Well, Peggy was... she was just Peggy. She was my room mate; not that I hadn't thought about how sexy she was a couple of times.Dan went over all of t...he projects that he had under way and told me about some of the problems that he was having on some of them and what I would have to watch out for. When he had gone over everything I looked at the clock on his desk and saw that we had been talking about two hours.I stood up, "I left Peggy with Abby. I'd better go get her. I'm sure Abby has a ton. "Just what you deserved." Probably." So, what do you think we can do to discourage that kind of sluttery? Twenty or thirty whacks with a two by two?" I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm..." Might leave bruises, even break a rib or two. No, I think a belt will be fine." Oh god, please don't hurt me please, please don't..." As happens, I am wearing my favorite belt today. Two inches wide, well oiled leather--I particularly like these pyramid studs they decorated it with, and the metal tip. Notice. He's planned it! He wants me to stand up naked and powerless in his office and beg for my clothes.If I do, and he refuses, what then? Do I quit my awesome new job and sprint to my car naked, hoping the grip-crew hasn't shown up yet? If I stand and he gives my clothes back, what then? Do I make coffee and go over todays schedule with him as if nothing happened? If I stay here, naked under his desk, and swallow his load like a good little bitch, does he let me up then? or does he keep me kneeling. ’ ‘Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, eh?’ ‘I don’t ever pick up one-night stands, but it was great. Are you off to the airport?’ ‘My flight is in two hours.’ ‘Can you give me 10 minutes and we can split a cab?’ ‘Sure. I’ll meet you in the lobby.’ Karen was off leaving me to quickly strip off my club clothes and stuff them in my suitcase. I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tank top, threw the rest of my clothes and bathroom bag in my luggage, tried to quickly tease her hair into some.