Stress Relief (Najdan & Spunky)
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				Title: <strong>Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 01:37:53</strong>
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				<em>Elizabeth Hamilton, Valedictorian three times over - in high school, in college and in law school. Elizabeth Hamilton, junior partner with one of the nation's top law firms, a pit bull in the courtroom, a terror in the office. Elizabeth Hamilton, dark horse candidate for the Attorney General's office. </em><br><br>Liz laughed as she read the transcript of the local political news program. The way the host had introduced her was ludicrous. She was no more in line for the Attorney General's office than was Daffy Duck or Bugs Bunny. She sat watching the cartoon on her laptop, the endless banter between them and Elmer Fudd...duck season, rabbit season...back and forth. It always made her laugh and afforded her a degree of stress relief at the end of her long day when she was sitting in her office alone with the take out food icy cold and her assistant long gone. <br><br>She tossed the transcript onto her desk as the cartoon ended and then started the sequence of shutting down her laptop and securing her office for the night. It was pitch black with only a crescent moon that night, but the lights of the city shone brightly, even at this late hour. The drive and energy of the city fueled her fire, gave her strength, and she used every ounce of it to her advantage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 01:51:48</strong>
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				Nicholas had just moved to the city, and already he hated it. The smell, the noise, he almost wished that he never came. But he was going to follow his dream, and his parents, even if they loved him, where started to hinder him. He looked around his apartment. He had been cleaning and unpacking for the whole day, and already it was night. His little apartment, that he was paying out of his nose for even for the city standards, had smelled really badly, and had a huge stain right in the middle of the floor. He did not know what it was, but it took him an hour alone to get that up. He now looked around the room, and saw how his hard work had paid off. His computer was set up in the corner, his bed by with window, bookshelf next to his bed. He was really happy with his home now. He walked over to the kitchen, only to remember that he was going to go out and get groceries after he was down, but now it was too late. He thought that he would go out and get something to eat and a diner, because he had his job interview tomorrow, and had to be well rested and have enough time to get everything ready for it. He had heard stories of the lady that was going to be is boss if he got the job. People called her the pit bull of the courtroom, and he was even harder on her underlings. But he did not mind, he was going to do his best to get this job, because he needed the money, and its work times would be great for him.
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				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 02:09:31</strong>
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				Early morning news with the stock market ticker scrolling across the bottom of the screen while she jogged on the treadmill in the exercise room of her penthouse apartment - the start of a typical work day for Liz, the regimentation of which she thrived on. She heard her name and looked up from the file she had set out on the reading stand, some Nicholas something who was being interviewed that morning. <br><br>"Morons," she said, speaking to the TV. Now, they were talking about how as Attorney General, she would be in line for the next Supreme Court vacancy! The media were such pawns, gullible and eager for any story to boost ratings. Speculation over a young, good-looking female for any reason seemed to suit their agenda, especially one with a set of 36DDs, as she had. <br><br>Her name had been leaked to the press the week before by a Senator to whom she owed a favor. With her name and tall, slender figure being bounced around, he was able to promote his choice for the position without the media attention. She was actually quite enjoying the payback this time. So often, returning a favor was something to be dreaded, and she far preferred to be the one calling in the marker, as she usually was.<br><br>She finished her jog and scanned the file for this Nicholas, noting his picture, handsome, likely a geek. His resume seemed in order for entry level work. She'd see how he handled the interview, but her gut told her he was worth a try, something about the way his eyes lit up in the picture causing him to look like a model for a clothing catalog, rather than a horrid mug shot type of photo. She stepped off the treadmill and sent a message to her assistant via her BlackBerry to have the interview set up in the conference room where she could watch the office manager grill this Nicholas from the comfort of the adjoining room through the two-way mirror. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 02:42:38</strong>
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				Nicholas got up, and looked at his clock. It was 6:30am but it seemed kind of bright for being that early. He looked at his watch and saw that it was really 8:30, he only had 30 minents to get up, dresses and to his interview on time. "Oh shit, I forgot to set the time to this time zone!" He got up and showered fast, scrubbing, fast, and saving at the same time. When he was done, he just used mouth wash, and got dressed. He was smart and laid out his clothes for today last night, and had they pressed and clean. He dressed fast and grabbed his briefcase and ran out the door. He got down to the street, and looked at his watch, it was now 8:50. "This is going great, only ten left before I am late." He thought that he could get to the office faster if he just ran there. So he ran into the street, it was only a few blocks down. As he was running across the street, he thought of frogger and laughed. <br><br>He made it to the office, and walked in. He looked over to the lady at the desk. "Hello, my name is Nicholas, and i am here for my interview." The lady at the desk smiled at him and looked at a book. "Your right on time. Please go up the elevator to the 26th floor and go left and you will see the conference room that you will be having your interview." He smiled at her. "Thanks." <br><br>He walked into the conference room only to find he was the only one there. He walked over to the room and saw that he had forgotten to comb his hair. "Oh shit you have to be kidding me." He quickly started to pat down his hair, to only get a kind of ruffled look to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 04:11:29</strong>
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				Liz sat in the observation room adjacent to the conference room sipping her coffee and reviewing a deposition with her assistant at her side. As Nicholas arrived for his interview, Liz casually checked the time with a glance at her Armani watch that complemented her tailored Italian wool suit and Paolo eel skin heels. "He's on time." She looked him over, noting his fussing with his hair. It was unruly. "Schedule an appointment for him with my hair stylist for this afternoon and be sure he keeps it," she told her assistant, receiving a 'Yes, Ms. Hamilton.' in response. <br><br>She emptied her cup of coffee, drinking the last of it while watching him wait. His posture was fine, the pressure seemingly not making him crack. He was strong, young and pleasing to the eye, a nice build, yet not overdone with the muscle man look. "Set him up in the cubicle next to the file room. Have him trained to assist with the mail room," she instructed her assistant with her typical professional tone then she rose to her feet, marking her place in the deposition she then carried to the conference room.<br><br>"Mr. Oliveira," Liz addressed him as she entered the conference room. "I am Ms. Hamilton," she said as her way of a curt and formal introduction. At 5'8" plus her 2" heels, she was getting close to his height, perhaps only three inches shorter. It was a pleasant change for her given she was taller than the rest of her staff.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 04:22:17</strong>
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				He turned around to she this stunning lady walk in. She was taller them most women, and she wore heels, that gave her a little more height. He almost gave her the up and down, but stopped as he heard her speak her name. He looked her right in the eyes, and did not back down. "Nice to meet you Ms. Hamilton. I was not expecting you to be doing the interview." He gave her a smile and walked over to her and extended his hand, to give her a business shake. He was not sure if this was the right thing to do, but he gave it a shot anyways. "I am very sorry for my appearance, I will have you know that something like this will never happen again if you give me the job." He kind of looked up at his hair and then back to her eyes. <em>Oh man, I am going to mess thing one up. I was thinking I was going to be interviewed by one of her underlings and I was going to ask if she really was like what people said about her. But now I have to find out for myself.</em> He set down is briefcase and then pulled out all of his papers and started to lay them out. But he did not sit down, because it would be rude to sit before the lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 04:57:30</strong>
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				Liz shook his hand, sharing a firm handshake with him, holding his hand a bit longer than necessary to see if he would back down first, which he did not. As he apologized for his appearance, she kept her eyes on him with her best poker face, as she used during depositions to intimidate those being questioned. She was about to speak when he opened his briefcase and started to pull out papers. Checking the time, she decided to indulge her curiosity and to draw out the suspense for him a bit longer. <br><br>"What are those?" she asked, looking down at the papers on the table while not moving away from her position just inside the door.
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				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 05:06:54</strong>
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				He was starting to get a little bit nerves with her just standing at the door, like she was going to tell him that he did not make the cut, and that he needed to leave. But he held strong, and put on a strong face. "These are my resume, along with a few extra letters from past employers stating my work ethic. Those letters came after i was asked to send in a resume for this possession, so I thought that I could not just had you these letters, I had to hand them along with a new resume." He looked over to her, this time getting a good look at her form. She was attractive, and he was sure she was the talk of the work place. He did not smile at her, because that would show some weakness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 05:19:42</strong>
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				Liz rolled her tongue in her mouth, enjoying the tension coming from the younger man before her. She walked over to the table and remained standing while she glanced over the additional letters of recommendation he had brought for her to see. He was connected on his own level of society, enough so that he could get favors from people, thus the letters from previous employers who would not have bothered to give of their time unless he had made an impression on them. The content of the letters was irrelevant. There existence spoke volumes. She held out her empty cup to him, her eyes still on the table. <br><br>"I take my coffee black. Refill this for me. Make sure you heat the cup in the microwave on high for precisely thirty seconds prior to filling the cup. Do not put the coffee in first. Bring it to my office." 
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				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 05:49:32</strong>
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				He watched as she walked over and looked over his letters, he noticed that she did not take the time to read them, just kind of skimmed through them and then flipped to the next. When she held out her cup, he was a little stunned, but then took it when she started to give him the orders. He made a quick mental note of how she liked her coffee, but she had left out sugars or creams, but he did not question her orders, just nodded to her, and closed her briefcase and walked out with her cup. It took him a moment to find the break room, where the coffee was. He made sure to put wash out the cup, and then dry it, and put it into the microwave for 3 seconds, then purred her coffee. He did not fill it to the top, but left it about a half inch from there. Then he made his way back to where he had left her.
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				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 14:46:34</strong>
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				Liz's assistant saw Nicholas heading the wrong way with her boss's cup and summoned him over to her. As he arrived, she smiled and pointed at the door behind her. "I'm Allison, congratulations or condolences, depending on how you feel at the end of the day. Ms. Hamilton has a 2:00 appointment for you with her hair stylist to tame your hair. I'll give you the details on the way to your cubicle." She rose to her feet. "Just set the cup on the coaster on her desk and come back."
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				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:08:33</strong>
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				He smiled at her. "Thanks Allison. I did not know if she was going to be in there or not. So I just went back to the place that I left her." He then stopped and looked up at his hair. "Is it really that bad? I mean I know that it looks a little messy right now, but that is only because I had like 20 minets to get ready today and then get over here. But normally its really good. But I guess I cant say anything, I got the job and I think I would give up my hair for it." He smiled at her again and then walked over to the door, opened it just like it was a normal door and walked in.
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				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:15:07</strong>
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				Liz sat in her high-back, black leather seat behind her mahogany desk and continued to read, noting from his shoes and the smell of the coffee who was walking in. She had a meeting coming up in less than thirty minutes and wanted to finish reading the deposition in her hand prior to that. She picked up the mug and sipped then set it to rest on the arm of her chair, while continuing to read, giving him no other form of acknowledgment.
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				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:23:00</strong>
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				He watched her taking a sip of it before he started out the door. He wanted to make sure that it was to her liking, because now he knew how she liked her coffee, and unless told so, he would make it the same way. He walked out, and closed the door slowly and not making a sound. He then turned to Allison. "Alright, now where is my cubicle and the details to this hair stylist please." He smiled at her and wondered if he was going to come out looking like a poodle or something along those line. He really did not want that, but the job was needed, and it would even help him along with his dream, so he would do it.
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				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:38:39</strong>
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				Allison noticed the tiny catch in his voice and smiled while leading him to his cubicle, a few steps from the file room and around the corner from the mail room. "The appointment is just to tame your hair, not cut it...much." She handed him a paper with the name and address for the stylist then walked away, leaving him to become familiar with his desk.<br><br>It was rather barren with a phone, laptop and lamp and nothing more on it, an L-shape with three drawers on each end. A small laminated card beside the phone gave instructions for placing outside calls, both local and long distance, and internal calls with Allison's and Liz's extensions prominently listed at the top. 
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				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 17:43:18</strong>
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				He walked to his chair, and saw that it has been used many times before, but he did not mind. He sat down and then looked around his new work place. He did not mind that it was a little bare right now, but tomorrow he would show up early and make it a little more him. He started up the laptop and started down the list of numbers and instructions, he made sure to remember everything about using the phone, even the numbers. He was not going to be slow on his job, now since his desk was clear, no papers for him to do anything with, he just sat there, and thought about Elizabeth's body.
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				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 18:16:06</strong>
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				Liz strutted by Nicholas's cubicle, her skirt swaying just above her knees. "I'm in a meeting." She placed a paper on his desk. "Have those files on my credenza by the time I get back." She then walked off, not waiting for a response.<br><br>The list filled the entire page, single spaced, and she gave him no clue of how long he had to get them.
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				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 18:36:17</strong>
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				He gave her a smile, and then looked down at the page. He started to look for the files. Who ever was in charge of the filing system before had not system at all. There was no order to it. It took him 10 minets to find one of the files on the list. He did not know where all the rest where, and he was starting to think that the was not going to be able to make it on time. <em>How the fuck am I going to be able to get all of these files to her desk without seeing this system, or lack of a system really. There is not order to this. Its like someone just threw them in here, and shut the drawer.</em> He was starting to get pissed. And it was showing. A few people walked by and he just looked at them like they where the ones that did this. But he was thinking they where Elizabeth. He was not going to give up, he found the second file now. Only 29 more files to go.
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				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 18:54:50</strong>
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				Liz sat in her meeting, waiting patiently through the pontificating bullshit from the opposing counsel. Their clients weren't there, only attorneys, she being second seat on this case, which meant she was to listen and note items to tell her senior fellow later, any insight into the opposing counsel - a weakness, a flaw in his case research, anything that could be exploited to their advantage.<br><br>She watched the older men as they began to verbally spar, their voices dripping with condescension, as both felt he was the alpha male in the room. Her counterpart sitting across from her was another man, clearly submissive, but good at his job, apparently, otherwise he wouldn't be assigned to work with a senior partner. He was handsome enough, but not nearly as pleasing to look at as was Nicholas. Once his hair learned how to stay down in place, he would be a very nice bit of eye candy for her.<br><br>The discussion neared an end then went off on a tangent, insuring they would be there for at least another fifteen minutes. Liz wondered how Nicholas was doing with the files she had chosen at random. The last person had made such a mess of them that the assistants were all murmuring in the lunch room about wanting a temp to straighten them out. Liz, however, did not believe in temps, not with the confidential nature of their work. She had placed the ad and now filled the job for a file clerk/researcher. How well Nicholas met the needs of the position was up to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 19:10:33</strong>
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				He was just about going mad now. He knew that sometime very soon she was going to come back, and he only had about half of the files for her. Then a stroke up luck, he found 4 of them all right next to each other. Now he only needed a few more to go, and then he was going to be done with it. He got up and took the files that he hand found to her desk, and then went back to looking into the pit of hell, for the last ones. He really did not want to mess up like this on his first day. But it really was not his fault, all these files where just messed up, and it was killing him. He knew that even if he told her why he did not have all of them on her desk, she would be likely to fire him right on the spot. He took her as a "take responsibility for everything that goes wrong around you" type of girl. And a thought passed through his mind, if she is as up tight as they say, she might not have had a good toss in the bed for a while. And his brain again drifted off to her body, it was slim, and she had the hips and the breasts to make any guy do what she wanted.<br><br>He shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts, right now finding the last files was what he should be thinking about. He heard a few people laughing as they walked by, and that only made him more angry. He found one, then the other, and finally the last one. He got up, still pissed, and it was showing in his face. <em>This must be a trick they pull on the new guy, and see if he lives past it. I bet they always go into that room and mess things up so it would be nearly imposable to find anything, but I beat them at there own game now.</em> He walked to her desk, and set down the last files. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 19:28:50</strong>
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				Liz returned to her office after cordially declining an invitation for an early lunch with opposing counsel. She didn't believe in socializing with lawyers outside of structured seminars and the like. They would try to pump information out of her, either consciously or subconsciously, either by chatting her up or literally pounding her in bed. She'd seen too many careers ruined because of martinis. It garnered her the reputation of an ice queen, though the truth was far different.<br><br>On her way back, she purposely strutted past the file room. Not seeing Nicholas inside, she mentally smiled then she went to her office where she began checking her emails and responding to the phone messages her assistant had taken while she'd been away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 19:46:33</strong>
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				Nicholas was back at his desk, he was thinking of going over to the file room and fixing that mess. But he sat at his desk now, and he though that if he started now, he would not be done before his hair cut time, so that would have to wait. Right now he was sitting in his desk, and he was signing into his computer. He found his username and password on a paper with his name on it in his desk. He started up his mailing account with the program that the office used. He was sure that he had to use his name, but he used his nick name that he had from childhood. He was Neo, and he started to look at the paper that was on his desk, showing other peoples addresses. He found Elizabeth's, and he thought that he might get back at her for making his life a little bit of hell. He made sure that he could make another email address too, just so he was not found out. He sent her a nice little email.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Hello there.<br>I just wanted to let you know that i have been watching you, and found you to be rather sexy, and i think this whole hard ass act you got going on is rather attractive. How about you unbutton your shirt a bit, and let me see those wonderful girls you got all locked out. And i will be watching you.</em></div><br>He smiled at the email, and pressed send, then made his second account, and sent an email to Allison letting him know that he got his email up and running. And asked her if she knew anything that he needed to know to be able to work in here and keep his job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 20:01:13</strong>
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				Liz finished with her phone calls, weeding her email at the same time, dropping the irrelevant memos into their proper folders for later perusal. She saw one come in with no subject and checked the sender's email address. It was from an internal source she didn't recognize, a 'Neo', obviously someone who didn't have proper email etiquette given the lack of a subject line. she opened it in curiosity and fumed as she read it.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em><br>Hello there.<br>I just wanted to let you know that i have been watching you, and found you to be rather sexy, and i think this whole hard ass act you got going on is rather attractive. How about you unbutton your shirt a bit, and let me see those wonderful girls you got all locked out. And i will be watching you.</em></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Allison," she called over the intercom to her assistant's desk. "I am forwarding an email to you. Find out who sent it from IT. Have them track it down and let me know." She then forwarded the email to Allison, knowing she could trust her to get the name of the sender. If it was one of the senior partners, she was going to slap a sexual harassment suit on his head faster than he could spit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 20:08:06</strong>
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				He did not think that he would get an email back from Allison, so he got up and looked around. He walked the whole floor, making sure to have a map of it in his head, he did not know if he was going to need to know anything about the floor, but he did not want to be out in the dark if he did need to hand out mail or files or something. When he returned to his desk, there was a stack of papers that needed to be filed and some sent out to people. He was luck that he did walk around, because some of the names stuck out. He picked up all the files and papers that needed to go to people, and started to walk around, dropping them in there in boxes. Soon he was done with that, and returned to his desk, only to find more papers. "Really now, how can I keep up with this, by the looks of it I will need to say after work ever day just to be up to date on each day." He did not like the idea of that. Already there was enough work on his desk to last him the rest of the day, and it was not even lunch time yet. And he had to go get his hair cut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 21:30:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz glared at Allison as the older woman brought her lunch into her. If she weren't such a scarily efficient assistant, Liz wouldn't put up with her habit of playing mother hen to her. "How is the new one working out?" she asked while putting dressing on her Asian chicken salad.<br><br>"Fine. He cussed out the files," Allison said, not the least bit intimidated by her boss. She had to be hard to avoid being eaten alive in this firm and Allison could respect that. As a legal secretary for over fifteen years, she was more than accustomed to the shows the attorneys put on both inside the court room and without.<br><br>"Did he fix them yet?" Liz asked curiously while reviewing some memos between bites of food.<br><br>"I doubt it. That's not a one day project." Allison took another bite of her food, knowing it was at times like this that she could speak frankly with her. "Should I order Chinese for you again this evening?"<br><br>"Yes, the usual, delivery at 7:30," she replied then she fell silent while continuing her reading, barely noticing when Allison had finished her lunch and left the room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 21:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas thought it would be best to skip lunch today, since he already and a growing pile of work on his desk. He checked both emails as he sat down really quick. He found he got no reply from the 2 messages that he send out. So since he was in a rather pissy mood, he thought it would be nice to mess with his boss again. He pull up a blank email, and starts writing again. He did not even think that someone would be able to track it on this network. He clearly put on the subject like. "Why not?"<br><br><div align="center"><em>I see that you have not done that I asked of you? Are you a little shy of your bursting breasts? I think you should be able to show off at least a little cleavage. You would make me rather happy in doing so, and when I happy, I will make you happy.</em></div><br>He smiled at his work, it was poor flirting, but who would pull out there best stuff on a prank email. He smiled now starting to get back to the pile of work. He walked around the office, clearly a little happier then before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz finished with her memos then sat in a long, tedious conference call with a client who wanted all her attorneys on the call as an intimidation tactic. It was to discuss the details of a corporate merger, which Liz was quite familiar with, having assisted the company with a prior acquisition. She reviewed her list of questions, checking off the ones that were asked by others, and then on her turn asked the balance of them, which naturally led to more questions from her. By the time the call ended, some two hours later, she had a backlog of emails and phone messages to deal with. <br><br>Choosing to weed through her emails first, she noticed another from 'Neo', this time with an obnoxious subject line: 'Why Not?'<br><br><div align="center"><em>I see that you have not done that I asked of you? Are you a little shy of your bursting breasts? I think you should be able to show off at least a little cleavage. You would make me rather happy in doing so, and when I happy, I will make you happy.</em></div><br>She read it without a word then placed a call to IT, bypassing Allison, and had them tell her the computer that this 'Neo' was using. When she heard their answer, she fumed all the more. There would be no lawsuit with him. "Delete that email user and send copies of all emails sent using that computer to me. And give me a daily phone log for his phone." She hung up the phone after being assured the matter would be tended to immediately then she stared at her office door for a good long moment while breathing deeply to calm down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:22:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Everyone was starting to come back in from there lunch break, and he had made a huge dent in his pile on his desk. People where still talking to one another, since there break was not over yet, so he thought he would just sit there and look over the last of his pile. He shorted it out, and saw that he could be done with it all in about 30 minuets. "Well, I guess that all that work was really nothing. If I get nothing else done, I guess I can get started on the filing. But man that is going to be one hell of a job." He sat there, and thought that he would use his time again to see if she replied to his email. He he tried to log onto the email, her got this message.<br><br><strong>Username is invalid. Please make sure that you had the proper capitalization in the username.</strong><br><br>He looked at the screen, and tried it a few times until it hit him. He and found out who it was, and now he was for sure that he was going to loose his job. "You just had to go and mess up this job, this was a good job and you could not help but sending your boss those kind of emails."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 22:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz spent hours on the phone and with her face buried in papers she had to review, a typical afternoon that would easily go into the evening, for the reading portion that was. She made her last call just before 4:00 then called Allison into the office, instructing her to bring in the file she expected to receive from IT. <br><br>"Yes, Ms. Hamilton," Allison replied then she took the file into her boss's office, leaving it on her desk before returning to her own computer. Now that phone calls were set to roll automatically to voice mail, as was the norm for Ms. Hamilton, Allison checked her emails from the day. None had been marked urgent, so she'd put them off. She saw the one from Nicholas and smiled, not having read the IT file. She hit reply with a blind copy to Ms. Hamilton and sent off a quick response:<br><br><em>Things to know:<br>1. Don't bullshit her. She smells it miles away.<br>2. Don't question her. She does what she does and has a damn good reason for doing so.<br>3. Fix the filing system as soon as you can.</em><br><br>Done with that, Allison responded to another email then she shut down for the day, bid farewell to her boss over the intercom and darted out into the rush hour, hoping to catch the early commuter train.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had left for his hair cut, and came back, he liked it. It was much lighter and easyer to manage. He got back to his desk only to find a pile of files and paper work, only this pile was double the size of the last one. He sat down in his chair and thought that if he worked hard on it, he could have it done sometime by nine.<br><br>After hours of working, he noticed that everyone was leaving, and as they where, they dropped off more files for him to work on. "Thanks guys, see you later -ass holes-" he made sure no one could hear that last bit. He piked up a file, and saw that it was to go into Ms. Hamilton's office. He did not want to do it, but he thought that he would face the music anyways. At least there was no one left in the office to hear him get fired. He slowly walked to her door, and opened it. He walked in and over to her desk. "I have this file for you. It says I am to give it to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 23:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz saw him walking in, instantly focusing on his hair, now shorter and shaped to his head rather than running wild as it pleased. "Close the door and sit down, Neo," she said, making it clear to him that she knew what he had done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:04:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Shit, it is already way too late for me. She knows, I can hear it now. You're fired and I will make sure to never let you work in this city again.</em> He did as he was told, shut the door and then sat down, with the file still in his hands. He did not say anything about it, but he was still looking at her. He had done wrong, and he was not the kind of person to back down from his own wrong doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz studied him, admiring that he was not sniveling or pleading with her, offering some lame excuse for his actions. She opened the file from IT and slid it across the desk to him. "Tell me why I should not fire you and have security deposit you on the sidewalk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked down at the paper that she put in front of him. He did not need to know what it said, but he read it anyways. After he was done he looked up at her. "Well, because I will do what ever you want with out fail. And because I think that you should not fire a man because he admires one body." He knew that he was pushing buttons but he did not care, as far as he knew he was already fired. So he might as well go out with a swing, no?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:29:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Admiring his tenacity, she rolled her tongue in her mouth and contemplated his offer. She had a fine line to tread. She couldn't initiate anything that would make her the target of harassment charges, however there was something he could do for her. She swiveled slightly in her chair and looked him straight in the eye.<br><br>"The new hairstyle becomes you," she said simply, waiting to see how he would reply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:34:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was stunned by the words she spoke, he was expecting her to shoot back a comment about a guy looking at at women that she did not want looking at her. But she just said something about his hair. "Well, thanks. I rather like it too. But don't try and butter me up or anything, if you are going to fire me, then fire me already and be done with it. I will not take back the words in those emails." He said, and when he was done, his brain finally thought about what he said. <em>Well if i was not fired now, i sure am now.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I were going to fire you, it would have been hours ago when I learned it was you who sent those emails," she said as a matter of fact. "Do you want to lose this job? Quit. Walk out now and don't come back. Don't make me do your dirty work so you can blame me for your failure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was stunned again. "Then what did you bring me in here, and show me these? Do you just want to hang those over my head? Well if that is your plan, then i will tell you this now, I will not allow you to do that, not at all. And I will say it even allowed. You sound show off your body more. You do have a very nice one, a few buttons off would make you look much more attractive. Just because you are a powerful woman does not mean you are not a woman at all." He stood up now, looking at her. "And i will not quite, i have never quit anything i have started before. I will not start here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz remained seated, not taking his bait by standing, keeping her emotions in check. "I am not at the office to look attractive, Nicholas, for you or for anyone else. I am here to work and dressing conservatively is a part of the package." She considered him for a long moment and chose the phrasing of her next words very, very carefully. "If a man wishes to see my cleavage, he must see it when I am away from the office. Learn to live with disappointment. Good night," she said, effectively dismissing him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her, and turned around to leave, but then before he was to the door he turned back around. "Just asking why you would say that if you spend 90% of your time here in the office. I have asked. And you are the first on here, and you don't leave until after nine. Its almost like your asking for no one to notice you at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 01:03:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My evenings are open. I choose to spend them here. And, no, I am not the first one here in the morning, nor do I stay until after 9:00 every night." Liz rose to her feet and picked up the receiver for her phone. "Your research will need to be better than that in the future if you wish to keep your job. Go home," she said then she dialed the front desk to see if her dinner had arrived yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 01:12:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He turned and left out the office, but he did not leave. He went back to his pile of work, and he started to set out the mail and filing away the files. After he was done with all that. It was about an hour later. And he got up and walked over the the filing room. He opened one of the cabinets and started to pull out any of them that did not belong, and he was left with on file. "This is going to be a long night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 01:29:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz finished eating and then finished her reading for the evening before playing her cartoons on her laptop, tonight the Road Runner. She knew Nicholas had not gone home as she'd told him. She'd seen him still working when she'd gone down to get her dinner, but he hadn't seen her and she hadn't said a word to him. He was a stubborn one. A man she could respect if he played his cards right and watched his tongue.<br><br>After three cartoons and a thorough neck stretching, she checked the clock and smiled then she picked up her things and secured her office before heading to the file room. "8:30 and I am leaving. Who is the one afraid to be seen outside the office?" she asked Nicholas with a touch of a snide tone in her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 01:36:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Before she had came in, he was about to say fuck it and just set fire to the file room. But he turned and looked at her. "Well, what are you going to do? Go home? If you want to prove something to me, go out with drink for me. The night is still young. And maybe since you will be away from the office you can let your hair down." he smiled at her. He was just trying to show her that when she said no, everything he said before about her would be true.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 01:55:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His tone was brash and utterly unbecoming of a gentleman, but she hadn't hired him to be a gentleman. He was a challenge for her and it stirred her deepest fires. "Your idea and you're buying. I will not be said to have coerced you into spending time with me," she said flatly, dictating her terms for accepting his offer. "Agreed or do I go home alone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:17:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was shocked, yet again. She had a way of doing. "I agree." He said, and stood out, and grabbed his coat and briefcase and walked out with her. They got to the elevator and he just stood there, thinking about why she was doing this. Was she just trying to prove him wrong because she knew what he was planning to do if she said no? But how could she know? "So, do you have your own car, or are we taking a cab to a bar. Or would you like to go to a club? I don't mind either one." He asked her, and wondered why he did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You tell me," Liz said while unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse, giving him a teasing hint of lace underneath. "This evening is yours for the planning. If I don't like the way things go, I'll get myself home." He thought he was so damn tough, let him prove it. She'd seen too many men before who were all talk and no action, and they were a damn sight older than Nicholas. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:33:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her. "A bar it is then. I hope you can drink." He smiled. But he could not help but look at that little bit of lace that was showing. Under all those professional clothes she wore a lace bra. Now that was something he could enjoy. The doors to the elevator opened and he walked out into the night. He hailed down a cab, and opened the door for her. "What you did not think I could do something nice?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She got into the cab and waited until they were underway before she replied. "Verbal sparring all evening is not going to get you beyond one drink with me. I do it for a living." Besides, the whole point of this was supposed to be to leave the office behind, wasn't it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 02:54:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her. "I agree, we shall do that." He smiled at her, thought that if they where leaving the office behind, he would try something. "So tell me, what do you enjoy doing?" He was trying to get a little bit of a talk going, so by the time they reached the bar, he would have something to go off of. "And I mean something that puts a smile on your face."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Football." It was hardly a secret. Most, if not all, of the office knew she held season tickets in a luxury booth. "Warner Brothers cartoons." That was not even potentially embarrassing, so she didn't mind telling him about it. "What about you?" she asked, redirecting the inquiry to him. They'd only just met that morning and his resume hadn't listed any hobbies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smile at her. "Really, what team do you follow? And you like cartoons? That is great." He smiled at her. "I give my free time to a church and help out the people that have had it hard in this life. I also like to run, i do it every morning. It keeps me in shape and keeps my stamina up as well. So when i do find a gym or something, i will not be beat by the end of one day." he smiled. He had heard about the bar they where going to. It was a lively one, but not in a bad way, and no one from the office would be there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:32:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have season tickets for the stadium here in town," she said, not giving any more detail. He was supposed to be good at research. He could figure out the rest for himself. "I jog on my treadmill every morning...10 miles before work." She watched out the window of the cab, as they would soon be arriving at their destination.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded. "You run more then I do, but I do enjoy my sleep." He made a note to look up what team played here, because he did not know. They pulled up to the bar, and he got up, and held the door for her, and he payed the man, and walked into the bar with her. It was a dim bar, but there was plenty of light. He walked over to a table. "how about we sit here. And what would you like? i will go get the drinks for us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:48:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Midori Sour on the rocks," Liz said while taking her seat, keeping an eye on the door. The place wasn't a dive, far from it. A quick scan gleaned no familiar faces so she set her purse down on the table and allowed herself to relax. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and watched as she sat down and kept looking at the door. He shruged it off and walked to the bar. He ordered there drinks and sat there looking around. This was a nice bar, not really all that bad, people could talk here without anyone else hearing them, not because there was music, its just because there was a lot of talking going on. The guy handed him there drinks, and he headed back to the table. He set her down and put a napkin by it and then sat down across from her. "Do you drink often?" He asked with a raised eyebrow
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:03:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Moderately. You?" she asked, sipping from her drink. She had an incredibly high tolerance for alcohol, but no real desire to drink it on a regular basis.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"About the same. I really just never have anyone to drink with, so I just don't." He smiled then took a sip from his drink, he eyes looking over her breast, the lace that was showing was enough to let him know, but not enough to not let his mind wonder and wonder what else there was. He also wonders if she wore a matching set of panties. But he would not know that one. "So, why do you want to act fully professional at work? I mean, you can act professional, but you can also live a little."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have my reasons," she said without elaboration and sipped her drink. "And tonight changes nothing. I expect you to be professional toward me at the office or I'll fire your ass. Do I make myself clear?" The last thing she needed was an employee fawning over her in front of the other attorneys.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:26:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her. "Only if you will come with me to a bar 3 times a week. Then i will act 100% the way you want me in the office. No matter what." he smiled at her. He really hopped that she took his deal, for with time, he could wear here down to loosen her up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:28:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Twice a week," she countered. There was no way she was going to give in to his terms without a haggle. She never did. It made her aces at negotiating out-of-court settlements and was one of the reasons she excelled in civil practice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 05:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Three nights a week, or I act a little friendlier at work then I should." He thought that she would like to haggle, try and find out a good deal with him, that will work for both of them. Even if the 2 nights a week was fine with him, he was not going to back down so easily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 15:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One night a week or I turn your fraudulent email account over to the senior partners with a recommendation that you be fired and a criminal complaint filed against you." He should have gone for the two nights a week, the cocky son-of-a-bitch. He had no idea who he was messing with or what she was capable of.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 17:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her. <em>I like that she is being stubbern with me, and not giving up. But if she wants to play black mail with me, I can play back.</em> "Two nights at a bar, and one night at dinner. If you don't agree to that I can let those senior partners know where you where tonight, and with who, and doing what. I can also say that you threatened to fire me if I did not come with you. With how you made me get a hair cut and everything, I am sure that they would not just dismiss it." He smiled at her. He was not going to back down, she might be the pit bull of the courtroom, but they where not in the courtroom, and he planed on making her crack, somehow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 17:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz quietly finished her drink and rose to her feet. "Give it your best shot," she said then she walked out to the street to get a cab. He was not going to blackmail her. She was insulated well enough and couldn't care less if he tried to get her fired.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she got up and walked out. He liked that she was not backing down, that she was holding strong. He downed the rest of his drink, and got up and walked after her. He found her still on the side trying to hail a cab. He walked over to her and stood to the left of her. He moved his arm around the back of her, and laid his hand on her hip on the other side of her. "Alight, I think I have a deal with will make both of us happy. I will do as told at work, without question, but only at the office. I will ask you out to a bar or dinner sometimes, it will be your choice to come, but you must at least come with me for one dinner, and one night to a bar. Does that sound like something your ok with?" He gave her a little tug, making her hip connect to his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One of each period." Liz smiled at the cab as it pulled over then loosed herself from his grasp and got inside. "Enjoy your weekend," she said with a wave then left him on the curb to get his own ride home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her go, and he could only smile. He had taken his two nights at a bar, and made one of them dinner. He had an idea that he was going to be paying for all of it, but he did not mind. He was getting paid plenty, and he could treat himself out to night like this.<br><br>He hailed his cab, and got home. He undressed and showed, and the whole time was thinking about that lace. <em>Why am I still thinking about that lace that I could only see the very top of. Its not like i have never seen a lace bra before, I have seen many in the past.</em> He got out of the shower and pulled a towel around him, and then walked to his dresser and found his sweat pants. He got dressed and laid down. He made sure to set his clock to the right time, and then feel asleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz marched into work, her morning routine fully intact, and her drink with Nicholas a distant memory. She checked with Allison for messages and then went into her office to prepare for her 11:00 conference call. She spent the majority of her time on the phone, but she was paid very well for it. If she could save her clients the hassle of actually appearing in court, she was appropriately rewarded, both monetarily and by the word of mouth concerning her services. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:27:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas work up right one time. He got up, dressed into his running clothes and ran. He pushed himself today and did 6 miles. It was hard because he was not used to the air in the city yet. He walked back up to his apartment and then undressed. He looked around, then got his outfit for work out, and took a shower, brushed his teeth, and shaved. He looked up at his hair, and pulled out a comb. Only a few brushes with the comb and he was looking good. He got dressed in the clothes that he hod picked out before his shower, and then headed to work. He walked there, it not being all that far, and him having plenty of time. <br><br>He got to his desk, to find it empty. He smiled and then went to the filing room. He picked it up where he had left off last night. He worked for a while, not even really looking at anyone. No one was coming in and bothering him
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz turned off her speakerphone shortly after 1:00 and made her final notes on her pad before firing off an email memo summarizing and discussing the call to the senior partner who was oversight for this case. She had autonomy concerning the handling of the case, but as a junior partner, she was required to keep the appropriate senior partner advised concerning her work. <br><br>Roughly an hour later, she was done and locked up her office, taking her briefcase with her as she went home to have lunch. The rest of her work for the day could be done from there since she had no more meetings scheduled and Allison at the office to page her should she be required to return.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:44:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got up and stretched. He looked around, and smiled. He now had a filing system. He looked at his watch at was that it was only 12:30. He spent a while writing up a memo explaining the system, and he printed up enough copies for everyone on the floor. He looked at his desk and saw a small pile of mail. By the time everything was done printing everyone was back from there lunch break, and he started out handing out there mail and the memo that he made. He went over and handed one to Allison too, but she was on a call so he did not bother telling her what it was, she would find out when he was done. But as he passed Liz's office, he could not help but look in. She was sitting in her chair, and getting up. He walked out of the way, and saw her taking off, maybe to lunch or something. He smiled and thought about something. He went and grabbed his coat and started off after her. She walked into the elevator and he jumped into the next one. He got down to the last floor and saw the other one still coming. Maybe it had another stop. So he turned around and made it look like he was just heading out of the office, waiting for her to get off it and see him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 18:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz exited the milk run elevator that had stopped no less than three times on the way down from her floor. It was just her luck given she was leaving for the day. As she exited, she saw Nicholas with his jacket, standing in the lobby. Terrific, as if things couldn't get more annoying at the moment. <br><br>She walked as if he wasn't there, heading directly for the front door where the valet was waiting with her car since she'd called down ahead of time, as she typically did. Having not picked it up the evening before, she was prepared to give the young man an extra bit in his tip. He always looked after her Porsche, even if she was called out of town on business for several days.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:00:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She walked past him with out a word, and he did remind himself that she said she wanted him to act no differently then any other employee that she had. So he walked out, and as she was giving the boy his tip, he walked past her. He acted as if he was just passing other person. He started to walk down the street. On his run he saw a small diner that looked like it might have some good food, so he thought that it would be nice to go there. It was a little chilly outside today. It was cloudy, so everything was a little darker then normal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 19:29:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz got into her car and drove toward home, checking Nicholas's ass in her rear view mirror with an appreciative grin as she pulled away from the curb. He was definitely worthy of eye candy status, not that she'd hired him purely for that reason. Even if he did ever go to the senior partners and accuse her of impropriety, she had every confidence that he would only end up with a settlement and losing his job. If he was smart and stopped thinking with his dick, he had a bright future ahead of him at the firm. He'd never be a partner, but Allison wouldn't either and she wasn't complaining about her paycheck or the perks she got besides.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked into the diner and had a lunch. He had a daily special, and today's was a BLT. He ordered that, and thought over how he was going to get her to loose up around him some more. How could you get a professional girl to let down her hair and have a good time. He then thought about it. She was a football fan, and he made a note to go back to his office and find out the team and when they played next, so maybe he could wiggle his way into going with her, and seeing her enjoying something. Then he could understand her more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:19:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Friday arrived none to soon for Liz, who cherished having her weekends off. It kept her from making senior partner, but she didn't mind, most days. With her phone turned off for the day, she picked up the performance report from Allison who had been watching Nicholas like a hawk all week. She was good, thorough, and to the point.<br><br>Nicholas had cleaned up the files, implementing his own system, which he had then explained to everyone via memorandum. Liz hadn't received a copy of it, but Allison had included one in her report, so Liz took time to read it. His tone in the memo was respectful and professional and not that damn annoying rude and smarmy bullshit he'd thrown at her earlier in the week.<br><br>She read through the rest of Allison's evaluation and then the IT report on Nicholas's phone and email activities. Deciding he was ready for his next assignment, she sent him an email with a copy to Allison:<br><br><br><em><strong>To: N. Oliveira<br>From: E. Hamilton<br><br>Re: Research Assignment</strong><br><br>Explain the origin and meaning of both your surname and mine. Have your report to Allison by the end of business on Monday.</em><br><br><br>With that done, she tended to her other emails and then settled back in her seat with a Diet Pepsi from her office mini-fridge and turned on her cartoons.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:32:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas was just about thinking of asking her to dinner tonight, when he got the email. He smiled at it, and had an idea. He would swiched his advanced to professional and keep his moves suttle. He started up his brain and started to do as he was told. It was rather easy for him, and he wrote her back an email.<br><br><em><strong>To: E. Hamilton<br><br>From: N. Oliveira<br><br>Re: Research Assignment<br></strong></em><br><br><em>Hamilton:<br>(Origin Scottish) Originally Hambleton, from the manor of Hambleton, in Buckinghamshire. William, third son of Robert, third Earl of Leicester, took that surname from the place of his birth, as above. He was the founder of the family of that name in Scotland, whither he went about the year 1215. The name is derived from Hamell, a mansion, the seat of a freeholder, and dun, an enclosure, a fortified place, a town.<br><br><br>Oliveira:<br>Portuguese and Galician: habitational name from any of the numerous places named Oliveira, from Portuguese and Galician oliveira ‘olive grove’ (Late Latin olivarius, a derivative of Latin oliva ‘olive’), or a topographic name from this word.<br><br><br>Would you like to come to dinner with me tonight or tomorrow night?</em><br><br>He smiled at his email, and sent it. He had a few papers he had to fill and, so he would be able to wait for a bit.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fourth cartoon finished and Liz was all smiles, having quietly laughed a good deal while watching them. She shut down her laptop and packed it in its case then she secured her office for the night and headed for the elevator. Someone was still out in at least one of the cubicles, she noticed as she passed them, but she didn't look to see who was there. It was irrelevant. She was done for the week and unless it was a genuine emergency, she was not going to touch another piece of work until she arrived on Monday morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:56:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked up to see her go, and he looked down to see that he had no messages. He smiled to himself. "I guess that is a no. Oh well." He keeps on working, finishing up his work about an hour later, he leaves himself. He walks down the stairs, taking the longer way home, just letting his legs work now that he had sat in the chair all day long.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 21:19:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Monday morning arrived and Liz met it with the same dread as most people. The weekend had been fantastic! She'd gone to a private party on Saturday and had spent the night there, prearranged, as the host and hostess did not want anyone driving after drinking, whether they were drunk or not.<br><br>Liz had stayed sober, having only one glass of wine with dinner, and had ended up sharing her guest bed with a most athletic man, who had been looking for some fun with no strings attached. He'd been the perfect match for her and she was certain that their host and hostess had put them together on purpose. They'd had sex nearly all night and slept in the next morning. After a quiet brunch together on the patio, they'd each gone home, no trading of phone numbers, no offers to get together ever again. They had both gotten what they'd wanted and that was all there was to that.<br><br>"Good morning, Allison," she said while entering her office, getting the customary greeting from her assistant in return then she checked her emails and saw the one from Nicholas. She double checked the arrival date and time and rolled her eyes then she sent her response.<br><br><em><strong><br>To: N. Oliveira<br>From: E. Hamilton<br><br>Re: Research Assignment</strong><br><br>While your enthusiasm is to be commended, your inability to follow directions is most obvious. Put your report, printed out, on Allison's desk by the end of business today.<br><br>To answer your question, dinner tonight is acceptable. </em><br><br><br>She sent the message to Nicholas then she sent a copy to her immediate superior informing him that she was accepting the interest of one of the employees and that she had no intention of treating him with any favoritism or retribution, regardless of what might occur between them away from the job. She also stated for the record that she had no intention of their relationship being anything other than strictly professional at the office. <br><br>With that bit of business handled, she moved onto her other emails and pushed Nicholas from her mind. She had a full menu on her plate for the day. He was merely going to be her dessert.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 21:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a stroke of luck, Nicolas had the weekend off as well. He had done many things. He cleaned up the last of his apartment an then went down to the local church to help out with a food drive they where doing. He met some of the people that did all of the churches activities, and he let them know that he would help out when he could. During the food drive, he saw one of the ladies that he was working with kept on eying him. He gave her a few light smiles, and kept to his work. Later that night when he was left to put away the remainder of the food, he saw her walking up to him, and before he could even say anything, she had her lips over his, and her hands roaming his body. He did not resist, it was a while since the last time. So he bent her over a crate of off and pounded into her. He had to put a hand over her mouth to stop her from letting everyone outside know what they where doing.<br><br>When he walked into the office, he was happy, and ready to work. He sat down on his desk, right on time. He looked at the pile of work he had, and he smiled. He started up his computer and checked his mail. He had a few from people saying that his filing system helped them get there jobs done so much faster, and a few of the other ladies of the office sent him there numbers in there emails, asking him to take them out. "Too easy, don't they know a guy wants a challenge." He looked down and saw the email from Liz. He smiled at the dinner, and then printed out his research and put it in the proper format. Made sure he had the right title, everything. He put it in the pile for Liz that he had growing. Some of them where to go to Liz her self, some where to be pre-read by Allison. He got up and started to hand out the mail. He dropped off his report with Allison, and the walked in and dropped off the mail that was meant only for Liz, and turned around with out even looking at her and started to leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 21:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"All my mail goes to Allison," Liz said without looking up from the paper she was reading. "It doesn't matter if it says it is for my eyes only. If it crosses your desk, it goes to Allison, not directly to me." She was forever having people send her supposedly highly important and confidential materials that ended up being mere suck up jobs or sales pitches. Allison weeded those out for her. If something was client/attorney confidential, it wouldn't be on a piece of paper.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 22:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He turned around and picked it up and turned and said. "Noted, and it will not happen again." He walked out, and set the stuff into her basket along with the others that was already in there. He walked back to his desk, and started to shift through all of his work. Moving around what needed to be filed, and what needed his handy work to finish.<br><br>Hours passed and he had skipped lunch again today. He looked over his pile seeing that it would be done around the time Liz hand her dinner delivered, so that should be just about right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 22:52:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz finished with her workday wind down, as she called it, and shut off her laptop, stretching her neck and shoulders. She checked the time then stared at her office door, surprised that Nicholas hadn't come knocking yet. Perhaps he was learning. That could only be for the better.<br><br>She packed up her things and called down for her car then she dialed Nicholas's extension and waited for him to answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 22:59:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was just finishing his last bits of work. His eyes where starting to cross, and he could not help it at all. He had loosened his tie a bit, and just when he put the last paper in his out box to be sent out tomorrow with the other mail he was going to hand out. His phone ran. He answered it in the normal professional way because he did not know who it was, since the phone did not have a caller ID. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am ready to leave for our dinner, Nicholas," Liz said maintaining her professional tone with him, although affording him the courtesy of using his first name in addressing him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:07:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled. "Give me one moment and I will be there, Elizabeth." He saw that she wanted to be professional, with only a tad bit of the out-of-office-talk, as he was now calling it in his head. He redid his tie, and put on his coat, and walked over to her office, and waited by the door, like the good little man she wanted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:17:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz heard him approach and walked out to meet him with a tiny smile. "Where are we going, Nicholas?" she asked while walking toward the exit and the elevator beyond, assuming he had made reservations and chosen some place reasonably impressive for a first date. This might have been a touch coerced, but it was a date none the less and she had certain expectations of him, not as an employee, but as a man.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am sorry, but I can not tell you, that would ruin the surprise. But I will tell you this, I am sure that you will like it. And I had to bribe a few people to get a table for tonight, so that should tell you that its a good place. If we are taking your car, I would like to drive, if you don't mind" He smiled at her and walked with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are not driving my car," Liz said without hesitation as they entered the elevator. "I drive or you can pay for a cab," she offered her terms wondering if he was going to keep up the smarmy ass bullshit for the entire evening. They exited on the ground floor and Liz headed straight for the front door. Paid bribes to get them a table tonight, how high school. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:51:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then a cab it is, I have no problem with that." He smiled and went out into the night, and hailed down a cab, and when it pulled over, he leaned in and told they guy where to go, and he nodded. Nicholas as said it so low, that even her standing next to him could not hear it. He opened to the door for her, and climbed in after. The guy started off. The cab ride was rather quick, because the place they where going was just down a few blocks. When they pulled up, it was "Ottimo". It was one of the greatest restaurants in town, and it was said to be booked for 4 months in advance. He got out and held the door open for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:16:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz got out of the cab, allowing her skirt to rise enough to give Nicholas a glance at half of her left thigh. Later, he would see more if he didn't keep trying to impress her so damn much. "Ottimo," she looked at the place and straighten the jacket of her suit, "It's overrated, but the food is decent." She had attended the grand opening as the guest of a city councilman. The place was loud and purely for show. She wasn't the least bit surprised that Nicholas had chosen it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:26:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, i did my research and found that you had came here on the grand opening, so i thought you liked it. But next time i will think of something a little, less impressive?" He said. The look at her leg was something he liked, and he found his eyes lingering on it. He held out his arm to her, not really trying to impress her with his manners, but just because this was a public place, and such things are expected here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:29:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled and let out a tiny laugh as she took Nicholas's arm and went with him to their table. "Detante," she said while taking her seat. "I'll stop being such a bitch for the evening if you stop pushing so damn hard. Honestly, Nicholas, must you always try to sound like you know it all and have everything under control? I'm not evaluating you here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 00:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and everyone could see a ton of bricks being lifted off his shoulders. "Well, that is much better then. I will just be myself then, if you do to. And trust me, I don't like to have control of everything, I was, only trying to impress you, I bet that was rather irritating." He smiled at her and looked down at the menu. Half the food was in french or some other language, and he just found out that he is going to have to visit a diner on the way home to be even full, because all this food was too fancy for his taste. "So, what are you going to have?" He was hoping she would pick something he would like, and stay it in English so he does not end up with something he knows came out of the wrong end of an animal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 03:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She saw the glazed over look in his eyes while he looked over the menu and her heart went out to him. "I'm going with the broiled chicken with chives and mashed potatoes. Caesar salad to start," Liz said while pointing to the items on the menu. "What do you like? Steak? Chicken? They have a salmon steak, too." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 03:37:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her. <em>I am saved, thank god.</em> "I would love that salmon stake. What else does it come with?" He asked, then another idea came to his mind. "Would you like to have some wine with dinner..." He looked down at the wine menu, seeing that it was in the same language, and pushed it to her. "... you can pick it out." He smiled at her. "Sorry, I really did not know I would have to bush up on a new language to eat here. But I am glad that you understand it enough to read it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 05:08:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz laughed lightly, enjoying this side of Nicholas. She took the wine menu and decided which she would order then she looked at the salmon steak listed. "It comes with rice pilaf or baked potato and all the entrees are ala carte, so if you want a salad or soup, you can order as you please, since they're extra. They have a house salad if you don't like Caesar salad.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 05:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was really surprised at her laugh, he had not seen her laugh before, and he smiled at it. "Well then it is the salmon with a baked potato with a Caesar salad. I love salads. And what have you picked for our drink? I am rather interested at what would you select." He looked down at the wine menu again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 05:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A delicate white wine with pear and spice undertones," Liz said then she placed her order and the wine order as the waiter returned. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 06:12:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds wonderful." He watched the waiter walk away. "Well, so tell me what kind of food you do like, so that next time I have a clue to where to take you." He looked right at her face, hoping that she would be let him on to it, and not have to ask Allison for help. He did not think that would be a good idea, but if he really needed to, he would resort to that. Everything he thought about her changed as soon as she left the office, even the way she acted, and talked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 13:15:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You assume there will be a next time?" Liz asked with a tease in her voice. She took a sip of water, watching for how he would respond. She wasn't sure they would go out again. She'd only agreed to one dinner and one drink. They'd had the drink last week and this was the dinner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 17:41:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her, and almost frowned. "Well, I hope that I will give you an enjoyable time tonight that you would allow me to take you out again, and that time to a place that you enjoy more then here." He gave her a weak smile. He heard the teasing tone, but it still hit home. But that only made him want to have an enjoyable time with her tonight so that there would be a next time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 20:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The night's still young," Liz said with a smile. As their salads came, she fell silent, focused more on eating than chatting, keeping their conversation to pleasantries such as the weather. Finishing her salad, she decided to get a little more personal. "How are you finding things at the office? Settling in okay? No problems?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 20:28:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not like the little small talk that came with them eating. And he was happy that he finished his salad. She was still eating, but he was rolling things around in his head, like things to ask her, to try and get you to open up a little more to him. He wanted to let her trust him a bit. When she finished, he watched her moved the bowl away from her, and then pull out a napkin and wipe off her lips. He found himself watching her, as if she had just taken off her blouse. He snapped out of looking at her when she spoke to him. "I am settling in good. I have gotten a lot of good feedback about my filing system. And really no problems that I cant handle myself." He smiled at her, and he parted his lips to ask her a question of his own, but his mind was blank. He sat there, then just smiled at bit. He took a sip of his water, and then one of the questions he was saving came back to him. It was about her football team, he had spent some of his free time looking it up, and reading about the top stories. One of them was about the Quarterback being injured, and possibly out for the rest of the season. So he asked her what she thought that would do the the team as a whole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 01:39:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled and sipped her wine. She enjoyed watching the games from the luxury box, but she honestly didn't follow statistics and such, so she wasn't certain how best to answer his question. She paused a good long moment as she pondered, and then gave him a guarded response. "It will depend on the backup. He's been good in the preseason...he should be good now..." She shrugged.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 02:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas watched her while she was thinking. He was already thinking about his next question, to try and find out more about her. When she answered him he nodded and then took a drink himself. "How about dancing, do you enjoy it?" He was wondering, he was active, and he was sure that she knew some moves, but he was asking not did not she know how, but if she liked it. He had a plan maybe to talk her to a club after this and dance off there dinner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 02:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled, flattered that he was asking about her likes and dislikes, enjoying the attention. "Yes, ballroom is my preference. How about you?" Their dinner arrived and she tested the chicken with her fork, nodding appreciatively as it was so tender and moist that she wouldn't need to use her knife to cut it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 03:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing her smile, Nicholas returned the smile. "I enjoy dancing, I know a bit of ballroom, enough to dance for a bit, but not all night. But most of my dancing is at night clubs." He looked down at the his dinner, and had to close him mouth to not drool. "I must say, thank you for helping me out with the menu, I might have ended up with something that I did not enjoy." He took out his fork and knife, and started to cut up the salmon into small pieces and putting in his mouth. Normally he was a fast eater, but this food was too good to eat fast, he enjoyed the taste rolling around in him mouth. He took his cup of wine and tasted it. "Very nice choice on the wine too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:02:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks. I attended cooking school once upon a time...made money for law school working as a pastry chef." She continued eating, wondering if she should have told him that bit of information. He was a researcher, so he could have found out that information for himself, and decent reporter who didn't rely solely on the wire services could do the same. She thought about the press, if she should warn Nicholas that she was subject to being hounded over the mythical possible nomination. No, she wouldn't bother. If he watched any of the morning news programs he would be aware of the situation, at least in passing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:06:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He put down his fork when she told him that part about her. "Really, sorry but I never would have guessed. With your passion in the courtroom I would have thought you never did anything else other then that. Its the kind of passion one gets when the find there true calling." He smiled at her and then ate other piece of his salmon. As soon as he swallowed, he asked his next question. "So, would you tell me something else about yourself that you would think I would never suspect?" He liked knowing more about her, and it was sweeter coming from her lips then from some computer screen or on the TV.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:17:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz took another bite of chicken and smiled while slowly chewing and then swallowing it, her tongue identifying the herbs used for marinating it - basil, oregano and something else she couldn't quite place. That was the sign of a superior chef. If just anyone could figure out how to duplicate his recipes at home, he wouldn't stay in business very long.<br><br>"When did you ever see me in the courtroom?" she asked curiously, wondering if he was some sort of groupie. They had those at the courthouse, especially for certain judges, people who were there nearly every day just to watch, seated in the back row with their eyes combing the entire chamber. Liz liked to check them with her eyes as she finished a round of questioning. Reading their reactions, their body language, usually guided her on whether her tactics were solid or lacking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I pulled up some of the tape in the file room, and watched them. I don't agree with the nick name they gave you, but, I cant come up with another." He watched her enjoy her dinner, and he thought he almost saw a new light in her eye and she tasted the dish. He only wished he knew what was going on in her head. He took another sip of the wine, and let it rest on his tongue while he tasted it combine with the taste of the salmon, creating a new flavor, and he liked it. "I just wanted to see what you where like in there, and then I saw the passion in your voice and your eyes. And I must say, when you are grilling someone, you are rather..." He paused for a moment, thinking of the right word. "Beautiful is the only word that will fit. The way you find there weakness, and the show it to the whole courtroom, its like watching someone paint a picture" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:31:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Quite flattering, thank you." Liz took a sip of wine, not wanting to be a bitch, but feeling the need to say something. "Those tapes should not be in the file room. Only senior partners are allowed to view them and the clients involved take the matter most seriously, as do the judges. Most do not allow recordings of the proceedings. Tomorrow morning, any and all video you found, you will give it to Allison and forget you ever saw it. Word of that gets out and you'll be fired. I won't have any say in the matter."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 04:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her, and when she said the second part, his smile faded. "Oh I did not know that, and I will make sure to do that right away when I go to the office next." He looked down at his food, he felt as if he had messed up. He had gotten her to think he was flattering her, but then messed it up with the with not knowing something. He tried to cover up the way he was feeling right away. He took another bite, just about done with his meal now. "Well, what about telling me something that i would not suspect about you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 05:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled and finished her chicken then settled back in her seat, holding her wine glass, gently swirling it. "You're persistent," she said finally, not knowing what she would tell him in response to his inquiry. Dating someone from the office, especially someone under her was awkward, which is why she rarely did it. She'd only agreed to go out with him because.... She paused in her thinking, wondering why had she agreed to go out with him? He wasn't her type, not at all, and they had little to nothing in common. It must have been his physical allure that had gotten to her. He was a potential one-night stand. Her pussy had grabbed hold of her brain. That had to be what had happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 05:33:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas nodded when said he was persistent. "One just has to be if he or she is to get anything they want in life, stuff just does not fall into ones lap." He watched her swirling her wine in the glass, and he could tell by the look in her eyes, that she was thinking about something. He took the last few bites, and the picked up his own wine glass, taking a sip off it. "I must say, I really did enjoy this dinner, and if you say this food is only ok, I cant wait to see the food that you love." He smiled at her. "Oh, and I will not stop being persistent with you unless you do answer the question I asked earlier, and since you are not telling me something right away, I must say I think I found a good question to ask you." In the back of his mind, he was hopping that she had enjoyed this dinner, because he did want to take her out more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 14:36:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz sipped the last of her wine and set the empty glass down, eying him as he internal debate raged on over what exactly to do with him. "I'm horrid at relationships. I don't make commitments and I haven't been exclusive with anyone since Law School." She paused to let the weight of her words have their full impact on him. "Are you still interested in dating me now, Nicholas?" she asked plainly, wanting him to carefully consider the type of woman he was pursuing, how she would use him. Although they would both enjoy their time together, it would be heavily physical, and not all men were comfortable with such a narrow arrangement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 17:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They where heavy words, and he thought over them for a few moments. In the that time just sat there, looking down at the empty plates, and drinking his wine slowly. When he was done with the wine, he poured himself some more, and did the same for her. "Yes, I am still interested in you. Just because you bad at something, does not mean that it would be bad." He gave her a slight smile, and his eyes had a playful gleam in them. He sat back and took another sip of the wine. "And it is great to know something that you are bad at. I was beginning to think you where superwomen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 18:14:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No." She smiled and sipped her wine courteously then set the glass back down, not wanting any more. "I'm warning you up front so you don't think that anything between us is somehow related to work or vice versa. I assure you, one has nothing to do with the other." She was used to compartmentalizing things. This would be no different.<br><br>"Dessert here or later?" Liz asked while wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 18:33:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded at her telling him about work having nothing to do with anything. "I would not have it any other way." He took a sip of his wine when she asked about dessert. He set down his glass and smile, "Later would be better, I would like to get you out of here." He opened the bill and took out his wallet and payed it, and left a good tip. "Where would you like to go?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 18:40:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz pondered the options they had and smiled. "Let's go bar hopping. You're new to town. I'm sure you have a list of places you want to check out...say a half hour in each?" This would give her a chance to relax and allow him to have control for at least a couple of hours. It was a win-win proposition so far as she was concerned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 18:51:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and got up and smiled to her. "That sounds like a good idea. Lets get going, I know a few bars that are rather nice, and we are going to take shots, together." He looked down at her, and while he was standing up, and her sitting down, he got a rather nice view, and he thought to himself, he would have to see more of that tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:06:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We are, are we?" Liz said teasingly as he escorted her out to one of the taxis that lined the street, waiting like vultures for their next meal. "What's your shot of choice?" she asked, hoping it wouldn't be any form of schnapps. She hated schnapps with a passion, any and all varieties. It was far too sweet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:14:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled. "When doing shots, I only do hard liquor. Many types of rum, vodka, whiskey. I hope that is not a problem." They got into a cab, and Nicholas told the driver where to go. It was not rather far if he guessed right. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:25:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, not as long as we choose one family and stick with it. I don't like mixing my liquors." Liz relaxed beside him in the cab, casually undoing the top two buttons of her blouse, and then taking off her jacket. The air was warm and doing shots in crowded bars was going to make her even hotter in no time. "Should we hire the cab for the night?" she asked, suggesting the course of action to him. She would Nicholas make the arrangements, but it did seem the most prudent approach. Besides, she could leave her jacket on the seat that way and not have to carry it around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:37:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, then I think we should to with vodka." He watched her undo her buttons and take off her jacket. "Good idea." He started to talk with the cab driver about it, and agreed with the man about it. He did not set a time, but the man was ok with it. They came up to the bar and the man turned off the cab. "Shall we?" He smiled to Liz.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:44:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled and opened her door, getting out and then walking around to meet Nicholas on the other side. There was no line to get into the bar, an unusual sight for her. As she glanced curiously around, it was obvious that she'd never been here before and had not a clue what to expect inside. "You haven't brought me to a punk or leather bar, have you?" She would feel extremely out of place in either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:49:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He put an arm around her waist and looked at her, liking the view again, but he made sure to look at her face. "Trust me, this is not a popular bar, but it is a nice place to take shots at and no one here would bother you." He walked with her and into the bar. It was almost packed full, and there was a few pool table in there.&nbsp; But there was a spot open on the bar, and no one was around it. He walked up with her, and sat down. "Can we get four shots of vodka?" He said to the bar tender.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 19:57:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Two a piece or one and three?" Liz asked donning her best poker face while she took in the room. There was a con at one of the poker tables, playing his mark like a piano. The poor sap was probably from out of town and had no clue how much money he could lose shooting pool in a place like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Two for each of us. I play fair, most of the time." He said with a little playful glint in his eyes. He looked around while he waited for the shots. There was a lot of people in here, and it was kind of loud. Every now and then the sound of the pool balls hitting each other could be heard over everyone else. There was no music going, but there was a box in the corner. He looked back at Liz. "Or did you want to have three for every one i have?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:09:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz laughed and shook her head. "Nice try, but I don't give handicaps when it comes to shots." She didn't do them very often, but when she did, she was always fair about it. Of course, if some unsuspecting challenger might think she needed a handicap, she certainly wouldn't turn it down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled. "Good, because I can hold my own in shots, and with you taking three for every one that I had, you would be passed out before I even had a buzz." The shots got there and the bar tender was walking away with the bottle. "Just leave it please. We are going to do more then just these." The bar tender just turned around and set the bottle down. "Ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure," Liz said without hesitation, taking up her glass and then downing the shot, feeling the burn all the way down. She blinked a bit then set the glass down turned over in front of her on the bar. If they did too many here, they wouldn't make it to another bar, but she wasn't going to say a word. She was letting Nicholas have control for this portion of the evening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took his shot and downed it, and set it upside down on the bar. He smiled at her and loved the burn down his throat. He then took the other one and downed it two, setting it next to the other glass upside down too. This time the burn was not as hard on him, but it was still there. He waited for her to take her other shot, and then he was going to fill them up again, and maybe that was about all. But he also thought that he would test her skills at pool, maybe make a bet with her, his mind planing out just what the bet would be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz watched him take the two shots and then took hers as soon as he had finished his second. Her body quickly adjusted to the burn, feeling it only slightly this time. She saw his eyes stray to the pool tables and cringed inside, not wanting to play and hoping he wouldn't suggest it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she finished her last shot, he grabbed one of each of there shot glasses, and filled them up, setting the bottle down and putting the cap back on it. "After these, I have a little fun we can do, what do you say we play a game of pool. We can even make it a little interesting. Like a bet. How about if I win, you take another button off that blouse of yours, and for if you win, you can pick what you want." he smiled at her, wondering if she liked the idea of the bet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:55:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Liz said, flatly rejecting the idea. She never went to bars with pool tables in them anymore precisely because she'd had her fill of stupid adolescent bets. "I'm not in high school or college, Nicholas. My days for such nonsense are behind me." She took her third shot and opened one more button on her blouse, the white lace underneath teasing out at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright, I see. Well, maybe I should just be more blunt about stuff, and not beat around the bush." He eyed her removing one more button, and again, she had lace on. He wondered if anything else ever graced her body then lace. He took his shot and then decided to strike up a talk with her, to ease over his little blunder. "So, why did you come out with me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:37:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You asked and you're attractive." Liz was feeling the slightest bit of a buzz and starting to relax a bit. "Why did you ask me out?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because your very attractive and I thought I would have a rather nice time with you, and I am so far." He could not peel his eyes off that lace. It was taunting him, asking him to touch the border of it and her skin. With the shots in him, he thought that that was enough for this bar, and he started to think about another one. And he took in her liking of bars with out pool tables, and he remembers a rather livly one. "Ready to hop to our next bar?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:51:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes." She smiled and took his arm. "I am enjoying our time together, too, Nicholas." She kissed his cheek, feeling a bit flush as she stood a little too quickly. She wasn't drunk or anywhere near staggering though and walked back out to the cab with him, holding his arm, but quite under her own control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:10:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she kissed him, it took away some of his worry, and told him to be a little more adventurous with her. And he knew that she was starting to feel the alcohol, when she stood and he saw the look on her face. He smiled, he was feeling it too, but he was far from drunk. They got into the cab, and after telling him where to go, the cab driver took off. After some time passed, and he knew that he picked a bar that was kind of far, he looked down, and saw that lace yet again, it was taunting him, and he was done with its taunting. He reached over and used his finger to pull her into a kiss, his other hand wrapped around her waist and then pulled her a little closer to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:16:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz returned the kiss, sliding over to him easily, enjoying his strong touch. She liked strong men, dominant, but not obsessively or abusively so. As long as she had and kept a man's respect, she had no problem with him taking the lead. That was one reason she was so fond of ballroom dance as opposed to the freestyle bouncing of boobs all over the dance floor. She liked structure in her social life as well as in her professional one.<br><br>With his hand wrapping around her, she slid his to play with his collar, her index finger teasing just underneath the fabric doing a recon of sorts for what lie underneath.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:37:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He loved her touch, and found his own hand moving down, at first it started to slip into her open shirt, but then he pulled it out, he was going to save that for later. Her lips where full and soft, the kind you could kiss for hours, and still want hours more. Having her body close to his, made his body start to heat up. His hand came to lay on her leg, some of it that was not covered by her leg. His hand started to rub, and he finally broke the kiss, looking down at her eyes, and then he bent down to her ear, to whisper into it "This is the last bar we are going to, then I am going to take you some place where I can explore your body." He smiled and then straiten his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:43:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are, are you?" Liz whispered back, teasing him. "Only if I get to explore yours first." She kissed him again briefly then nipped at his chin while sliding away from him, wanting to cool off a bit. She leaned forward, her blouse falling to reveal a lot more of her breasts and fixed her hair using the rear view mirror. She liked a man in charge, but she wasn't willing to give up complete control, not yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:54:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He found her words rather appealing. And her slide away only made him want to just skip the bar and go to the exploring. But he felt like he could last a little longer, just long enough for the next bar. Then she bent over, giving his just about a full view down her shirt, and he was sure she did not that on purpose, now his resalve was weaken, and he did not know if he could even last to getting to the bar. Just as he was done thinking that, they pulled up to the bar. It was playing some rock music, but it was not a biker bar. He got out and waited for her to do the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz got out after Nicholas, taking his hand as it was offered and leaned into him as she stood in front of him, rubbing their bodies together briefly before she took a step back. This bar was lively than the last and had a short line out front. That was encouraging. She fixed her blouse to show maximum cleavage for the doorman and started toward the line with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He loved the way that she was teasing him with her body, and again, he felt like he was going to break, and just pull her back into the cab. But she stepped back, and started to fix her blouse. He loved the view he was getting but he knew it was to get into the bar. Most of the lines was guys, and he smiled and thinking that he was going to get in and the poor suckers where stuck out of the bar. She walked right up to the door like she owned the place, and just walked right in, he hand his arm around her waist, and the door man just looked at her cleavage, and nodded. Where most guys would have hated the doorman for looking at her in that way, he took it as a complement to him, because he was able to have such a woman with him. They got in, and found this place packed. He worked his way to the bar, and got them a bottle and two shot glasses, and then he found a table in the corner and he pulled her over to it, and sat down. "Like this place better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:22:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," Liz said with a smile, leaning in close so he could hear her. "It's a bit loud for every night, but once in a while...it works." She winked at him and took the bottle, pouring the two shots. "To exploration," she toasted then she emptied her glass in one long swallow, barely feeling any burn, just a sweet warmness as it went down smoothly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:30:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled. "To exploration, and the wonders it brings." He downed his shot, and loved the way this bottle tasted. He poured them both another shot. "Remember, you better get as much as you want from this bar." He winked and then downed the next shot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:36:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have a full bar at my place," she said with a smirk. "We can do body shots." She winked and downed her next shot quickly, feeling a damn good buzz going, nice and warm, but still not drunk. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:47:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think I would end up just leaving the cup out of the body shots, just licking it off your body insted." he smiled and the wonderful image that made pop up in his head, and put on hand on her leg, under the table, where no one could see. He started to rub, working his way up a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz laughed and nudged him to drink his shot by moving the glass toward him. "That's the whole point of body shots." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:54:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles, and then picks up his glass and take his shot. "Well, I just wanted to say it so my brain would paint me a picture. And I must say, its a rather nice one." His hand rubbed a little higher, now at the edge of her skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 01:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled and poured two more shots, letting his hand go unchecked, wondering how far he would go. "You liked the picture?" She downed her next shot, feeling warmth, nice and smooth, the rush to her head increasing a tiny bit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 01:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded then took his shot. "Oh yes i did, and later it will not longer be a picture anymore." He took the bottle and poured them more shots. His hand moved up into her skirt, and started to rub her leg more. He was not moving slow because he thought she would stop him, but because he was enjoying it more then just going right to the point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:04:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Last shot here then?" Liz asked with a twinkle in her eye then she took her next shot, slowly licking her lips after swallowing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:15:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, last shot." He drank his last shot, but before he got up, or before he did, his hand moved up more, and he could feel the lace of her panties. He smiled and put his arm around her shoulders, and nuzzled into her neck, and me moved his fingers to the clothed lips that he wanted to feel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 02:47:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting her answer she silently noted his limits, or lack there of and gently nudged his hand out from under her skirt. "Save that for in private." She smiled sweetly and caressed his cheek. "Try it again in public and we'll never go out together again. Understand?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:00:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and liked that she could be to the point. He got up and held out his hand to her. "Alright, lets go, to your place since it has that full bar." He smiled at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:07:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Agreed." She went to the cab with him and once they were both inside she gave the driver the address, indicating it would be the last stop for the night. "It'll take a half hour," she said as she leaned back in the seat, letting her skirt ride up halfway just to tease him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:25:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got into the cab, and looked at her while she gave the guy the address. It was from a part of town that he did not know, and he did not know how long it would take to get there, and he hopped not long. Then when she told hims a half hour, he nearly protested. But he stopped, when she raised her skirt. He loved it, and it was a major tease. He reached his hand down to feel her skin, and he bent over and kissed her lips again, wanting to feel then on his own once again. He wondered if this was still considered public, but he did not want to push that button again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:03:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz held his hand in place on her thigh and returned the kiss, letting him explore her mouth, their tongues dancing with the vodka that clung to their teeth. He was a good kisser, she would give him that, nice soft lips with a soft but determined touch to them. Their mini make out session would make the time they had to travel go by fast. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:09:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved his tongue around hers, dominating the kiss. He loved the way hers felt as he kissed her, and what she did with it. The vodka taste was strong in her mouth and he loved it. Her hand on his just made him rub right where it was, he did not try to move up at all, he know that she was telling him to wait, and he would do just that. He moved over to her, just to be nearer to her, and so she could not slide away this time. He was going to try and work her up as much as he could before they got back to her place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:24:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The cab came near to Liz's building and she quickly moved away from Nicholas, giving him a tiny shove. "I need to fix my hair." She buttoned up her blouse all the way and put her jacket back on then fixed her hair using the rear view mirror as she had before. From the corner of her eye she saw a hint of confusion in his face and smiled gently. "The press has been known to pop up at my building." She leaned forward and gave the cab driver the guest code for the garage so he could take them inside before dropping them off. "Keep your face away from the window. It's best if they don't get a picture of you. They'll track down where you live and annoy you like they do everyone else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:32:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was really disappointed that she pushed him off her, but he was ok with it when she told him why. He hid his face from the window, and still wondered if he was going to meet the press here. He did not mind them, any other night then tonight. He wanted to hurry up and get her to her place, and started to take off those close, and lick her in all the right places. "Alright, well, I guess that would be bad for both of us." He let out a small chuckle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 04:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"More so for you, I would say. My career is solid and can withstand their scrutiny. Yours is only beginning." She paid the driver the balance of what they owed and then got out of the cab, wanting to clear the garage as quickly as possible. "I'll get the elevator." She walked over to the far end and inserted a card to summon the elevator, purposely wiggling her ass at him to keep him fired up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 19:16:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He noted that what she said, and knowing that she would not stand up for him to clear him of anything that the press would come up with. He walk and run after her, and watched her ass the whole time, and enjoyed the show of her wiggling it as the end, and he know that she was just doing so to keep her on the edge of ripping off her clothes right there. He walked over to her, his hands went to her hips, and he grinding a bit into her ass, just to let her know that he enjoyed the little show he was given.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 19:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz wiggled back into him, feeling his excitement and smiled. "I'd say we're about even there, Nicholas," she whispered as she led him into the elevator, keeping his body against hers. She swiped her card and hit the button for the top floor then turned in his arms and pinned him to the elevator wall for a passionate kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 19:27:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hummed a little when she wiggled into him, and then the kiss, he returned the kiss, in just the same passion as her. He loved that she was pinning him to the wall, but he could not take it anymore, he had to take things his way. He rolled over, pinning her to the wall, pressing his body into her, but he was doing nothing else, he was holding back, waiting for them to reach her place, where he could do a number of things his body and mind where screaming at him to do now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 19:50:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The elevator doors opened with a gentle ring tone and Liz guided him out, keeping their lips locked until they stood in a tiny entryway then she let him go. "Hold that thought," she said a touch breathless then she fished the key out and unlocked the door to apartment, the last of the three penthouses. <br><br>It wasn't that elaborate, not compared to the other two. She had three bedrooms and two baths. She used the guest room for her master because it was joined to the third bedroom via the hall bath, and she used that room for her office. When she had visitors from out of town, she gave them the master suite so they could have a completely private bathroom and sitting area. As they entered, she took Nicholas past the kitchen and dining area, into the living room with its black leather furniture and matching bar at the far end of the room, near the fireplace. <br><br>"A shot out here before the body shots?" she asked, pulling a good vodka and two glasses from their spots behind the bar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:11:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she broke the kiss, he just about pulled her back into and said fuck the door she is getting him here. But he allowed her to open it and then walk him into her home. It was large, and he was looking around, but not forgetting the temptress that he was with. He walked over to the bar and nodded to her about the shot. He looked at the bottle and saw that it was a rather pricey one. But it was known for being the best, and he was going to love licking it off her later. "Yes, a good shot, and then i am going to take off the darn clothes of yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Deal," Liz said with a smirk. She walked around the bar while he filled their glasses then she lifted hers in toast. "To a night of pleasure with no strings attached." She then downed her shot and slipped her jacket off, tossing it onto the sofa.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 20:40:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He toasted with her, and then downed his glass. He was too busy thinking about what to do to her first to even want to add anything to the toast. The vodka was very good, it was the best that he ever had. But he wondered how much better would it taste if she was the cup that held it. His mind was loving this thought, and held onto it for a few moments. He put his glass back down on bar, and kept the bottle. He looked at her, taking in her body, the way her whole body was now cover, having her buttons done back up because of the press. <em>I will have fun undressing her slowly, making sure that every part of skin I see, I like.</em> He walked over to her, and grabbed the glass from her, and set it on the bar, he looked at her eyes, just staring at her, like he was kissing her with his eyes. Then he pulled her over to the fire place, and set the bottle and an end table that was there. He then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body into his. He started to grind into her, and he kissed her, holding her lips with the kiss. His hand moved down to that ass that was taunting him before, and he felt it. It was firm, but gave to his hand, he cupped it and then gave it a squeeze, loving the way it felt. Her breasts where being pressed into his chest, and he was loving that too. Soon he would feel that nipples on his bare skin. His whole body was hot with need, and the vodka that they had had for most of the time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz kicked off her shoes and started to remove his clothes, wanting to see his body. As his shirt fell to the floor, she slipped off her nylons then raised her head slowly, drinking in his scent. "Bedroom." She grabbed the bottle and one glass and ran from the room, smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:35:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let her take off his shirt, and found her command to move tot he bed room rather sexy. He followed to into the bed room. He looked around it, but not for long, when she got near the bed, he stopped her, and started to nuzzle her neck from behind, and his hands moved to the buttons on her shirt. Those evil buttons, they where keeping her body from him, and he would have no more of it. He got one undone and then moved to the next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:39:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz purred as he undressed her, reaching back and undoing his pants, feeling them drop a tiny bit. "You have wonderful muscle tone," she whispered, placing a kiss on his left arm. Now that they had gotten to the sex part of the night, there was no rank, so to speak, they were equals in the bedroom. Liz didn't believe in having things any other way. That was one reason she refused to sleep with any of the senior partners.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:53:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He removed all of the buttons, and he was again surprised to find that she shirt was straining to come off, each button was holding on for dear life. When she undid his pants, he let out a soft sigh, almost too soft to be heard. He hummed at her complement and then felt down her curves. "Your curves are perfect, there blissful." He moved down to her skirt, moving around the waist band to find the hitch or button or zipping holding it up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 22:00:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz drew his fingers to the zipper and wiggled her ass at him. He was going slow. It was nice for a change. "Do you like to be tied up, Nicholas?" she asked, not caring if word of such got around the office. It could only help her reputation as someone not to mess with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:12:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ass wiggling making him want to just rip off skirt and throw her on the the bed, but that is why he liked it. He just about moaned at her question. "I liked to be tied up, and i love to tie up others as well." he smiled at her, and his fingers pulling down the zipper slowly, while his other hand moved up his stomach to her breast, feeling the fabric of her bra, then grabbing a hold of her breast, rubbing it a little rough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My place and my ties. I get to tie you first," Liz whispered with a glance over her shoulder. She turned and kissed him deeply, her tongue probing a bit then she slipped away to the nightstand. "Naked and on the bed, please," she said playfully while pulling out long navy blue silk ties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her, and kissed her back. When she broke the kiss and walked away from him, and then asked him to get naked, he nodded. He would allow her to tie him up first, and then he would have his fun with her later. He removed his pants and boxers, letting her see just how much she was effecting him. He climbed onto the bed and then laid down. "There you go, but I hope you can tie me down good, because I will try and get out of them." He smiled and then winked at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:42:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz laughed as she took his closer wrist to the headboard and tied it in place. "How's that?" she asked playfully as she stripped down to match his nakedness, her shaved pussy already glistening with a touch of her juices.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tested the tie, and found it to be to his liking. "That will do." He watched her strip down, and he could not take his eye off her body, just looking at him made more blood rush to his cock, making it even harder then before. He could see her pussy already wet, and he liked that. He started to reach out with his other hand to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 23:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz, knelt on the bed, slowly straddling him and left his hand free. "Grope now while you can," she said mischievously. "Your hands will be tied until I'm done sucking you dry."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:01:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He purred at her words, and did just that. He felt her breasts and her hard nipples. He rub it roughly, feeling it firm but softness. He moved his finger to the nipple, and rubbed it with just the tip of his pointer finger, moving it around in a circle, and putting pressure on it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz purred, enjoying the attention then she took his wrist and leaned over him, letting breasts hang over his face while she tied him to the headboard on the other side as she had done before. "How's this?" she asked with a soft whisper, leaving her breasts over him, feeling his hot breath hitting her skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the sound of her purr, he licked his lips, and when she bent over him to tie down his hand, he was loving it. He waited until she asked, and then he took one of those hard nipples into his mouth, and sucked lightly, his tongue moving down to mock the moving of his finger from before. The feel of her breast on his lips was wonderful, her skin was as soft as silk and he wanted more of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll take that as a yes." Liz giggled and rubbed her pussy against his erection, purring as his lips on her breasts felt so wonderful. "Let go and I'll get the vodka," she said, knowing she couldn't reach it from where she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:26:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her pussy rubbing his cock was just too much for him, he could feel her juices getting all over him, and he could not take it, he rocked his hips, making his erection rub into her more. When she said something about the vodka, he started to suck down more, and his hands strained at the ties more, trying ot get her not to leave, not to move away from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:29:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz felt the tugging on her breast and saw the straining of his hands and licked her lips. "You want me to skip the body shots?" she asked teasing his head with her pussy, not letting him inside as his cock was pressed at her by his motion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:32:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let go of her nipple, but only for a very fast moment. "Hurry and get it" he said, and not even a second later, his mouth was on her other nipple, and he let out a moan at the feel of her teasing his cock with her pussy, he tried to move his hips to get into her, but her hips would move just in the right way to keep it from happening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:35:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz sighed happily as he caught her other nipple. "I don't need any more shots," she whispered then she adjusted and slid onto him, just enough to cover his head with her soft wetness. "Unless you want me to stop what I'm doing..." her voice trailed off as she watched his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:42:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At her sigh he just let his tongue have its way with her nipple, rubbing it every way it could. When she felt his head slide into her, he moaned into her breast, loved the wetness, and how hot it was. He shock his head, letting her no that he did not want her to stop, and he pushed his hips up more, trying to get more of him into her, so he could feel everything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz lifted up a bit then rested her hands on his shoulders and slid onto him...slowly...a sweet tortuous journey for both of them until she finally hit his base and let out a tiny moan. "Let me know when you're close. I want to take your load in my mouth," she whispered as she started to ride him, slowly sliding up to his head and then back down to his base.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 01:08:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded at her request, and then enjoyed her rocking for as long as her could, and then started to move his hips to meet hers, his mouth still sucking on her nipple, and he hands trying to get out of the ties, to move to her hips and control her thrusts down on him. Her pussy was so wet, and it only made him even harder, wanting to hear her moan more, his thrusts up into her got harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 16:03:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moans came more frequently as he added his thrusts to her motion, which she sped up in response. His mouth on her nipple was driving her wild. She dug in her nails a tiny bit on his shoulders and slammed down on his shaft as hard and fast as she could then she wiggled her breast away from him so she could get a better angle and did it again, letting out a deeper moan. She'd hit her G-spot and she would continue to hit against him as hard and fast as she could, bringing herself closer and closer to climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 16:12:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moan coming for the action of both of them was like music to his ears. She sped up her own pumps and he moaned into her breast. He could feel the pressure building up in his groin, but it was a while until he was going to cum. When she wiggle her nipples and breast out of his reach, he tried to reach up to her, but the biding was holding him back. He cursed them under his breath, but soon that was gone out of his mind, as her moans started to come louder and her pounding onto him started to come faster. He pussy was so wet that it drenched his cock, and it had juices running down his balls, and onto the bed. He loved it, and he wanted more. "Take these things off me, I want to touch you, to feel you!" He was just made with need, and his hands and mouth not doing anything was diving him up the wall. But soon his head was thrown back with pure pleasure as she kept her movements going and he wanted her breasts bounce.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 17:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz heard him beg and smiled, keeping her rhythm going then she sped up again, too close to stop now. She let out a deep moan and then another then she slammed down one more time and screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, tightening her muscles, squeezing at his shaft as she rested down on him as hard as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 17:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she smiled he knew that she was not going to let him go, but not it was fine, he could wait to make her moan later. He increase in pace made his hips give and added jerk to each of her pumps down onto hi dick, and he knew that she was going to her orgasm soon, her walls where already started to contract on him. And then with a few more slams down onto him, she reached, and he felt it, her orgasm made her tighten down on him like a vice grip and not let go. He started to moan, and rock his hips when she stopped moved. "Oh god so close, don't stop now, cant stop now!" He was close to his own, and he kept rocking in hips, feeling his dick move in her, around. Feeling the added juices down to that wonderful pussy of hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 17:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing his voice, her own climax ebbing, she smiled. "Finish in my mouth." She slid off him then quickly down his body, swallowing his hard shaft into her mouth and relaxing her throat in one fluid, practiced motion. Clearly, she'd had her mouth fucked more than once before. <br><br>She sucked on him a bit, encouraging him to move and reached down to knead his balls with one hand, rubbing them against each other, enjoying their smooth texture, sticky with her juices. His pre cum hit her tongue and she sighed happily, loving the taste of semen mixed with her own cum.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 17:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her and started to rock his hips into her mouth. She knew just what to do to push him over the edge. He could no longer keep it back, all of his cum rush out of hit dick, hot and stick. His dick pulsed with each shot of it. He let out a happy moan and his hips went limp, but his dick stayed the way it was. "Oh god your going to get it." He was not a treat or a promise, it was just a statement. He smiled to himself, thinking of the way she screamed before, and how he was going to make her scream again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 18:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled and licked him thoroughly before letting him go then she kissed him deeply, sharing their combined flavors with him. Ending the kiss, she ran her fingertips along his chin and checked the time. They were fine, plenty of night left for sleeping before work the next day. "You want me to untie you now?" she asked, as if he hadn't already asked her to. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 18:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her lick him clean, and then her come up to him and share there flavors with him, and he loved it. He kissed her back hungrily, and then he licked her lips before she pulled away." He smiled at her when she ask. "Now, or you better start pleasing me more." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 20:04:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz laughed and untied his wrists, staying over him with her body pressed firmly against him, her soaked pussy against his navel. "You want the vodka body shot first?" she asked as she started nibbling his chin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 20:12:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as his hands where loose, they went to her hips, and made her rub into him a little bit more then she already was. "Yes, get the bottle, we need to do that." He smiled at her, and then nibbled on her shoulder, waiting for her to get up and grab the bottle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 20:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz held his wrists, running his hands down her side, pushing off of him while getting off the bed. She came back with the bottle and poured one shot in the glass then smacked his hip playfully. "Out of the way so I can lay down, lover." He was a fun one, far more than she'd expected and she was quickly very, very glad that she'd accepted his invitation to dinner. As awkward as things had started between them, she was hopeful now. So long as their bedroom activities didn't interfere with work, she could easily see them romping together again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 20:30:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her walk away from him, her ass swaying from side to side, and he wondered if that was just her normal walk, or was she messing with him again. When she returned with the bottle and the glass, he got up after the playful tap and her words. He took the bottle and then glass from her, thinking about where he was going to take a shot first. Should it be those breasts that taunt him the most out of her body everyday, maybe from between her legs, the source of his pleasure from before, and the soon to be pleasure to come. He could not pick. He looked over her body, feeling it. And then he knew where.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled up at him, running one of her hands along his inner thigh. He was sticky and smelled of their sex, very alluring. "Warming it for me with your hand first?" she asked curiously, wondering why he hadn't poured the shot into her navel yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her. "Sorry, I was just taking a moment to look over your body, and fully take it all in." He smiled, and he moved the glass up to the bottom of her breasts, and then slowly poured it there and watched it run down and gather up in her navel, when he was done pouring, the liquad was about to over flow, so he started to lick and suck it up, to not waste it. Then he licked up the trail to where he poured it at. "Your body makes the bottle taste much better. Its almost cheap with out your added extra little something. He reached up and tied her hand to the bed posts with the same ties. "Now its my turn to have a little fun with you. He kisses back down her body, slowly making his way to her waist line.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:30:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled at his compliments, liking that he was still sweet and a touch innocent in the midst of naughty play. He was far more complex than she realized. That was good. Hopefully with some guidance from Allison, he would go far with his career, as she had.<br><br>His lips and tongue on her were sending shivers along her spine and rekindling the heat between her legs. As he tied her hands, she licked her lips with sweet anticipation of where his lips would land next. He was most certainly heading in the right direction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached her waist line, and he kissed all the way around it, from side to side, then me moved down one of her sex lines with his tongue trailing on her skin. Her smell hit him full on, it was not too musky, but it was heavy with the smell of sex and fresh arousal. He took in the smell, loving it. He moved down to her folds, and licked up them, not moving too fast, because he would smother the feeling if he did. No, he wanted her to feel every little thing he did, his breath fanning out over her pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz shivered a bit as his lips trailed her lines, causing a slight tickling sensation. She held back on saying anything, though, and then let out a sigh, lifting her hips as his breath was on her pussy, still throbbing from earlier. She held the ties for leverage and lifted her legs to wrap them around him, nudging his mouth down to her soaking wet heat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 21:51:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His tongue moved down to her folds, and then probed them. He licked for the very bottom of them, all the way up to the top of them. His tongue moved down and finds the little hard nub of flesh, and started to rub it with the tiip of his tongue, in a slowly circular motion. One of his hands moved down to her, and moved under his chin, finding itself right at her pussy. He lightly pushed pressure on her lips, just letting her know that his finger was there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz writhed a bit, holding him close, keeping him tight to her body and then pressed down at the feel of his finger, wanting to draw it in, just not quite able to do so. "Tease," she said playfully then she lowered one of her feet to spank his ass for being a brat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:17:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pushed his finger into her slightly, and then pulled out. "Your dam right I am a tease." He returned his tongue to it work, and his finger starts to probe her slowly, pushing in. He hooks it up, hitting the bundle of nerves that lay just behind that bone, and he starts to rub it, slowly with this tongue, matching speeds and everything.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:24:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz relaxed, her legs laying heavy on his lower back, her breathing a bit heavier with a tiny moan escaping now and then as he explored and probed inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took her clit into his mouth, and sucked on it, his tongue still rubbing it. His finger rubs that little bundle of nerves all around, making sure to use just the right amount of pressure on it. He hummed into her clit knowing that it would giving her a little vibration on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:31:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz closed her eyes and relaxed her arms above her, letting the sensations sweep over her, her juices starting to flow heavier and hotter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 22:33:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling her juices flowing out of her, he let go of her clit and started to lick them up, not wanting to waste a single drop of her pleasure. His finger moved more and more, started to rub harder, but not hard enough to move. "You like this?" He asked, already knowing the question, as his tongue returns to her clit, and his teeth lightly brush over it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz opened her eyes, gazing at the ceiling. Why was he asking her that? "You're doing fine, lover." She said after a long moment, hoping that would be satisfactory to him then she closed her eyes and re-focused her attention on his touches to her most sensitive areas, letting her passion start to build even more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:04:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He noted that she was not a sex talker and that was fine with. He doubled the efforts of his tongue and finger, and he pushed in another finger, helping him to play her like an interment. He loved the feeling of her pussy so wet and hot for him, and it was throbbing too. Soon it would take everything he had to not just mount her and fuck the shit out o her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:07:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the addition of another finger, she moaned and pressed down onto him, showing her definite liking of the move. He was getting her closer faster now, her hands holding the ties while her hips began shaking, her ass pulled tight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:14:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt her body getting close to her climax again, her release. He started to rub her clit hard with his tongue, and both of his fingers started to pump in and out of her, while rubbing the nerves in her. He was going to make her cum again, and then he was going to lick it all up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz bucked at his increased efforts and unfolded her legs, pressing the bottoms of her feet against his ass. Her hips shaking and her feet pushing, her hands pulling at the ties, she cried out her pleasure, coming hard, her toes curling to dig into his ass as all her muscles tightened in reflex. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 23:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not stop when she started to cum, really he started to move his fingers down from the bundles of nerves at the top of her pussy, to the bottom, switching so force her to have another organism before this one was over. He started to lick up all of her cum, loving the taste of it and the feel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His movement from one wall to the other inside her made Liz dizzy in a most delightful way. "Yes!" She shouted at him and groaned, wanting him to keep going, her breathing nearing a pant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:25:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did just that, kept on going, kept his finger moving, pushing, rubbing. He was licking, and sucking, and nibbling on her clit. His tongue was pushing on it with the flat of her tongue, trying to milk another cum out of her. His down need for her was growing so much that his dick was started to throb, and he would not be able to hold out for much longer, but just long enough to give her another release with his finger and mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:48:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz felt her orgasm hit and lifted her torso as she cried out. She smiled and blew a kiss to him then closed her eyes and threw her head back, taking a deep breath, her breasts heaving with her chest as her body went over the edge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 00:53:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her and licked up all the juices that wanted to come out. After he was done he started to kills up her body again, reaching her naval and licking around it, then moving up more. He was not done with her, she only had two from him giving her pleasure, he was going to make sure to get at least one more out of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 01:00:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What next, Nicholas?" she asked with a breathy tone. "You seem to still have ideas for me?" she asked with a tease in her voice as she raised her right leg to stroke his hard shaft. Her hands might be out of the picture, but she could still participate. Her left foot ran along the inside of his right leg, steadily rubbing at his skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 01:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her teasing tone, and he gave her one back. "Only the best part" He kept on kissing up her body, and her legs was doing wonders to him, and he was very lucky to have her tied down right now, or he was sure that he would have caved to her touch. He moved up, moving his dick to her pussy, while his mouth went to those breasts of hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 01:49:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz arched up, pushing her breasts at him first then she raised her pelvis, teasing the end of his cock with her pussy. "Come and get her then, lover," she whispered, her body ready to take his best shot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:01:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He started to suck on her nipple, and then he thrusted hard into her, knowing that she is already ready for her. He started to pound hard and fast into her, the bed shaking for the force of his impacts on her body. He could feel her breast moving around as he does, but he hold onto the nipple with his mouth, sucking and licking it as his cock was pounding into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz went with his motion, feeling the tugging on her breast, knowing it was going to leave at least a tiny bruise behind. She smiled at the thought and then moaned as he hit one of her most sensitive spots. "There...back up..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:43:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved back to the spot, and worked it, trying to get another moan from her, waiting to see if he moved to the spot or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:51:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes..." her breathy tone morphed into another moan. "Harder."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 03:21:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed her order, and have it to her hard, he made sure to remember the spot for a later use. His hand moved to her other breast, and pinched her nipple and twisted it a little.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her moans became deeper and longer as he pounded her nice and hard like she liked it. "Yes, lover, so good..." She lifted up and licked her lips, using her tongue, motioning him to come in for a kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 04:55:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not go right for her lips, but he kissed up her body to her collar bone, and then skipped to her lips, a deep passionate kiss, holding her there as he pounded into her, hard and fast as he could. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 05:22:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz strained against the ties, kissing him deeply, moaning into his mouth, the new angle quickly affording her the release she sought. Moaning into his mouth, she came, enveloping his cock in warmth and clamping down on it again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 05:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she clamped down on him he started to feel him own release coming. He sat up and pulled out of her, just in time to coat her breasts and belly in his cum. There was so much of it, way more then before. He looked at her, covered in his cum, and it was a wonderful sight. he bent down and started to lick off the cum on her body, and when he hand enough to share, he took it up to her and kissed her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 16:52:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz felt a sense of loss as he pulled out of her and opened her eyes to watch him mark her breasts and belly. She smiled at him and licked her lips then welcomed him to her mouth as he offered his to her, the saltiness of his cum mixed with the sweetness of his mouth, giving Liz another tiny rush and she pulled her legs up to wrap them around him again, pulling him in tightly against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 18:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her leg pull his body back to her. He finishes the kiss and goes down to finish licking off all the cum from her breast, making sure to play with the nipples a little more then needed, and rocking his hips into hers the whole time. He reaches up and unties her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 18:52:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz stretched as her hands were released and then rubbed her wrists a tiny bit. "That was scrumptious, lover." She ran her hands along his broad chest. "Shower alone or together? We need to sleep soon."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 18:55:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kissed each of her wrists and just smiled. "We helped each other get dirty, so we should enjoy getting each other clean."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 19:09:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz giggled and nudged him off her, getting herself up off the bed. "We can't take too long." She kissed him again and swatted his ass then headed to the hall linen closet. "You want one towel or two?" she called back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 19:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One is going to be fine." He got up and stretched a bit. He looked over at her, still naked, and very conferable with him looking over it. There was a few more things that he wanted to do to her body, before this night was done, and he was not going to take no for an answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 19:30:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One it is then." Liz walked through carrying an extra large towel for him and went directly into the bathroom, starting the water. "Coming? I don't want the steam to get out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 19:41:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked after her, shutting the door behind him. He took the towel from her and set it down on the counter. He felt the water, and it was fine, so he spanked her and then climbed into the shower, letting the water run down his body, getting his hair wet and making his body shine. "Come a little closer."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 19:52:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Games are over for the night, Nicholas," she said while joining him in the shower. "We clean up then get some sleep." She took the bar of soap and ran her hands under the water, making a lather before setting the bar back down. "Turn around and I'll scrub your back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 19:56:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked over her and saw that she was not being anything but drop dead serious. He turned around, so his body faced the water, and his back was free for her to scrub up. As he did, he wondered if they where going to clean each other, or was they just going to do each others backs. "Yes, we do need sleep before work tomorrow." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 20:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She started to scrub his back and placed a tiny kiss to the back of his neck. "Yes, we do. Next time we should go out when we don't have work hanging over our heads the next day." She didn't want to be mean. She truly did like playing with him, but, damn it, they had responsibilities. They weren't a couple of carefree college students who could fuck all night and drag their asses to where they needed to be the next day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 20:51:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her words, happy that she could not see his face. She just told him that they where going to be able to go out again. "Yes, maybe a Friday or over the weekend. That would be better for both of us." He scrubbing was making him relax, and he was enjoying it, it was almost like a rub down. "Your just too skilled with your hands."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 21:17:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks." She worked down to his bum. "You're pretty good, too." She finished scrubbing him and kissed the back of his neck. "We'll see how my work load is and play it by ear. Do your research for me early enough in the week and a Friday could just be in the cards."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 21:25:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded. "I will do that, because not having a time limit would give me the time needed to try out many, many more ideas I have for you. Now its your turn, turn around and i will scrub your back." He grabbed the soap, and worked up a fine lather ready to scrub away any dirt, juices, and sweat that could be there, as well as work away any of the stress that could be in her body. He could tell most of the time that she needs something, a stress relief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 04:52:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz nearly purred as his hands ran over her. They were wonderful. "Would a full body massage be on your list by chance?" she asked playfully. She loved massage and would prefer to get one in the privacy of her home without having to pay for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 05:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes it would be, I am rather skilled in them, taking a class for a year about it, learning in turn what muscles, and everything about them, to rub or to put pressure on and how much. I will make sure to give you my best." He started to feel down her back, and felt a lot of tightness in her lower back and shoulders. "And I think you need one as much as I would like to give them, maybe after this shower I can work on your shoulders for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 21:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz shook her head. "As sweet as the offer is, no. I need my rest." She turned and traded places with him to get under the water. "So do you." She kissed him then leaned back to rinse off before quickly cleaning the rest of herself and rinsing again. "Here you go." She handed the soap to him then watched with a smile, taking in his body, not wanting to just dart off and leave him alone to finish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 23:04:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched her soap up her body, scrub it. It was one of the most sexiest things he had ever seen in his life. He watched as her hands passed over her body with years of practice and know how. He fingers brushing over her nipples, and watching her wash down those long legs of hers could make any man hard, even himself, and it did. He did not like showing that he was rather turned on by her simple actions of washing herself, but he had no choice. When she handed him the soap, he lathered up some and started to scrub down his chest, making sure not to miss any spot. He then moved down to his crouch, and stroked his dick a few times, and them scrubbed his balls. He moved down his legs, making sure to get his feet and in between his toes. He could feel her eyes watching him the whole time, taking in his body and the movements that he was doing. He liked it, but he did not do anything that was abnormal for his scrub down. After he was all done with his body, he lathered up some soap in his hands and washed his face, and then he moved into the water, she was close, and he could feel her body on his, but he let his body get washed off, and tried to not react to her body pressing into his own. It was hard, but he made it.<br><br>He smiled at her and pulled her out of the shower when she was down, and then moved to the towel, he wrapped it around her and started to dry her off. He was not caressing her at all, but he did enjoy feeling her breast and body through the some what rough fabric of the towel. he made sure to dry out her hair a bit, and then moved down her body. "I just wanted to dry you off after getting you wet, that was all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 23:34:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz followed his lead, letting him dry her and smiled tenderly, pulling him in for a kiss once he was done. "You did a wonderful job, Nicholas." She sighed, wondering how best to put her words. "Don't feel you need to wait on me. If you want to do things for me, I'll accept them, but only because you want to do them, not because you feel obligated for some reason." This was probably sending off red lights in his head. She wouldn't be surprised if it did. She was terrible at relationships, so awkward compared with when she was working. And the worst part was that the guys never told her exactly what had chased them away, so she second-guessed herself, even as she pushed ahead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 00:20:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled her close, the towel still wrapped around her waist, but her chest was bare as it pressed into his own. "That is fine, and I will tell you this, I did not do a single thing tonight that I did not want to do. Even the stuff you told me to do, I wanted to do them because they would pleasure you or please you. So don't worry about me. He smiled and pulled her to her bed. He rolled over into it. He had dried himself at the same time as her, and he pulled her into the bed next to him, not even worrying about the clothes or anything. He wanted to make her feel fine around him. To just relax fully and be herself, so he thought that laying there with him, just about naked would help. He smiled and moved her head to his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 00:32:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She let him guide her, relaxing at his touch and his self-confidence. He could still be brash and annoying, she was certain of that, but right now, his hand was light and well-meaning, as if he wanted to care for her. A man hadn't treated her that way in quite some time, and she didn't realize how much she missed it until just then.<br><br>Lying on his shoulder, she crossed one leg over his and let one hand rest on his chest. "My treadmill is big enough for two if you can keep up with me in the morning," she whispered as she closed her eyes. Guest or not, she fully intended to run her ten miles before work and that was a big part of why she needed her sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 00:38:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He started to relax at her own relaxation. He was happy that she was just laying there when she spoke up. "I would like that, and I will try my best to keep up with you." He said, he did not want to miss his own run in the morning, and someone to run with would be a change then his normal solo run. He had one mental image of her in a sports bra and panties, and he let out a happy sigh, and shut his eyes. He ran his hand down her hair, until it was down her back, and he then wrapped it around her, just feeling like holding her in his arms. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:07:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled, hearing his breathing slow and pressed in a little tighter then drifted off to sleep.<br><br>The next morning, the alarm went off and Liz went into motion. She turned it off and kissed Nicholas with a smile. "Good morning, lover. I'll be at the treadmill in 30." She brushed her fingers through his hair quickly then she went to the kitchen to get some coffee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:15:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He started to wake up with the alarm that went off, but then her kiss woke him up all the way. He smiled and then kissed her back. "Alright, I will be ready." He watched her go, and then smiled and got up himself. He slowly pulls back up his boxers that he found on the floor. Then he starts to stress and he smells some coffee. "Can I get a cup of that, black please." It smell really good. And he could use a cup, since he was going to try and keep up with the sexy beast that he was going to run with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come help yourself," Liz called out, leaving a travel mug on the counter for him, taking her own filled one into the workout area where she turned on the morning news, the sound in digital stereo and the images in high definition. <br><br>With that in place, playing loudly enough to be heard in the bedroom or over the treadmill, she went to her dresser and pulled out her workout clothes...shorts and a sports bra...then journeyed to the bathroom for her morning ritual...teeth, face, pill, etc...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 02:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He finished stretching and head into the kitchen and found the mug that she left for him, and he got himself a cup of coffee. He like his black, maybe that is why he never liked coffee, but he could have it no other way. After he got his cup he walked back into the room, just in time to see her head into the restroom. He felt his face, and saw that he needed to shave before he goes into work, and he hopped that she does not point it out to him. He waited for her to be done in the bathroom, sipping on his coffee, so that they could start at the same time on the run.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 02:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz came out of the bathroom and kissed Nicholas, feeling the fine stubble on his face. She eyed him thoughtfully and ran her hands along his skin then smiled. "So you were in a hurry this morning and didn't have a fresh razor." She winked, having provided an excuse for him to use should anyone remark concerning his facial hair. <br><br>"We should get you a fresh shirt, though. I'll drop you at your place on the way in. I have an 8:00 conference call, so you'll still make it on time." She refilled her coffee mug, adding a bit of milk then she went to the tread mill and started her stretches, the news continuing in the background.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 02:30:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at her and was happy that she did not mind the stubble that was on his face. He nodded at her with her idea and then got up to follow her to the tread mill. He sat back and watched her stretch, showing his the fine muscles of her body that he would just have to feel later. He smiled and waiting for her to get on, not because he was trying to be nice, but because he wanted the view as he was running. He was going to enjoy this run, and the new was going to be a welcome change to the noise of the city.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 05:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz got on, hit the preset program and started to jog. "Just jump on and off as you're ready," she said then she focused her attention on the news, watching the headlines and ticker tape of the stock market as they scrolled along the bottom of the screen. That was of far more interest to her than the fluff that passed for news on most of the network news desks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 05:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her and then just jumped onto the tread mill, and he started to watch her butt as she ran. He wanted to reach down and touch it, but it was just not right yet, maybe a little later. He started to look up at her news, reading the stock market and then lending his ear the the sounds, but not really playing much attention to it. This was not a very fast pace, but he knew that she was going to do ten miles on it, and he was not going to let her think that he is weak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 14:54:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz enjoyed the warmth of his presence behind her on the treadmill, having not had a running partner in years. Most men weren't interested in staying the entire night, let alone joining her for morning activities. "You okay back there, lover?" she asked with a tease in her voice. He wasn't panting or showing any audible signs of difficulty, not that she expected he would be. She was asking more as a courtesy than anything else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 19:05:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and looked up form her ass for a moment. "I am fine, I am enjoying this run. Its been a very long time since someone joined me on a run." He looked back down to her ass. He was sure that she was running a certen way to make him look at it. But that just made him look all the more.<br><br>He started to wonder just how many miles they have done. He did not have his little step counter so he could not know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You used to have a running partner? When? Where? Here in the city?" Liz couldn't help but be curious. If she was going to see Nicholas socially and be intimate with him on a somewhat regular basis, it was only prudent to find out more about him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He liked that she was being a little curious. It showed him that he was trying to find things out about him, the person, not him the lover or him the worker. If he was a younger man he would have thought it was her trying to stake a claim in him and scare away all the other girls in his life. But he knew better now. He smiled and then answered her. "Not for many years. And since I have been in the city, you have been the only one I have ran with." He reached down and gave her ass a swat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:56:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz cringed slightly. "Not while I'm running...it throws off my pace." She didn't mind a playful smack now and then, but when she was exercising was not the time for play. "One more mile," she called back, the sweat now making a noticeable effect on her bra. She would have to peel it off before she showered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 00:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and nodded. It was going to take some time to learn when she liked things and when she did not. He was happy that when out of the office, she was not snappy at him when he did do something out of place. He smiled about having that boss back today, but his brain was already thinking about this weekend. He was going to make sure to spend the time this week doing his research on her, so she could give her a better time. He was panting down, and he was started to run out of energy. But he wanted to keep up with her, he wanted to run with her just a bit longer. He was now covered in sweat, but it was not dripping yet, it was just beading up on his skin. "I am going to need a shower after this." He said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 01:20:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We both will. You can use the hall bath. I need to get ready for the office." She increased her speed to sprint the last bit, as was her routine then when she hit the magic 10-mile mark, she slowed to a walk, grabbing her towel and coffee, wiping off her face before offering the towel back to him. "Five minute cool down and you can hit the shower."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:20:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He just about let his disappointment show in his face when she said that they would shower separately. "That's good, I would be too tempted to do something with you if we took one together." He smiled and then sped up his jog and when it finished he thanked god. He watched her dry off, and then did himself when she offered him the towel. He nodded and then walked over to his coffee that he set down on the table, making sure to use the coaster, because that is what they where there for. He sat down, his chest still breathing hard, his legs felt that ache, that would later feel good, once they relaxed. He looked over at her and wondered what she did in her five minute cool down, since this was her daily routine, and a little thought slipped into his head that he could make this his own routine, but he would change it to shower with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 22:21:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz continued on the treadmill, walking for five minutes to cool down without saying a word to Nicholas when she felt him get off. Each person had their own way of cooling down and avoiding any leg cramps. Once she was done with the cool down, she turned off the machine and the TV. <br><br>"I'll meet you in the kitchen in 20," she said with a tiny kiss then she went to her bathroom where she would stretch during her shower, as she typically did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 22:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got up after her kiss and nodded to her. "See you then." He walked off into the hall, to find the other shower. It took him only a minute to find it, but then he did. He washed up, making sure to rub his legs to remover the little ache that was in them. He then made sure to wash down his body, washing away all the sweat that had built up on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz walked into the kitchen dressed in her navy pinstripe suit, her skirt falling just above her knees, a white button front blouse to match the pinstripes and her navy dress shoes with the supportive box style heels. She refilled her thermal mug then put two sausage, egg and Cheddar breakfast wraps into the microwave. She was sitting at the table about to eat hers as Nicholas walked into the room. <br><br>"I have a cab coming to the front door for us in 10. We'll drop you at your apartment first," she said with a smile, trying to not sound too professional, although she was already slipping into the office mentality for the day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:16:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked back into the kitchen, fully dressed, and he was thankful that none of his clothes where messed up, other then his shirt. It had a few wrinkles, but he was going back to his place to grab a new tie and shirt so he did not look like he is wearing the same thing.<br><br>As he entered the room, he smelled something wonderful. "That is fine, just enough time to enjoy other cup of coffee." He walked over to the pot, and refilled his cup. He sat down and smiled at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:33:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz finished eating then wiped her mouth before stepping over and placing her plate in the dishwasher. "Salsa dancing is good, too...if you don't want to do ballroom," she said, her mind on their next potential date, not quite sure how this had happened. She hadn't gone looking for him or any guy to go out with. He'd just been there and asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 23:45:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ate the wrap that she had given him, and the did the same as her. "I love to salsa, you read my mind. I was going to see if there was any places we could go and dance, that is not a nightclub." He smiled and then drank the last of his coffee, and washed out the cup, setting it down in the sink, not knowing if it went in the dish washer or not. He washed off his hands and dried them of the towel that was hanging there. "I was thinking, Dinner, then dancing, then drinks. After all that, depending on how the night went, it could end there or continue."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 00:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz smiled while grabbing her briefcase that Allison had been kind enough to drop over for her last evening. The door man was accustomed to Allison dropping off things for her and fancied her, so it worked out well for all concerned. Liz sometimes wondered if the doorman and Allison ever went out, but she didn't pry. Allison was a killer poker player and you couldn't read her no matter how hard you tried. She only let you see what she wanted you to see - a lesson Liz had learned well from her.<br><br>"Our taxi is waiting." She opened the door and motioned for him to go through first so she could get one more close look at his ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 00:55:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked over and passed her by the door, he was hopping that she was going to walk ahead of him, so he can get a few more looks at her ass, before he had to be a good little boy. But he was happy when he looked back to see her locking the door, and got a great view of her ass. Her skirt was hugging it just the right way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 03:12:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz turned and smiled at Nicholas as they got into the elevator. "I emailed the research I need done to you this morning from my BlackBerry. I want an angle to use on the opposition to force them into settlement. Don't give me gossip or hearsay. I want something like they didn't fund their pension plan adequately, they're late with filing whatever with whomever." The exited on the ground floor and headed for the main entrance, their cab parked outside. "I want something that will embarrass them and expose them to either fines or a lawsuit due to their negligence. It will likely be an innocent oversight on their part, but it's their tough luck if we find it before their auditors do." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 04:02:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded to her as they went down the elevator. Right now they where in there work relationship. He did not mind. He knew that they had to be this way, and he was fine with that, but the more she bossed him around while they where at work, the more he was going to boss her around in bed. That thought made him smile as the left the building, and climbed into the cab. He waited for her to get in, until he told the cab driver where to go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 15:45:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping into full office mode, Liz pulled out her BlackBerry to review the notes she needed for her 8:00 conference call, barely noticing where they were going. When the cab stopped and she recognized that they were very close to the office, she smiled. No wonder his address had looked so familiar to her when she'd reviewed his resume. She'd driven by this street, crossed it more times than she could recall, but she'd never been down it. <br><br>"Nice building," she said peeking out the window then she leaned over and kissed him, just lips to lips, but with a heat and passion that told him she had no regrets for taking him as her lover. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 17:16:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He returned the kiss, matching the passion that she put into it. He smiled at her and she got out of the cab and then he moved to go up to his building. He opened the door and walked up the stairs, he only lived on the second floor and it would be fast for him to just take the stairs and not waste his time with the elevator. Once he was on the second floor he walked over to his door and pulled out his keys and unlocked it, walking in and into his bed room. He pulled out a fresh shirt and tie and then dressed in them kind of quickly. Then he headed back down the stairs, trying to hurry it up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 17:25:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz gave the driver more than enough to cover the fare and left the cab, choosing to walk the rest of the way. She wouldn't have to walk far and it would give her time to think about her meeting, running some scenarios through her mind, and a chance to stop for a latte. Usually, she left her car at the office then walked down the street to get the drink, and the time alone with her thoughts was very beneficial for her. Besides, she didn't want to be seen arriving at the office at the same time as Nicholas. They were casual lovers, not a committed couple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 17:57:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he came back down from his room and he found the cab gone, he just smiled and started to walk to work. He just thought that she had to hurry up and get to her meeting and soon. It would also be a good thing because now they would not be getting out of the same cab at the office. He would not mind doing that, because he did not really care about the office said. But he know that Liz did not want that to happen at all. So he was going to give her what she wanted at work, and that was a normal boss/employee relationship. He could do it so it was not something that was too hard for him to do. He walked up to the lobby of the office, and got into the elevator and started to go up to there floor. Once he was there he walked over to his desk and started up his computer. As it was starting up he looked at the pile of work that was on his desk. He really did not know if these people where just being lazy or not. There was mail from people who's cubicles was right next to the person it was addressed to. He was going to have to have a talk with all of them about it. It would take them no longer then ten seconds to hand it to them, while it would take long for him to do a mail run for them. It was just not making scene just how lazy some people could be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:04:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Friday came and Liz arrived at the office with her garment bag in hand, garnering a curious eye from Allison, who followed her into Liz's office and closed the door behind them. <br><br>"I'm sorry. Did I miss putting an event on your calendar this evening?" Allison asked, fearing she had missed a memo. Typically, her boss only brought her garment bag in when she was dressing up for an evening meeting or social soiree of some sort.<br><br>"No, you didn't." Liz hanged the garment bag on her coat rack and gave Allison a tiny smile before sitting down at her desk and setting up her laptop for the day. "Tell Nicholas I need that research first thing this morning. My first meeting with these guys is at 1:00."<br><br>"Yes, ma'am," Allison said, knowing when she was being dismissed. Whoever was meeting her boss after work was a lucky man. Rarely did Liz make time for non-work related social activities, so far as Allison was aware. Every cocktail party, dinner, show, or most anyway, were strategic, designed to allow an opportunity for networking and Allison had notes on Liz's calendar concerning them all for easy future reference.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:11:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas had came in early today, he had some research that needed to be done for Liz and he did not want to make her mad, least of all today. He saw when she came in, and he smiled, but he made no move to great her at all. He just kept on the research, he was almost done he hopped, unless something popped up at the last second to make me look up more, and shift through all the false statements and find that one bit of truth that is the diamond in the rough.<br><br>He was just about to print out what he had so far, and put it together when the phone rang. He picked it up and answered it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allison walked over to Nicholas' desk and placed a handwritten note in front of him on her way to the break room for coffee.<br><br><em>She needs your research ASAP.</em><br><br>Meanwhile, Liz weeded through her emails and voice mails, making her three lists: high priority, low priority and give to Allison. It was amazing after all this time that some people whined in her direction about things. She was not the office manager. She had oversight of Allison and to a degree Nicholas. The rest of the office needed to stop crying to her about their inner wranglings. She was not going to take sides with anyone over anything. Hell, she didn't even do that with the senior partners, so why should she do it with anyone else at the firm?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:29:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was one of the people out in the cubicles that was too lazy to get a file for herself, and she was trying to use a sexy voice, talking to him about her legs, and just how long they where. He was about to say something a little harsh when Allison walked over and slipped a note on his desk. He nodded to her and pulled the note to him. He read it and nodded to himself. "Well, if you have such nice legs, why don't you use them and get the files yourself. I am a little busy right now." He hung up the phone and started to work on the report a little more. Finally finishing them, he printed them out, read over them to make sure his work was perfect, he put them all together, and walked over to Allison's desk. He knew that she did not like anything to be given to her unless she asked for it personally. He smiled when he thought about what she would be asking for tonight if everything went as planned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:33:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Allison took the report with a non-committal nod. "I'll get it to her." She rose to her feet and went into the office then returned a short time later. "She wants to discuss it with you," she said with a tiny wave toward the door. "Her meeting is at 1:00. She'll expect you to leave her alone no later than noon." With the instructions given, Allison then sat down at her desk and resumed what she was doing previously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:37:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled and then nodded at the instructions. He walked over to the door, and walked in, then shut the door behind him. He walked over to the chair and sat down. "You wanted to talk with me about my research?" He did not think anything was wrong with it, but maybe she wanted to know why he had included a few things in the report that he thought was needed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:43:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz nodded then went through each page of his report, asking him to clarify certain items that caught her eye, making sure she was clear of why he'd placed it into the report and why he'd placed in the location that he had. One question led to another, not challenging, but inquiring, so that Liz was as familiar with the thought process behind the report as with the material in the report itself. <br><br>"Very good, Nicholas. That will be all," she said dismissing him, needing to finish her preparations for the meeting alone. The confidential client material, she could not review with him present.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 20:50:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He answered each of her questions as quickly as he could, giving her clear reasons why he put everything in the report and where. He did not give her too much information, just what she wanted. After he gave him the clear dismissal, he got up and started for the door, but he looked back and took one last look at her. It was not a sexual look, just a look of longing. It was quick and he was out the door and back on his way to his desk. He had a few more things to take care of before he was going to lunch. And he thought that he might be able to pick up the gift he likes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 04:49:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Wrapping up for the day, Liz locked her office door and used the remote to close the vertical blinds that covered her windows, hiding the view of the nearby skyline. Most likely no one would be looking into her office to see her change at this height, but it was best to be safe. She slipped off her business suit, lying it on her chair, leaving her black strapless bra and matching panties and hose on then slipped on the low back, short cocktail dress that she'd carried in her garment bag. She looked in the mirror and added pearls then touched up her make up and packed away her suit in the bag, hanging it on the door to take home on Monday. <br><br>She smoothed the dress with her hands and admired the amount of cleavage that showed - teasing, but not tramp-like. She was as ready as she was going to be for her date...just one more thing. She used the remote to reopen the vertical blinds, unlocked her door and settled in at her desk then turned on her cartoons to help her relax.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 05:00:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas was watching the minutes drag by, hopping for the day to go by faster, and only making it go by slower. He was doing his work as fast as he could to make sure that he would have it all done by the time he was going to go into her office and ask her if she was ready. When everyone was gone from the office and he was done with the work that he had, he got up and moved to a drawer that held a new shirt for his date. It was a deep red, that would go perfect with his black pants.<br><br>As soon as he was down dressing up his shirt, he left the top two buttons open, letting some of his chest be seen. He walked over to her office, and he herd her cartoons going, and he smiled. He then remembered about the gift he got her. He walked back to his desk and pulled out some flowers. There was only four of them, but two of them where roses, and two where tulips. He hopped she liked them, the roses are red, and the tulips are a white. He walked back to her office door, and knocked on it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 17:10:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz heard the knock at the door and figured it was most likely Nicholas, so she let her cartoons continue. Even if it was someone else, she'd be able to turn them off quickly enough. She hated to interrupt Bugs Bunny though, if she could avoid it. He was conducting the symphony in this one, so no dialogue, just visual and music were playing and that was hardly intrusive for someone to have a conversation with her. <br><br>"Come in," she called out, her hand unconsciously reaching up to fix her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 17:17:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At her words, he opened the door and walked in with the flowers behind his back, only to see the top of her dress, and her hair. He was stunned. He did not see her bring in the bag, so he thought that they where going to have to drop off at her place for her to dress or go as she was. But he was rather surprised at this. He smiled and then walked in, shutting the door behind him, he moved over to her desk, not saying a word. He was going to let her finish her show, but he moved around her desk so he could watch it too. He was not going to give her the flowers just yet, maybe after she was done with her Cartoons he would.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:50:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hi," Liz said with a smile. "It's almost over." She stayed in her seat, watching the cartoon, feeling his breath on her and held back a tiny sigh. Now that work was over for the day, she could allow herself to view Nicholas as her lover, not as her researcher, and she definitely enjoyed the view. As the cartoon ended and the credits rolled, she stopped the DVD and started to shut down her laptop. "Do I get to see what you're hiding or do I have to guess?" she asked playfully. She would kiss them once they were out of the building. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenAngelNajdan</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 00:05:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He loved the sigh that he let out when he got close to her, and he enjoyed the rest of the cartoon. It was a funny one, and he let out a few small laughs before it was over. Then he moved back to let her get up, making sure to keep the flowers hidden behind his back. "I think you will have to guess, but you only get one guess." He gave her a small playful grin, and then waited for her guess. He was not going to not show her, but he knew that a small game for her to get her gift would be a light mood breaker to get them into there.. after hour moods.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Stress Relief (Najdan &amp; Spunky)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spunky</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 00:36:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz eyed him mischievously and licked her lips. "Keys to a new Rolls?" she asked facetiously. That red shirt on him looked fantastic!
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