The devil wears Maybelline

The Devil wears Maybelline It was turning out to be a typical Friday morning. I was late getting up out of bed, I could not get my hair to do what I wanted it to do, and I was going to get to work late yet again. Mark was going to have a cow. He loves catching me running late. He loves any excuse to give me crap about my job. He’s not such a bad guy, but he lets his work drive him crazy. As a boss, he takes it out on me. I finish primping and head for the door. Fortunately, my apartment building is only a few blocks away from the office. If I bust my ass I will only be about fifteen minutes late. I step out of the elevator doors and move down the hall to my office. Through the glass doors I see several people in the office. Crap! I was missing a meeting! I stepped through the doors to find several of the other receptionists listening to Mark speak. “Nice of you to join us Elizabeth.”, Mark scolded me sarcastically. “You just missed me telling everyone that we are having performance reviews the next couple days. Yours will include your uncanny ability to never be anywhere on time.”, he said as the others giggled at my expense. Great. I’m late and we’re getting reviews this week. Guess I can throw my raise out the window. Mark went on and on while we all sat their listening to him ramble on about how there was going to be some serious changes going on in the office. As he went on and on, I took the opportunity to put on my makeup. I opened my bag and quickly through on some powder, did my eyes, and reached for my lipstick. It was a new color I bought at the end of last week. It wasn’t my favorite, but I keep loosing my lipsticks and end up having to buy new ones all the time. I opened the top and twisted the tube up revealing a pretty metallic Mauve color and quickly applied it to my lips. “Elizabeth!”, Mark stopped in mid sentence. “Perhaps you could stop with the lipstick and pay attention.”, he glared. What a prick. “Yes sir.”, I capped my lipstick and dropped it into my purse. The meeting went on for a few more minutes then the other girls slowly finished up their chatting and filed out of the office. Lucky girls, they get to leave. I get to hear Mark bitch until five o’clock today. I sat behind my desk and tossed my purse in the bottom drawer and got my planner out to see what was on the agenda for the day. Not as bad as I thought. A few reports I have to get done by noon and then it’s pretty quiet the rest of the day. I logged on to my computer and began working my reports. Then the intercom when off, “Elizabeth would come in hear.” I grabbed my pad and pen and opened the door to Marks office. “Have a seat please.”, Mark said while looking at a file on his desk. Great. If he wants me to sit down, this is about me. “I figured we would get your review out of the way first. I have to be honest with you Elizabeth. I’m a little disappointed.” Oh great. He had better not fire me. I need this job … and a raise too. He looked up from his folder, “You have got to make some changes if you want to be successful in this office. Your consistently late, you’ve been calling off, and most recently, your dress code has been a little…off.” I swallowed hard, “Well sir, I know I have a little trouble getting here on time sometimes, and I did get the flu over the winter, but I’m not sure what you mean about my dress code?” Mark stood up, “You dress nice Elizabeth. You just don’t dress corporate. I would like to see a more professional, and powerful look. Dress for success. Get hear on time everyday. And don’t call out because of a sniffle or two.” He sits back down. I fight to hold back the lump in my throat and the tear forming in my right eye. “I’m not going to fire you. But, you’re not getting an increase based on your current performance. I’m giving you another chance though. Now I know your upset, but… try to suck it up and you can get back to work now.” I stand up and make my way towards the door and silently make my way back to my desk, closing the door behind me. I sit at my desk and burst into tears. God! This is not fair! I’m barely making it by on peanut butter and mac and cheese as it is! I needed this raise. And he basically hates the way I look. I take a tissue from my drawer and wipe the tears away from my face. I blow my nose and just sit their crying for a moment. Ok Elizabeth. Pull yourself together I say to myself. I reach into my desk drawer and open my purse. I grab my compact to check my face. Oh my God. Time to hit the ladies room and repair this mess. My mascara is running and I just lost half my makeup. I grab my purse and make my way to the restroom. I walk inside and place my bag on the counter. I wash up and dry myself off just as some of the other girls walk in. I see what he means by dressing for success. I just hate wearing black other dark colors all the time. One of the executives walks up beside me as I begin to put my makeup back on. Her black high heels clapped on the floor as she made her way to the counter. She opens her thousand dollar purse and touches up her dark red lipstick in the mirror. She looks over at me as I touch up my lips. She finishes applying several coats of the crimson color to her lips then takes a tissue and blots it leaving a bold lip print on the tissue. She looks over at me as I apply my gloss to my mauve lips, “Oh what a cute color dear. I have something just like it I wear when I’m not working.” She tosses the lip printed tissue on the counter in front of me and makes her way to the door. I put away my lipstick and gloss and look down at the tissue. It was like a revelation to me. If it’s a cold hearted bitch like her he wants working for him, then that’s what he’ll get. I’m gonna get through this day and then do a little shopping. It might take every dime in my savings account, but I can do that look too. I make my way back to my desk and begin working on my reports. A few hours go by and I feel my tummy growling. I get up and knock on Marks door and pop my head in. I ask him if it’s ok if I go to lunch. He agrees so I reach into my desk and grab my wallet out of my purse. I was going to grab a quick bite to eat and then do a little shopping. I make my way down to the cafeteria and have a sandwich and flip through a Cosmo somebody left on the table. It has all kind of good ideas in it. Maybe I need to dye my hair a little darker. I need all new makeup. I want dark dramatic eyes and powerful red lips. I could so do this. I finish up my sandwich and make my way across the street and down to mall. I walk into the Macy’s and find a few power suits. Black. Navy. Burgandy. Grey. These will work. I reluctantly hand over my charge card and they pack up my new clothes into shopping bags. I make my way to the cosmetics counter and stop at the Chanel display. There it was. The deepest red I could ever ask for. I had to have this lipstick. The sales girl came over and I tested it on my hand. It was perfect. It glided smoothly across the back of my hand and I knew I had to buy it. She showed me the matching nail polish too. I let her guide me through the entire new look I was going to have. I was tempted to have a makeover done right then and their, but I was thrilled about making my dramatic entrance Monday morning. She sold me my lipstick, gloss, eyeliner, eye shadow, nail polish, blush, foundation, and some waterproof mascara so I wouldn’t end up a mess again like I did this morning. My credit card was gonna need a rest until next payday. I was almost broke, but had enough to stop at the drug store to pick up some dark brown hair color. I walked through the doors of my office with a minute to spare and dropped my array of bags behind my desk. I opened my bottom drawer and dropped my wallet inside my purse. I reached for my compact and lipstick to freshen up. I pulled out my compact and searched for my lipstick. Damn! Where did it go? I just used it this morning! It has to be here. I rooted around inside my purse and took everything out. It was gone. Damn it that was brand new. I keep losing my lipsticks. I opened up my compact and checked my lips. There were just a few metallic sparkles left on my lips since I had lunch. I took a tissue out and wiped them away the best I could. I reached into my shopping bag and opened up my Chanel lipstick. I twisted the tube up and a dark brick red color rotated into view. A delicious aroma tempted me to apply it, but this would definitely not go with the other makeup I had on so I put it back and opened up my new lip gloss. I twisted the top and pulled the applicator wand out and touched it to my lips. I ran it across my bottom lip and then the top. It was mostly clear with a little shimmering frost to it. I checked my lips in my mirror and rubbed them together. It was smooth but a little sticky, but it was Chanel and it was expensive. It felt good. I put my things away and turned my attention back to my computer. The rest of the day involved the other administrative assistants coming in and out of Marks office. Some looked happy. Some, not so happy. It was nearing five o’clock and I got my things together and watched as the clock. I swear it moves slower on Fridays. This had been quite a day. Even though I was excited for the weekend to be here, I couldn’t wait to come back here Monday as the new me. Marks door creaked open and he stepped out. He turned towards me and put on his suit coat and sat his briefcase on my desk. “Did a little shopping huh?”, he saw the numerous bags behind my desk. “Yes, a few new things for work.”, I said. Mark steeped to the side of my desk and reached his hand out to me. I took it and stood up in front of him, “Elizabeth. I know you may not have liked what you heard today, but I was said it for your own good.”, he smiled. As he grinned I looked at his lips and noticed tiny little hints of glitter. I froze in place and he turned and made his way out of the office doors. I stood there in disbelief. How did he get glitter on his lips? Was he making out in there with one of the other admins? He has a wife and kids! What’s really weird is that it was the same kind of glitter the new lipstick I just lost left on my lips this morning. This was too bizarre. Was it possible? Did Mark swipe my lipstick? And if he did… did he try it on? I picked up my things and stood there ready to leave. I looked at the door to his office and gazed at it for minute. I looked out into the hall and saw no one. I placed my bags down and touched the door to his office. It was locked. This was crazy. I couldn’t break into his office. But the idea that he had been the one taking my lipsticks was haunting me. I picked up the phone and called the janitors office. “Hello, this is Elizabeth in office 30201. Could you send up someone with a master key, I seemed to have left my keys in my bosses office.” They said someone would be right up. A few minutes went by and I thought about what I was about to do. What would I do if it was him? Was he gay? Why was he stealing my lipstick? Why was he trying it on? Just then a janitor made his way down the hall and into the room. “Hey’ya mam’”, he said. “Thank you sooo much”, I smiled. “I seemed to have locked my keys in this office and I have to find them or I’ll be sleeping here tonight.”, I laughed. He smiled and took a key from his monstrous key ring and unlocked the door for me. “No problem mam’, anything else?”, he asked. “Nope. That’s all. Thank you. Have a good weekend!”, I said. I stepped inside Marks office and watched as the janitor left. I walked into his private bathroom and snooped around. I opened his cabinets and drawers but just found his toothbrush, toothpaste, shoe polish. Maybe I was going crazy. I walked back out into his office and sat behind his desk. I slid open the top drawer and sifted through his papers, pens and files. Nothing. I made my way to his filing cabinet and slid open each drawer. Files. Files. More files. Black box. Hmm. What was this? I open up the box and my questions were answered. There in his little black box was every lipstick I had lost since I started working here along with several I had never seen before. He stole all these lipsticks? I reached in and saw the one I lost today. I opened it up and twisted it up. He had definitely used it. Those little sparkles are a bitch to get off and he couldn’t get them all. I put the cap back on and dropped it back inside with the others. There were some of my favorite lipsticks in there I thought I had just stupidly lost. Guess not. I placed the lid on the box and closed the drawer. I walked out of his office, locked the door and slammed it. So he’s into lipstick huh? This little prick is going to get what he deserves. I picked up my bags and walked out of the office. I waited for the elevator and couldn’t stop thinking about how I could bust him for this. I could turn him into the CEO’s but they would cover it up and then fire me for making waves. The elevator doors open and I step inside. I make my way down to the lobby going over in my mind my options. I could just quit and find a new job. No way. I worked hard for this job and I need the money. Actually, I could use this against him. I do need the money. I could threaten to tell everyone about it, but he would just deny it. The doors opened to the lobby and I made my way out onto the street. I walked the few blocks down to my apartment building and went over several scenarios in my head. I open the door to my apartment and toss my bags on the bed. I was burnt out. I kicked off my shoes and put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt and ordered a pizza. I would relax tonight and think this thing through. My pizza came and I watched a movie. I popped open a bottle of red wine and relaxed on the couch. I dosed off after a few glasses. I woke up the next morning and walked into the bathroom. I fell asleep with my makeup on last night and my lips were stained from the red wine I drank. I washed my face and scrubbed my eye makeup off. I took a wash cloth and scrubbed my lips trying to get rid of the stain. Hmmm. My lips were stained. Now there’s an idea. If I could get Mark to steal one of my lipsticks and it was to stain his lips, then I would have my proof. I grabbed some breakfast and planned and plotted. I opened up the box of hair coloring and began to dye my hair a deep dark brown color. When I was done I curled it in the back and gave it a wavy look. Much hotter than the light brown straight hair I usually had. I did my makeup slowly. I traced my eyes with my new jet black eyeliner. I did my eye shadow in a smokey grey color. I opened up my waterproof black mascara and it lengthened my lashes and made them full. I opened up my dark red lipstick and slowly glided it across my bottom lip and then drew a perfect cupids bow on the top. I put on another coat and then another and my lips got darker and bolder. I topped it off with the sticky gloss and my wet, dark red lips glistened in the light. These lips would drive any man wild, and may just give Mark a heart attack. I stood there in the mirror and admired the new me. Long wavy dark hair. Dark dramatic eyes with full lush lashes. Bold dark red glossy lips that were completely irresistible. I looked hot. But I needed to find a way to stain Marks lips. I through some jeans on and a top and dug some black boots out of my closet. I checked myself out in the full length mirror. Was I really going out like this? It doesn’t even look like me. Hell yeah I am! I walked out the door of my apartment building and my doorman’s jaw hit the floor. “Elizabeth? Is that you? You look….amazing! I mean. Nice.”, he stared at me in disbelief. I smiled back at him, “I can deal with amazing.” I touched his shoulder and winked at him. Oh my God did I just do that? I walked down the street and down to the drug store on the corner. I walked up and down the makeup isle and then I came upon an advertisement for Maybelline Superstay Lipcolor. Last up to 16 hours. Hmm, this might work. I examined the different colors and found the one that was closest to my Chanel. I read the package. Apply lipcolor and let set for a few minutes, then apply gloss to seal in the color. Lasts up to 16 hours. To remove use oil based makeup remover. This might just work. I took it to the register and the guy rang me up. He stared at me up and down. I was enjoying this new power. I took my bag and headed home. I got home and took a tissue and wiped my lipstick off. I opened the Superstay lipstick and applied the dark red lipcolor to my lips. I waited a minute or so and it got really sticky and then completely dried on my lips. I touched my lips to the back of my hand and kissed it . It didn’t leave a mark. It was stuck to my lips. Pretty cool, I thought. I took a tissue and rubbed at it but it wouldn’t budge. Wow! Good luck getting this stuff off Mark. I got some soap and water and began trying to wash it off. This stuff was amazing. Even with soap it wasn’t coming off. I reached in my closet and grabbed some makeup remover and a cotton ball. I dabbed some remover on the cotton ball and rubbed it across my lips. Slowly the bold red color ened up on the cotton ball. After a few minutes and a little more remover the lipstick eventually came off. This was perfect. Without the remover Mark would be stuck wearing this stuff until I decide to take it off him. If I take it off. The plans were set and the trap was laid. Would Mark fall in it? We’ll see Monday morning. It was like a slow motion entrance. I walked through the lobby doors of my office building. People stopped in their tracks and gazed at me. I walked across the lobby to the elevator in my black suit and high heels. My dark wavy brown hair, perfectly done eyes and face, and deep red glossy lips, had everyone’s eyes locked on me. The doors to the elevator door slid open and I walked inside along with the others. An eerie silence came over the elevator that was eventually broken by one of the guys from advertising. “Hi there. I’m Jason in advertising. Is this your first day?”, he asked. “Jason. It’s me. Elizabeth. Marks admin.”, I smiled at him. “Elizabeth. Right. God. I didn’t recognize you. Umm. I’m so sorry.”, he recognized me. “No problem Jason. “, the elevator doors opened at my floor. “Maybe I’ll see you later”, I smiled back at him. I guess it was working. I walked into my office and noticed that Mark hadn’t arrived yet. Perfect. I was a little early and had time to check my makeup. I put my purse in my bottom drawer and pulled out my makeup bag. I littered my desk with all my cosmetics and layed the Superstay lipstick in the middle of my desk. Fortunately the only writing on it was “Maybelline” and the number of the color. I opened up my compact and checked my lips. My deep red Chanel lipstick glistened in the light with my shimmering gloss over top of it. Mark was going to melt. I sat there just staring into my compact waiting for him to arrive. I heard him walking down the hall. He was talking to someone on his cell phone. He turned the corner and stepped into the office and his eyes fixed on me. I took my finger and touched the corner of my red lips while staring into my compact. Suddenly I heard the sound of a cell phone falling to the floor. Mark reached down and picked it up, “Sorry honey. I gotta go.”, he closed his phone. “Oh hi Mark.”, I smiled and closed my compact. I quickly gathered my cosmetics and stuffed them into my makeup bag. “I’m so sorry. I know how you hate it when I do this.” I took the Superstay lipstick and put it the bag too. I stood up to greet him. “Good morning sir.”, I walked in front of the desk and shook his hand. “I hope you had a good weekend.”, I smiled again. He was speechless. He finally realized he hadn’t said a single word and in his best effort to save himself, uttered a good morning and headed into his office and closed the door. Oh yeah. He was mine. About an hour went by and I was well into my morning routine when he finally paged for me to come into his office. I grabbed my pen and pad and opened the door. “Yes sir.”, I reported for duty in front of his desk. “You can still call me Mark ya know.”, he smiled. I put my hands at my sides and turned in a circle in front of him. “I’m a little hurt you didn’t say anything Mark. What do you think of the new me?”, I asked. Mark stood up and walked over to me taking my hands and raising them up to look at me. “I have to say Elizabeth. You look absolutely amazing. I never knew. I mean not that…I just mean you like completely different.” His eyes stared at my face and I caught him studying my red luscious lips. “Thank you Mark. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”, I leaned in close to him and placed my hands on his cheeks. “If it wasn’t against company policy, I’d give you a big kiss.” I puckered my lips and made a kiss sound with my lips. I let go and stepped back away and asked, “So did you want something?” “Huh?”, he stammered. “You paged for me to come in?”, I asked. “oh… yes.. I need you to call and make sure the meeting with the executives tomorrow is set for 10:00am sharp.”, he asked. “I’ll be happy to do that for you sir… even though you had me do that Friday.”, I answered. “Anything else?”, I asked. “Nope.”, he turned and quickly sat down at his desk. I think he got a boner! On my god this was too great! I tuned slowly and walked to the door and then shot him a quick smile as I left. This was fun. The rest of the morning went well and lunch time was slowly approaching. I took my Chanel lipstick and gloss from my purse and dropped them into my pocket. I grabbed my wallet from out of my purse and stepped into Marks office. “I’m gonna go grab a bite to eat and do some shopping if it’s okay with you?”, I asked. “Sure. See you in a while.”, he replied. I smiled at him and walked through the doors and down to the elevator. As the doors of the elevator doors closed I wondered. Would he fall for it? Time would tell…. I returned from my lunch break and sat in the chair behind my desk. I opened up my purse and looked inside my makeup bag. Sure enough. It was gone. The Superstay lipstick had vanished. I looked over at Marks door that was closed and wondered what was going on behind it. I grabbed my Chanel lipstick and gloss and used my compact to freshen up my deep red powerful lips. I layered it on thick. I sat there and wondered. Had he tried it? Was he wearing it? Had it set and stuck to his lips? The suspense was killing me. I quietly sneaked out of my chair and walked to the door and slowly turned the knob to Marks office. It was locked. Was he in there? I waited and waited wondering and then finally the phone rang. It was our CEO. Probably calling about the meeting tomorrow morning. I paged Mark and to my relief he picked up his phone. “Yes.”, he answered. “What is it?”, he added. “Uh.. Mr Jackson is on line one for you sir.”, I replied. “Ok. Uhh. Fine. Put him through. And then hold my calls. I’m very busy.”, he ordered. I put through his call and hung up the phone. I think I got him. He sounded really weird. Hours went by and I turned away his other calls and five o’clock was slowly approaching. The view from my desk showed people starting to file out. It was close to five now and it was killing me to know if Mark had tried on my lipstick. Finally I had an idea. I stood up and knocked on Mark’s door, “Mark. It’s five o’clock. Do you need me for anything else today?” “No. Thanks. Have a good evening. See you tomorrow.”, he answered through the door. “Are you okay in there?”, I asked. “Fine damn it! I’m busy…. So good night”, he shouted. “Good night then.”, I replied. I walked to the door of the main office and opened it and let it close. I remained in the room and quietly moved back to Marks door and stood there listening. I could hear things rustling inside. I could hear water running in his bathroom. I heard stomping around and then it got quiet. An hour went by and then another. It was a little after seven and I was leaning on my desk quietly when I heard more rumbling around in his office. I moved to his door again and just then it opened quickly. Mark looked up and was startled to see me. He stood there with perfectly applied red lipstick on his lips and quickly took his hand and covered his mouth. “What are you doing here?”, he muffles through his hand. “I was just looking for my new lipstick Mark.”, I answered sarcastically. I pulled his hand away from his mouth and smiled devilishly, “I think I found it!” Mark stood there defeated. I pointed to his desk chair, “Go sit down.” He put his things down and sat in his chair. I walked over to his side and looked down at him. He was speechless. He looked down at his desk in embarrassment. “Look at me Mark.”, I ordered. Mark looked up at me in terror, “I have a lipstick fetish.. When I saw your lips this morning I went crazy. I just wondered to myself. What would it feel like to have those sexy lips on mine and I couldn’t help myself.”, he looked up at me like a scolded puppy. “So you stole my lipstick and tried it on yourself?”, I asked. “I did. And then… no matter what I did… it wouldn’t come off.”, he again looked at me frightened. “It does come off doesn’t it?”, he asked. “It comes off Mark. But only if I tell you how.”, I spin his chair so he is facing me. I lean down close to his face, “Mark if you wanted to feel my luscious red lips against yours… you should have just asked.” “I’m married”, he answered. “I’m your boss.”, he added. “Well until that lipstick comes off, I think you know who the new boss is don’t you?”, I raised a brow. I slipped my jacket off and undid my pants. I stepped out of them and unbuttoned my shirt. I stand there in front of him in my black lacy bra, thong and nylons. I put one foot up on his chair. As he stares at me I slip off a nylon. I then do the same thing with the other. I lean down to his face and bring my red lips close to his, “I’m the boss now.” As he stares at me I take his left hand and secure it tightly with my nylons to the arm of his chair. I take his right hand and do the same on the other side. “Lipstick fetish…huh?”, I lean down to his face and bring my lips close to his. “I think I have a lipstick fetish too.”, I moved in and kiss his cheek leaving a bold red kiss print on his cheek. Marks stirs in his chair. I loosen his tie and slip it off. I tear at his shirt and buttons go flying. He pulls with his wrists, but the nylons are unforgiving. I reach for his belt and unhook it. I slide down his zipper and pull his pants down to his knees. His cock points towards the sky in his underwear. I pull them down and grab his cock in my hand. “I guess you do have a lipstick fetish. Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to have my lipstick on your cock?”, I asked. “Oh yes. Please suck me off.”, he begged. I lean down and move my red lips close to his. I kiss him hard on the cheek leaving a bold red kiss print. Then again on the other. I lean down and kiss his forehead and his chest. I pick up his necktie and place it over his eyes and tie it securely behind his head, “No peeking Mark.” “Do you still want to feel my lipstick all over you Mark?”, I walk over to his filing cabinet and quietly open his black box and remove the Superstay lipstick. “Oh yes. Please.”, he begs. I come back to my bound victim, “Just need to touch up my lipstick again.” I open the Superstay lipstick and apply it liberally to my lips, “Oh this lipstick feels sooo good. Do you want to feel it Mark?” “Yes. Please…”. , he asks. I take his chin in one hand and using the wand in the other layer another coat of Superstay on his lips. I then lean down and kiss him slowly all over his face leaving perfect red wet kiss prints. “Wait a minute! Is that the stuff that doesn’t come off?”, he stirs again in his chair. I apply another coat of Superstay to my already red lips. I take his cock in my hands and slowly let my lips slide down his shaft. I pull back to see a red smear down his cock. “Don’t worry Mark. Everything will be just fine.”, I say as I apply more. I take him in my mouth again and move up and down his cock slowly. He breaths heavier and heavier. He squirms in his chair, but I hold him in place. I move faster and faster smearing more and more red lipstick over his cock. I suck harder and harder. Finally he explodes in me and I let his come fill my mouth. I lean up and kiss him on the lips spreading his own come all over his face. Mark sits there naked covered in lipstick with come all over his face and exhausted. Still blindfolded he doesn’t see me pull my cell phone from my purse. I flip open the phone and snap a picture. “What was that?”, Mark sits up straight in his chair. “I want to remember this night forever.”, I laughed. “No pictures. Elizabeth I serious!”, he shouted. I snap a few more, “Oh Mark. These are great. These would look great on the company web page.” I push a few buttons and email them to my home computer. “Your so fucked Mark.”, I lean over and take his tie off his head. The Superstay lipstick lay on the desk in front of him. He looks up at me in terror, “You won’t get away with this.” “I already did.”, I smirk at him. “Red is definitely your color. Does your wife wear red? Does she know you wear red? Maybe we should call her.”, I open back up my phone. “Ok. Ok. You win.”, Mark says in defeat. “What do you want?”, he asks. “Simple. The money, respect, and dignity that you always owed me.”, I say as I get my things together. I get dressed and cleaned up in his bathroom as he sits there listening. “Basically I get what ever I want or everyone finds out about your little lipstick fetish. You wife, boss, and coworkers. I have all their e-mail addresses, phone numbers, and addresses. “, I say as I finish cleaning myself up. Mark sits there staring at me, “Please let me go. I’ll do whatever you ask. Let’s just keep this our little secret.”, he begs. “Great idea!”, I open up Marks drawer and put some scissors in his left hand. “Now if you try hard enough you should be able to cut yourself out of those pantyhose. I’m putting them in your left hand to make it more difficult. By the time your free, I’ll be long gone. You should have plenty of time to get free, go to an all night drug store and buy some makeup remover. You actually might want to buy a few bottles. The lipstick will come off if you rub hard enough.” I move in front of his chair and spin it in circles, “Now you be careful not to drop those scissors.” I stop his chair and lean down towards him again, “Now you be a good little boy and everything will be just fine. Your meeting with the CEO’s starts at 10:00am sharp. Remember? Don’t want to have to explain your lipstick fetish to them now do you?” Mark starts scratching away carefully at the pantyhose around his left wrist with the scissors. I walk to the door and turn to him, “I think things are going to be great between us from now on. Don’t you Mark?” I smile and blow him a kiss from across the room as I flick the lights off to his office and close the door. The end???

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