Jeanster
Blackadderess
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Maura is impressed with hard-working intern Blondi.
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| Blondi, you've been such a great intern that I'm inviting you to attend our staff meeting which starts in ten minutes. | |
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| Staff meeting? Uh, okay, Maura. | |
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| You've proven yourself to be bright and intelligent. I think you can really contribute something to our meeting. See you in the East Conference Room in ten minutes. | |
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| East Conference Room? Yes, Maura. Uh, may I ask you something? | |
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To be continued, where Blondi tells Maura about what staff meetings were like at her old job. . .
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| Sure, Blondi. What is it? | |
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| Are the staff meetings here anything like the ones where I worked before? | |
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Maura isn't sure how to answer Blondi's question without first getting more information.
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| Why don't you tell me what the staff meetings were like at your old job? Then I'll be able to answer your question. | |
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"It was a very small business. Just Mr. Jones and I. And it was my very first job."
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"The staff meetings were always held in a nearby motel room."
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| Uh, Mr. Jones, why do I have take my clothes off for this staff meeting? | |
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| Don't question me, Blondi. Now get into bed with me, pronto. | |
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"Mr. Jones explained to me that these were called 'staff meetings' because of what he wanted me to do with his 'staff'. You know, his thingie."
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| Mr. Jones, are you sure I should be doing this? | |
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| Don't question me, Blondi. Just do as I say. | |
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"So I did everything he told me to do."
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| I think I remember my sex ed teacher telling us something about this. But I don't remember exactly what. | |
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| OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD! Don't stop, Blondi! Just keep doing exactly what you're doing! | |
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Maura cannot believe her ears.
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| Blondi is definitely living up to the stereotype of her name. How do I begin to educate her? Is it even my job to do so? | |
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| So is there a bed in the Conference Room to hold everyone who will be there? | |
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Maura confides in her colleague IndyPete about what happend to Blondi.
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| Can you believe what a total lecherous creep her former boss was? How dare he use Blondi like that! | |
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| Yes, that's utterly disgraceful. However, Blondi's naive nature explains a lot. | |
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| When I asked her to come into my office for some dictation, she came in, closed the door, unzipped my pants and got down on her knees. | |
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| Mr. Jones must have given Blondi his own definition of what DIC-tation is. | |
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Maura decides to confront Blondi's former boss about his lecherous behavior.
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| Mr. Jones, get ready for a much-deserved ass-kicking. | |
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Maura arrives at Blondi's former place of employment where Mr. Jones still works.
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Maura is surprised by her own reaction upon meeting Mr. Tyler Jones..
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| Holy shit! He's GORGEOUS! Hommina-hommina-hommina! I can't think straight! He's a hottie! | |
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More to follow.
--- A good friend will come and bail you out of jail...but, a true friend will
be sitting next to you saying, "Damn...that was fun!"
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