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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 27
I Have Executive Privilege, I'm The CEO's Girl
It is not uncommon for members of the C suite to eat at the restaurant that members of the lower classes eat. It's just a good place, and affordable for us. I was there, I met my sorority sister Lez from college. When we saw each other we hugged, and we had a little peck on the lips. A sorority thing.
The big boss saw this and when he got up from his table he stopped by and put his hand on my shoulder and asked who my friend was. I said Lez, and meet Mr. Thompson. Good to meet you and all the other niceties and he pulled me aside and asked in my ear, 'is she a lez', but I misunderstood and said yes she's Lez. (Her whole name is Leslie but in college we called her Lez).
He pulled me aside, pulled me grabbing my arm and walking me backwards away from the table and he asked me 'are you lez?' I caught that one, and said no. But your friend is lez. Now I caught on, her name is Lez, no she's not a lesbian. We are friends from college. Then he said 'I've got my eye on you, don't disappoint me'.
What was that all about? He stood beside me and gave me his cheek, and tapped his cheek asking for a kiss. So I tiptoed up and kissed his cheek. 'Make sure that Lez doesn't get kissed more than she should, I don't want to hear about any body surfing in bed together. Understood?' This time he kissed me full on the lips.
Later than afternoon I went to his office, I had to walk in without an appointment. I told his secretary he would see me, 'trust me on that'. I didn't tell her that he kissed me on the lips. I asked him what that whole scene was about. He answered by asking me to explain this girl and explain myself. I told him we are sorority sisters and sorority sisters get very close, but not so close that we 'sleep' together. Just like sisters, we kiss and hug and hold hands and that's all.
He gave me a lecture, told me that I was too walk the straight and narrow. He walked me to the door and put his cheek out with his finger on it. So I tiptoed up and kissed his cheek. And then looked at his secretary. I half felt like he was going to pat me on the ass.
It was only a week later that he took me down. It was eighty percent verbal and twenty percent physical, but the physical part included complete penetration. I have never gotten out from under his thumb. I'm still there. I kiss his cheek for real, no peck. If he puts is arm around me I fall into his hold. If he lifts my chin, I get ready for a kiss on the lips. I always close my eyes for it.
His secretary knows not to disturb him if I am in his office. She knows that I can walk in if I am there to see him (I always check first if he is with someone or on the phone). She pulls the door closed if we are speaking too loud. And if she offers him coffee she brings me a cup as well. She calls it 'executive privilege'. That I have executive privilege and she treats me like that.
The big boss saw this and when he got up from his table he stopped by and put his hand on my shoulder and asked who my friend was. I said Lez, and meet Mr. Thompson. Good to meet you and all the other niceties and he pulled me aside and asked in my ear, 'is she a lez', but I misunderstood and said yes she's Lez. (Her whole name is Leslie but in college we called her Lez).
He pulled me aside, pulled me grabbing my arm and walking me backwards away from the table and he asked me 'are you lez?' I caught that one, and said no. But your friend is lez. Now I caught on, her name is Lez, no she's not a lesbian. We are friends from college. Then he said 'I've got my eye on you, don't disappoint me'.
What was that all about? He stood beside me and gave me his cheek, and tapped his cheek asking for a kiss. So I tiptoed up and kissed his cheek. 'Make sure that Lez doesn't get kissed more than she should, I don't want to hear about any body surfing in bed together. Understood?' This time he kissed me full on the lips.
Later than afternoon I went to his office, I had to walk in without an appointment. I told his secretary he would see me, 'trust me on that'. I didn't tell her that he kissed me on the lips. I asked him what that whole scene was about. He answered by asking me to explain this girl and explain myself. I told him we are sorority sisters and sorority sisters get very close, but not so close that we 'sleep' together. Just like sisters, we kiss and hug and hold hands and that's all.
He gave me a lecture, told me that I was too walk the straight and narrow. He walked me to the door and put his cheek out with his finger on it. So I tiptoed up and kissed his cheek. And then looked at his secretary. I half felt like he was going to pat me on the ass.
It was only a week later that he took me down. It was eighty percent verbal and twenty percent physical, but the physical part included complete penetration. I have never gotten out from under his thumb. I'm still there. I kiss his cheek for real, no peck. If he puts is arm around me I fall into his hold. If he lifts my chin, I get ready for a kiss on the lips. I always close my eyes for it.
His secretary knows not to disturb him if I am in his office. She knows that I can walk in if I am there to see him (I always check first if he is with someone or on the phone). She pulls the door closed if we are speaking too loud. And if she offers him coffee she brings me a cup as well. She calls it 'executive privilege'. That I have executive privilege and she treats me like that.
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