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Monday, November 06, 2006

I Need Some Feedback Please

Hey Guys - I know it has been a while since I last posted but I've been really busy. Anyway I've started a new story and would like you all to let me know what you think - I mean really think.

Please be prepared that it is hot of the press and is unedited / proofed. This will be the only chapter I'm posting on my blog but may post excerpts later on down the line. The title is Plain Jane Revealed and here is the blurb followed by chapter one.

Blurb

Prim and proper Jane McGuire had two visible vices, stiletto heels and mascara, this was nothing compared to what she kept hidden underneath her clothes and in her spare room. Brought up strictly everything about her secret embarrassed her and she saw no visible way of ever getting in touch with her deepest, darkest desires. That is until Jane receives an invitation to an exculsive Fetish Club. A place she had never intended on visiting, that is until she finds out it's a masked ball.

Fabian Viali is the new CEO of Worth's, when he meets his new PA he can't help but wonder what this prim, proper plus sized woman is hiding. Her clothes clearly tell any man that she is off limits but the shoes tell Fabian otherwise. Intrigued he sets out to find out more about this woman with the plain face but curves he would like to sink in to. And what better way to test his secretive PA than the up and coming ball at his club.

Chapter One

Jane looked at herself in the cloak room mirror. Why the hell hadn’t she remembered to bring an umbrella with her? Her long dark hair clung limply to her head and shoulders. Water dripped all over her neatly buttoned up white blouse, threatening to expose the secret she hid beneath her prim and proper clothes. A secret she was too embarrassed to reveal to anyone.

Pulling a hand full of paper towels from the dispenser, she tried to remove as much of the excess water as possible. Sighing, she gave up. Mascara had run down her face, giving her panda eyes, and the tube had said water resistant.

Why did this have to happen today of all days? The new owner of the company officially took over this morning, and she had been given the daunting task of being his new PA. When she’d applied for the job, she’d assumed Mr Worthington would still be the owner. All that changed when he’d had a heart attack and sold the company.

Having no family to pass the firm to, he reluctantly placed it on the open market to the highest bidder. At this point it was too late for Jane to change her mind, the contract was signed and her old position had already been filled.

Rumours circulating the office were of a very good looking Italian that worked and played hard. He has a no nonsense approach to business. He liked things formal around the office, and stood for no one not pulling his or her weight.

Fabian Viali featured in all the gossip magazines, a different Barbie doll on his arm every time. The tittle tattle circulating the office couldn’t have been more correct about this man. He worked like a demon and expected everyone to have the same commitment.

It confused her that he would be interested in a little shipping company like Worth’s. All his concentrated businesses were either in hotels or some other form of the leisure industry. It was even rumoured he owned a number of very exclusive underground fetish clubs, but of course, it was never confirmed.

Just thinking of what sort of things happened in a place like that brought a deep flush to Jane’s face. Smoothing down her clothes, checking not too much was visible to the naked eye she began to remove the smudges of black from her face, as the door opened.

“What the hell happened to you?” Callie’s critical eye roved over Jane’s appearance. “You look bad enough normally but just…well look at yourself. This is no way to greet the new boss.”

Jane clenched her teeth together. Callie had never been someone she got along with, but ever since she’d beaten her to the job of PA to Mr Worthington, Callie had been making her life hell. In fact, there really wasn’t anyone at work who Jane would consider a friend, in or out of the office.

As far as she was concerned they were far to self absorbed and only interested in a couple of things. The main one was of course themselves. The second, which poor sucker could be convinced to take them out of this ‘hell hole’ and give them the life in which they believed they were destined to have. Money and status, it didn’t matter whether they were in love with the man or not.

Jane had over heard too many conversations where their next ‘victims’ were plotted down to the last minute of capture. Much to Callie’s chagrin she had been unable to tighten the snare to the point where the man could escape permanent entrapment. When she had heard Callie was even willing to say she was pregnant to get the man she wanted, Jane’s stomach turned at the devious unhand techniques that these women employed. This was one vipers pit and nothing could make Jane a part of that.

She was sure that Callie had only gone for the PA’s job to try and peddle her wares on Mr Worthington. It seemed age didn’t matter it was all the other trappings that concerned her and her cronies.

Jane sucked in a large gulp of air to steady the anger slowly rising throughout her body at Callie’s obvious attempt to rile her. Looking at her watch she spoke in a low tone, “I might ask you what you are doing in at a quarter to eight and on this side of the building. Your desk is way over the other side and you never get in before nine.”

Callie shot her a disgruntled look, “Well, I wanted to make sure Fabian…I mean Mr Viali was okay and that he had everything he needed before you arrived.”

Good grief the poor man hadn’t even arrived and the evil witch was plotting her moves. “Well considering I’m in everyday around seven thirty, anything he wants before that time will just have to wait till I arrive.” Jane pursed her lips, “and you will get your chance to sell…I mean introduce yourself at the meeting arranged for ten thirty in the conference room.” She tried to walk around Callie to the door but she refused to move. “Now are you going to get out of my way or do I have to move you?”

Callie visibly bristled at her words, “Who the hell do you think you are talking to? How dare you threaten me? You will never be better than me, just take a good long look at yourself, what man would want that? Just remember that. You will never be better than me.”

With that she turned and left the room. Catching hold of the door before it closed Jane followed her out. She knew what Callie was up to. She fully intended to make a ‘good impression’ with Mr Viali. Show Jane up as inferior, she would flutter those eyelashes and bend over in just the right way, to show maximum cleavage, all in the attempt to take away from her inadequate skills in the office.

As far as Jane was concerned looks and dress didn’t matter at work it was ability that counted. Her clothes were appropriate attire for a working office. Okay, so her 3” stilettos didn’t go with the rest of her outfit of a high buttoned blouse and straight knee length skirt, but it was business like and showed she was serious and there to work. She allowed herself this one other concession, after all no one could see what was underneath that serious façade, no one would ever know her embarrassing secret.

Jane’s thoughts were interrupted by a very deep accented voice sliding down the length of her spine, sending fissions of electricity through her nerve endings. Involuntarily she gasped at the sensation his voice had on her body. Redness flushed her cheeks as she looked for the man behind that sensual voice but Callie was in her way.

“Ah, you must be Miss McGuire? Nice to meet you…finally.”

“No, I’m not Jane.” Callie said in a voice that was far too cheerful, “I’m Callie, Mr Douglas’ secretary.” She stepped to one side and pointed, “She is Jane.”

Jane cringed at the look of shock on Fabian Viali’s face, she was concerned that if his eyes widened any more they would pop out of his head. She knew she was no beauty but she didn’t think she was that bad to look at. Before she could say anything Callie continued.

Sidling up to Fabian, Callie put on her best sultry voice, Jane was amazed at how low and seductive it sounded, “But of course if you ever…and I mean ever…need my assistance in anything at all, then you only need to ask.”

Jane stood transfixed as Fabian’s eyes never left Callie, the epitome of the woman she had seen him splashed all over the papers with. She stiffened as she waited to hear his response.

“Well Callie, might I suggest that you make your way to your own desk and if I need anything, I’m sure Miss McGuire will be more than capable of attending to my needs. After all she is my PA.” With that Fabian started to walk away from a momentarily stunned Callie, then stopped and turned back to look at her, “Oh and if Mr Douglas doesn’t keep you busy enough, I will need to have a word with him as to why he has so much time on his hands.”

Dropping her head, Jane couldn’t hide the smirk that crossed her mouth. It was about time Callie got pulled up short and it seemed that Fabian was just the man to do it. She couldn’t believe it ears when Callie didn’t let the matter drop.

“Erm, Mr Viali I don’t think you understood me when I said anything, I meant anything as in…”

“Miss, well whatever you name is, I didn’t misunderstand you at all. In fact I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. But as you chose not to let the matter drop, let me give you one more reason to hear me this time. If I ever hear or see you try and do something similar again, you will be out of here so fast you won’t know what has hit you. Consider this your final warning.”

Jane head shot up and her mouth dropped open at his words. Her eyes locked with a very startled and red faced Callie, who was spluttering as she turned on her heel and headed for the door.

“Now Miss McGuire, if you and your friend are quite finished, we have work to do.”

Flustered Jane turned to face him. “Erm…I mean…Well I am not or have I ever been friends with Callie, sir. And I don’t appreciate being automatically associated with that kind of behaviour either.” She folded her arms across her chest in a move of defiance. Judging by the way the muscle in his jaw flexed, she wondered if her bold statement had been a wrong move. Whether she would be the next one for a warning or even the chop?

She watched him stare at her and waited for the axe to fall. Even though she feared repercussions she couldn’t help but be drawn to the vision stood in front of her. From the way his dark brown hair just slightly curled around the nape of his neck, to the strong chiselled jaw, high cheek bones and deep chocolate brown eyes.

His broad muscled shoulders strained against the fabric of his designer shirt, hiding nothing from her eyes. She wondered if his chest was smooth or whether his tanned skin had a fine dusting of hair. Jane clenched her thighs together to try and stop the throbbing in her clit, at the thought of running her fingers through the imagined hair on his well-sculpted chest.

“Well, thank you for putting me straight on this matter. Now if you quite finished staring, can we get on?”

* * * * *

If Fabian’s morning had started so badly before he’d gotten to the office, then this entire incident wouldn’t have seemed like such a debacle. He was used to having the women who worked for him, make advances, but never this soon. Normally they would take at least a couple of days. He almost felt sorry for the fact that poor Miss Jane McGuire had taken the brunt of it, as she stood there with her mouth agape at his comments.

Shaking his head, he turned and headed for what was to be his office. He really didn’t want to think about the mess that lay beyond those doors. Think about it he must though, if he were to transport this little shipping company into the head quarters for the new planned Speciality Cruise Company.

He soon realised that he was the only one heading to his office, and Jane wasn’t following him. Stopping he turned to face her, “Miss McGuire. Do I need to repeat myself?” He watched as she slowly shook her head. “Well then, let’s get to work. We will be dropping our first bombshell in the meeting at 10.30 and I want to make sure we are ready for the backlash.”

He observed his oh so prim and proper PA tentatively walk passed him, briefly pausing at her desk to pick up a pad and pen. He couldn’t make out what she took from the top drawer of her desk, but as she reached up and pulled her long dark brown hair back, her white blouse stretched taut across her breast and revealed very ample lush mounds.

Fabian felt his groin stir in reaction to the delectable breasts that she’d inadvertently put on display for him. As the buttons strained against her movements, he could’ve sworn he caught a glimpse of something that didn’t match the outward appearance she was portraying.

He sighed at his wayward mind and made a motion for Jane to precede him into the office. He needed a decent fuck. That’s what was wrong with him. Why else would this plain and plump woman make his dick started to jump to attention at the first sight of her breast.

He’d been on a couple of dates in the last week with a new model, Catherine. She looked everything a man could want on the outside, but she was lousy in bed. Her bones would jar his every movement, she’d even called him sleazy when he’d playful slapped her ass. He wasn’t sure who the act had hurt the most, her for him daring to do it or him, when his hand connected with the bone he found in place of her butt.

What was with women today? Why did they feel the need to starve themselves just to be accepted? Okay, he would admit that men like him were probably part of the problem, but Fabian had started to wonder whether his ancestor’s had something with their choice of women. They preferred them with a more meat on the bone.

As he watched Miss PP, short for Miss Prim and Proper as he’d decided to call her, he had to admit she definitely had a backside worth exploring. Plump and round ass, with the right amount of padding to cushion a man when pounding her pussy, or if he was really lucky, her tight puckered hole from behind. Such a pity about her looks though he would never be seen dating someone like her.

Following her, he paused as she adjusted her clothes and crossed her legs. He nearly fell over his own feet at the sight of her long shapely legs, decked out in sheer nylon and those shoes.

Oh, they were not something that Miss PP should be wearing. The slender tapered 3” heels, the soft red leather and the ankle strap securing it to her foot. This was definitely something that didn’t fit her persona. This was more akin to footwear he’d seen women wearing at his club, perhaps he hadn’t mistaken what he’d seen earlier after all.

Miss PP wasn’t all she was making herself to be and this peaked Fabian’s interest. He wondered what else would be revealed about her as they got to know each other.

Copyright © Shara Cooper All Rights Reserved

Thanks for you time.

Shara

3 comments:

Nicole said...

Oooooh, very nice. Me likey. Great start. :-)

Jan said...

Hun,

I'm laughing out loud!! This story is gonna be soo good!! I just hope that readers get the difference between fetish and BDSM. Perhaps this will educate them!! LOL!!

Paz Edwards said...

Very enjoyable. I'd love to read more!

Paz