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Myra was as cheerful as usual when she arrived at the offices of Hartley's Discount Stores. There she did the part time office cleaning job that was making it possible for her pay her way through college. The offices were closed now and she would be on her own, but she was used to that, especially because it allowed her to do her job in her own way without anyone leaning over her shoulder, and that's the way she liked it.

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Mistress Sarah's guiding hand brought Dana through the bustling corridors of the club underground. Tonight it was seething with activity as the employees prepared for tonight's big show. Dana watched, amazed, at the energy and the dedication of Mistress Sarah's slaves and subsidiary dommes. It was like a leather and latex anthill, whose slim little queen was even now pulling her along towards the main chamber where tonight's show would be.

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I wanted to grab a fucking bottle of vodka and chuck it. Or throw it. Or burn it. Extraordinary stress, huh? Yeah that is what I am feeling. Damn pissed off at Daniel. We had an argument last night about where we are headed and in the midst of it, he said we should part ways for a while.

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The dean stared at her over the desk. "This is a serious story you are telling me, young lady," he said. "Are you positive on every detail?" Jessica nodded, and tugged on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, focusing on the loose thread on it rather than the dean. "Well, then," he sighed. Leaning over to the intercom on his desk, he flipped the switch the demanded, "Get me Bell and Ellic, now."

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He woke up about 7:30 a.m. and, at first, thought it was a normal morning. He felt a little chilly and reached for the blanket when he realized he wasn't covered, but didn't find it and opened his eyes to find the bed was stripped of blankets. All he could see was a sheet of paper on the edge of the bed, so he put on his glasses and picked up a note from his wife.

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By the time our second meeting ended, I had decided two things. First, my Master was very, very good at what he did to me. And second, there was no way I could wait until Christmas for our next visit. Almost a month had passed since our second "date." I had been teased, pleased, fucked, and damn well tortured during our short time together.

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I was in the kitchen cleaning up when you got home from work. I heard you come through the front door, and I tried hard to stay focused on the task at hand and pretend as though I hadn't been waiting for you to come home all day. It was a blatant lie, of course, and my clothing fairly well advertised the fact. After all, who cleans kitchens in flirty, ruffly, short skirts and heels?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a stand-alone story but the characters are the same I used in my story 'Get A Room'. It's not a sequel but more another episode of the same show. Let me know what you think about it. - Rose * "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" The deep, booming voice sounded angry.

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About five years ago my ex-wife divorced me as she preferred her girlfriend to me in her life and in her bed. I peacefully moved out of my Northern Minnesota home leaving her and my two stepdaughters, Lynn and Jody. I moved to Southern California and now have a beautiful home in the hills near Laguna Beach where I have developed a clothes free lifestyle around my secluded property and on vacations.

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The hotel bar seemed to sum up how Laura felt. She was trying to control her anger and not look at her uncomfortable partner, Roger, who stared at the rustic wooden table in front of him and fussed with his nails. She looked around the dimly illuminated room and was only vaguely aware of the folk muzak selection being played through incongruous speakers spaced around the walls. The faux Olde Englishe beamed tavern effect was completed by roughly plastered walls, prints of hunting scenes and neatly arranged horse brasses on leather straps. All purely for decoration.

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