Gothic Shujin
Fading Memory
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- Jan 22, 2005
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Control.
It was as simple as that.
Its what turned Daemon on. Having it, anyway.
More than that though was the irony in a situation. How the script would flip, deliciously so at times, and especially in the bedroom...
The twenty-five year old Worked in a small office for several months as an administrative assistant in title but in truth running gun and doing all the heavy lifting and dirty work in an office full of the type of women that enjoyed watching a young man sweat and stretch and flex. It was lewd, sure, and while doubling as a maintenance guy wasn't in his job description... he didn't mind. Quite the contrary really. Its why he kept the job. Certainly not for the pay or the challenge, since his boss was more than capable and the data entry portion of his duties could be completed while nearly in a coma.
It was a nice way to pass the time while he wasn't studying at the nearby university. The position was handed to him by a friend who recommended him for it once he himself was promoted.
All things considered Daemon still might of been gone by now, if it weren't for a cute thirty-something year old whose attention he always seemed to have.
She worked in a different department, but the extremely fuckable woman always seemed to need something.
She needed something alright.
So far this month he had fixed two of three copy machines on her floor, moved a wall of file boxes and addressed various simple operation issues that even a pc illiterate would have no problem navigating through.
They had spoken briefly on occasion. He had seen her on her brake a number of times, speaking with her husband but their conversations were usually innocent. There was this single incident where he commented on how she looked upset, a line to break the ice, but all that was discovered was that her marriage was in a rut. Not entirely useless information, but he normally stayed away from married women.
Normally.
It was a shame, she was as sexy a woman as he had ever seen, or at least could be if she wanted to. She was a bigger gal but with curves in all the right places, and a pair of enormous tits. The office didn't allow for much sexual expression in way of apparel. She was certainly the hottest bitch at work and he often wondered how much of her job she accomplished while gawking at him from afar and on his floor.
Daemon laughed to himself. She must think of me in a way that is totally contrary to who i really am, he thought. If she knew what lived beneath... perhaps she would shrink away... afraid. Or perhaps she would no longer be able to contain herself.
He shut his computer down and packed his things away in his portfolio. He was about to call it quits for the day, and shoot to a bar in the neighborhood when his boss Karen approached him.
"Dae can you be a doll and run upstairs real quick before you leave," she said in passing on her way to the exit "... something about something you left lying around in the girls' way up there. Thanks hun, have a great night!"
It was one of those "requests" that you had no say in whatsoever.
With a sigh Daemon ran his fingers through his dark hair, pushing it back out of his face and leaned his things against one of the walls of his cubicle and beneath his desk for later. They were safe... Not much inter-office theft going on arround here. He took the elevator so he would have time to brush his jeans and fix his hair further.
The elevator rang indicating the doors would be opening and he stepped out, knowing exactly who it was that required his help....
It was as simple as that.
Its what turned Daemon on. Having it, anyway.
More than that though was the irony in a situation. How the script would flip, deliciously so at times, and especially in the bedroom...
The twenty-five year old Worked in a small office for several months as an administrative assistant in title but in truth running gun and doing all the heavy lifting and dirty work in an office full of the type of women that enjoyed watching a young man sweat and stretch and flex. It was lewd, sure, and while doubling as a maintenance guy wasn't in his job description... he didn't mind. Quite the contrary really. Its why he kept the job. Certainly not for the pay or the challenge, since his boss was more than capable and the data entry portion of his duties could be completed while nearly in a coma.
It was a nice way to pass the time while he wasn't studying at the nearby university. The position was handed to him by a friend who recommended him for it once he himself was promoted.
All things considered Daemon still might of been gone by now, if it weren't for a cute thirty-something year old whose attention he always seemed to have.
She worked in a different department, but the extremely fuckable woman always seemed to need something.
She needed something alright.
So far this month he had fixed two of three copy machines on her floor, moved a wall of file boxes and addressed various simple operation issues that even a pc illiterate would have no problem navigating through.
They had spoken briefly on occasion. He had seen her on her brake a number of times, speaking with her husband but their conversations were usually innocent. There was this single incident where he commented on how she looked upset, a line to break the ice, but all that was discovered was that her marriage was in a rut. Not entirely useless information, but he normally stayed away from married women.
Normally.
It was a shame, she was as sexy a woman as he had ever seen, or at least could be if she wanted to. She was a bigger gal but with curves in all the right places, and a pair of enormous tits. The office didn't allow for much sexual expression in way of apparel. She was certainly the hottest bitch at work and he often wondered how much of her job she accomplished while gawking at him from afar and on his floor.
Daemon laughed to himself. She must think of me in a way that is totally contrary to who i really am, he thought. If she knew what lived beneath... perhaps she would shrink away... afraid. Or perhaps she would no longer be able to contain herself.
He shut his computer down and packed his things away in his portfolio. He was about to call it quits for the day, and shoot to a bar in the neighborhood when his boss Karen approached him.
"Dae can you be a doll and run upstairs real quick before you leave," she said in passing on her way to the exit "... something about something you left lying around in the girls' way up there. Thanks hun, have a great night!"
It was one of those "requests" that you had no say in whatsoever.
With a sigh Daemon ran his fingers through his dark hair, pushing it back out of his face and leaned his things against one of the walls of his cubicle and beneath his desk for later. They were safe... Not much inter-office theft going on arround here. He took the elevator so he would have time to brush his jeans and fix his hair further.
The elevator rang indicating the doors would be opening and he stepped out, knowing exactly who it was that required his help....
