Dream Job (C&M)
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				Title: <strong>Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 23:36:40</strong>
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				Nervous, her lap bounced as she held her transcripts, resume and other documents held tightly in a folder in her hand.&nbsp; She knew the man behind those big doors probably had them already, but she didn’t want to disappoint if he wanted to see them.&nbsp; She licked her lips, seeming flirty as a bird to the temporary secretary she was so nervous, jumping at every little sound.&nbsp; She’d gone to school to own her own business someday, but with lack of jobs in her past, no one wanted to hire her.&nbsp; Schooled and with a 4.5 average gained through MANY honors classes in high school and college, it still amazed her that people wouldn’t hire her just because she’d only held two temp jobs during high school and college.&nbsp; Was experience really that important?&nbsp; She supposed so.&nbsp; <br><br>However, if what she’d heard about this job was right, all she’d need to do is hold on for a year or so and she’d be able to walk into any firm or business and get hired.&nbsp; She only hoped she’d be considered, unable to help but see the blond next to her.&nbsp; She swore there was no way her…&nbsp; Girls were real.&nbsp; She wasn’t small, a good C, but the woman next to her made her feel as if she were flat chested.&nbsp; Noticing her fidgeting legs, she stilled them, taking a deep breath and pushing her dark hair behind her ear.&nbsp; She watched as another blond left.&nbsp; Looking white happy with herself, shit…&nbsp; It was beginning to look like another month of unpaid bills.&nbsp; She bit into her lip before noticing what she was doing and startling, shit shit shit!&nbsp; She placed her paperwork besides her, pulling her lipstick out of her purse and reapplying.&nbsp; A dark red shade, she was one of the few women truly able to pull off blood red.&nbsp; Just the lipstick and a little bit of eyeliner, a little foundation on bad skin days, and she was good to go as far as makeup went.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hair, however, was a nightmare.&nbsp; Currently placed in a neat bun with enough gell to sink a ship, it was the only way she could have it look presentable on her budget.&nbsp; When she was supported by her parents, she’d go to a salon once a week and let them work their magic on her curls, but with them saying it was time to fly on her own, she was stuck with it on her own.&nbsp; Without the magic cream that cost 200 bucks a day.&nbsp; Leaving her hair an unmanageable mess in the mornings.&nbsp; It had taken her two hours that morning to tame it.&nbsp; She looked up as the last personal assistant, the one that was quitting for bigger and better things – Damn it, another blond??? – poked her head out, “Julie Catterworth?”&nbsp; The blond by her, the only woman besides her left, stood up and with her ‘brilliant personality’ bounced her way into the office.&nbsp; She wondered if it would reflect on her future job opportunities if she left now.&nbsp; All blonds with boobs the size of mountains…&nbsp; That was all she’d seen.&nbsp; She liked her dark brownish-reddish-black hair.&nbsp; She liked her size C girls.&nbsp; Call her a woman with standards, but she was NOT changing her body for a job.&nbsp; <br><br>Things that could go wrong ran through her head as the other candidate was interviewed.&nbsp; She tried to keep her mind on staying still and not bouncing.&nbsp; Too late, though, she caught herself biting her lip and smearing her lipstick again.&nbsp; “Shit,” she cursed softly, going back into her purse, she applied it again hurriedly, afraid that she’d be called before she could get it on correctly.&nbsp; Managing that, she was surprised as the ‘brilliant blond’ came out, the first one she saw to burst out, crying and smearing her mascara down her perfect face.&nbsp; The woman surprising her so much she jumped and dropped her lipstick, a red spot staining her dark grey pinstripe suit – her last supporting gift from her parents.&nbsp; If she’d been any less of a woman, she would have broken out crying.&nbsp; Instead, she just cursed and grabbed one of the handkerchiefs from her purse, quickly and carefully rubbing at it so that the spot would be as small as she could make it.&nbsp; Her suit dark, it wasn’t too noticeable unless if someone looked at her with hawk eyes.&nbsp; Though…&nbsp; With her luck, it would be bulls eyed by the guy.&nbsp; She knew she was acting ridiculous, being so nervous, usually calm and confident, it just wasn’t her.&nbsp; But hell with it, she needed a damned job – and this one was a dream.&nbsp; “Katherine?&nbsp; Katherine Brahaven?&nbsp; Are you ready,” asked the quitting assistant, not looking too impressed, having seen the lipstick incident. Katherine looked up and nodded, “I-Yes, I’m ready…&nbsp; Sorry…”&nbsp; She quickly stood up, picking up her purse and the folder with her papers, she gave a nod to the assistant, “Thank you,” before walking in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 00:13:40</strong>
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				Dominic knew without the slightest doubt that he had clearly hired the wrong firm as he ran his hands back through his short salt and pepper hair. Although he was only in his early forties, his black hair began turning gray back in high school, and he couldn't be bothered to keep it dyed. While it had been a bit embarrassing in his 20s, by his thirties, he came to appreciate his distinguished appearance. People took him seriously, as if the gray had come bundled with wisdom. Of course now, he was 'the' Dominic Walker, and his wisdom in international law was unquestioned, and in high demand.<br><br>So then, why did it feel like he was auditioning for a dancer in a strip club instead of for a personal assistant? Yes, he'd asked that the candidates be young and attractive, given what he was honestly looking for, but he could have sworn he heard the wind whistle through that last girl's head. He was looking for someone who could assist him in all aspects of his life, not some big chested bimbo who'd blown her way to a business degree. As he stared out of the conference room's window, he rubbed at the back of his neck, wincing at the tension in his back and shoulders. This had been far harder than he thought. Perhaps he should have specified No Blondes, as if this were a casting call for a commercial or some such silliness.<br><br>He turned to face the next girl who walked in, looking rather skittish and disheveled. The the way she fidgeted instantly endeared him to her. He'd been nervous once, and also more importantly, he had a dominant personality which appreciated the way embarrassment brought out the color in a woman's cheeks. His pale blue, almost gray eyes looked her from head to toe, gazing zeroing in on the red spot on her jacket. An eyebrow arched as his eyes moved to her lips, noting the similarity in color before moving back to her eyes. He walked forward and offered her a hand, "Ms. Brahaven, a pleasure to meet you. And I'm sure you already know, I'm Dominic Walker, and I must admit that I've only been able to briefly look over your resume. Honestly, I've have so many candidates I'm concerned that the agency should have spent a bit more time screening so I could spend more time on quality candidates." His friendly smile suggested that he might consider her one of those candidates, or perhaps he was just smooth and trying to make her feel a bit more at ease.<br><br>His handshake was firm and professional, which matched the man. At an age where most men began letting themselves go, he was a dedicated gym rat and kept in excellent shape, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. He gestured to the conference table, "Please, sit down and tell me why you think you'd be a good fit for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 02:53:01</strong>
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				"Hello, Mr. Walker.&nbsp; As I'm sure your current assistant has told you, I'm Katherine Brahaven," she greeted him after he introduced himself.&nbsp; Her slight blush deepening just a little as she noticed that he was attractive, his smile actually working at making her calm down a little.&nbsp; Not quite what she expected.&nbsp; Yes, she did keep up with the news, especially international, and had heard of him several times.&nbsp; But, as of yet, she'd only seen a picture she thought was him as a younger age.&nbsp; In person, she could tell she'd been mistaken.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat down to the right by the seat she felt she was safe to assume was the seat he was using, a cup of coffee - still hot - and some scattered papers on the table in front of it.&nbsp; "Well, Mr. Walker, I know I'm a year older than most graduates at twenty five, but I'll assure you I spent my time in college wisely.&nbsp; In addition to my Bachelors in International Management, I have associates in Computer Science,as well as in Biology and I also used that time to take classes and become fluent in Chinese, Japanese, Mexican Spanish, and European Spanish.&nbsp; I'm afraid I'm still working on French and Italian...&nbsp; I managed a 3.99 GPA in my six years of school with over too hundred hours under my belt, an achievement that no one at my college or in the state has yet to make.&nbsp; It didn't leave that much time for a job..."&nbsp; Or social life...&nbsp; "But I think I did learn how to manage my time well considering I was taking over twenty hours a semester...&nbsp; I think my transcript shows that I'm a good worker and am willing to walk the extra mile to make sure my superiors are happy with my performance.&nbsp; With my time management skills, I should be able to shuffle around your schedule easilly so that you'll experience the minimum amount of stress for your job and just as a last add on...&nbsp; My study groups all said I make a mean cup of coffee."&nbsp; She said the last bit to be more of a joke, even though it was true, giving a soft smile as she said it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Just to make sure you had a copy, I did bring my resume and my transcript...&nbsp; I know that agency did find me, but they didn't ask me for anything...&nbsp; They just said for me to show up here.&nbsp; I brought some other things as well.&nbsp; Everything is in this folder...&nbsp; My resume first, college transcript second, high school transcript...&nbsp; I didn't know if you'd require them, but I also included documentation of my vaccinations as well as ten reccomendation letters from my professors at Ohio State University..."&nbsp; She'd thought of every damned thing she could of things he'd need.&nbsp; Her social security card and birth certificate in her purse, even.&nbsp; "If you want, I can leave you alone while you and perhaps your assistant look over it all, sir," she said, absentmindedly chewing on her lip again.&nbsp; She placed the folder on the table for him to take before placing her hands in her lap again, "I'm very versitile, and can usually adapt to situations quickly...&nbsp; I will admit, there are a few things that can knock me off my feet, but not many."&nbsp; She realized she was chewing her lip again and accidentally bit it in supprise, she hissed an 'ow' and winced, sucking on her lip a moment before running her tongue slowly over the small bite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 04:32:27</strong>
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				"It must be challenging, trying to get your foot in the door in such a competitive field without having done any internships." He accepted the folder and flipped it open, not seeming to notice her bite her lip. "I believe I've heard of your family name." He glanced up at her for a moment and asked, "Have your parents attended any diplomatic functions in Washington?"<br><br>While she was framing her answer, he looked back to the information she'd brought, reading it over while listening and nodding to what she had to say. She noticed that when he was skimming her transcripts, instead of looking at her grades, he was looking down the list of her instructors. As he refreshed himself with her details, he remembered the file the agency had sent on her. The headhunter said she'd applied at every firm of note on the eastern seaboard and had gotten nothing. That would explain the desperation in her presentation. That desperation combined with her education and potential just making make her an ideal candidate.<br><br>He looked back up to her, his cool eyes seeming to take her all in. The hair was a complete mess, but that could be fixed. She'd carried off that red lipstick very nicely, even if she'd nervously chewed some off, complete with red flecks on her teeth. The suit was passable, probably the best one she owned, considering the wear on her cuffs. Nice figure, and if she got the position, his gym routine would firm and tone whatever might not quite be to his tastes yet.<br><br>He liked this girl, but wasn't sure if that were based on her own merits, or the relative lack of merit of his other applicants. Of course, even were she perfect, she might not be interested. "You've provided me with a great deal of information to consider, Ms. Brahaven. So, I think I'll take you up on that offer. I want you to go make me a cup of coffee. A mean cup of coffee with two sugars and one cream. Real sugar, real cream. Consider it a test if you like, or just an excuse to speak candidly about you with my current assistant. When you return I'll try the coffee and have a few more questions for you."<br><br>"One more thing, before you go." He slid a piece of paper from a folder of his own over to her. "Consider this while you make the coffee. It's a complete explanation of the salary and benefits for this position. I assure you there are no errors on that sheet of paper. You might consider the perks excessive, but I assure you that if you're selected and accept the position, you will earn every penny. Questions before you go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 05:00:13</strong>
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				She shook her head, "Not right now, sir...&nbsp; Thank you."&nbsp; She took the paper before hurrying out to find the kitchenette she'd seen before to do as he asked.&nbsp; Two sugars, one cream.&nbsp; Real on both, she said to herself.&nbsp; She found it quickly, seeing that the coffee was stale, she pured it out and started a new pot, meanwhile getting hot water from the faucet, filling two mugs with the hot liquid, she set the mugs asside and went to find cream, sugar cubes on a try, she knew where that was, but the cream in the fridge elluded her.&nbsp; She looked and looked, finally seeing the stuff behind a box of chinese takeout that from the smell, she judged needed to be thrown out.&nbsp; If this was his office, her first self chosen duty would be to clean that fridge out!&nbsp; She grabbed the cream and dug through the doors without disturbing anything to find a spoon.&nbsp; Setting it by the sugar, she went and saw enough coffee for two cups had been filled.&nbsp; She went to the fridge then and got the ice cube tray out.&nbsp; She poured one cup of coffee, spilling out the water in the sink, putting the sugar and cream in before feeling the coffee with the tip of her finger.&nbsp; Definately too hot, he'd burn his tongue.&nbsp; She put an ice cube in and felt again, continuing for another ice cube - two total - before judging it was still steaming but not burning.&nbsp; She then filled the other, putting cream and sugar in it with two ice cubes.&nbsp; She let that sit a minute as she gulped down the other cup - she wasn't about to let the coffee go to waste - and cleaned it before grabbing a tray and putting his cup on it.&nbsp; <br><br>She considered getting him a snack of some sort from the cubbords, but then she really would seem desperate.&nbsp; She brushed her suit down, trying to make herself a bit more presentable before she looked at the paper he'd given her.&nbsp; She nearly fainted.&nbsp; Allright, this HAD to be wrong...&nbsp; He'd assured her it was right but...&nbsp; Holy hell, she'd have been able to go to school for all six years on what he put on that paper...&nbsp; And the perks...&nbsp; Full medical coverage...&nbsp; New car...&nbsp; "Ten thousand up front for a new wardrobe," she squeaked, thinking she'd have to get a bigger closet, and wondering how the hell she'd spend all that money on clothes alone.&nbsp; She held onto the counter, all this just to orginize his days and make sure everything ran smoothly?&nbsp; Dear lord, what else did she have to do for this?&nbsp; Sell her soul?&nbsp; Act as his wing chick?&nbsp; Anyway she looked at it, how the hell could she refuse?&nbsp; She'd work for him for life for what he was offering.<br><br>She took a deep breath, picking up the tray and heading back before the coffee got cold.&nbsp; It didn't matter, she needed the job, and for the pay and benifits, she could have had every other job she'd applied for open and she still would have taken it.&nbsp; She gently knocked on the door, the paper folded up on the tray with the cup of coffee.&nbsp; "Sir?&nbsp; I have your coffee," she called softly through the wood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 05:19:44</strong>
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				"Come in," his voice came through the door. When she entered, he was facing the window with a blue tooth in his ear. "Yes, that's her, Simon. I asked her to make me a cup of coffee. Yes, well, seems a valuable skin for an assistant. So, you think she showed good leadership potential when she got motivated, but sometimes had a hard time coming out of her shell. Mmm hmm. She made a better team member. Picked up the slack for partners. Interesting. Excellent, as always, I value your opinion. Give my regards to Carole. I need to get back to this. Alright, sounds good. Goodbye."<br><br>Dominic turned back to her and reached out to take the cup, "Professor Wenzler has a high opinion of you, Ms. Brahaven, and I've always valued his opinions." He waved her back to a seat as he took a sip of the coffee then nodded, "Not bad for office grounds. When I travel I don't always have access to a French press and gourmet grounds, but I do prefer it."<br><br>Having a seat himself, Dominic crossed his legs and watched her while slowly savoring the coffee. His eyes were intense and his expression thoughtful as he let her stew in silence. After a few moments, he lifted his cup to her, "I think I like you, Ms. Brahaven. You come from money, but are working your hardest to make it on your own. You're attractive, clever, but unsure of yourself. If you gave me two years, I could hone your natural gifts, shape you into a force to be reckoned with. I could give you the experience you need to do anything in this business you wanted to do. You've already seen the positions salary and benefits, but I did tell you that you'd earn that money."<br><br>He sat the coffee mug down onto the coffee table, "Show me how clever you are, Ms. Brahaven. Consider, consider very carefully why a man in my position would be interviewing a young woman in your situation as my assistant. Consider why I'm willing to offer that sort of salary to my assistant, who will be traveling the world with me. And, when you think you have that answer, I want to know if you still want to serve me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 06:01:44</strong>
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				Her eyes widened as she realized who he was talking to.&nbsp; Professor Wenzler had been her professor in Financing and Law during her last year.&nbsp; She'd actually been worried about her grade in his class, he seemed to loath her.&nbsp; She had been extremely surprised when he gave her a recommendation letter.&nbsp; She blushed lightly, she'd picked up all the slack because she didn't want her group members to bring her grade down.&nbsp; She lifted the tray for him to take his coffee.&nbsp; Standing as he sat down, her eyes glued to him as he watched her.&nbsp; She gave a small pout at his words, she came from a well off family, but she didn't think so well off to say she came from money.&nbsp; She supposed they were in the higher middle class however.&nbsp; She blinked as he told her to show how clever she was, "Clever sir?"&nbsp; She looked at him strangely, she did think it strange how he was paying her so much.&nbsp; <br><br>Biting her lip, she tried to think of other situations where personnel was paid more than the usual.&nbsp; Blackmail...&nbsp; But she didn't have anything on him, so that couldn't be it.&nbsp; It took her a few minutes, her mind so innocent of such things with her lack of real world experience.&nbsp; Her lips pursed slightly, her eyebrows furrowed.&nbsp; Before finally, they widened with surprise as she remembered a legal case that had been thrown out due to illegal practices on both sides.&nbsp; Shit...&nbsp; Was that the answer?&nbsp; How was she going to phrase it so it wouldn't be insulting if it was?&nbsp; <br><br>"You...&nbsp; Want me to do a lot more than pick up your dry cleaning don't you," she asked, hoping he'd elaborate himself.&nbsp; The blush on her cheeks making it evident that she knew what he wanted.&nbsp; She bit her lip, cleaning her lower lip right off of the lipstick, more or less sucking it off as she tried to think A.&nbsp; Was this job really worth it and B.&nbsp; If she'd even be ABLE to...&nbsp; Looking at him, she scratched off B from that short list.&nbsp; She sighed as she saw it might just be worth it as well.&nbsp; The pay would take care of school debts, and then be able to put a nice chunk in her retirement.&nbsp; Not to mention that according to her research, every one of his assistants in the past was now unbelievably sucessful.&nbsp; Some even going into politics - both local and international.&nbsp; "Other than your past assistants...&nbsp; Will anybody know," she asked, her teeth worrying ceaselessly at her lower lip so that it didn't even need her lipstick to appear red.&nbsp; She brought her arms in front of her, crossing them as she did indeed weigh what was going on.&nbsp; Morals and ethics palying a part against the money and success.&nbsp; Sell your soul for two years and live the rest of life in heaven...&nbsp; Be able to take care of her family.&nbsp; She almost couldn't say no, but she needed to hear what he wanted from him first - and hear him say he wouldn't be letting it get out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 06:47:10</strong>
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				"I do." Dominic replied in answer to her real question. "Candidly, I don't have the time or lifestyle to maintain a proper relationship with a woman. Last year I spent 22 days in my home, the rest in various hotels around the world. Surely you can see my dilemma. This," he gestured around himself, "was my solution. I find a young woman like yourself, and we start a relationship. I do not what you to think I consider you a whore, regardless of whether you accept the position. I also do not want you to feel like a whore. I will not treat you as such. When we are in public, you're my capable assistant. When in private, we will be lovers. The relationship will be very discreet. Some may suspect, but there will be no evidence to tarnish either of our reputations."<br><br>"I am willing to give you this opportunity, but you need to go into this with open eyes. In addition to teaching you everything you need to succeed, I will want to make love to you and explore various facets of sexuality with you. I will never cause you harm, force myself upon you, and you will be free to leave at any time. But, at the end of the business day, if I want us to take a shower together then spend the night in bed, I want you to be willing. I recognize that at first you'll be hesitant and nervous, but that will fade as we grow more comfortable with one another." The voice of experience rang within his voice, confirming her suspicions that she wouldn't be the first he'd given this offer.<br><br>"That's in addition to your life being almost entirely consumed with mine. You will be able to visit your family during the major holidays, but the two of us will spend our lives traveling the world, often not sleeping in the same bed we woke up in that morning. We'll live well, eating at the world's finest restaurants, seeing plays, attending fundraisers, rubbing elbows with the world's most powerful people. However, all that can be very overwhelming, and there will come a time when your homesickness will be almost overwhelming. You'll want to call, only to realize it's 4AM at your parent's house. I will be your friend, your mentor, your confidant, and your lover... but only if you can live with that for two years." Dominic smiled softly and reached over to place his hand over hers. "It's a lot to take in, I know. The job is yours if you want it, and you have two days to decide." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and leaned back in his seat, picking up his coffee mug again, "As always, if you have questions, please feel free to ask. So long as we're in private, you can ask me anything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 07:06:20</strong>
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				She worried her lip a moment, looking at his hand as he held it, squeezed it...&nbsp; The opportunity was just too good to pass up.&nbsp; Not to mention, it was the only opportunity she currently had.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly a virgin, though it had been a while...&nbsp; She tried to remember her last time and realized, her last time was her first.&nbsp; Prom with her date, she only going because her friends cajouled her into it, and he going because no other girl would go, and because she'd waited so late, it was either him or her second cousin.&nbsp; Someone spiked the punch...&nbsp; One thing led to another...&nbsp; She woke up the next morning in a cheap motel with a sorry note besides her.&nbsp; Scared to death she was pregnant because she couldn't remember using protection and didn't find a condom - new or used - anywhere in the room.&nbsp; That had been a hectic month, trying to convince her parents she was ok, when all she was doing was praying for her period.<br><br>"I don't need two days, sir.&nbsp; I'll take the job," she said, confident this was the best choice - even if it did seem a bit questionable.&nbsp; Two years with him, and she'd have it made with the skills that he could teach her.&nbsp; She then realized she was worrying at her lip again and winced, letting go of it with her teeth.&nbsp; She didn't know when she picked up that habbit, or from where, but she seriously needed to either stop, or find some lipstick that would stand it.&nbsp; "Does your current...&nbsp; past assistant have any notes I can read so I can start as soon as she leaves for her new job as the CEO of that new transportation company...&nbsp; Alvin Trans, I think is the name of it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 08:42:39</strong>
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				Dominic produced a flash drive from his breast pocket and offered it over, "For the record, I've no idea what's on that drive. My first assistant.. well, /first/ assistant started the practice of passing information down directly to the successor, bypassing me. I trust my assistants implicitly, especially by the end of the two year period." He smiled a bit, "In all fairness, if I knew what was in there, I might be mortified. Hard to say. I don't normally embarrass easy."<br><br>He clapped his hand on the table, "Back to business. This is international business, so you have a passport. if not, let me know now and I'll pull some strings to get one cleared for you immediately. We're leaving for Singapore next Friday. You have until next Friday to make whatever preparations you need for this journey. Tomorrow, I will send a courier to your apartment with your new Blackberry, another flash drive with the information you'll need to learn for the deal we'll be working on in Singapore, and company card. Use the card for your clothing allowance and buy yourself quality luggage. Anything you feel you can justify to me as a business expense, put on that card and save the receipt. If I see something out of sorts, I'll ask you about it, but this position is about trust. If you need a top end laptop, buy one. If you need a case for your Blackberry, buy it."<br><br>"Image is important. I want you to consider seeing a stylist. When I look at you, I see a nervous girl with lipstick on her lapel, messy hair, and the cutest little lip chewing habit. None of that makes me take you seriously. However, underneath that fidgety exterior, there is so much potential just waiting to be realized. You don't have the confidence in yourself yet, and that's fine. Fake it. Start with your appearance and your heart will follow." Dominic rose to his feet and offered her a hand up, "I'm glad you've taken my offer, Katherine. I've full confidence in you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 16:48:38</strong>
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				She took the flash drive, looking it over.&nbsp; Looked harmless enough.&nbsp; She'd expected some book or something.&nbsp; She listened to the whirlwind of information he gave her, making notes in her head.&nbsp; Hell, he was moving fast.&nbsp; 1.&nbsp; Friday, Singapore.&nbsp; 2. Tomorrow, courier, blackberry, flashdrive #2, card.&nbsp; 3.&nbsp; Go shopping.&nbsp; 4.&nbsp; Move down all numbers and make getting hair done number one.&nbsp; 5.&nbsp; Find lipstick that won't bite off or spot the suit.&nbsp; 6.&nbsp; Move everything from 4 down one, add finding stylist consultant.&nbsp; Note:&nbsp; Ashly's good with fashon.&nbsp; 7.&nbsp; Breath.&nbsp; <br><br>She concluded her head notes, telling herself to write it all down once she got a pen and piece of paper.&nbsp; &nbsp;She bearly bit threw her lip as he spoke about her lip chewing, wincing and releasing her lip as she cleared her throat.&nbsp; She took a deep breath as he finished up and stood with his offered help.&nbsp; She smiled, "Stylist is the first on my list..."&nbsp; &nbsp;"Thank you very much for this opportunity sir.&nbsp; I'll not let yo down."&nbsp; Or she'd dye trying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 00:21:59</strong>
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				"I don't believe you will. I wouldn't give you the opportunity if I thought you'd fail." Dominic gave her shoulder a squeeze as he smiled down at her, "I believe in you, Katherine." He cocked his head toward the door, "Save your celebrations for when you've made it out of the building. I'll send the travel details to your Blackberry."<br><br>++++<br><br>When she had a chance to look at the details of the Flash Drive, there was a great deal of valuable information about how to be Dominic Walker's personal assistant. How he liked his suits cleaned, how he took his coffee, which she'd already learned, his measurements and shoe size, a template for how he liked his memos, letters, reports. Pages and pages of personal details about his friends and acquaintances, everything from addresses to personal numbers, to what sort of wine they liked, to the names of their kids.<br><br>As she looked over the information, she saw a file that instantly caught her eye. Sex.<br><br>The sex file was much more personal than the others as instead of just data, it was a letter written to her.<br><br>Congratulations on being selected as Dominic's new assistant. No doubt you're excited and scared. I know I was. Excited at this wonderful opportunity, and a little sick at the idea of what I'd be trading for it. I wondered if I was whoring myself for an unbeatable resume. I can say now, looking back on my time with him that he never treated me like a whore. He always respected me, even on that very first night when I was so scared. I cried when he came for me. Sobbed like a baby and instead of throwing me out, he just held me close and spoke softly to me all night. We kissed that night, but that was all.<br><br>Of course, we did make love. He's a passionate lover and opened my eyes to a great many ways a man and woman can enjoy one another. He's dominant by nature, but occasionally enjoys it when his partner takes charge. Have an open mind, and think of a safe word. He'll ask you for you safe word, and will respect it. If you feel uncomfortable, use your safe word and he'll back off and ask what's wrong.<br><br>The letter than went on to give a few tips about what he enjoyed in bed, occasionally in graphic almost pornographic detail.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 02:35:18</strong>
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				Later, after she left, she went home right away, beginning to clean up her appartment so that the courier wouldn't come and see a mess - though with her, a mess was a few magazines on the table and a bowl of cerial in the sink she didn't get to clean that morning.&nbsp; After cleaning up, she pulled out her computer, determining after it's slow startup, she'd take him up on that bit about getting a new one.&nbsp; She slipped the drive in and started reading, quite amazed by the detail kept.&nbsp; She bit her lip as she saw a file:&nbsp; Bedplay.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; Oh, that must be..."&nbsp; She blushed deeper, coughing before opening the file.&nbsp; "Allright...&nbsp; Safeword...&nbsp; Um..."&nbsp; She went on a little further and went deep red, closing her laptop in embarrassment.&nbsp; "Oh, dear lord," she exclaimed softly.&nbsp; A 'goodietwoshoes', she'd never read anything explicit in her life, if it weren't for her prom and someone spiking the punch, she probably still would have had her virginity.&nbsp; "I'll...&nbsp; Look at that a little later," she said before yelping as her cat, in from the streets, jumped in her lap.&nbsp; Shit...&nbsp; She'd forgotten about the poor thing, "We're gunna have to find a place for you for a while, kitten..."&nbsp; She picked up the cat, nuzzling it's face and petting the creature.&nbsp; <br><br>The cat - a she - purred happily at the attention before jumping up and curling up on her laptop.&nbsp; Katherine chuckled, "You don't want me looking at that right now either, hm?"&nbsp; She scratched that cat's head, "I'm gunna miss you, Garnet.&nbsp; Don't worry, I'll try and find someone good to take care of you."&nbsp; She sighed, remembering Dominic's words.&nbsp; Her life would be revolving around his for the next two years.&nbsp; The cat would probably help her cope in the few times she had time to herself - acting as a confidante better than her best friend, and as a snuggle buddy.&nbsp; However, she just couldn't see him, or anyone else seeing the justification on her and the time and money that would be spent.&nbsp; "Oh, well...&nbsp; Just two years and I can get as many cats as I like.&nbsp; I'll become the old cat lady of the business world.&nbsp; How does that sound Garnet?"&nbsp; She smiled and chuckled as the cat meowed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 22:19:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The week passed in a whirlwind of activity. So much to do and so little time to do it. When Friday came around, Dominic met her in the terminal with a smile and an offered hand. He looked her up and down, then nodded approvingly. "You look wonderful, Katherine. I love what you've done with your hair. I never would have pictured that having only seen that bun the last time we met."<br><br>Pleasantries tended to, he got right to business. "I trust you've had a chance to read over the files I sent you on the Nakahima merger." He gestured for her to have a seat and began a personal briefing, not only testing what she'd learned thus far, but giving her personal insights into the people and forces involved in this merger, and what their role was to be. The briefing was paused briefly as they boarded their flight and settled in first class, but continued after.<br><br>They were somewhere over the Pacific when he reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. "Are you alright? I know I can be intense and this is your first day on the job. Nerves are understandable, but you can handle this. I won't throw anything at you I don't think you can handle, although I will push you, probably harder than anyone ever has."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 22:35:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, glad he hadn't asked about the zip drive containing the information on him.&nbsp; When she got to know him better, or perhaps if she met one of his past assistants, she'd ask if they kept a copy.&nbsp; Her former cat, in all her feline glorry, decided that the drive was a mousey morsel and ate the thing.&nbsp; Leaving her totally clueless save for the password.&nbsp; Thank god she'd read that part at least.&nbsp; She was pretty sure she was the only woman who could say:&nbsp; My cat ate my homework.&nbsp; She gave him a complete briefing, including some research on the people she'd done herself, including family.&nbsp; "Remember to inquire about Roberto Consuelas' daughter, Eliza.&nbsp; She was in a car wreck last week.&nbsp; That or skip over the mater of her all together," she said before concluding the briefing.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath and smiling brightly at him - super no smudge lipstick on her lips.&nbsp; It would take her hours to chew the crap off.&nbsp; <br><br>Later, she looked out over the pacific and took another breath, giving him a soft smile as he squeezed her hand.&nbsp; "I'm fine.&nbsp; Just a little nervous about the plane.&nbsp; My last flight wasn't exactly an easy one," she said, giving him another smile as she chewed on her lip again.&nbsp; She was glad he was happy with her appearance.&nbsp; She was now in an dark Italian pinstripe suit, with heels she'd practiced all the day before to walk in.&nbsp; As long as the plane exit stairs were all she had to handle, she was sure she'd be fine.&nbsp; Thinking about Singapore, she remembered, "Oh, and I noticed the last assistant didn't see to a place for us to stay, sir.&nbsp; So I took the liberty and used the information I was given to rent us a villa for our time there.&nbsp; I figured you might rather that as apposed to a hotel," she said, "And if she did but I wasn't informed about it, I made sure the contract was able to be canceled by our side and not theirs."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 19:44:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A villa will be a very nice change of pace. Well done. When we land, contact the Grand Hyatt and let them know we've made other arrangements." He crossed his legs and leaned back into his luxurious seat. "I travel so much I almost can't sleep anymore without the hum of an engine to sing me a lullaby. But yes, I've had a couple of scares over the years. Once I was even hijacked. Terrifying forty eight hours, I'm not too proud to admit. It all worked out fine in the end, although it was one of the few times in my life I've been late for a meeting."<br><br>He looked back over to her, "Do you cook, and will the villa be stocked with food? It would be a pleasant change of pace to home cook a meal or two." He continued holding her hand, lightly caressing it with his thumb, "I can make eggs just about any way you like them. I worked my way through college in a diner. The campus diner actually. Slinging hash browns, frying bacon, buttering muffins. Good, honest work. And, cooking teaches you time management in a very profound and tactile way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 20:05:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hijacked," she asked, now looking a little more worried, not about landing this time.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, telling herself that they weren't going to get hijacked.&nbsp; She smiled as he spoke about not being able to sleep, "I'll look into a white noise maker for you, sir.&nbsp; Maybe that will help.&nbsp; It won't do to have you with baggy eyes in a meeting."&nbsp; She gave him a smile before leaning back, enjoying the feel of his hand caressing hers she rubbed down the back of his fingers with a few of hers in return for the gesture.<br><br>"I have all my great grandmother's recipes in my laptop, and I know a few basic recipes.&nbsp; The owner says that the last person who was there is supposed to fill up the fridge and cabinets with basics before they leave.&nbsp; The last ones to visit should have left yesterday, so we should be good," she said, making a note to call the Hotel when they landed.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 20:32:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No need to worry about white noise, I was just engaging in a bit of hyperbole. One of the things you'll learn with me is to sleep where ever you are. It's a hard lesson, adjusting to a new bed each night, or getting used to sleeping on a plane. With all the timezone jumping and jet lag, your body will eventually start listening to itself rather than rely on a set schedule." Dominic reached up to flip off the overhead lights.<br><br>"You should try to get some rest." Most of the other passengers were already napping, some were snoring softly. He took the time to unfold and drape a blanket over her, before laying back in his own seat and closing his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 01:21:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, shaking her head.&nbsp; "That'll be easy...&nbsp; A student taking more than 20 hours a semester learns to fall asleep on the bus and waking up at their stop," she said, giving him a small grin.&nbsp; She looked up as he flipped off the lights, blinking before nearly startling as he started laying a blanket on her.&nbsp; "Aren't I supposed to be the one taking care of you?&nbsp; I am your assistant," she said, giving him a small smile, snuggling into the blanket and into her seat.&nbsp; "Sweet dreams," she told him, closing her own eyes to catch some sleep.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 04:04:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she was going to sleep, Dominic reached his hand underneath her blanket and took her hand, weaving his fingers through hers. It was a surprisingly tender and intimate gesture, but he didn't go any further. He simply took her hand as he drifted off to catch a short nap.<br><br>The day after the plane landed was a whirlwind of business and meet and greets. He explained that the Japanese liked to ambush Americans the moment they landed, while they were still fatigued from the transpacific flight. The Japanese were very polite to both of them, but tended to defer to Dominic more, as he was the elder and the one with the power. <br><br>By the time they were in a car being chauffeured back to the villa she'd rented, even Dominic was visibly worn. It had been a very long day, but he looked over with a smile. "Not bad for your first 24, Ms. Brahaven." He patted her leg, "Not bad at all. How do you feel?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 04:14:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slipping off her shoes and putting on the house slippers, she listened to him and smiled.&nbsp; Supprisingly enough, she hardly looked worse for wear, save for a little bit a need for a touch up on her lipstick and a smooth down for her hair, she seemed allright.&nbsp; "I'm allright...&nbsp; That wasn't nearly as bad as my finals week where I had all my finals on the same day, and couldn't get them changed because they were all in the same department."&nbsp; She smiled at him, running a hand through her hair to bring down some of the fuzz.&nbsp; She then gave a yawn, "Could use a nap though..."&nbsp; She chuckled, "They were impressed with you.&nbsp; I suppose I shouldn't have been supprised.&nbsp; Do you want any tea or coffee?&nbsp; I'm going to go make myself a cup of tea."&nbsp; She began walking towards where she thought the kitchen to be looking in through the doorway and smiled again to see a nice kitchen.&nbsp; The whole house was a nice one.&nbsp; Not huge, but not overly small either.&nbsp; Four bedrooms upstairs, a living room, dining room, kitchen and study downstairs with three bathrooms throughout the house.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking through the cubbords, everything was stalked - though she noticed with Japanese fare with a chuckle.&nbsp; "Looks like that lifetime subscription to Internationalcuisine.com I won as a freshman's gunna come in handy," she said, grabbing some green tea before she started looking for the pot to put on the stove.&nbsp; Bent over, her rear nicely outlined in her suit as she looked through the bottom cubbords.&nbsp; Only to find a minute later, it was on the stove.&nbsp; "Hm...&nbsp; Make that I definately need a nap...&nbsp; Or at least a vitamine b pill..."&nbsp; She sighed and walked over to the pot, grabbing it and filling it up before putting it on the stove to bring to a boil.&nbsp; Looking through the drawers for something to strain the tea with for the serving pot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 06:42:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some tea would be lovely," Dominic replied with a smile, following her into the kitchen and leaning on the center island, watching her move around with a smile. After a few minutes, he said simply, "I'd like you to sleep with me tonight." How's that for dropping the bomb on your assistant?<br><br>"And I mean sleep." He smiled at the paleness followed by color in her cheeks. "We're both going to be jet lagged and could use a good night's sleep. I'd like you to share my bed. In the morning, perhaps we'll both feel more relaxed and comfortable and crave something more, but I don't want our first sexual encounter to be tonight. I'd rather we grow more comfortable with one another first. Would you be able to sleep with me tonight, Katherine?" He leaned further over the counter toward her and added in his best negotiation voice, "I'll make you breakfast in bed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 14:18:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At his frank words, she'd nearly dropped the pot.&nbsp; Sleep with him?&nbsp; When she felt about ready to drop dead aslee-"And I mean sleep," he said, calming her thoughts.&nbsp; She gave him a bashfull smile and nodded, "I don't think sleeping with you will be a problem.&nbsp; I-"&nbsp; She gave another yawn, shaking her head afterwards to try and wake up a bit as she put the strainter on the pot.&nbsp; The tea in the kettle ready, she got some heat pads to pour it into the pot and did so carefully.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll even take you on with that breakfast in bed," she said giving him a wink as she set down two cups on the breakfast bar.&nbsp; "How do you like your green tea," she asked, pouring both cups and grabbing her own to sip at while she went to the cubbord where there was sugar, knowing the cream would be in the fridge.&nbsp; She figured he'd like something in his tea since he liked something in his coffee.&nbsp; Personally, she couldn't see how he could ruin good coffee or tea with sugar and cream.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 02:57:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Straight green tea is fine. Too late for sugar and I can't wrap my head around cream in green tea, but thank you for considering it." Dominic slid onto a bar stool beside the island and smiled at her, "Your shock was priceless, Katherine. I freely admit that I'm a bad man for enjoying that, but you need to lift your spirits when you can in this life."<br><br>He reached over to accept take the cup, tracing his fingertip lightly around the rim as he watched her with a smile. "You have a lot to learn, my young apprentice, but I've never before been so impressed by someone's raw potential, not on the first day. You should be proud of yourself. One good day, a lifetime to go."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 18:17:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And heres to keeping many good days in the coming lifetime, then," she said, raising her cup in a light toast.&nbsp; She sipped at the cup, enjoying the taste of the tea.&nbsp; "Mmmm...&nbsp; I like this blend," she said, "Some rose hips would really add a nice flavor..."&nbsp; She made a mental note to find some if she got any personal time.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked up at him, "And shocking a poor country girl is mean, sir."&nbsp; She gave him a grin to show she was only being lighthearted as she sat down, giving the sole of his shoe a kick as she leaned back in the bar stool, the pot of tea between them.&nbsp; She closed her eyes a moment and thought about her cat's faux pas that week.&nbsp; She'd have to find out a way to get to see or contact his former assistant without him knowing what she was up to in trying to find a copy of that little flash drive.&nbsp; When she opened her eyes, she poured herself another tea, pouring for him when she saw his cup was empty.&nbsp; The traditional cups were so small, it didn't take long till she needed to pour.&nbsp; "So, what's...&nbsp; Your favorite color?&nbsp; Mine is blue," she said, looking at him, seeming actually quite serious to have such a talk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2009, 06:24:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Red, but in moderation. Pure red is just too much, like a woman in a full red dress with matching shoes and bag. Too much. A red tie with a man's suit. A brilliant ruby dangling from a pendant. Flimsy red lingerie on tanned skin." He smiled over at her and shrugged, "I like the visual impact. Always garners a second look."<br><br>He sipped his tea languidly, then looked over at her, "Tomorrow evening, you'll have a few hours to use at your discretion, barring craziness, of course. I'll probably just come back to the house and do a little research, but I can spare you after say, 7PM. In case you'd like to take in the sights, perhaps find some souvenirs for friends and family."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 19:06:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded and smiled, unable to help but blush at his last example.&nbsp; She listened to the prospect of having at least an hour to herself in Japan and couldn't help but grin.&nbsp; Perfect, she'd be able to get at least a message to his last Assistant...&nbsp; Grab a few souveneirs at the local temple, and then come back to help him with research.&nbsp; "I might take an hour or two off, this is my first time in Japan...&nbsp; After I look around a bit, I could help you with research if you like," she said before taking a small sip of her tea.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 23:04:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd like you to take advantage of the liberties I provide, Katherine." He smiled, rose to his feet, then leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to help me with research or even perform it for me. You will only be able to tour Japan for the first time once. Don't sell the experience short."<br><br>"I'm going to take a shower and lay down. Come to bed when you're ready." He turned and walked off, disappearing into the elegant villa. Shortly thereafter, she could hear the shower running as he washed himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 00:18:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled up at him, kissing him back.&nbsp; "I'll only enjoy my liberties if you'll agree to take a few of them with me.&nbsp; You shouldn't spend all your time working," she told him, watching as he left.&nbsp; She slowly finished her tea.&nbsp; Thinking about the situation.&nbsp; He didn't want any serious play till that morning...&nbsp; But would any harmless touching be allright?&nbsp; There was only one shower, despite the size of the place.&nbsp; A large shower and then a large bath.&nbsp; She couldn't help a smile as she remembered a cliche situation from when she was a kid watching anime.&nbsp; Want me to wash your back, Mr Walker?&nbsp; Why yes.&nbsp; I'd enjoy that, afterwards we can go buy a house and have twenty kids.&nbsp; She couldn't help but snort at her inner mental joke.&nbsp; However, it didn't actually sound like a bad idea.&nbsp; Call her crazy, but she was currious as to who and what she was going to be excpected to make love to...&nbsp; And she did need a shower.&nbsp; Biting her lip, she downed the cup of tea, considering a gulp of sake before she shook her head and got up.&nbsp; Walking to the bathing room.<br><br>Sliding the door to the undressing room open, she stayed as quiet as she undressed herself.&nbsp; She then went to the thin wood door of that bathing room and knocked softly, "Dom?&nbsp; Would you like me to help wash your back?&nbsp; I was wanting to take a shower anyways before bed..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 00:38:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His rich laughter was her first answer. It was a delighted tone, not a mocking one, although he replied back, "Honestly, if we wash each other, there's a chance we'll get carried away. If that's an acceptable risk for you, by all means, I'd love to share this moment with you."<br><br>Honestly, he'd been just about to begin touching himself, thinking an orgasm would help him just sleep beside her without trying anything more, or embarrassing her with a late night erection. Dominic, despite being an older man was well toned with an athletic build. While he didn't have a well defined six pack, but he did have a nice stomach, and save for some lather, he was completely nude. His pubic area was nicely trimmed and his manhood was a good healthy size. It wasn't pornstar huge, but probably larger than anyone she had personal experience with.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 01:00:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, "I think that's an acceptable risk..."&nbsp; She always did like showers anyways.&nbsp; She pushed the door aside, putting her towel on the shelf, seeing her bathstuffs allready in a tray like their attendant had said he'd do, he'd put his on another.&nbsp; The man had pretty much gotten everything ready for them to use.&nbsp; She smiled before looking over at him, his back to her.&nbsp; She knew he wasn't pudgy from how he looked before but she didn't think he'd be...&nbsp; She swore her heart skipped a beat.&nbsp; And that was only looking at him from behind.<br><br>She blushed lightly, wondering why all men couldn't either be built like him:&nbsp; A gift to women.&nbsp; Or built like big fat lards that wouldn't make her blush and make her heart skip beats save for fear that they'd have a heart attack and fall on her.&nbsp; She cleared her throat, picking up his soap and lathering up her hands with it before moving over to him.&nbsp; She wasn't quite toned as he was, her workout usually just some jogging that lead to a nicely toned set of legs and behind, but left her with everything else being a bit soft.&nbsp; Even her belly, though quite flat, was still soft with unused muscles.&nbsp; She'd actually had a wax before the trip, not knowing if he liked his women bare, but figured it would be a safe bet.&nbsp; Her breasts swayed lightly, not overly large, but still more than a handful as she walked up behind him.&nbsp; She began washing his back with her fingers, massaging the muscle lightly and couldn't help but bite her lip.&nbsp; His skin was so smooth, she liked touching it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 01:14:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic mmmmed softly, widening his stance and bracing his hand on the shower wall as she began to wash him. "I want you to know that I love being washed, Katherine. There are few pleasures in life that compare to the feel of a lover's soapy hands caressing your skin." He smiled and turned to face her, "Not that we're yet lovers."<br><br>He took her shoulders and gently turning her back to him. He reached around her, his body brushing against hers as he claimed her loofah and body wash. After lathering it up, he began to firmly wash her with one hand, as the other just caressed her slick, soapy skin. "Sometime this week, the two of us will go out to a nice dinner. Just you and I, no business partners to worry with."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 01:24:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as he said he loved being washed.&nbsp; She'd have to remember to join him in baths as often as possible to please him then.&nbsp; She was about to speak when he turned.&nbsp; If she were prone to fainting, she might have swooned seeing his toned chest and his shoulders alone, not having the chance to look down before he turned her.&nbsp; She made a few little suprise sounds when he did, gasping lightly as he washed her as well.&nbsp; Determining right then and there that he was right, and wishing to high hell she had a shower wall to lean against.&nbsp; The bathing room just a little to large for them both to have a wall to lean against.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt her knees get weak just from his touch on her back.&nbsp; She wondered idly if she should have considered herself a virgin.&nbsp; Yes, she technically wasn't, but not only was her last lay at prom night, but she'd been drunk and only half remembered it.&nbsp; She was sure after so long she might as well have been virginal.&nbsp; She pulled herself from her thoughts as she heard him speak again, her arms having wrapped around the front of her body to help her stay up before.&nbsp; "That...&nbsp; Sounds really nice...&nbsp; Ohhhh...&nbsp; And you're right...&nbsp; Being washed...&nbsp; Is amazing," she said, swaying just a little bit on her weak knees.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 01:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic stepped closer, and looped an arm around her stomach and pulled her firmly against his chest. His voice was soft as he whispered into her ear, breath warm against her skin, "Thus the danger of getting carried away." He reached around her with his other and began washing the curve of her throat before slowly caressing her breasts with sudsy loofah.<br><br>"You are beautiful, Katherine. I knew you would be, but to see you now, cheeks flushed and knees weak... You take my breath away." He kissed the side of her neck, just under her ear as the loofah began circling lower, caressing her stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>20-04-2009, 01:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped again as he pulled her closer, every nerve ending on her back gasping along with her as he was pulled back against him.&nbsp; Sensitive to any touch, she whimpered as she felt his breath against her, burning her with warmth in a way the water couldn't even thought it was hotter than his breath.&nbsp; Her body arched for his touch with the loufa against her mind's orders to stay still.&nbsp; She gasped lightly as she felt his lips against her neck, made nearly breathless as she pressed herself back against him.&nbsp; Oh, she could definately see this getting carried away.&nbsp; <br><br>And at the present time, she couldn't see why the hell it shouldn't.&nbsp; Her hands rested lightly on his wrists, not to stop him, but merely for something to hold onto as his hand went lower and his kisses lit fire upon her skin.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd be this responsive to a man, at least not without liquor involved.&nbsp; As it was, every touch had her ready to tell him he could get as carried away as he wanted.&nbsp; Every touch both pure ecstasy and torture with how it seemed to play with her mind and body.&nbsp; She gasped and moaned as he touched her, holding her up with his body, kissing, washing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 01:00:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surely enough, soon Dominic's hand began scrubbing between her legs, the loofah scraping deliciously over her waxed, smooth skin. After a few, teasing, tormenting moments, he dropped the loofa to the shower floor, and still holding her close, physically turned them both around so the warm water could cascade down over the front of her body as he hands slowly caressed her sensitive skin under the guise of helping to wash away the lather.<br><br>He whispered softly in her ear, "I said we wouldn't have sex tonight, Katherine. And I meant it. But that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun before bed." He teeth closed on her earlobe and tugged softly as his hand wended it's way down her body and between her legs, slippery fingers sliding along her silken folds. "Anyone ever touched you like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 01:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped as the loofah went over her mons, making her tremble and moan.&nbsp; Her hand dropped from the wrist holding the loufah to grip his thigh, using it to help her stand as she trembled so.&nbsp; She gasped softly as he turned them so that the water would hit her body, falling in long tendrils down her skin, washing the suds away.&nbsp; When the hell did water become so erotic?&nbsp; She didn't have long to wonder before his hand called her attention again.&nbsp; She smiled and nodded at his words before blushing deep red at his question.&nbsp; Noone had ever touched her like he was - she didn't even touch herself like he was.&nbsp; She gave a shake of her head, giving a small 'No, never.' before whimpering at his touch.&nbsp; His fingers threading through her sex made her whimper and keen in pleasure.&nbsp; She licked her lips, pressing her body back against his, feeling everything from her backside to her shoulders, from his thighs to his chest.&nbsp; His cock resting against the crack of her ass as she pushed back at him, trying to give back a little of what he was giving her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 21:20:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bold way she rubbed herself back against him cause Dominic to tighten his arms around her as another deep groan tore loose from his throat. She might not be terribly experienced, but made up for that with courage and wonderfully sensual instincts. Her kittenish whimpering was sorely testing his determination and the desire to just lay her down ont the shower floor and take her was nearly overwhelming. Nearly.<br><br>His fingers strummed her as if she were some sort of musical instrument, and in a way she was. He was using her shudders, whimpers, and moans like notes, listening intently to her body as he diligently worked toward a crescendo. He wasn't certain if she was sensitive enough to orgasm just from some fingerplay, but he certainly hoped so. He preferred his women orgasmic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 21:40:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped softly as he held her tighter, glad of the support as his fingers continued to torment her body with pleasure as they played about with her flower.&nbsp; Pressing against her button, tugging at her petals, driving her mad as she whimpered and moaned, occasionally crying out when some little move of his fingers was new and felt good.&nbsp; As the heat in her belly started and began to build, she wiggled in his arms much like a nervous filly.&nbsp; One of her feet even stamping the ground with the ball of her foot a few times as she became more vocal with her pleasure, her moans and whimpers turning into cries and keens of pleasure.&nbsp; She pressed back against him more, depending on him to keep her from falling as a leg rose up a few inches, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to release the tense heat that built in her belly.&nbsp; It didn't work, but something he did that she couldn't name did.&nbsp; She gave a short and sharp shriek as she came for him, pleasure lightning bolts going through her body, touching every nerve ending in her body and mind.&nbsp; Her body stiffened a quick moment before she writhed about in his grip, unable to controle herself as her body rubbed against his before finally calming down, she panted softly as she went a bit limp in his arms.&nbsp; If he let go, she'd tumble to the floor and be unable to stop herself.&nbsp; She swollowed a few times, trying to wet her dry mouth before she was finally able to speak, "A-amazing..."&nbsp; That was the only word other than his name that was coming through her head that moment, the rest of her head a fuzzy warm mess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 01:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic's hold on her loosened, but he didn't release her, certain that from what he'd just witnessed, her legs were made of jello and would never support her. He smiled at her breathless whisper and gave her shoulder a little bite and kiss before nodding, "My thoughts exactly, Katherine. I'm glad I could help you release some of that tension." He continued to gently kiss her neck and shoulders, not really trying to arouse her so much as to just taste her skin while she came back down from the orgasm.<br><br>Truth be told, he liked this position. He enjoyed embracing his smaller assistant from behind. She fit some snugly against him, and with his knees bent like this, her bottom was practically embracing the base of his cock. He'd definitely need to explore that avenue in greater detail sometime soon. After he was relatively certain she wouldn't fall, he nuzzled against her ear and asked, "Would you be willing to help me release my tension now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 01:52:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed softly at his tender kisses, liking the way they felt against her skin as her fuzzy-ness went away.&nbsp; She smiled softly, liking the feeling of being in his arms as he held her till her strength returned to her legs and body.&nbsp; She smiled just a little bigger as she heard his question, nodding and turning her head a bit to kiss the first bit of him she could reach with her mouth - which, as it happened, turned out to be his nose.&nbsp; She gave a soft giggle, pressing a kiss to his mouth next.&nbsp; "And how would you like your...&nbsp; Tension to be relieved," she asked,&nbsp; nuzzling his jaw, pressing soft kisses to it as she began trying to turn around in his arms, her rear and hips pressing against his erection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 07:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic took a deep breath as she turned around, her wet body rubbing against his and his erection pressing against her stomach as she looked up at him with her eyes that just awoke something primal within him. He leaned forward, delaying his answer by kissing her firmly, hand sliding up and down the curve of her spine. After the kiss, he smiled and caressed her cheek, "There is something beautiful about the way you look at me. I'd like you on your knees, Katherine. And I want you to pleasure me with your hands and mouth as you keep looking up at me with those beautiful eyes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 15:28:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She practically melted into his kiss, her body giving a soft shudder.&nbsp; Softly moaning as his hand moved up her spine.&nbsp; When he pulled away, she gasped for the breath she hadn't been aware had been lost as she looked up at him with her innocent eyes.&nbsp; She licked her lips, nodding, blushing lightly.&nbsp; "Just tell me if I do something wrong, ok," she asked softly before pressing a kiss to his neck.&nbsp; She slid down his body, feeling his rod against hers, she wondered if it was as big as it felt or if it was just her imagination blowing it out of proportion.&nbsp; When she landed on her knees, looking up at him, she looked down and wasn't sure if she should be glad or not that it was as big as it felt.&nbsp; Quite a bit bigger than what she'd ever had down there, from her one guy at prom to a few badly turned out expiriments with toys afterwards...&nbsp; She was wondering if he'd even fit.&nbsp; She silently shook her head of those thoughts, her hands moving over his hips and pelvis, slowly moving inward till they gripped his shaft gently, one hand then moving down to caress his sac.&nbsp; She looked up at him after that, wanting to know his reaction to her touches as she tried different things.&nbsp; Running her nails along the shaft.&nbsp; Squeezing his sac, softly, firmly, and then another that was probably a little too hard.&nbsp; Using her imagination, she touched him in as many ways as she could think of.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 21:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic couldn't help but smile at the way her eyes widened when she'd first honestly looked at him. Although he wasn't a monster, he had a nice size and heft, and what man doesn't enjoy a woman thinking he's large. Of course, it was his turn to take a deep breath, hand bracing against the side of the shower as she began to touch him. Courage and strong instincts were serving her very well. He could tell she wasn't very experienced in pleasing a man, but he honestly hadn't hired her to be his whore. He'd hired her to be his assistant and lover, and lovers needed to learn how to please one another.<br><br>And so, he guided her with softly spoken words, deep moans, shudders, and assorted other physical reactions, some deliberate, some involuntary. Not everything he enjoyed, but he didn't scold, instead he corrected. "Mmmm, very nice. Your fingertips are so smooth. Ugh... not so hard. Yes... I like how... Ooo!" As a rule, he kept his eyes open, watching her, but one of the cues she quickly learned was that his eyes would flutter closed for a moment when he really enjoyed something she'd just done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 22:03:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She explored him thoroughly with her hands to see what he liked best.&nbsp; Smiling when she saw his eyes flutter, biting her lip softly and nodding when he corrected her before doing it again with the correction or trying something new.&nbsp; She ran her middle finger along his underside from base to tip, the finger ran along his slit pressing against it before she took the head into her hands and tried varrying squeezes till she saw his eyes flutter and then until he corrected her so she'd know how hard she could do that in the future.&nbsp; She more or less played with his package, learning how he liked to be touched as he did.&nbsp; Occasionally giving a small giggle when he found something pleasurable that she hadn't expected.&nbsp; Like when she gave his sac a slight roll with her hand, the orbs inside moving with her hand as she rocked her hand lightly.&nbsp; She'd done that more to get the feel of his sac and what was inside, and was supprised with how he moaned at it.&nbsp; <br><br>After a while of trying whatever came to mind, she finally did press a kiss to him.&nbsp; To his tip, she pressed a hot kiss before her tongue came out in a small point and licked along his slit, her hands still caressing his shaft and sac in ways she'd thought he liked best from what she had tried so far.&nbsp; She gave her lips a lick before kissing the head again, beginning to press hot kisses to his shaft as she looked up at him to watch his reactions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 03:57:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How could Dominic not enjoy this moment? Refined and practiced or not, he was a man enjoying the touch of his new lover, every caress, every kiss sending jolts through his body, and it had been a couple of weeks since he'd enjoyed a woman's touch. Something he always enjoyed about this specific sort of situation is the transfer of power between the couple. He was dominant, towering above her and guiding her as she pleased him, and yet, he was rendered nearly helpless with pleasure by her thrilling ministrations. She literally had him by the balls, her nails scritching across his tightening scrotum.<br><br>The eager, delighted light in her eyes combined with soft kittenish giggles inflamed his passions almost more than the feel of her lips pressed against his crown. That was something a man could not get with a whore and only with a lover. Making love was supposed to be fun, supposed to be enjoyable. And in Katherine he could see the beginnings of a truly playful lover.<br><br>After a time, his breathing began to grow erratic his free hand moving down to her shoulder as he loomed over her, eyes closing. She could feel his pulse hammering away in his manhood and his scrotum get tighter still. Seeing no reason to try to hold back and control his approaching orgasm, he instead warned her breathlessly as water from his body dripped down upon her, "Not long... not long now, Katherine."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 04:27:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at his words, afraid for a moment as she felt his manhood pulse, and then his sac seeming to tighten in on itself, that she'd hurt him somehow.&nbsp; She licked her lips before nodding and kissing his tip again.&nbsp; Licking it a moment before she became bolder.&nbsp; Sucking on the very tip of him, she slowly took more of him in as one hand played with his balls while the other rubbed his shaft.&nbsp; <br><br>Not quite confident enough yet, she didn't take any more of him into her mouth.&nbsp; She imagined she might have looked funny with how she was trying to figure out how to make sure her teeth didn't scrape him.&nbsp; Finally finding a way by slightly sucking her lips in as well to keep her teeth covered.&nbsp; Once she was sure he was safe, she actually tasted him, her eyes fluttering closed as she concentrated on the taste.&nbsp; Salty and bitter tastes seemed to drip from the tip of him, while the flesh...&nbsp; She moaned softly.&nbsp; Slightly salty with something more.&nbsp; It supprised her to find she was becoming aroused by that taste, her womanhood beginning to ache as it had when he was beginning to touch her before.<br><br>She gave another moan around his head beginning to suck on him.&nbsp; Her eyes fluttered back open as she did, her cheeks hollowing out.&nbsp; She looked back up at him, wanting to see his face, see his reactions to what she was doing.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 23:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oral sex was not something that came easily to some women, some considered it taboo, some considered it distasteful, some didn't enjoy pleasuring their man in that fashion. While Dominic hoped she'd enjoy pleasing him as much as he was enjoying the pleasing, he couldn't be certain how she would feel until the vibration of her soft moan traveled up his shaft and set his mind ablaze. Each of her moans had the power to destroy him, weakening his legs even as they empowered his passion.<br><br>He opened his eyes just in time to see her look up at him with eyes filled with equal parts curiosity, desire, and pride. He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing visibly before closing his eyes again, hand tightening slightly on her shoulder. Somewhat inexperienced, she might have trouble recognizing his expression as one of intense pleasure. He almost looked as though he was concentrating, but his breath was coming in soft pants.<br><br>"I'm going to come, Katherine," he breathlessly warned her, the muscles in his abdomen tightening like a coiled spring. He didn't try to force her reaction be grabbing her head or thrusting further into his mouth. He respected her, liked her, and however she chose to handle his load was up to her. She would need to decide quickly however, because no more than 20 second after he gave his warning, he grunted and erupted, powerful jets of semen pulsing forth from his crown. His orgasm was a powerful thing, made strong with practice, exercise, and a healthy diet. He didn't tend to eat much red meat, so his seed was not as ... strong tasting as it might have been otherwise. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 02:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unsure of how he'd taste - or of how any man really tasted, she kept her mouth only on the tip of him.&nbsp; Suckling and licking him to tease and coax his shaft.&nbsp; She moaned and sucked on him harder, her fingers moving faster over his sac as they also stroked him more, working towards his fast approaching orgasm.&nbsp; When she heard him grunt she pulled off of him but kept her mouth open to catch drops of what she thought would be a small amount of his cum.&nbsp; Intending just a taste this time, having heard horror tales of women and the taste.<br><br>A small amount, however, she found with a small yelp, was not what she recieved.&nbsp; She managed to catch one jet in her mouth, the rest falling upon her face and chest.&nbsp; She blinked, she'd expected not even half of what he'd cum.&nbsp; She gave a soft cough before tasting him again in her mouth.&nbsp; The taste of him wasn't alltogether unpleasant...&nbsp; In fact... <em> No, don't think that...&nbsp; I don't think he'd appreciate you laughing at his ta</em>-She snorted trying to hold her giggles in.&nbsp; <em>Damn it.</em>&nbsp; She couldn't help it.&nbsp; Trying to keep from laughing, she looked up at him, trying to keep a straight face - and slightly failing - as she addressed him, knowing he'd probably want an explanation once she couldn't hold the laughter in.&nbsp; "You taste like my grandmother's secret sauce," she said, unable to help but giggle at the sentence.&nbsp; Salty but not that bitter, with a little bit of some savory flavor that reminded her of the taste of his flesh but stronger than that, that's exactly what he tasted like to her, all you would have to do is take out the herbs her grandmother used in the sauce, and boom.&nbsp; There was his flavor.&nbsp; She burried her face in his hip as she tried to get her giggles under control as they popped up, were subdued, then popped up again.&nbsp; "M-maybe...&nbsp; We should start you on a diet with more fruits," she said before giggling again.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 02:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At first, he thought she was about to cry, given the startled, doe eyed expression on her fave when he'd... well, hosed her down with his seed. Honestly, it wasn't a terribly dignified moment on either of their parts. The came the snort and the look up at him with mischievous eyes and the sort of smile that came from fighting laughter. He was considering being offended until she explained and buried her face into him, giggling like a madwoman.<br><br>"Secret sauce?" It was so absurd he could help but chuckle himself. "I hope to God that we both forget you said that if I'm ever invited to one of your family's dinners." When she mentioned fruit and giggled again, he began to laugh with her, partially from the absurdity of the moment and partially because she tickled his hip with every giggle. He sank down to the shower floor with her and hugged her tight as laughter shook his body. He honestly hadn't laughed this hard in years, and there were tears in his eyes and a stitch in his side by the time they both finally calmed back down.<br><br>Dominic planted a firm kiss on her forehead, then smiled and pointed out, "We are so jet lagged. Let's rinse you off and get to bed before something else sets us to laughing again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 03:16:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but feel relieved that he wasn't angry with her giggling.&nbsp; She began outright laughing at his words of joining her family for dinner, knowing her mother would insist on making the secret recipe that had yet to be handed down to her.&nbsp; She kept laughing and giggling as she enjoyed his tight embrace.&nbsp; Glad the water from the shower was beginning to rinse off her body so that his secret sauce was washed off of her.&nbsp; She knew sex was messy, but the thought of going to bed with her head covered in cum that tasted like food...&nbsp; She giggled at his words and nodded.&nbsp; "Yes...&nbsp; Hehe...&nbsp; Bed...&nbsp; Hehehmmm...&nbsp; Sounds good," she said, kissing his adam's apple.&nbsp; She let him get up first before standing with him and turning off the water herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She licked her lips and tasted him again on a bit of unwashed lip and giggled again, "Allright...&nbsp; Off to bed before we start laughing at pink elephants..."&nbsp; She turned and kissed his cheek before going to the corner of the room where their towels were, handing one out to him as she dried herself.&nbsp; She couldn't help but blush a little, not quite used to being in front of a man naked, even with what they'd just done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 22:08:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic actually helped her dry her back and allowed her to return the favor before hanging his towel up to dry and giving her a peck on the cheek. "I'll turn down the bed. Don't be too long." He nodded and gave her back a fond caress before heading out into the bedroom. <br><br>After she was finished with drying her hair and whatever else needed doing, she found him waiting in bed for her, one side of the covers turned down in open invitation. If she happened to glance at the clock, she would have seen that he had, in fact, set the alarm while waiting. Something in his expression told her that he wanted her to come straight away to bed, sans nightclothes.<br><br>True to his word, Dominic didn't make love to her that night, although he did hold her close to his chest, spooning with her as they slept. Had they not both been so very tired, it might have been a lot harder than it actually was for them to fall asleep, but at least on Dominic part, holding her in his arms felt just right, and he was asleep in no time.<br><br>The next day was a busy one, and even if he'd wanted to, he didn't have time to linger in bed with his lovely assistant. There was a solid block of meetings, from 8 AM until nearly 7PM. After it was all over, he stretched and rubbed the small of his back then smiled over at Katherine. "To tell the truth, these are some of the most difficult businessmen in the world to deal with. Everything's so formalized. Give me a German businessman any day. A few pints of lager and some sauerbraten, and you have a deal. I'm going to head back to the Villa. The city is yours, Katherine. enjoy yourself, yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 23:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed at his expression when she came in, wearing nothing but a towel.&nbsp; Not one to be totally dense, she could tell what he wanted and it just brought the heat of her blood right to her cheekbones.&nbsp; She joined him in bed, letting the towel - this one dry - fall to the floor.&nbsp; All of her nightly primping done before she came in.&nbsp; She would have been lying if she said she didn't like the feel of his arms around her.&nbsp; The heat of him at her back...&nbsp; She slept peacefully in his arms, curling up there against him.&nbsp; By the end of the day, she could only nod in agreement with him.&nbsp; She hadn't found access to a cup of coffee for either of them past 1, and was running on her coffee and tea reserves stored especially in her coffee and tea bladders.&nbsp; Or at least that was the joke she told him on the way to another meeting before the day was over.&nbsp; <br><br>"How often do you do business with this group, sir?&nbsp; From what I've been told, the better they know you and more time they've had to build a raport, the friendlier and less formal they'll be...&nbsp; Ohhhhh..."&nbsp; She groaned softly as she stretched, slipping her heels off and slipping on the supplied slippers.&nbsp; "I'm not sure if I would rather go out or stay in...&nbsp; Maybe a bathhouse...&nbsp; That way I can relax and experience a bit of Japan at the same time...&nbsp; Owowow..."&nbsp; She gave three small little yelps jumping onto one leg and resting her back against a wall, lifting her leg up slightly she gripped it and slid to the floor.&nbsp; Cramp.&nbsp; Her legs just weren't yet used to the heels, apparently.&nbsp; "Please tell me I packed my flats for tomorrow..."&nbsp; She gave a soft pout, looking at her leg before stretching it out off of the small landing of the entry way.&nbsp; <br><br>She stretched the cramp out before standing, giving him a soft smile.&nbsp; "You sure you don't want to join me while I explore?&nbsp; C'mon...&nbsp; At least show me your favorite place before letting me look like a total gaijin," she said, deciding to explore the femininity he brought out in her by taking his arm and smooshing it against his chest, nuzzling his shoulder as she gave him the most coy look an innocent girl like her could muster.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:53:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only because you had that cramp." Dominic said with a stern look. "And you may have to stay up late doing research that I should have been doing." With a softening expression, he smiled and added, "That said, I do, in fact, know of a good bathhouse that gives world class massages. I'm guessing you could use one. We'll go to the bathhouse, have dinner, soak in a tub, then have a massage. After all that, we'll try to find the will to come back here and do a bit of work before collapsing into bed."<br><br>"I'm going to go change into something a bit more comfortable, and I suggest you do the same." He leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the corner of her lips, then began walking toward the bedroom, tugging her along for a few steps because she hadn't yet released his arm. Looking back at her, he smiled and nodded with a simple, "You're welcome," before she could even offer thanks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 02:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft pout about the cramp before smiling and nodding that she would do whatever research he wanted.&nbsp; Her eyes seemed happy and sparkled playfully as she heard he'd take her somewhere he liked.&nbsp; Tilting her head for his kiss, she didn't kiss him back this time - afraid her lipstick would smudge onto him.&nbsp; She was about to thank him when he said, "You're welcome."&nbsp; That caused her to pout again.&nbsp; She wondered if there was anything she could do that would surprise him in the future to get back for that little insight.&nbsp; She smirked as she thought of a few, tucking them away in her head before following his advice.&nbsp; <br><br>Going to the bedroom, she pulled out some clothes for her to put on in the bathroom before dashing down the stairs to said bathroom.&nbsp; Putting on a short dress that only came down to her knees, she put on a belt with it to add some style to the simple thing before putting on some black flats that matched the green dress.&nbsp; Remembering how he said he liked red, she redid the bottom bit of her makeup to put on some red lipstick as apposed to the soft pink she'd worn during the day.&nbsp; Smiling into the miror, she realized she could probably pass for Santa's naughty elf if she had a hat and ears - black leather belt and shoes, green dress, red lipstick and her dark and elfishly wild hair.&nbsp; Only partially tamed by a little bit of jell once she let it down.&nbsp; She snorted softly, a blow of air through her nose.&nbsp; It was the middle of july and she was thinking that?&nbsp; <br><br>She rolled her eyes at herself before going to the bathroom, grabbing their bathstuffs just in case if he'd rather use his own or she'd rather use her own instead of what they offered in the bathhouse.&nbsp; Piling it all into a basket with a wicker lid, she went to the front hallway to meet him with a smile.&nbsp; "Ready," she asked with a small cock of her hips, the basket resting on one hip and supported by her hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 00:15:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You certainly are," Dominic replied with a smile, mentally making a connection to Christmas in July, but not mentioning it because he didn't want her to second guess her adorable outfit. He'd simply changed into a pair of chinos, a nice striped polo, and some dock shoes. Unsurprising since he apparently owned a boat that he rarely got to sail. His eyes slid down the side of her body to the basket, "Are we having a picnic?"<br><br>After listening to her answer, he nodded and opened the door to escort her to the car. Before long they found themselves in an upscale Japanese bathhouse. They had some classic and authentic Japanese fare for dinner where he encouraged her to try a bit of sake, then they were led into different rooms to change into soft, short, silk robes. Both of them found themselves back in the same room where they were led to massage tables separated by a tatami screen. <br><br>Laying face down on the table wearing only a towel over his bottom, Dominic explained, "After the massage is finished, we'll each take a shower to get the oil off, then soak in a tub. The tub will be like this arrangement. A large, two person tub, separated by a screen so we can talk without any improper glances." Then he grunted as his skilled masseuse worked on his lower back. His masseuse was a male, hers female, and neither were being offered any 'extra' services, but both masseuses were very well trained.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 00:53:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just bringing out own bathstuffs in case we don't like what they offer," she told him with a smile before following him out.&nbsp; She enjoyed the sake, but only one cup - knowing her own tolerance for alcohol wasn't high as well as she enjoyed their meal with many different bits of different dishes.&nbsp; She conversed with him only on light subjects while they ate, one of the main subjects being what he enjoyed as a hobby in the few times he had the time to enjoy, and then what sorts of animals he liked and that she enjoyed.&nbsp; <br><br>She walked with him and did as he did at the bathhouse, listening to his instructions to make sure she didn't embarrass herself or him.&nbsp; She gave a small smile at his last words to her before they began their massage.&nbsp; Despite only being touched in proper and decent places, she still ended up having to bite her own hand in order to keep from moaning too loudly or too often.&nbsp; It seemed the woman massaging her found her weak points to make her bite especially hard onto the pad of her palm were her shoulder blades and the small of her back.&nbsp; When the masseuse used her talents to work on her poor abused feet - damned heels, she thought - she nearly bit through the skin of her hand trying to keep quiet, only a few small moans escaping.&nbsp; When the woman was done, she didn't know whether to be thankful she was for her hands sake, or disappointed because it had felt so good, she swore she'd have had an orgasm if she'd just had five more minutes.&nbsp; When the masseuses left, she gave her boss a small smile covering up and peeking around the screen, "I've never had a massage before...&nbsp; That was quite the experience."&nbsp; She wondered how many other firsts this man would give her.&nbsp; <br><br>After that, she went to go take her shower, washing off the oil along with any dirt of the day so that she wouldn't ruin the pure waters that they'd likely be bathing in.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 02:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic laughed a bit and walked around the screen to give her shoulder a squeeze, "Feel free to schedule us one a week or so. Many hotels will offer them for free to VIP travelers. Now, I can't take more than one deep tissue a week, and anything gentler than deep tissue is just foreplay as far as I'm concerned. Except for the warm stones. I'll see if I can't arrange a warm stone massage for you some time. Much less physical and much more spiritual. Completely different experience that leaves you so relaxed you could melt."<br><br>After their separate showers, they were each lead to the same room, which held a massive wooden soaking tub filled with hot water and separated in the middle by a tatami screen. By the time she'd arrived, Dominic was already in the tub, soaking with his head back against the rim. Smiling over at her, he explained, "There's an inside lip around the tub that acts like a seat, and the waters very warm, so be careful getting in."<br><br>After she'd climbed into the tub and settled into her seat, Dominic explained, "The Japanese are big on the concept of sweating out the toxins in one's body." He also demonstrated that while there was a screen separating them for privacy, it was only at the top of the tub, because he stretched his leg over and caressed her foot with his, essentially playing footsie in the tub.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 03:00:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She made notes in her head on the massages and once she left the shower she smiled as she saw him in the tub, getting in herself after dropping her towel on the edge.&nbsp; She made a soft moan at the water.&nbsp; It felt good - she knew she'd be red as a lobster getting out, but i felt good.&nbsp; She nodded and made a positive sound when he spoke, "Yes, I saw a steam room...&nbsp; When I came from the shower."&nbsp; She'd paused when she felt his foot, not expecting it.&nbsp; She smiled however and played back, the side of her foot rubbing against his before she let her ankle rest against his and travel a few inches up his leg before letting her foot and his play again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 01:45:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've never really understood the point of steam rooms. I like hot water, but steam? No thanks. Just sitting in a room with a number of other naked men, trying to breath in that humid swamp." Dominic shook his head as he foot trailed up and down the back of her calf before settling back against the bottom of the tub. "Not for me. I've had clients try to do business in those saunas.<br><br>"It could be because I spent so much time growing up in the South. High heat and humidity outside of certain situations, like heated tubs or showers, just makes me feel sticky." He caressed up and back down her other calf with his foot, "What about you? You could live anywhere in the world, money being no issue, where would you choose, Katherine?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 03:09:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft sigh as she enjoyed the water, turning her body a little as she felt his foot caress the back of her calf so he'd have easier access to it.&nbsp; When he caressed the other however, she giggled softly as she trapped his foot between her ankles before she gently rubbed the top of his foot with the ankle that was closet to it.&nbsp; She smiled at his words, giving another soft giggle.&nbsp; "I'll remember not to get you a humidifier for Christmas," she said, beginning to trace a curvy line on the back of his calf with a toe.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hm...&nbsp; Where would I go?"&nbsp; She bit her lip, leaning back as she thought.&nbsp; "Anywhere new...&nbsp; I've always liked to travel...&nbsp; See new things that I never had before...&nbsp; I honestly think I'd be happy in a country where I didn't know a single word of the language.&nbsp; Stranded and pennyless to boot.&nbsp; Just as long as it had things I'd never seen before.&nbsp; I'd love to see Jingdezhen in China though...&nbsp; I've always been fascinated with porcelain - I mean Chinese Porcelain.&nbsp; They still make it by hand there.&nbsp; A whole big city devoted to the art.&nbsp; Even more amazing is how it's supposed to be even more efficient than a factory, even though it doesn't run the creation with mechanical things...&nbsp; Cups, plates, pots, vases, figurines...&nbsp; All made the same way that it had been hundreds of years ago."&nbsp; Her hands made small movements as she talked, expressing her words even though she didn't realize it and he probably couldn't see it.&nbsp; "My grandmother...&nbsp; Growing up, she had this pretty cup that I thought was the world's smallest bowel.&nbsp; When I got older, I asked her if it was ivory, I didn't know better.&nbsp; She thoroughly corrected me in that it was a porcelain cup with Muhammadan Blue and White decoration from the Ming Dynasty.&nbsp; She said that our family had paid a king's ransom for a whole set of dinner ware back in the Medieval period of Europe, but over the years, each piece slowly got picked off by new heirs, thieves, and being broken.&nbsp; Along our branch, it's the only one left of the set supposedly...&nbsp; And you probably don't care about a word I'm saying..."&nbsp; <br><br>She chuckled, "Sorry...&nbsp; That cup was sort of a starting point for me on my international studies...&nbsp; If it weren't for my parents, I wouldn't be surprised if I had become a historian..."&nbsp; She blushed softly, her movements beneath the water stilling slightly in her embarrassment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 03:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You should consider investigating the international art trade while working with me, Katherine. Honestly, I have only a passing understanding of the business, but if you take that passion and combine it with the drive I know you have, you could be a formidable force indeed." Dominic took his role as a mentor for his assistants seriously, even when playing naked footsie in a hot tub. "I do know some dealers I've bought pieces from over the years. I'll make certain to arrange a good opportunity for you to meet them."<br><br>The water sloshed as he settled back against the wall, leaning his head against the rim. "Not that I'm assuming that's what you'll want to pursue the life of an art trader. International affairs, if you'll pardon the pun, is a huge world, and finding your niche is the single most important choice you'll need to make. I'll do my best to expose you to as many different experiences as I can, so you can make as educated a decision as possible."<br><br>"And never show me that cup, Katherine. No physical cup could live up to the image your story has woven in my mind, and I never want to feel even a twinge of disappointment in regards to that tale."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 05:15:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything you do for me is greatly appreciated," she said, blushing lightly at his words - though why she blushed, she didn't know.&nbsp; She gently rubbed her calves around his, giving a light giggle as he told her not to show him the cup.&nbsp; "I don't think you'd be dissapointed.&nbsp; Have you ever seen a piece of blue and white porcelain?&nbsp; The pieces are so beautiful, but can be fragile if it's a small piece.&nbsp; It's the reason that only the 'big pieces' of toilets are porcelain.&nbsp; As a large piece, it's quite strong, and the finish is easy on the eyes.&nbsp; Small bits though, such as a plate or cup, is more fragile than normal pottery.&nbsp; It's actually quite amazing that the cup lasted this long.&nbsp; There's not a chip on it," she said, telling him a bit more before she lifted up her fingers.&nbsp; "We should be getting out, sir.&nbsp; I'm starting to prune, and you've been in here longer than I have," she said, not making a move as she waited for his decision.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 04:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm too old to be worried about wrinkles, Katherine." He teased with a light smile when she warned him about the pruning. "They just make me look distinguished." He reached under the screen to send a little wave her way. Not a full splash, because that wouldn't be proper, you understand.<br><br>"You are right though. We should get out. It's getting late and we either need to work on the research for tomorrow, or blow it off and go souvenir shopping for your family then fly by the seat of our pants tomorrow. Either way, we can't accomplish anything here. As the subordinate, it falls to you to leave first. Simply climb out, put on a robe, and an attendant will take you back to your clothes. I'll follow momentarily." Dominic drew his leg back from her, but not before tracing his big toe along the arch of her sole, just to see if she was ticklish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 04:26:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She literally bit her tongue trying not to laugh aloud as he tickled her foot.&nbsp; While giving him a pouting dirty look that looked more cute than anything on her innocent face, she followed his instructions.&nbsp; Taking a robe and stepping out to be lead to her clothing.&nbsp; Quickly, she got dressed and put on what makeup she'd worn.&nbsp; She did want to get a few souvenirs for her family, but she knew from experience that flying by the seat of their pants wasn't a good idea.&nbsp; When they were finally able to see each other again she gave him a smile and greeting him.&nbsp; "What will we be researching, anyways, sir," she asked, taking her place besides him as they took their leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 02:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The National Diet of Japan just passed news regulations regarding International Trade. Our clients want me to be able to boil them down into something easily digestible by 3PM tomorrow when we'll be meeting with their board of directors to show them how to best position themselves to take advantage of the changes." Dominic smiled over at her and added, "I do hope you're good and relaxed, because I suspect it'll be a long night, and not in the pleasant way."<br><br>The regulations in question were part of a law that was almost 350 pages long. Dominic had a pair of printouts, but seemed to prefer working on a tablet PC, with the screen turned to a portrait facing, and a light pen. Of course, as the assistant, it was Katherine's job to keep them both in caffeine as they worked, and he, for one, needed a bit of caffeine. He'd kicked his shoes off and had his feet up on the coffee table, laptop in lap, and a pen tucked between his teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-05-2009, 02:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tucked a crushed vitamin B pill into a sandwich she made for him in the middle of the night, just to help him stay awake as the coffee didn't seem to do the trick.&nbsp; He didn't seem to notice it, and she knew that while the vitamin didn't have any adverse affects, some people didn't like to 'pop a pill' to stay awake.&nbsp; She herself took one as well as she took over the pair of printouts he had.&nbsp; Reading one and taking notes in the other as she utilized her study technique, the pencil she used just about chewed to pieces when she was done.&nbsp; She amazingly had all of her reading and notetaking done in two hours.&nbsp; Reading over the notified copy again twice in the next two hours before she grabbed her computer and started working on some research for popular food and food choices in Japan that still went with the regulations.&nbsp; Taking two hours on that, she began writing up a rough draft for a proposal, putting her marketing classes to work.&nbsp; "Any ideas," she asked as she typed up a generalized intro for the rough draft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 04:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. This law will be rescinded or revised by the end of the year. Honestly, I don't see a good avenue for our clients to take advantage of the law. But I do see an exploit that gives local corporations with Chinese factories an unfair advantage in avoid tariffs. Clearly a representative slipped that in to benefit a business contact. Our client doesn't do business in China, and if we point it out to them, they can take it back to the Diet." Dominic reached over and sat his tablet down beside hers, where he'd sketched out all of the relevant information including some competing companies that could benefit from how the law was written.<br><br>"Sometimes, all the help we can offer is pointing out how our client has been wronged."<br><br>Rising to his feet, Dominic stretched, yawned, then scratched his side. "Afraid I'm going to take ruthless advantage of our relationship by leaving the presentation creation to you. You're probably better with PowerPoint than I am." He leaned over to give the top of her head a soft kiss. "Come to bed when you're finished. You'll need some sleep before tomorrow morning." He gave her hair a fond caress, then turned to head upstairs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 05:57:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened carefully to his words, taking notes on the back of her printout set.&nbsp; She smirked as he left the presentation up to her.&nbsp; "Meanie," she said, giving his hair a gentle tug as he kissed the top of her head.&nbsp; She nodded, "If I get to sleep, I'll come up."<br><br>She watched him go upstairs before getting to work, using the information given to her and some she found online to get the job done.&nbsp; After some four grueling hours, at 4:38 am, she finished to her standards.&nbsp; All she had to do was delete her reference slide and save it to the zip drive they would be using.&nbsp; As the file loaded - taking a bit longer for the machine to write it to the zip drive because the zip was a model for Japanese machines, given to them by one of their clients there, she let her head rest on the table a minute, intending to let the teltale 'beepboop' of her laptop tell her to go to bed.&nbsp; She'd forgotten she'd left the sound mute, however.&nbsp; Falling asleep on the tabletop, her head resting just on the tip of her keyboard.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't wake untill her blueberry woke her up with the ringtone she'd been waking up to since she'd gotten a phone, the traditional AT&amp;T ring.&nbsp; A response she'd made herself, she probably would have woken out of a coma if someone played that by her ear.&nbsp; She gave a soft bark of supprise when she awoke.&nbsp; A bit sore from her sleeping possition, she'd only slept till 5:30 am.&nbsp; With a growl when she realized what she'd done, she pulled out her phone and shut it off.&nbsp; Standing up, she unplugged the zip drive and went into the kitchen.&nbsp; Putting some coffee in the machine, she went to the bathroom to comb out her wild hair before going back to the kitchen, looking for one of the energy drinks she'd asked the house owner to stalk up on just a few.&nbsp; "Peach mocha," she said, reading the japanese writing on the can.&nbsp; She raised an eyebrow before shrugging and downing the thing.&nbsp; Looking at the clock, 5:54 am, she decided she'd best get ready.&nbsp; Better early than late.&nbsp; <br><br>Tiptoeing upstairs, she peeked into the bedroom, seeing Dom still asleep.&nbsp; Biting her lip, she gently snuck in, going to the closet.&nbsp; Managing to open it quietly, she pulled out one of her suits, a grey pinstripe that morning, and managed to quietly shut the door, all till it came around to actually getting it shut.&nbsp; The handle made a large clunking sound as she closed the door, making her wince.&nbsp; Oh, lord, she hoped he didn't wake from that.&nbsp; She knew he could get at least another fifteen minutes sleep, even if she and her damned womanly needs couldn't.&nbsp; Slowly, she turned to see if he was awake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>20-05-2009, 03:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dominic, while he didn't consider himself a sadist, did get a bit of satisfaction from the startled, sheepish look on Katherine's face when she turned and saw him watching her. "You still have a bit of a red mark right along here," he traced a line down the side of his head while smiling at her, "So I'm guessing you fell asleep either on your computer or beside it despite me telling you to come to bed." He clucked his tongue and gave his head a shake. <br><br>"Why is it all of my assistants work themselves to sleep at least once during the initial week?" He sat up against his pillows, "Why do you smell like peaches and chocolate?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 03:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Peach Mocha drink," she told him, blushing slightly, as she thought about the answer to his other question.&nbsp; "Maybe because you keep taking ruthless advantage of your position at least once a week," she said, remembering what he said that night.&nbsp; She gave him a soft smile before looking at the clock wincing, "I've got to hurry if I'm to get ready in time for us to leave."&nbsp; She gave him another soft smile before looking at the suit to make sure it wasn't wrinkled.&nbsp; Allready ironed before she packed it and the fabric wrinkle proof to boot, it was ready to wear.&nbsp; "You might want to get ready too.&nbsp; The presentation is on my laptop and on the zip drive.&nbsp; If there's any changes you want made, you'd best look at it now so you can tell me when we've got a few spare seconds," she told him, pulling off a piece of fuzz before giving him a wink and heading to the downstairs bathroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 04:51:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently, Dominic didn't have any problems with her presentation. Nor did their clients, although they didn't seem to pay all that much attention to it.&nbsp; One thing she was picking up on was that there was a lot of 'going through the motions' when dealing with these people. The clients were willing to take Dominic's word, but still wanted to see that he'd done his homework. It was a little like high school geometry and working on a 4 page proof to prove something a 2nd grader knew to be true.<br><br>And fate was not being kind to Katherine. Their hosts had politely invited Dominic out for some Karaoke and drinks, an invitation they couldn't refuse. Despite their late night and early morning, he seemed to have stamina to spare. They were on their way to the third bar of the evening when he leaned over and smiled, whispering, "You can call it an evening if you like. You've put in a good show as my subordinate, and none of them would think less of you for turning in early. Admittedly, that's because they're chauvinistic. However, as your boss and friend, allow me to say there's nothing wrong with taking advantage of their misconceptions. I know you didn't get much rest last night."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 05:10:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even though the whole meeting was 'going through the motions', Katherine was chewing her lip nervously the whole time, afraid she might have put in something they wouldn't like or some other nonsense.&nbsp; A perfectionist always, she had to know if there would be anything wrong before she'd accept that she'd done a good job.&nbsp; By the time they were done explaining everything, to hear that they would be waiting on their decision - typical Asian businessmen - was something almost torturous to her brain.&nbsp; <br><br>As they walked to the third - THIRD - bar, Katherine gave Dominic a soft smile for his words.&nbsp; Oh, she did want to take advantage of their misconceptions, but what if he needed her for something?&nbsp; She knew he wasn't helpless, but still.&nbsp; Giving her lips a small lick, she looked at the name of the next bar they were going to and looked at him and nodded, "I think, I will take advantage of that.&nbsp; I'll keep my phone on, so if anything is wrong, call me.&nbsp; I'll take a cab - unless you'd like to take advantage of being my only male escort and come home with me to make sure I stay safe."&nbsp; She gave him a small smile, looking as the bar came closer as she awaited his answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 05:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And imply that I am unable to hire an assistant who can find her own way home? A terrible loss of face that would be." Dominic had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, although she could see a bit of fatigue lurking behind those alert orbs. He reached across to give her shoulder a friendly squeeze, "Go get some rest, and that's an order. I won't be at my best tomorrow so I'll need at least one of us to be on their toes. If I catch you waiting up, I'll have to reprimand you, and I hate that." After tossing her a quick wink, he turned and walked back over to his clients.<br><br>"Gentleman, my sincerest apologies, but I'm sending my assistant back to our lodgings to tend to a bit of business." Although the businessmen seemed openly disappointed, Katherine was canny enough to sense some of them were actually relieved. The Salarymen liked to be... well, men, while they were out on the town, and having a woman along cramped their style a bit. No doubt Dominic would be subjected to all manner of silliness now that he was alone with the drunk gentleman.<br><br>Of course, even half exhausted, he could hold his own. He was a professional, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dream Job (C&amp;M)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 00:23:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft pout, wishing a bit that he'd have taken the opportunity to go with her back home but decided that he probably knew best.&nbsp; He'd done this longer than she had.&nbsp; She gave the men a smile, wave and a "Sayonara."&nbsp; Hailing a cab as she went back to their shared 'lodgings', she entered the house - unscathed - and took a shower before she put on a long t-shirt to sleep in.&nbsp; Not wearing anything else, she slipped into bed, curling up under the covers, exhausted from little sleep and a slightly late night, she fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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