The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)
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				Title: <strong>The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 22:22:36</strong>
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				Drew clicked SEND and then sat back in his chair, glancing across the room at her. He wanted to see her reaction to the anonymous email he had just sent her. It included a picture of her topless, grabbing her own breasts as she presents them to the camera, while other people grin from either side. The short skirt she was wearing had risen up dangerously high in the picture too. There was even a hint of the thong she was wearing. There was no mistaking it was her in the picture either, though from a year or two ago. Included with the picture was a message. It was rather simple and to the point.<br><br><strong>I know what you've done. I have more pictures like this. If you want to keep them hidden, then you must do as I say. Go to the bathroom right now and take off your panties. Put them in an envelope and leave the envelope behind the trash can in the hallway. You have 5 minutes to comply. I am watching.</strong><br><br>The hallway he was referring to was out of sight from her desk and the entire office could be watching her right now for all she knew. Drew was safe as part of the mass and knew it. The email was untraceable and its address would give no clue as to who he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:27:52</strong>
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				"<strong>Thanks, Marty,</strong>" Lisa said with a bright smile, dropping the newest folder in the bin hooked to the side of her desk.&nbsp; Her telephone rang moments later, and as she went to answer, she noted that a new email had arrived.&nbsp; Guiding her mouse to click to open it, the blond spoke into the receiver.&nbsp; "<strong>Hey, Robert, I'll have that ready for you in about twenty minutes and then the 510 reports should be on their way in an hour.</strong>"&nbsp; There was a short pause, and then she nodded as though she were talking to the caller in person; the smile in her voice heard through her speech.&nbsp; "<strong>Okay, great, no problem.&nbsp; Sure.</strong>"&nbsp; Just then, the email opened up, and as the image came into view, her smile slowly faded.&nbsp; Inside, a time the young woman had hoped would never resurface, revealed itself in the form of a photograph she had thought destroyed.&nbsp; Almost forgetting that Robert was still on the line, she was startled when he spoke again, a, "<strong>You, too...</strong>" given as an automatic response before she placed the phone back in its cradle.<br><br>Swallowing, her gaze drifted lower to read the words that accompanied the picture.&nbsp; Lisa's eyes widened just slightly, her throat suddenly tight.&nbsp; "<strong>What is this?</strong>"&nbsp; she whispered to herself, confused as to who would send her something like that, and why.&nbsp; As soon as she read where it said that they were watching, she quickly scooted her chair back and stood.&nbsp; In her distressed state, the girl frantically started searching the room for the source.&nbsp; If they were watching her, then that had to mean it was someone she worked with.&nbsp; Lisa looked to Mike, to Paul, to Mark, to Wayne, to David.&nbsp; It could be anyone, but why would they be this cruel?&nbsp; And how did they get a hold of that photograph?&nbsp; The very idea that more of them existed, terrified her.&nbsp; Lisa believed that had been the only one, and she had gotten rid of it herself.&nbsp; How could there have been a copy?&nbsp; The email also spoke of more.&nbsp; She didn't even remember that additional pictures had been taken that night.&nbsp; Had they been?&nbsp; It was all a blur and it had been the most embarrassing night of her life, her careless actions prompted by the consumption of alcohol, when she hardly ever drank.&nbsp; She didn't want anyone to ever find out about it, yet here was someone who knew, and was threatening to expose her if she didn't do as they asked.<br><br>Taking her seat once more, she reread the instruction.&nbsp; What kind of sick game was this person playing, and who were they?&nbsp; Dozens of names started coming to mind, but never the one responsible.<br><br><em>"So, how's it going?" </em> <br><br>Startled by the voice, Lisa instantly cleared the screen and spun around in her seat.&nbsp; Thankfully, Mark was just now arriving at her desk.&nbsp; "<strong>I-I...</strong>"&nbsp; Recalling her deadline, Lisa glanced over at her computer clock.&nbsp; Two and a half minutes had already passed.&nbsp; "<strong>Good.&nbsp; I--sorry, Mark...</strong>" She had to think of something fast.&nbsp; Reaching into her desk, Lisa pulled out one of the smaller manila envelopes.&nbsp; "<strong>--- I have to take this to Samantha upstairs and I'm cutting it close, so I'll talk to you later.</strong>"&nbsp; Rising from her seat, she didn't wait for Mark to respond and immediately headed out of the room, while scanning the area to see if she could pick up on any sign of who it could possibly be.&nbsp; Once Lisa was outside in the hallway, she looked around before making her way to the bathroom.&nbsp; Paranoid that someone would come in, she quickly disappeared into one of the stalls and pulled up her skirt.&nbsp; The removal of her pantyhose took up more time, and as she proceeded to take off her panties, she decided the nylons would take too long to put back on, so she would have to leave those off, as well.&nbsp; Folding the underwear, she slipped them inside the envelope and sealed it, emerging from the restroom moments later and then setting the envelope behind the trash can in the hall.<br><br>It was awkward for her when she walked back into the office, knowing that someone was watching her and would know every move she made.&nbsp; She'd obviously have to wait and hope that they would slip up somehow, so that she could know who was doing this, but in the meantime, Lisa sat down at her desk again and tried to focus on her work, which proved to be futile; her thoughts constantly returning to the email she received.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 20:04:44</strong>
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				Drew acted casually once he saw Lisa return to her desk. He noticed that the shimmer to her legs was gone - her pantyhose had been removed and not put back on. He had to hide the smirk that threatened his face. He wasn't one who showed emotions very often - he didn't want to let them give him away. He rose from his desk, moving to fill a cup of water from the water machine before nonchalantly walking out into the hallway. He tossed the cup into the trash can with out even sipping from it before reaching behind to grab the manila envelope. Just squeezing it let him know that she had complied to his demands. He quickly folds it in half before stuffing it into a pocket, slowly returning to his desk.<br><br>She had no idea it was him. He quickly types out another email and sends it to him.<br><br><strong>Good. I will keep these as a memento. I am glad we are seeing eye to eye on this matter, but I am far from done with you Lisa.<br>Your next task is the following:<br>-Go over and flirt with Mark.<br>-When you do, I went you to bend over with your legs spread apart, like you're looking at his screen. Let your skirt ride up. The more skin the better.<br>-You may return to your desk once you have completed this task.<br>I am watching.</strong><br><br>Many of the guys in the office were attracted to her, including Mark. Just as many wanted to get in her parts but no one had yet. That didn't stop the mutual flirting, of course, but Drew was never part of that. She didn't even know he existed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 00:02:10</strong>
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				Lisa had just retrieved another file when she heard the familiar, soft beep, that let her know a new email had arrived.&nbsp; She was almost too afraid to open it, fearing that it would be another message from whomever sent her the first one. But this was ridiculous, she needed to get a hold of herself.&nbsp; Emails were constantly coming into her box, sometimes one hundred or more per day, so the chance that this particular one would be from that same individual, was next to none.&nbsp; Still, the young woman couldn't help the reservations she had, and as she went to open this email, she noticed that her hand was trembling.<br><br>Her fears were confirmed the moment the words appeared on the screen.&nbsp; There was no image accompanying them this time, but seeing her own name typed out, made it all too real.&nbsp; Too personal.&nbsp; She read over the words.&nbsp; <em>Memento.&nbsp; Far from done. </em> Lisa swallowed.&nbsp; So, there would be more to come, even after this.&nbsp; How could they ask this of her?&nbsp; She would be exposing herself to her fellow coworkers, if she followed through with what they wanted her to do.&nbsp; Nervously tapping her fingernails against her desk, she briefly closed her eyes as she thought about what she should do.&nbsp; Should she comply?&nbsp; Ignore it?&nbsp; No, she couldn't ignore it, that was the whole point.&nbsp; She had no choice but to follow the instruction.&nbsp; If she didn't, everyone would learn of her terrible mistake, and then they'd all feel differently about her.&nbsp; The girl couldn't handle seeing the disgust on their faces, the judgemental stares, and the constant whispering that would surely follow her, wherever she went.&nbsp; A quick glance in Mark's direction was followed by a heavy sigh.&nbsp; Why was this happening to her?&nbsp; <br><br>Lisa looked at the screen again.&nbsp; The email obviously came from someone here, even if she didn't recognize the address, so she clicked on reply, then hesitated, before typing out a response.<br><br><strong>But everyone will see...<br>Why are you doing this to me?</strong><br><br>Two simple sentences, both prompted by misery.&nbsp; She clicked to send.&nbsp; Without knowing how long it would be, before an answer were to come, if she'd receive one at all, Lisa slowly stood and turned to walk over to Mark's desk, her worried gaze sweeping the room, passing over Drew's area without stopping, completely unaware that he was behind it, just before she reached Mark.&nbsp; Of course, he was happy to see her, grinning from ear to ear, as the pretty blond approached him, but the greeting he gave her, never reached Lisa's ears.&nbsp; The young woman allowed a smile to curve over her lips as she leaned in, then spread her legs apart and bent over, her skirt starting to ride up with the movement, but because the email had indicated it should be more than just a little bit, Lisa reached to help it along, pulling the skirt higher, the coolness of the room, brushing against her bared skin.&nbsp; She wet her lips, tilted her head and uttered a coy, "<strong>Hey, Mark, sorry about before.&nbsp; You know how it is.</strong>"&nbsp; Mark just stared at her, then cleared his throat.&nbsp; "<em>No problem, Lisa.&nbsp; In fact, I---</em>" Bending further, she leaned in closer, cutting his words short.&nbsp; "<strong>So, what'cha doing?</strong>"&nbsp; Lisa cooed out, pretending to show interest in whatever was on the screen.&nbsp; "<strong>You work so hard around here, you really should relax more often.&nbsp; Dedication like that should be richly rewarded.&nbsp; I know <em>I'm</em> always impressed with everything.</strong>"&nbsp; She pushed back a few strands of her blond hair behind her ear, laughing softly and barely listening to him as he went on to explain, though Mark seemed to be having trouble himself.&nbsp; He was more interested in looking at her than he was of talking, and stumbled over several words before he was finished.&nbsp; "<strong>That's great,</strong>" she suddenly said, feeling as though she'd spent enough time at Mark's desk, though she did give a little giggle before excusing herself.&nbsp; "<strong>I'll talk to you later, then.</strong>"&nbsp; Her smile was bright, yet inviting, and she kept it there until she faced away from him and headed back to her own desk.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't believe what this person was having her do.&nbsp; Had they not given her proof of what they had in their possession, she would think they were just feeding their perverse nature by directing her movements like she was a puppet.&nbsp; As soon as Lisa sat down, the first thing she did was look to see if a reply had come.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 21:29:42</strong>
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				Drew watched safely from a distance. He couldn't hear their conversation but Lisa was certainly playing it up. Drews eyes grow wide as she bends over, even pulling her skirt up a little herself. She certainly had a great looking ass and was that a hint of pussy he could see? It was hard to tell, but Mark was certainly enjoying the attention he was getting from her. Most guys would. As she straightened, Drew rose from his desk and headed to the bathroom.<br><br>He freshened up inside before returning to his desk. If she had noticed him she would hopefully rule him out of 'watching' since he had just returned from the bathroom. He still needed to play it safe so early in the game. He returns to his desk and sits back down, focusing intently on his screen.<br><br><strong>Wonderful. See how much fun this is going to be?<br>I want you to wear something sexy tomorrow. No panties. No bra. Remember, I have more of these pictures.<br>I am watching.</strong><br><br>He sends her the email with another picture attached, this one of her flashing her pussy at the camera man. He had countless more images and video of her from that night. He was going to make her his!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:40:55</strong>
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				Fun.&nbsp; As if any of this was or could be fun for her.&nbsp; She was repulsed by the idea of having to do everything that this person said.&nbsp; This was a man, it had to be, and here he was laying out another demand.&nbsp; Lisa had to find out who this was before it went on for too long.&nbsp; She wasn't going to sit there and let someone, some faceless sadist, torment her this way.&nbsp; Another image loaded, taking her aback.&nbsp; How could she have done such disgusting things, and not remember them?&nbsp; Seeing herself there, sickened her and she briefly turned away from the screen.&nbsp; Taking a quick look around to see if anyone was close by, she scooted closer to her desk and typed out a response.<br><br><strong>You didn't answer my question...<br>Please... Why are you doing this to me?<br>I'm doing what you ask of me<br>You can at least tell me that.</strong><br><br>Lisa sent off her reply and glanced at the time.&nbsp; She would be going home soon.&nbsp; At least then she would have some reprieve from this cruel individual.&nbsp; Tomorrow would be difficult again, but she would have to face it.&nbsp; That evening, as she left her work station and headed out into the parking lot, she constantly looked around her, for any sign at all, that the person responsible, was following her.&nbsp; Pulling her car keys from her purse, she unlocked her car door and got in.&nbsp; Minutes later, she was on her way home.&nbsp; Later that night, Lisa got very little sleep, and when she did sleep, her mind was plagued with nightmares, each new one worse than the one before it, but all of them sharing one common theme.&nbsp; Despite all she had done, the images were released, anyway.&nbsp; She would wake in a panic, then settle back down again, once she realized it wasn't real.&nbsp; <br><br>The next morning, the blond, shaky from lack of rest, selected a low cut, fuchsia colored top and short black skirt.&nbsp; Lisa had started to reach for a bra and panties before remembering that she'd been told not to wear them.&nbsp; This was infuriating.&nbsp; After her shower, she got dressed and took a look in the mirror, then left her apartment without having any breakfast.&nbsp; Arriving at work, Lisa already dreaded what she would find waiting for her in her inbox, but the moment she got there, she was pulled aside and informed of a last minute meeting, so the first couple hours of her shift were spent away from her desk, in another room, where she sat the entire time worrying about what would be demanded of her next. Hoping that they wouldn't think she was trying to avoid her "tasks," Lisa hurried back to her department as quickly as she could, taking a deep breath before walking in and heading for her desk.&nbsp; As she sat down, she cleared her throat, opened up her email program, sat back in her chair and nervously wrung her hands as she waited to see if another email from the anonymous tormentor was there.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 21:59:06</strong>
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				Drew wasn't about to stalk her out into the parking lot as she left. He hadn't immediately responded to her email either. He had time on his side, he had the upper hand. He had dirty on her. She didn't have a choice in the matter. She had done things she regretted and he knew all about them. Doing this to her was the least of what he desired. She was the object of his affection, his lust, his desires, and she didn't even know he existed. <br><br>He slept well that night, dreaming of all the things he was going to do to her. Tomorrow was going to be a whole new day - for the both of them. Waking in the morning, he freshened up and dressed like he usually did in a nice fitting work clothes. He got to work early like usual and began plotting. He saw her arrive though couldn't tell if she had obeyed his commands from the brief glance he got. He began typing a response to her email even as she got up to go to a meeting. <br><br><strong>I do not need to explain myself to you.<br>You will, of course, find out why I am doing what I am doing in due time.<br>Now, its time for me to check and see if you followed my orders.<br>At precisely 1PM you will head to Supply Closet 2B. Enter. It will be dark inside.<br>I will be there. Do not turn on the lights, say anything, or move. I will place a blindfold on you.<br>Once I leave, you are free to take it off and return to your desk.<br>Do not make me angry or certain people will be getting a very interesting email today.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 17:49:22</strong>
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				Of course there was, and with it, another set of instructions.&nbsp; In addition to that, Lisa was being made to feel like a child, by being denied given any reason for why this was happening to her with a few, quick words of the ever convenient not needing to explain remark, followed by letting her know that, eventually, she would discover the reason, after all.&nbsp; Squirming in her seat, she pulled her bottom lip inside of her mouth and bit down.&nbsp; So, he didn't even believe that she had carried out what he had told her to do.&nbsp; She thought at least part of it was pretty obvious, but she knew better than to voice her frustration.&nbsp; At least yet.<br><br>Lisa wanted to say something entirely different in response.&nbsp; She wanted to say, <em>But what if I do turn on the light, what then?&nbsp; At least then I'd know who you are, you sick bastard</em>.&nbsp; But the side that was wise enough not to antagonize him, typed this instead.<br><br><strong>I will make sure to keep checking the time, so that I won't be late.<br>I don't have any desire to make you angry, and I'm sorry in advance, if I do something wrong.<br>If that happens, I can assure you that it won't be intentional, so please understand that, and allow me a chance to fix whatever it was that I did wrong, first.</strong><br><br>She clicked 'Send' and glanced at the clock.&nbsp; 1:00 PM was nearly three hours away.&nbsp; During that time, Lisa tried to focus on her work.&nbsp; Today, she was expected to type out the invite for the company party that was to be held a month from now, and when she finished, she printed out copies for the entire staff, then stood from her desk to begin passing them out.&nbsp; One of the last desks she came to, was Drew's.&nbsp; As she had done with everyone else, Lisa smiled and said a friendly, "<strong>Hi, Drew,</strong>" as she held out the sheet of paper for him to take.&nbsp; "<strong>This is for a company party that's being held next month, and they're looking to have everyone let them know if they're coming or not, no later than two weeks from now, so if you plan to attend, please make sure to let Shelton know, okay?</strong>"&nbsp; Another smile and she simply said, "<strong>Thanks.</strong>"&nbsp; Moving on, Lisa handed the sheets to the employees at the remaining two desks and then went back to her own.&nbsp; From then on, she kept a constant watch on the time, and when it was roughly seven minutes to 1:00 PM, the blond finished up and then went to Supply Closet 2B.&nbsp; Unsure about what was going to happen, other than a blindfold was going to be placed over her eyes, she looked around her and then slowly opened the door.<br><br>The urge to turn on the light, was strong, but she forced herself to ignore it.&nbsp; Assuming that she was supposed to face the door once she stepped inside, Lisa walked in and turned, pulling the door closed.&nbsp; She had been instructed not to move or say a word, but she could hear the rapid pounding of her heart in her chest, the sound almost deafening in the otherwise silent room.&nbsp; She felt vulnerable in the dark like this, knowing that the one blackmailing her was in the closet with her, but she remained still, quiet and waited.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 00:47:00</strong>
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				Drew watched her through out the day, but in such a manner that wouldn't draw any attention to himself. Guys were constantly looking at her, especially today. Something was different about her breasts, they would think, until realizing that her perky breasts were not wearing a bra. Eyes would go wide with arousal and some of the guys would talk amongst themselves about it. Drew, of course, knew that she wasn't wearing bra OR panties, at least if she had followed his orders. <br><br>He looks up as she approaches his desk, his quiet demeanor seeming to shrink away from her bubbliness. She had no idea it was him, that was clear, as she handed him the invite and quickly made her way away from him. He was surprised to even get the invite. He never attended such parties in the past. It was just a courtesy, he knew. He offers her a faint smile and bob of his head before focusing back on his computer.<br><br>At around 12:30 Drew got up from his desk like he always did and went off for lunch. Only this time, as the office was clearing out for the lunch hour, he darts inside the store room she was to meet him in. Shelves of supplies and boxes line the way and he quickly clears a space out for them, along with grabbing a blindfold to use on her. With about 10 minutes until she was expected, he turns off the light and hides between a row of shelves, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the dark.<br><br>The indiglo on his watch signifies the time and he closes his eyes as she opens the door. He grins as she moves into the cleared space and waits. Her eyes wouldn't be adjusted yet, so he quickly moves in behind her. He makes enough noise for her to know he was there before tying the blindfold over her eyes. His heart was racing with excitement.<br><br>"Shh..." He murmurs, reminding her of his demands, as his hands come to rest on her hips. Slowly, he slides his hands up her sides then around to her front. They brush briefly over her breasts before his fingers start to unbutton her shirt, being careful not to touch her any more then required to perform the task. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:41:36</strong>
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				Inside the darkness of the room, her ears picked up the sound of movement and Lisa tensed, forcing herself to remain perfectly still and not turn, even as the blindfold was placed over her eyes.&nbsp; There was a soft, but quick intake of breath when he voiced his reminder, with her pulling back the words that automatically came to the forefront of her mind.&nbsp; As his hands went to her hips, she stiffened further.&nbsp; Lisa could now hear her own breathing in the dark enclosure and wondered if he would be able to hear it, too.&nbsp; The set up, had this been as meeting between two lovers, rather than victim and tormentor, could have been strangely erotic; the way his hands glided over her body as they made their way around, the girl biting down on her lower lip when he feathered over her breasts and his fingers unfastening her top.<br><br>This presence was unfamiliar to her, she believed.&nbsp; Had it been someone like Mark, she would probably be able to figure that out, having been "accidentally" groped by him once before, when he'd had too much to drink&nbsp; at a gathering after work one night, but this was different.&nbsp; The man was being careful, something Lisa found odd, when he was forcing her to do his perverted bidding, for his own sick amusement.&nbsp; With that thought in mind, it would have been so easy just to spin around, tear off the blindfold and confront him, so that she would know who her blackmailer was.&nbsp; But what she wouldn't know, if she did that, is where he had the evidence that he was holding over her.&nbsp; For all she knew, someone else could be guarding it, in the event that things go wrong, so the young woman did not want to take that risk.&nbsp; "<strong>I listened,</strong>" she whispered, then quickly added, "<strong>Sorry,</strong>" when she remembered that she wasn't allowed to speak.&nbsp; To ensure that she would not make that mistake again, Lisa sucked her lower lip into her mouth, intending to keep it there for the duration of this visit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:10:29</strong>
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				Drew had never done anything like this before. He was sure she could hear his heart beating and he pauses, briefly, as she speaks, his own breath catching. His hands were unnervingly steady as the unbutton her blouse, the last button finally popping free. He grabs either side of the opening and opens it up, pulling the edges towards her shoulders. Had this been in a lit room, her breasts would have been fully exposed to anyone looking. His hands let go of the fabric and then glide over the bare flesh of her stomach. Slowly, they slide up until they each encompass her breasts. He lets out a soft sigh at the feel of her perfect tits in his hands. His thumbs rub over her nipples. She had followed this part of his orders and now he had become perhaps one of only a few men in the office to have touched such amazing orbs. For good measure, he pinches her nipples between thumb and forefingers and gives them a tweak.<br><br>His arousal was so great that he was tempted to bend her over right then and there and rape her. He wanted to fill her every hole with his seed until he was too exhausted to continue. But for now, he needed to show constraint, to remain in control. Slowly, his hands drop from her breasts to her hips once more. Then they slide around to her ass, groping it blatantly before starting to pull her skirt up, inch by inch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 01:20:28</strong>
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				Lisa gave an audible sigh as the last button opened, a release of anticipation for a woman affected, without really knowing why.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the mystery of it, the encounter with a stranger you would never see again, or the fact that she had not been touched by a man in months, and had almost forgotten what contact like that was like.&nbsp; All who knew the young woman had a preconceived notion, based on her beauty and personality, but she was far from the image everyone painted in their minds.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd made a mistake, two years ago, accepting multiple cocktails, when she hardly ever drank at all, and the result of that decision, had been disastrous, which placed her in the situation she found herself now. <br><br>She shivered against the cooler air, and then again once his hands came in contact with her skin.&nbsp; As they traveled up to her breasts, Lisa swallowed and took in two shaky breaths the moment his hands arrived.&nbsp; She noted that the palms had no roughness to them, the touch, almost comforting, until he began to toy with her nipples.&nbsp; The young woman was able to ignore it as best she could, at first, but when he pinched them, she sharply gasped, then let out a soft moan, nearly losing her balance as she bent her neck back.&nbsp; That part of her body had always been sensitive, and it didn't take much to stir her arousal.&nbsp; She was almost relieved when he finally moved his hands away, straightening as they returned to her hips, only to continue on.&nbsp; Lisa almost jumped when he grabbed her ass, and as he started to pull up her skirt, she stopped him, her smaller hands coming to rest on top of his own.&nbsp; It was an automatic reaction, a protective measure to keep herself concealed, and it only lasted a few seconds, before she released him and pulled back her hands.&nbsp; Thinking she should apologize, Lisa opened her mouth, but stopped.&nbsp; She didn't want to push her luck when she didn't know if even a simple spoken apology would cost her, her life. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 22:20:48</strong>
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				He couldn't help but smile at her reaction to his touch, the way her nipples hardened and she gave out a soft little moan, her neck arching back. As much as he would love to continue to play with her breasts - they were certainly sensitive - he had other things to do and needed to show her that he was in control. He needed to show himself that he was in control. Her hands slide over his again and he softly "Tsk, tsk, tsk"s her in admonishment. She quickly retracts them and he finishes pulling her skirt up to her hips.<br><br>He was giddy with excitement as he strokes his hands down over her ass, feeling its firmness. Then, holding his breath, he slowly slides one hand down between her legs, pressing it over her bared pussy, feeling for if she shaved or trimmed. He might have left it at that, since she wasn't wearing any panties, but he couldn't. He slides his finger along her slit, slowly probing into her as his thumb presses over the hood of her clit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 20:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tried her best not to repeat the mistake, mentally willing her hands to stay as they were and not try to prevent him from continuing on a second time.&nbsp; Lisa hated being treated as though she were an object, but he had her, she would have to comply or face the humiliation of everyone knowing what she had done.&nbsp; This is what the blond kept telling herself, as the blackmailer's hands grasped her ass.&nbsp; She felt the one hand move on, then, and already anticipated the direction it was heading.&nbsp; Closing her eyes beneath the blindfold, the girl bit down on her lip again, as his hand cupped the smooth flesh of her sex.&nbsp; Lisa assumed that would be the end of the test, since he had his confirmation that she'd followed his instructions, but it wasn't.<br><br>Her breath stopped as his finger slipped inside and his thumb came to rest over the hood of her clit.&nbsp; It was something the young woman hadn't expected, and she was afraid of how her body would respond.&nbsp; Her immediate reaction, following a soft whimper, was for the upper part of her to shoot forward, seeking to leave that closet at once.&nbsp; Fortunately for her, she had enough sense to stop herself and within seconds of trying to escape him, she eased back again.&nbsp; She wanted to tell him that he was making her feel no different than the embarrassment she felt when recalling any part of the night he had evidence from, but she knew he wouldn't care.&nbsp; In her mind, Lisa believed that his goal was to torment her, to reduce her to nothing, because he must harbor some deeply rooted hatred for her.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 18:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her tense before relaxing. He knew how much she wanted to flee, to escape from his touch. He knew how humiliating it was for her to be touched in this way. But that didn't stop him. Instead, he pushes his finger against her opening, wiggling it a little bit, his thumb rubbing over the hood of her clit. The touch was brief - it lasted only a few seconds more before his hand drops away. Silently, Drew backs away from her and slides out of the door. He closes it, loudly, so she could here, before making his escape to the mens room. <br><br>His heart was racing. He quickly splashes cold water over his face, staring at himself in the mirror. She was too good, too unbelievably attractive. He had touched her - HER - in the most intimate places! What was he getting himself into? He had wanted her to bend over, he had wanted to just let her have it, but he needed to show greater restraint.<br><br>Several minutes later, he returns to his desk, still in a haze of confusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 02:36:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The intrusive contact seemed to last only a matter of moments, but it was enough to affect her, she couldn't ignore it, and Lisa felt herself getting wet.&nbsp; Humiliation washed over her.&nbsp; Then his hand moved away.&nbsp; She jumped as the door closed and then immediately yanked the blindfold off, her body spinning in the direction of the sound.&nbsp; Darkness was all that greeted her as she now stood there alone.&nbsp; It didn't take long for the young woman to break down and cry, covering her face as though there was anyone present to see.&nbsp; Her shoulders began to shake as the crying turned to sobbing, but she knew that she would need to find a way to pull herself together before returning to her desk.&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was for him, whomever it was, to see her cry.<br><br>Lisa tried the best she could to compose herself, exiting the closet approximately ten minutes later, once she felt that she was ready.&nbsp; Her eyes were still red when she returned to the department and went to sit at her desk.&nbsp; Briefly glancing at the computer screen, she was too afraid to look and see if another message had arrived, yet at the same time, the girl was severely tempted to send one of her own, and tell the bastard to go to hell.&nbsp; The only thing that stopped her from following through with that temptation, was knowing what would happen, if she did.&nbsp; Anger stirred within and then surfaced enough to make itself known to anyone in close proximity of the office girl, who spent the next hour slamming desk drawers and carelessly tossing files about, at times even all but snapping at fellow employees who approached her desk, in search of information.&nbsp; <br><br>When Lisa finally realized what she was doing and how she was behaving, she got up from her seat and walked out of the department, deciding that a longer break, away from all of them, would do her some good and put everything back into proper perspective.&nbsp; The cafeteria would be relatively quiet now, with most of the employees back from lunch, and she could have the peace and quiet she desperately needed.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 19:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew recovered at his desk and watched with amusement as she returned in a very angry mood. It was like throwing a temper-tantrum, he thought. He'd have to punish her tomorrow. He was glad that she had tidied up - fixing her dress and buttoning her blouse. It was very unusual for her to act so angry at work, he knew, and the others would have noticed. Drew caught himself and took a few relaxing breaths. He didn't want to get worked up over it all so quickly. He tries to focus on his work for several minutes, but then notes her getting up to leave.<br><br>Smiling to himself, he clicks SEND on the email he had been writing. It was on a delay so wouldn't be sent for another 7 minutes. It would be the way he got out of her 'suspicion' list - he'd make sure he was talking to her at the same time the email was sent. He quickly gets up from his chair and follows her down to the cafeteria, grabbing a few snacks and a drink there.<br><br>Slowly, he walks by, turning his head to glance at her before taking a few steps before stopping. Slowly, he turns to face her. "Lisa? Are you ok? It looked like you were pretty upset upstairs and, well, I thought I'd just see if you were ok." he says awkwardly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her entire way there, Lisa hoped she wouldn't run into anyone in the halls.&nbsp; She wasn't in any shape to give polite smiles and greetings, or in the mood to have to explain why she was so upset.&nbsp; Thankfully, once she arrived in the cafeteria, she was met with the solitude she'd hoped for.&nbsp; There was only one other employee there when she walked in, and he had his nose buried in a book at the opposite end from where she entered.&nbsp; Grabbing one of the cups to pour herself a cup of water, Lisa noticed that her hands were trembling.&nbsp; The young woman held it together long enough until she sat down at one of the tables, and then immediately the tears began again.&nbsp; Covering her mouth to silence any sound that might threaten to escape, she closed her eyes to keep the tears from falling, but didn't have much luck.<br><br>She didn't hear or see Drew approach.&nbsp; His voice startled her and she quickly wiped at her cheeks to brush the tears away, before she looked up at him, though anyone with eyes to see, would be able to tell that she had been crying.&nbsp; "I... uh..." she started, then cleared her throat, forcing a smile to appear.&nbsp; "Hi, Drew.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; I will be."&nbsp; It embarrassed her now that she realized that even someone who sat far away from her desk, had noticed her behavior, which probably meant that the blackmailer had witnessed it, too.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," the blond softly added.&nbsp; "I... I didn't realize that I... I'm just sorry."&nbsp; Seeing that he was carrying snacks and a drink, the girl quickly said, "You must think I'm terrible.&nbsp; Would you like to have a seat?"&nbsp; It was a struggle for her to keep her emotions in check, her thoughts constantly going back to the closet and to the situation she was in.&nbsp; <br><br>Lisa had always been a sensitive person, and more naive than she appeared.&nbsp; Even when she flirted with the men at the office, she did so without ever being truly aware that she was doing it, or observant of the impact it would have on many of them.&nbsp; "I've just been dealing with something lately that I don't seem to be handling very well, but I'll be fine."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 20:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was clear that she had been crying. He was certainly getting to her! He kept his face stoic though. He hesitates for a moment before taking a seat opposite from her, setting&nbsp; his snacks and drinks down. He lined them up neatly, a little of his OCD nature showing through, sheepishly looking down at the table as she talks. He should win an Oscar for his acting!<br><br>"Well, its hard not to notice a pretty girl like yourself, and the way you were slamming drawers and all, well, I wasn't the only one who noticed, I think." He admits, slowly opening the wrapper of one of his snacks. "I, uh, can imagine what you're going through to be that upset." He shrugs his shoulders, sinking deeper into his chair. "Is..is it something you'd like to talk about? I've always been labelled a good-listener." He offers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 17:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile came a little easier this time, but she looked from him to the table as soon as he spoke, feeling uncomfortable with the compliment, given the current situation.&nbsp; "Thank you, Drew, that's sweet, but I think that the only things that were being noticed, were the slamming drawers, the thrown files, and my behavior in general.&nbsp; I doubt anyone was thinking about my... looks."&nbsp; Again, the young woman thought of the blackmailer, and how unhappy he must have been to see her act that way.&nbsp; She hoped it wouldn't be enough for him to spread the images around.&nbsp; Lisa's eyes moved across the table, absently watching Drew unwrap the snack.&nbsp; It was then that she noted how perfectly he had everything lined up.<br><br>"You do that, too, huh?" she said, pointing at the snacks and drink.&nbsp; "I slip into that mode every once in a while.&nbsp; With some things, it's all the time.&nbsp; All of my towels at home have to be perfectly lined up, all the cans in the pantry have to be facing forward, I have to put things back exactly as they were before.&nbsp; Those are the big ones.&nbsp; The rest, I can get away with ignoring most of the time, even if I feel like it kills me inside to do it.&nbsp; I guess it's progress, though, that I don't always give in."&nbsp; Glancing around the cafeteria, Lisa noticed that the man with the book had left and there didn't appear to be anyone else around.&nbsp; Part of her was afraid to say anything at all, when she didn't know if the blackmailer could hear her or become angry with her for speaking about it to someone else, regardless of whether or not she was specific.&nbsp; "I just... I don't even know if I can talk about it.&nbsp; I'm being harassed by someone I don't know.&nbsp; I don't know what I've done to this person or why he's doing it, but it's happening."&nbsp; Just thinking about it, made Lisa squirm in her seat.&nbsp; "The worst part about it is, I can't do anything to stop it.&nbsp; I can't tell anyone, no one can help me.&nbsp; Please don't ask for details, Drew.&nbsp; I won't be able to give them and for all I know, maybe even the little I've told you, would anger him, and I'm scared to death of doing that."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 22:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles up at her nervously and leans a little closer as she does, knowing she didn't want to be overheard. He nods his head as she explains things to him, unsure how to respond at first. He takes a bite of his snack, chewing it slowly so as not to sound rude, until she had finished talking. "That is quite the predicament." He responds after a few moments, then pauses to take a drink. "Maybe...maybe you ignore everything he says. If you make him happy and show that it isn't bothering you anymore, perhaps he will go away and stop harassing you? He is probably doing it to get a reaction out of you, so if you pretend you like it it won't be so fun for him anymore" He suggests, looking up at her briefly before turning his eyes away.<br><br>"Maybe he likes the rise he gets out of you, maybe he likes seeing you upset. So maybe if you start enjoying yourself and not get angry, that will put him off and make him go away? You know how other kids like picking on kids who will cry - well, if those kids stopped crying they'd stop being picked on." It would certainly benefit him and what he was doing to her if she started to find enjoyment out of the things he did to her. She had moaned with pleasure when he had touched her breasts. Surely she wasn't as clean cut as she tried to make herself be?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 22:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In theory, the advice that Drew gave Lisa, sounded wonderful, and possibly even achievable.&nbsp; The reality, however, was something far different.&nbsp; She knew that she wouldn't be able to ignore this person and hoped they would go away, because instinct already told her otherwise.&nbsp; If she did that, he would immediately distribute whatever he had on her, and then her life, at least as far as Lisa was concerned, would be over.&nbsp; The young woman didn't think it would do any harm to admit that much to Drew.&nbsp; "On the surface, what you are telling me, Drew, makes sense, but I don't think that would work.&nbsp; I think that if I ignored him, he would just become angry.&nbsp; There is a reason I say that, and even though I can't tell you what that reason is, I wholeheartedly believe that it would just make things worse for me.&nbsp; I know that sounds confusing when you would think the best option would be to simply ignore, but there is more to it than that."<br><br>Taking in a deep breath, Lisa quickly glanced around the cafeteria again, and then slowly exhaled once she looked back to Drew, then leaned in even closer.&nbsp; "Please don't let this go any further.&nbsp; He's been... harassing me.&nbsp; Threatening me, actually."&nbsp; It was clearly uncomfortable for her to be talking about it, but she had no one she could turn to, to confide in, and she felt this was the safest way.&nbsp; "I don't know how to... enjoy something with threats hanging over my head."&nbsp; But with letting Drew know that there was in fact something there that she could possibly let herself enjoy, Lisa felt she had said too much, assuming that to anyone else, without further explanation, they would just be left confused.&nbsp; Slowly sinking back into her seat again, she stared down at the table top.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I shouldn't be burdening you with this, anyway.&nbsp; And I... I better get back.&nbsp; Thank you, Drew.&nbsp; For listening, for the advice... thank you."&nbsp; Pushing the chair back, Lisa stood, gave him a smile, then turned and headed back out of the cafeteria.&nbsp; When she got back to the department and sat down at her desk again, she could see that another email was waiting for her.&nbsp; Her heart stopped.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 21:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew nods his head, feigning thought as she listened. Her words were carefully chosen, not giving away too much about what was happening but also revealing that she didn't have any idea whom was fucking around with her. He shrugs his shoulders helplessly as if there was nothing else he could do. He chews over a candy bar in his mouth as silently as he can with out crunching it too loudly.<br><br>"Its ok, Lisa." He offers her a faint smile. "I'm a good listener. If you ever need to talk...about this or anything, I guess you know where to find me. Your secrets are safe with me." He offers her another small smile before she rises. "I try to help when I can." He offers meekly before she departs. He lets a few moments pass before slowly collecting his snacks and makes his way back to his desk, pointedly ignoring looking at her like normal as he moves to his desk.<br><br>The Email:<br><strong>Very good so far my dear Lisa. Some rules to keep in mind:<br>-No more Panties or Bras<br>-Sexy Outfits<br>-Clean Shave Pussy<br>-No questions, no talking, no trying to figure out my identity.<br>-No talking to anyone about this.<br><br>I'll add more as you need to be reminded. I shall let you be for the rest of the day so you can think about this: I want you to give Mark a blowjob tomorrow. I don't care where you do it but you must record it on a camera for proof. I've sent a small one to your residence. I suggest getting familiar with it tonight.</strong><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Harley Quinn</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking a deep breath and a quick glance around, to make certain that no one else was too close by, Lisa's trembling hand clicked to open her inbox.&nbsp; It started out with a recap of what she already knew, but when she got to the last point, the young woman swallowed.&nbsp; Turning her chair, she looked over at Drew.&nbsp; What if the blackmailer had seen her talking to him?&nbsp; Worse yet, what if he had heard her?&nbsp; She hadn't intended to confide in her coworker, and she had tried so very hard to be mindful of what she shared, but there it was in type --&nbsp; No talking to anyone about this.<br><br>She hadn't been specific and maybe because of that she wouldn't get in trouble for talking with Drew, but she kept expecting another email to come in while she was reading this one, informing her that she'd failed and that by tomorrow, everyone she knew would know what she had done.&nbsp; With her entire focus on that for a time, Lisa almost forgot to read the rest of the email, her eyes locked on the number count for the inbox.&nbsp; When ten minutes had gone by and nothing new chimed in, she felt comfortable enough to finally look away, and she went back to reading the current email.&nbsp; It irritated the blond the way he talked to her like she was a child, but she swallowed her pride and continued on, making sure that she would be a good little girl and follow his orders.&nbsp; Suddenly, her eyes grew wide and she gasped, pushing herself away from the desk, but still staring at the screen.&nbsp; He couldn't be serious.&nbsp; No!&nbsp; No, no, no, no, no.&nbsp; How could he ask that of her?!&nbsp; It was the last thing she would have expected.<br><br>Lisa buried her face in her hands, but thankfully she managed to keep the tears under control, so that no one would hear her cry.&nbsp; Damnit.&nbsp; She couldn't go through with it.&nbsp; Not with him.&nbsp; If she did that, Mark would never leave her alone.&nbsp; It was bad enough he was always trying to hang on her at company parties, but if she did what the blackmailer was insisting on, she knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, from that point on.&nbsp; She clicked on Reply.&nbsp; Resting her fingers on the keys, Lisa typed out:&nbsp; <br><br><strong>I can't.&nbsp; I won't.&nbsp; Not him.&nbsp; Please, not him!&nbsp; You can't do this to me!&nbsp; Isn't it enough that you already have me on a puppet string when it comes to everything else?!&nbsp; PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!&nbsp; Please, please, please pick something else!&nbsp; PLEASE.&nbsp; I'm begging you!</strong><br><br>Despite her attempts to keep it hidden, her anxiety was beginning to show in her body language, but everyone seemed too busy to notice.&nbsp; Moving the cursor so that it hovered over the Send button, Lisa hesitated.&nbsp; If she sent it, she would anger him.&nbsp; If she didn't, she'd have to go through with it without knowing if there would have been a chance that he'd take pity and choose something else.&nbsp; Perhaps if she softened her reply, it wouldn't come across as argumentative.&nbsp; Placing the cursor back in the body of the email, she added:<br><br><strong>I'm not trying to be difficult, or argue with you.&nbsp; I'm really not.&nbsp; But please have me do something else.&nbsp; If I do what you're wanting me to do, Mark will never leave me alone.&nbsp; That's why I ask.&nbsp; Please?</strong><br><br>Again, she returned the cursor to the Send button, and again she hesitated, before she finally clicked to send it off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Office (Eeyore + Harley Quinn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 01:36:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drew watched. He always watched. He had become good at deciphering a persons body language from the way the held themselves. Observing for as long as he had enabled him to do so easily. He had, of course, been watching her for a long time. He saw her back go rigid, her muscles tensing up, pushing herself away from her desk before gaining control of her reaction. He had to wait several minutes before her reply finally came to him and he smirked at her response. He knew how much Mark seemed to pester her, but who could blame him? Everyone wanted to get into her pants. And the idea of watching her do such a thing was a turn on - the pictures and video he already had of her, fucking several guys, were a huge turn on from him. But now things would get even more so.<br><br><strong>Tomorrow is Friday. I suggest you start planning on how to give Mark a Blowjob and record it. It doesn't matter if he knows or not - that you are recording it. But you will be very blunt with him - you simply want to give him a blowjob since you have a sudden craving for his cum. Allow him to feel you up too - make sure its all on camera. The more creative and sexy you are, the better for you. You have until Midnight on Friday to upload the video and send it to me. I shall be watching. </strong><br><br>He paused, thinking then how best to respond to her, to force her into the action.<br><br><strong>You will certainly be begging me on your knees tomorrow. You will be giving me a blowjob in the closet in the morning. Same rules in the closet as before, only this time once I tap you on the shoulder you will drop to your knees and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. Think of it as a warmup for Mark. Failure to comply with any of my instructions will result in several pictures of you being sent to everyone in this office.</strong><br><br>He clicked SEND then that sat back to watch her reaction. 
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