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It was well over an hour into end-of-day crunch time, when Elaine jumped slightly at the alarm of a new message arriving at her inbox. This wasn’t an unusual reaction for Elaine; she was a jumpy sort of girl.
Insecure and eager to please, her behavior could often be compulsive and slightly neurotic. Her awkwardness was disguised by her quirky charm, which only served to make her appear just slightly dorkier, but in a sweet, adorable way.
In spite of her awkwardness, Elaine was an elegantly built woman with a beautiful face. The past few years of stress were beginning to impose themselves on her face and body. Already thin and angular by nature with a very pale complexion, her face had become weary from day to day tension. It was only noticeable when her face masked in a frown of concentration. When she smiled and talked with people, the weariness left her face completely.
She could have covered her worry lines with makeup, but was reactive to most cosmetics and fragrances, and she was happy to be out of that time consuming habit of applying them.
Except for a little lipstick, Elaine had kissed makeup goodbye long ago and didn’t miss it. She didn’t miss Pantyhose either, opting for slacks and blouses with sensible shoes for her workplace uniform.
Elaine was not subject to stress eating and overweight like many of her harried co-workers, but quite the opposite; even though she ate well, her body had taken on a lean, hungry look over in the past few years.
Her brunette hair, her choice of sensible black framed glasses and her quirky smile had earned her the nick-name “Tina Fey” among her co-workers, and she had to fake a cheerful laugh every time someone thought they were being clever saying it. She made a concentrated effort to return a friendly smile every time some dork from logistics would blurt out “Hey Tina!”, or “Liz” or “Lemon”.
Elaine knew that a lot of guys thought Tina Fey was sexy in a mousy, clever, librarian sort of way, but inside, she still had an image of herself as more glamorous and sophisticated than that. For one thing, she was taller and more statuesque, and for another, she had way better breasts.
Although it failed to elevate her overall self-esteem significantly, Elaine was pretty secure in the knowledge that her breasts were top notch. She hadn’t had too many dates in high school because of her strict catholic father, but every guy she did manage to date couldn’t keep his hands off her chest.
They weren’t gigantic, in-your-face boobs, but very firm, nicely shaped 34C’s. She didn’t advertise them with lots of cleavage, scoop necks, or thin, nipple exposing bras and blouses. Elaine chose crisp, well fitted tops that showed off her bust in a tasteful, understated way. She wore substantial bra’s that masked those embarrassing spikes when the weather turned cold.
She worried that the weight loss she had been undergoing would have a detrimental effect on her bust line, but so far she hadn’t had to shop for a smaller cup size.
Elaine had suffered from a poor self-image growing up, but it had increased in her adult life, thanks in a large part to her husband, Tim.
Tim had been in full swing when they first married, earning a good income and affording them a lavish lifestyle. Early in their relationship he had begun a habit of teasing Elaine with mildly derogatory comments about her looks.
She knew it was his way of showing power over her, taking advantage of his intimate knowledge of her insecurity about her appearance.
Tim fell more into the habit as he found his stride in his career and became prideful about his wealth, to the point of making degrading comments to her around his friends.
Although it disturbed her to acknowledge it, Elaine discovered that at times she had become slightly aroused by what could only be called verbal abuse. She had not allowed herself to think about it, and the erotic feelings had always been held back to an almost subliminal level, but her sex life with Tim had been good back then.
Elaine was a small town girl from the west coast, smart but a bit naive.
Having no brothers growing up, boys had been a complete mystery to her as a girl; all she knew of them was filtered through the lens of her harsh, disciplinarian father and his religious ideals, his anger and his leather belt.
This had the effect of making the worst sort of boys the most intensely attractive to her, but she managed to keep her chaste catholic self-image intact despite her inner struggles and those rare external struggles, grappling with boys sweaty hands, searching out the hot spots of her young body in the backseats of their cars.
Her father had actually groomed and encouraged Elaine to become a nun, but she knew early on that her intense curiosity about boys and her curiosity about the dark mysteries of sex would never allow that.
Within a year after high school, in a whirlwind of time and events, she married herself to a man who had swept her off her feet her with his intense male kırklareli escort image and a fair amount of wealth. Elaine had ultimately been won over by the man’s apparent obsession with herself, her face and her body. She chose to ignore his mostly hidden, less appealing attributes until the worst became fully known to her.
She had stumbled into her situation as a lonely, desperate young woman, seeking to satisfy her mounting sexual needs within the bounds of holy matrimony. A great many of those dark mysteries were revealed to her, but it became more than her innocent mind or body could cope with when the games he had wanted to play were revealed. It had all escalated until it became obvious that her “matrimony” was anything but holy. That marriage didn’t even last a year.
It ended the night he drove her to a party at a large house in the suburbs. It had seemed very exciting, the palatial house, the expensive cars lined up out front.
It had seemed like a normal but significantly upscale party until the night began to wear on and Elaine noticed a lot of sloppy necking and groping n the dance floor, between guests she knew to be married to others present. Elaine became disoriented as partygoers began to shedding their clothing, as couples and groups began falling together in the dark corners of the rooms, the sights, sounds and smells of the most illicit sex acts exposed right before her. She found her husband and grabbed his arm, insisting on leaving immediately. It became obvious in short order that he had brought her here with the intention of sharing her with his friends.
She made a scene and he took her home. She called her mother, packed and left him that night. She annulled the marriage without speaking to him again.
She had been at a very low point in her young life when she met Tim, barely coming out of the fog and depression of her first disastrous marriage. She was impressed and taken in by Tim’s bluster. He seemed the perfect teenage movie image of an east coast big shot, and she fell for him quickly.
Elaine was again swept off her feet with travel, cars, clothes, and didn’t stop to question any of it, just let it happen. She hadn’t let herself slow down to think about marrying him, just as she hadn’t slowed down going in to the previous devastating nuptial.
They married, settled down, had two children, the future was bright. Now days, she looked back at that time with mixed feelings; missing the good times and feeling like a complete fool for not seeing the writing on the wall.
At this point in the game, she had to confess that Tim’s charms had faded along with the cocky confidence he had when they were first married, when his career had launched like a rocket during the Dot-Com era.
After the crash it became obvious that he’d just been a good talker, and there was no substance to his bluster. It turned out that much of his business was propped up by money from his mother. It had all slowly evaporated along with the charming illusion of the man he had invented.
Over the past decade, Tim’s overall well-being had declined along with the illusions of a grand life. He grew depressed, didn’t leave the house much, and had multiple health issues, most of which Elaine figured to be in his head. He had apparently lost any sexual interest in Elaine, staying up all night in his office. He didn’t usually come to bed until she was getting ready for work in the morning.
Tim needed Viagra for their increasingly rare sexual encounters, and for the rest of the time, he was on anti-depressants and a handful of other unidentifiable pills.
Elaine felt sympathy for Tim, but the love she had for him was now mostly a product of that sympathy, and her duty to her marriage vows. As his problems progressed, his insults grew meaner, and became an ugly manifestation of his growing inferiority complex. His demeaning speech just seemed hateful now. Elaine hadn’t allowed Tim to see her naked in years.
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Elaine’s obsessive attention to detail in her work habits worked out well for her employers; she was reliable, never neglected her duties, and never missed a memo. She came in a half hour early and left an hour or two late.
Elaine would work some overtime but would often clock out and continue working late to meet her deadlines and avoid negative attention from upper level management. Elaine saw this as killing two birds with one stone; she could look like a star to management while giving herself a two hour oasis every day.
At the end of every day, from the moment she rolled her phone to customer service and flipped the “Closed” sign in the office window, she could catch up all her work and get some space between the hectic work day and going home to face the mounting tension.
She had realized long ago that she was avoiding dealing with problems in her marriage by staying late at work, but it seemed an acceptable compromise.
Although she didn’t love the work afyon escort itself, Elaine desperately needed the income. She had been the sole breadwinner for the past three years with four mouths to feed, not to mention the medical bills. The girls were teenagers now and needed lots of things.
She was a workaholic and she knew it, but she had accepted it and did not care to recover. She just worked harder, stayed longer, and performed to the utmost of her capabilities to maintain her position at the company.
Tonight, as she opened her inbox, her momentary panic quickly turned to relief when she looked up from her work and saw that the new message was from her boss, Steven.
Elaine always got a little smile from her e-mail exchanges with Steve; always light and conversational, reflecting the close, casual workplace relationship they’d built in the past 3 years.
The face to face conversations she had with Steven were even more enjoyable, deeper and more involved.
When the two of them took coffee breaks together, Elaine felt like there was no one else in the world she could talk to the way she could talk to Steven. She told him things she had told to no one else and was sure the same was true for Steve. In many ways he had become her best friend and confidant.
Their adjoining offices had become a haven from the world for her, but the reality of their situation had been weighing on her conscience for some time.
Their conversations had long ago taken a decidedly unprofessional turn, and Elaine was doing a juggling act in her mind trying to come to terms with it.
As she started to read Steven’s message, Elaine pondered the situation, not exactly looking for a resolution. It was far more pleasurable just thinking over the problem.
Being raised a strict catholic and also married with kids, she felt increasingly guilty over the closeness she had with Steven, and increasingly afraid it would be noticed by the other employees at the firm.
Lately she had been pulling back from him, as afraid of coming to grips with her feelings about him as having someone else find out.
Elaine’s mind was adept at disguising her heart’s motives. Truth be told, her relationship with Steven was getting to the point where it could easily veer off into a workplace affair. In reality, it probably was an affair; they just hadn’t gone all the way. Elaine’s mind had successfully downplayed any evidence to the contrary.
There had been more than a few lingering hugs, such that they would have had to jump apart awkwardly if someone had walked in on them. This had started off as frequent “buddy” hugs, and then started to lengthen into “comfort” hugs.
She couldn’t remember when it started happening, and hardly let herself believe it was happening at all, but somewhere about a year ago they had crossed a line.
She had let Steven’s arms stay wrapped around her far too long on far too many occasions. He was strong, vital and well built. She found herself melting into his maleness, enjoying the warmth of his strong arms around her waist, his wonderful hands sliding up and down her back, her neck.
She had become far too generous with full frontal contact, becoming addicted to the solid feel of his muscular chest squeezing her breasts against her. It had reached the point where it wasn’t hugging any more, it was holding.
Steven had begun giving her little pecks on the cheek. Anyway it had started as a little peck on the cheek, but had progressed to become a full, soft, lingering kiss every time he held her.
His kisses would start at her cheek, move down her jaw line and then ramble slowly to her earlobe, which he would almost imperceptibly suck between his full, soft lips. Then the soft kisses would start to move down her neck.
She broke the contact at that point every time, but she knew deep down that all it would take to pull her over the line would be the one time when Steven refused to let her push away from him, pulled her back, kissed her mouth, let his hand slide up to cup and grasp her breast, press his inflamed male body against her.
She had often felt Steve’s sizeable manhood swelling substantially and hardening against her when they came together, and it left a disturbing impression on her body and soul. She knew she was in trouble.
Elaine’s affection for Steve ran deep to the core of her being, spun her head and made her hot all over when she allowed this one single wonderfully sinful thought to barely enter her mind: Steven could force her, probably even wanted to, but he had the will and self-control not to.
She barely allowed the thought, just as she did not acknowledge her predilection for rape fantasies, which she indulged in from time to time during occasional weak moments of moral lapse. She felt overwhelming guilt the very second after her self-induced orgasm began to wane.
Luckily no one had walked in on them hugging yet, but it was getting risky and amasya escort Elaine feared it was only a matter of time.
She was getting a little woozy imagining it now, sitting at her desk. Elaine took a deep breath, shook her head briskly and exhaled, adjusting her seating.
She told herself to get a grip and get back to business. She would have to visit the restroom pretty soon and get some tissues for her panties.
Steve had also been increasingly familiar and daring in the other ways he touched her, ways that could be reported as sexual harassment by any company standards, yet Elaine hadn’t stopped him.
It had gone from a little surprise pat on the butt to an occasional pinch and progressed to brief, light cupping and fondling. The only protest she had given was her little shocked cry of surprise.
She didn’t consciously take responsibility for letting it continue; neither had she admitted to herself that she was starving for physical attention.
The shock and surprise of Steven’s clandestine groping made Elaine’s heart race every time it happened.
The fact that she anticipated his sneak attacks with a burning desire was another secret Elaine managed to keep from herself. After all, he was forcing himself on her, so she wasn’t really being naughty, was she?
Their conversations had veered into the risqué. Although Elaine had used all the powers of her verbal skills to make her part at least seem innocent, she had definitely egged Steve on, had even dropped some hot little conversation starters.
Like the afternoon Steve walked past her through her office and casually asked how she was doing.
On this particular day, she was concentrating, staring at her computer screen with busy hands, when the words “I just need a spanking” just slipped right from her tongue. It shocked her that she said it, and she could tell it shocked Steven.
He took a step back and then slipped into his easy smile. “Well, wasn’t expecting that, but you know Elaine, I am always, always here for you when it comes to your needs.” He laughed and continued, “You are so lucky you work for me! I am just the kind of guy who would love to help you with that!”
That got it started. She didn’t know where they came from; these little tidbits about needing to be spanked and slapped just seemed to pop right out of her mouth in casual conversation with him.
Steve would respond with queries about the type of spanking; “So…Bare handed? Paddle? Riding crop? What’s your pleasure ma’am?” She always tried to quietly couch the discussion and pretend to be concentrating on work, but the little smile inside her always worked its way out to her lips and gave her away.
Steve would quietly walk up behind her chair, start to massage her shoulders, bring his lips down close to her ear and whisper in that low, husky voice of his, “I will never punish you beyond what you would find enjoyable my dear, I promise”.
He started threatening a spanking if she screwed up some little task. “You know young lady, one more of those and it’s spank time!”
She had even let a comment slip under her breath about enjoying the pain.
When Steven heard it, he spun around quickly, “What was that!?!” Elaine didn’t look up from her desk, but answered “I said ‘I like pain!'”, in an alarmingly serious tone, as though she were under interrogation.
Steven mocked seriousness and went through a list of implements he thought might be suitable for the job and Elaine pretended not to listen as that special little smile curled the corners of her mouth.
Spank talk was getting to be a daily thing now, but when it started to trigger her inner “Slut alarm”, Elaine always ended the banter with some sort of downplaying to make sure Steve knew it was all in fun and that she wasn’t actually the sort of girl who would enjoy that.
She wasn’t, was she? Now that she thought about it, the butt pinching, slapping and fondling had all come after spank talk had started.
Then there were the shoulder massages. She had tried feebly to refuse at first and still put up mild resistance, but his hands were too good. Steven was pro-level in letting his fingertips find the tension and sooth it away.
After one really great session, she was so relaxed that her tongue slipped again and she told Steven that she still felt his hands on her for hours after he had stopped. She immediately wished she could retract the statement, but there it was.
At least she hadn’t told him how she carried the feel of his hands on her skin into bed with her every night.
More than once when Steve was massaging her shoulders, he had worked his fingertips around the base of her neck. She had been self-conscious about her thin neck since girlhood.
Steve’s hands were incredible as usual. It felt so wonderful, her tense neck muscles melting under his touch, when suddenly she heard a winsome little girl voice she recognized as her own whispering “I bet you could easily wrap your big hands all the way around my throat, couldn’t you?”
Steve did, making a complete circumference of her throat with his long, thick fingers. He kept massaging gently, but squeezed a little, tightening slowly, and she felt the blood flow cut off for a brief, dizzying second before he released. Elaine heard herself gasp out loud as the blood rushed back to her head.
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