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GoldRogue
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Lorraine Connors walked towards the elevator in long spiked heels carrying her computer case. She waved at Leo, the security guard, who waved back and followed her intently with his eyes. Two dozen screaming terrorists with suicide vests could run through the doors now and he wouldn't notice she thought smugly to herself. She liked men looking at her, even over weight losers like Leo. She worked it as she walked, throwing her hips back and forth, pushing out her tits, her head held high, doing the model walk. She wore a dress today, tight of course, a nice little outfit, beige to match her hair and eyes, sleeveless but close around the throat, and barely down over her generous hips. Her legs were beautifully tanned adding another shade of brown. When she was almost to the elevator she glanced back over at him and flashed a brilliant smile with perfect white teeth. He took a file off the desk and made to fan himself as if he had to cool off and grinned back.
It was about nine-thirty. She always came in late unless she had management meetings. It wasn't that she couldn't get up in the mornings or didn't like her job, in fact she loved it, she just wanted to show the serfs that she didn't have to keep hours like they did. Occasionally she would come in before they all arrived so she could see if anyone was late. Now and again she had been able to dock someone an hours pay, which was a delicious way to start the day.
She did have a morning routine. She did her wifely duty and fucked her husband if he had morning wood. Not that she wanted to, in fact it was distasteful and she never climaxed herself, ever, but she wanted to ensure he never went elsewhere. It was getting more and more difficult the fatter he got and since she wasn't all that keen to have him on top of her anymore she usually mounted him, front or back, and with the help of lubricant fucked him like that. She gave him a lot of handjobs, with nice scented oils, as every time she could service him without him actually being inside her was good. She never gave him a blow job, that wasn't happening, but occasionally he enjoyed eating her pussy, she could close her eyes and enjoy that, she would even climax.
She helped him get ready for the office, picked out his suits, and then they went downstairs. They had a woman serf on hand to cook and clean as well as a male driver / thug. The woman serf, whatever her name was, had breakfast ready. Lorraine always put extra salt on her husband's food every morning to try and hurry him to the grave. She just had fruit or if she was really hungry a croissant with it. She saw him to the door and kissed him good bye before saying her customary "good riddance" when the door shut.
She worked out in their gym then, religiously, every morning. She loved her body. Sometimes she'd spend extra time examining herself in the mirrors. Then she'd take a bath or a shower. The maid would be waiting for her when she got out. She loved having her serf on hand when she dressed; it was like being a high lady in a castle. She'd have her cloths laid out for her. Once a week she would give the woman a crisp one hundred dollar bill. A towel would be laid on the bed and she would lie down naked to have her pussy trimmed and the sides freshly shaved. She resisted the urge to give the woman a hard time in case she ever needed her to spy on her husband.
When she was ready for work she'd go to the four bay garage and decide between the Jag, BMW SUV, or Mercedes.
When she got to her unit she heard voices from her assistant Lauren's office so she went in.
"Oh Ms. Connors!" said the pretty young girl, a bit surprised, "This is Dave. He's new here, just started in the mail room."
"Oh." She ignored the young man who had put his hand out nervously, "What happened to Bill?"
"Ahhhh Bob? He's still there. I think they just needed some more help."
She turned her gaze on the young man, twenty if that, tall, sandy hair, somewhat handsome but very slender. "Well you certainly look spryer than Bill."
"Ahhh thanks I guess," he laughed nervously.
"You can drop off any letters addressed directly to me to my office from now on."
"Ahhh ok."
"She's just across the hall," Lauren put in helpfully.
Lorraine went out and unlocked her door with her swipe key.
"Ahhh here you go," Dave said.
She looked at him standing there holding out an envelope. "I didn't say give it to me in the fucking hallway did I?" she asked and looked over at Lauren with an expression of dismay as she shook her head. Lauren blushed and sat down behind her desk. Dave shifted uncomfortably and blushed as well. "Come on". They went into her office and she sat down and started to take out her laptop. "That's my in-basket."
"Ok," he laid the envelope on the top.
"So are you anyone's relative?"
