, family, money, a stable career etc. He did not realised that efforts are still required to maintain those things in his life. It did not help especially when your mother is the kind who requires lots and lots of attention. The kind that will drain any man to the core mentally due to her enormous appetite for emotional needs. She felt neglicted, and started an affair. It did not take long before he discovered it. He was devasted. At that point in time, he could not quite see the bigger picture, as he put all the blame on her shoulders. That all the more, provoked her which eventually led to the conclusion that divorce was simply the best option. He lowered his head, resting it against his palm, gently massaging his temples. The serenity was broken when he heard a beep coming from the transmitter. Mr James Parker? Its Bob Suchet here, the chauffeur. Just to let you know that your daughter has arrived with me, and we're making our way to the front porch. He placed the towel, that was lying on his lap, aside on a nearby glass table. He finished working out at the Gym room at the western wing of his castle - of sort -. He always manage to keep a habit of keeping in shape, since he used to be a football playing during his early days. He is now nearing his late thirties, but still possess the firm, broad, atheletic body frame that he has when he was younger. He changed out of his workout shorts and put on a more formal and proper long pants, coupled with a T-shirt that wraps firmly against his torso, his well-mainted figure can be easily traced from his attire. He made his way to the front porch, standing by the steps as he waits, watching the limo coming from the distance. He felt a little nervous. He is afraid that his daughter, someone so dear to him will be mad at him for neglecting her when she probably needed him most. He wants to make it up to her. And he can only hope she will forgive him.
Thread: Dark Fantasies (Wolfyyy and Juicy)

When you exited the house, my eyes widened. You weren't anything like I remembered. For some odd reason, I had blocked out the thought of you for so long that my perception of you had been distorted by reality. You were much more handsome than anything I remembered and in shape REALLY in shape. I could see your fitness through the clothes you were wearing. Nice tight blouse, black pants, very sophisticated. You looked rich, dressed rich, and had smelled rich. But the money wasn't what I was thinking of what right. I was thinking of how attractive you looked for a man your age. Your masculinity and maturity made you more attractive. I had picture a pot-bellied man who, with money, had loss track of his health. But boy, was I much proven wrong. A man approached me, leaning out his arms to hand me a luggage that was in the trunk of the limo. I didn't even notice the man, I just continued walking bluntly ignoring him. He looked irritated but that annoyed expression on his face faded as he realized he should have half expected that. I made my way up the long driveway, watching my step so that I wouldn't fall over in my brand new heels and break an ankle. Another servant walked up to me and offered me his arm to walk with, I starred at him like he was a bug. Do I look like I need a walking stick? I mocked, quite coldly. I wasn't normally that spoiled, but dealing with everything that was going on, I wasn't too happy. I can plenty handle myself. I stuck my head up a bit, and augmented the stairway. I came to face you. Not knowing what to say. It seemed everything I could say would be wrong or awkward. Hello... father . It's been a... long time. I gazed over you again. Trying to keep my eyes as focused as I could on your eyes but it was hard. My heart raced just looking at you. My hair was tied back today in a high ponytail. I had long luscious dark green hair that fell well below my ass. I had been growing it since I was a child and refused to get it cut. It was my pride and joy, a long with many other things. My breasts were large. They had developed almost instantly over the summer. No pictures could justify how plump my boobs actually were in real life. I gave you a pity smile. I didn't really have any relationship with you, so just looking at you was awkward. I didn't know what do say or what to do. You look good.
Thread: Dark Fantasies (Wolfyyy and Juicy)

Both the chauffeur and the servant gradually disappeared from sight, both of them realising that the two needs sometime alone on this day of reunion. I watched the big girl, no wait, a young lady rather emerged from the limosine. I find myself stucked in a moment of awe came into sight. She is beautiful, gorgeous and no amount of vocabulary can describe his thoughts of her. The last time he saw her was when she was a young pre-teen. And she has grown and matured into something that has the beauty and figure to make any men gaze hard - including myself, her father. I tried hard to concentrate. I know this feeling. Its lust.. or rather, something even more than that.. . - Stop, this is wrong.. - I have been living alone all these years and pretty much in seclusion. And its definately taking a toll on me. I'm extremely lonely. My previous heartbreak made me lost all faith in woman and in love. But the irony is that, I knew I needed someone. Someone I can turn to at the end of the day after a hard day's work. But the mental barrier is stopping myself from falling for any other women. But this barrier is broken, right this instance, as I watched my daughter. I simply don't know why. I tried to shake myself back to reality while the graceful figure makes her way over infront of me. My anxiety grew a little as I watched you gave my servant a good tongue lashing. As a father, I should have stopped you to correct your attitude but I didn't. Its the mixed emotion churning within myself that is preventing that from happening. As I hear you speak to me after the two outsiders dismissed themselves, I felt relieved. Your tone and expression changed, completely. I can feel that emotion of yours through the tone of your voice. It isn't the kind of tone ordinary fathers will use to converse with his daughter, it is more of like a tone used by a man and woman who is dating. I, however, was still weary of my own thoughts and opinion. - This is the beginning of a reunion. I cannot afford to screw this up. I need to control myself, my feelings, my urge.. - Hey.. Jennifer.. I paused. Thanks.. I replied softly as you complemented me. You've grown to become a really beautiful girl as well, I see.. And I went silent. We were exchanging gaze for almost a minute of silence and serenity. Do you.. wish to come in? Its getting a little cold out here. I made my way beside you, lifting one hand, gently placing it across your shoulder, guiding you into my castle mansion.
Thread: Dark Fantasies (Wolfyyy and Juicy)

Do not touch me. Were the first words out of my mouth. I stepped away from your embrace when you tried to greet me into your home. Do... not... touch me... I growled in a hushed hissed. I was gritting through my teach when I warned you to stay away. I was cold and heartless when I said that, I had little care for your embrace or your concern for my warmth. I have a jacket, can't you see? I don't need your arm to warm me. I paused, stepping into the house on my own, without your guidance. What do I look like? Blind to you? Deaf, even? I need not a dog to guide me through the door. Don't talk to me like I'm a baby, I understand English and I can tell the temperature for myself. It was clear I had many problems with anger and I had a short temper. I was so defensive for no apparent reason and I didn't seem to like you coming near me. It was like I was a germophobe, but have a phobia to compassion. I looked around at the new environment I would be living in for a long time. I did a slow 360, with a criticizing glare in my eyes as I examined the front entrance of the house. Where's your wife? My words were solid and blunt. There was not a single shred of sarcasm in my soft feminine voice. I Spoke to you with 100 seriousness. Hmm... I had half expected to walk in a see a giant ugly portrait of you and this new lover of yours over the fireplace. No cat, either? Hm... I continued to look around, Surprising. I turned to you, I guess Wikipedia really isn't all that accurate. I shrugged that in itself was sad. The fact that I had looked you up on Wikipedia. I couldn't figure out what was more pathetic, the fact that I actually searched you on the internet, or the fact that I knew so little about you that I HAD to look you up on the internet to even try to get the slightest idea of how your new life was. So I'm guessing since I have yet to be rudely interrupted by a nagging step-mother, that there is no womanly figure in your life currently? A smirk grazed my lips, but it vanished quickly. I hadn't had a real smile in months. I hadn't laughed in what seemed like years. I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy here, I wasn't happy at home. Every direction I turned to was full of grief. I looked at you and I had nothing to talk to you about, because you were a stranger to me. I looked at my house back home and I am flooded by the memories of my mother. I look at my old school and am haunted the the relationship that nearly killed me. There was nothing left for me. My brain had twisted, turned, and folded upside down. My thinking was so disturbed and distorted, that my perception and judgment was destroyed. When I looked at you, I thought of sex. I wanted you, and I couldn't pin-point any reason why. I dreamed day in and out about dirty fantasies with you. Perhaps it was because I hadn't seen you in so long, that I lack that attention needed to make me normal but right now, I wasn't normal.
Thread: Dark Fantasies (Wolfyyy and Juicy)

I was slightly taken aback by the sudden change in your tone. No doubt I was upset, but I already see this possibility coming since weeks ago when you were set to move over to my mansion. I withdrew my hand off from your shoulders as you reacted aggressively, not wanting to add salt over a wound. I followed you from a distance behind, as you made your way into the grand hall. My eyes fixed on you almost for the whole time. I wanted to get close to my daughter but she doesn't look like she is keen on re-establishing a relationship by the looks of it. - I hope this will get better in the days ahead.. - I thought. I cannot imagine going on like this forever, especially when there is this unknown feeling welling deep inside me, this feeling which happens all of a sudden the moment I saw you stepping out of the limosine, this feeling that I know is totally wrong. But I couldn't help it. The more I gaze at your young, matured figure - Those curves, the firm, huge perky set of bossom, those smooth looking slender pair of legs, the more I need you. I crave to carass your body with a burning passion. And I need it real soon. But the situation isn't looking good at all, the base relations between us is so bad it doesn't look as if there is a chance. It makes me wonder how long more I can control my urge. It is like a horrible form of mental torture. I was silent throughout as I listen to you curse and swear. I know this is perhaps the best way for you to vent your anger, by being the punchbag for the day, and so I let you rant on. No. I've been single since me and your mom got the divorced. is the first reply I managed to all the crude questions you bombarbed me with. I'm sorry.. Jenny. I know it has been hard on you all these years. But things weren't working out at all between me and your mom. I didn't want the divorce either. But if its not for it, things might be even worst off than it is now. It probably was a better option.. came my first attempt to reason with you, as I saw an opportunity to make a reply after you went silent after asking the last question.
Thread: Need creative partner for LONG-TERM PLOT. (MxF)

I must say, that's actually an interesting idea. Tell me more of this fictional world you desire to set this in?