saw
what looked like the shadow of a man leap across to the opposite
building I was in, and he then went out of the range of my sight. I
did a double-take, and rubbed my eyes, bewildered by what I had
just seen. The man's silhouette seemed to have some appendages
attached to him also. I scratched my head, people didn't just leap
from building to building I told myself, it wasn't humanely
possible, it must have been a pigeon I'd seen. Yes, that must've
been it, I decided.
At about seven, I returned to my dorm, riding
the bus with the other non-billionaire types I was so used to
having to mingle with. The memory of being in Grey's office kept
flashing through my mind; I was now no longer an 'oral virgin' and
wondered who I should first tell about this important event.
Telling the school principle seemed like a bad idea, or telling the
college janitor, who I never spoke to anyway, seemed quite
pointless to me, but I had to tell someone or what had been the
point of it all? After eating some thick German sausage in my dorm,
I settled down to sleep, and wondered what the next day's meeting
with Grey would bring.
...
The next morning I happened to bump into
Sarah on the way to class,
“Oh hey Elle, how did the interview go?”
Sarah asked, brushing her blonde hair to the side as she checked
out one of the basketball team player's ass as he walked on by,
“Did he fill you in?”
“ Well ... ” I began, “I think Mr. Grey
wishes to take me on as his new submissive Sarah!” I said
excitedly.
“Oh really? So are you going to take a
position under him?”
“I really don't think it's appropriate Sarah,
I'm not attracted to him at all, but I can't deny it would
definitely help my juices flow... creative juices I mean.”
“Did he try any moves on you then?”
“No, he knew right from the get-go that I
wasn't the kind of woman that would bend to his will like all the
others, just because he has some edgy billionaire BDSM thing going
on.”
“Good for you!” Said Sarah encouragingly,
“These BDSM experts think all women will just do whatever they
want.”
“Yeah, I only sucked his cock for research
purposes.”
“Well that's par-for-the-course isn't
it.”
“It sure is.”
“I'm surprised he didn't try to get a look at
those pert tits of yours though.” Said Sarah, pointing down towards
them in the low-cut top I had also worn that day, simply because I
couldn't find anything else to wear in my full wardrobe.
“Oh he did.” I replied, “But it was all part
of the blow-job action.”
“Well that's OK then.” Sarah said, “As long
as he knows you have standards, he'll respect you.”
Sarah was right, as long as I kept my
standards of professionalism, Grey would come to regard me as a
submissive equal. I went off to my class, but spent most of it
wondering what the meeting with the board of directors would be
like, and what exactly Grey would expect me to do.
...
Arriving on the sixteenth floor again, Grey's
secretary spotted me walking-by as she was at the water cooler,
“Miss. James, follow me, they are already all
in the meeting room.” She said, leading me down the corridor.
Opening the door to the boardroom, I saw
eight men sitting at a large conference table, with one seat
glaringly untaken.
“Ah Miss. James.” Said Grey, standing up in
his Yves Saint Laurent tailor-made suit with gold cufflinks and a
daringly open-necked shirt, “I've already told the board all about
you, they are all very excited to hear your ideas.”
I still didn't know exactly what ideas they
wanted to hear from me, and was slightly nervous as I walked into
the room, but told myself to maintain a look of confidence that was
befitting of my position as an author of erotic stories.
“Erm, hi everyone, I'm Elle James.” I said,
waving at them and then doing a curtsy, and wondered why I had just
done so.
“Hi Ellie.” They all said in unison, waving
back at me.
Grey motioned for me to sit beside
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