Work Yes, I am another author who would never post to alt.sex.stories.hetro. However, I don't object to such a group and don't think wanting such a group implies a hate for gays or lesbians. Yes, it is true that people reading such a group will simply run into something else that they'd rather not read--anyone who has read alt.sex.stories for long has seen some rather heavy stories that were nevertheless strictly hetrosexual. But the group may well see a lot more use than a lot of groups in the alt.sex heirarchy. Its readers would still have to come to alt.sex.stories if they didn't want to miss some of the best stories (including many hetrosexual ones) but that would be their problem. -- deirdre Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to alt.sex.stories.d. Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations. Be warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have very little sex, and are judged by some readers to stop before the good parts. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age. Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre Work by deirdre, 11/2/94 It was too dressy for work. "Do you think it's too dressy?" she asked. "No," I answered, smiling. "You *have* to go wild now and then." She smiled a relieved smile. Marie, that is. It was morning and she'd just come into my office. The dress was too sexy--it was dark, tight, short, and the neckline plunged. OK for the right date, but wrong for work. Very wrong. But what could I say? And why was she wearing it? "Dave made me wear it." Weird. "Looks like something Dave might like you in. I guess he's not the jealous type. You let him decide what you wear?" "Today I did. Yesterday was his birthday." Still weird. "And you're still celebrating?" "I told him that for his birthday, starting yesterday evening, I'd do anything he wanted for 24 hours." Now *that* intrigued me. I looked at Marie. "Anything?" I asked. "Anything." I guess she liked to live dangerously. My curiosity was *really* aroused. What would Dave do with an opportunity like that? What *happened* last night? Innocent-seeming little Marie. "And how was it?" *That* was the right question: not too nosey, but open-ended enough to see if she'd talk. "Well, he took me out. In this dress, too." She was talking! "It was supposed to be an evening for him but it was as if it were *my* birthday the whole time!" "Really?" This intrigued me too. Maybe Dave had qualities that I'd missed. "I think he was trying to soften me up." "Your promise wasn't enough?" "Well, things *did* get pretty wild afterwards." "But you survived?" Something inside me wanted me to keep her talking. She looked over her shoulder even though my office door was shut; then leaned closer and talked in a lower voice. "He... took me into the bedroom and had me lean against the bed, well, sort of half lie on it..." She looked at me confused. "Like this," she continued and she bent her body face down over the end of my desk so her body was supported by her arms on the desk and her rear was right at the edge. I thought about the possibilities. "And?" I asked. Nosey or not, I had to know. Leaning like that, the tops of her breasts were quite visible. "He had me lift my dress." She took the edge of her dress with one hand and lifted it a couple of inches towards her rear, then stopped. "That far?" She giggled. "Until my rear was bare." "What about your pantyhose?" "He had me stay bare under the dress all evening." I gulped. I glanced at her legs: no hose. "To the restaurant?" "Oh yes." "What was that like." She looked thoughtful. "Interesting," she finally offered. "Well what happened next?" "You seem awfully nosey!" "Well you started it and I can't help but be curious." "He had me reach back and feel myself." She actually reached back and put her hand on her rear. Over the rear of her dress. She was wearing what he told her to. I just *knew* she was bare under the dress right now! She had to be! "Well, my dress was up, of course," she added in case I didn't get the picture. "You did that while he just watched?" "For a little while. Then he pulled out his cock and got behind me." Well, we were getting explicit now! "And he did it with you from behind? Men do like that." "Well, I was hot. I was ready for it. But..." "But what?" "He did me *back there*." I mulled over what she was saying and it hit me what she meant. I was almost bowled over! Dave doing *that* to little Marie? "You two *do* that?" "It was the first time." I stared at her. "Did it...?" "Oh, I was so ready! I *loved* it! I screamed so loud." Dave doing that to little Marie! Marie screaming in pleasure! I was mesmerized by the picture in my mind. "It was... so... good... " came Marie's voice. I shook myself out of my daze. Her hand was pressed against her own rear! *She* looked like she was in a daze! I just knew her rear was bare underneath that dress. Her hand moved briefly and the dress edged higher. I could just reach out and pull it up over her rear. She was staring at me. She didn't say anything--she just had a look on her face. "Do you know what I mean?" she finally asked. Her voice was a little breathy. "Yes," I answered. "Would you want to see him... and me?" I gulped but didn't answer. I should have said *of course not*. "Are you going to answer?" she added. I still sat there, mute. "He's at home. Come to my house." She stood up and pulled on my hand. How would I ever explain this? Just taking off from work with Marie! She was driving me to her house. "His orders this morning," she said as she drove, "were to go get a woman and bring her back to him."