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Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 50: Time's Money (S&M Family fun, career opportunities)
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WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual
Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of
satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any
way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or
physically possible. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state
(or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this right
now. I mean it!!!!!!
Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!!
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Late for Dinner
copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym)
All rights reserved
Chapter 50: Time’s Money
Officer Ray helped the girls load their bags and boxes into the trunk of
Daddy’s big black BMW. “There you are, Kathy,” the officer smiled, “all
done.” He tipped his hat and patted his zipper. “I’ll see you Monday
night at six.”
“That’ll be great!” Kathy hugged the friendly law enforcer. “And,” she
whispered in his ear, “tell Michael we can’t wait to see him.”
“You bet,” Ray winked, “it’s always a pleasure to be of service.”
“Thanks, Ray.” Daddy shook his old friend’s hand. “Let’s go, girls,”
he commanded as he opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat, “I
need to swing by the office for a minute.”
Everyone waved good-bye as the shiny sedan pulled out of Torture
Boutique parking lot and onto the street. It was only a short ride to
the high-rise office building where Daddy worked.
Kathy loved going to the office with Daddy, especially since she’d begun
thinking about being a sexratery. She loved to watch the sophisticated
women in their prim business outfits as they typed letters, answered the
phone and, generally, kept the office, uh, humming.
“Good afternoon, Miss Avery,” Daddy greeted the pretty receptionist. A
sun-burnt delivery driver had her bent over her desk and was pumped
vigorously into her back door.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” Miss Avery smiled pleasantly, “you have several
messages in your box.”
“Thanks. Busy day, today?”
“Not really,” she answered coolly as her partner exploded loudly into
her bowls. “We did hire a new sexretary for the sales office, but I’d
better warn you she’s one of ‘them’?”
Oh, yeah?” Daddy chuckled. “I wonder how long this one will last? Has
anyone started a pool yet?”
“Oh, Mr. Douglas did as soon as he saw the crucifixes hanging from her
nipples. It’s a dollar a slot. I say she walks out at noon Monday.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Daddy helped Miss Avery straighten her skirt and
signed for the delivery man’s package. “Come on girls,” he called to
Kathy and Christi, “time’s money.”
“Daddy,” Kathy quizzed, “what did she mean when she said the new
sexretary was ‘one of them’?”
“Oh, that. She meant she went to convent school.”
“But,” Christi wondered, “I always thought convent girls wore chastity
belts when they went out and got implants to keep them from, you know,
ever wanting sex.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Daddy explained, “but it’s hard to make the kind of
money a sexretary does. A lot of times their husbands insist they go to
work without their belts because they need the extra income.”
“But, Daddy, wouldn’t that be kind of boring for her, you know, to
always be having to do things she’s really not interested in?”
“Oh, it’s a lot more than just boring, sweetheart.”
Daddy opened the door to the sales office. A disheveled strawberry
blonde with her hair pulled up into a bun was wedged between two
salesmen who were using her for meat in their flesh sandwich. From the
look on the woman’s face, Kathy knew she’d much rather be doing
something fun, like swallowing hot lead.
“This is so disgusting,” the exasperated sexretary hissed, “you two are
nothing but a couple of animals.”
“Hey, she’s calling us animals,” one of the salesmen laughed, “that
gives me an idea.”
Daddy shut the sales office door and motioned for the girls to follow
him to his corner office. “You see, honey, convent girls are popular
even when they’re all grown up.”
Kathy and Christi sat on the office couch while Daddy talked to a client
on the phone. “No,” he said, “I don’t know when he’ll be back.” Daddy
leaned back in his chair. “No, he left me in charge, so I’ll take care
of everything. Don’t worry. We still do everything the Michael Barnes
way.”
Kathy’s mouth dropped in amazement. Christi moved quickly to give her a
big kiss before Daddy could see her expression. Darling Michael was
Daddy’s boss!
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