This choice: With a crash, the boardroom door is smashed inward. • Go Back...Chapter #4With a crash, the boardroom door is smashed in. by: Mr. George   A latex clad woman stands in the ruin of the boardroom doors. Her impressive body laden with curves. But it's the gun she has the keeps the attention of the room. Most flinch, as she sweeps her arm around the room.
The broken hinges and the shattered oak doors suggest that she has some enhanced strength too. Oh, that and her confidence.
As you look down the barrel yourself, you keep your reaction to a nervous swallow. Your mouth too dry to talk for the moment. Behind her, beyond the boardroom, the devastation is clear, with limp bodies slumped on the floor, waiting secretaries, PA's laid out.
"Time for you to get a new understanding of your business." she purrs.
Quietly and proficiently, she starts shooting. Beginning with those nearest her, nearest the exit. Darting the executives, until they each slump forward over the table, or collapse in their seats. The feathery tail showing against necks, or through shirts and blouses, a dark red stain a reminder of the flesh beneath the fine tailored clothes.
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She seems to know them, as she walks.... struts confidently up the room. She names each board member, a smile playing over her face, as some thought amuses her. Until only you and her are left alert.
Kicking the chair away from the table, you struggle to remain seated, as the wheels spin. One hand on the back of the chair, the other on the gun, she settles into your lap. Straddling you, she leans in, her latex bosom pressing hotly against your crisp shirt. You feel her breathing, as she dares you to even try and resist.
Despite the impressive bust, you feel more aware of the size of her gun. As the chill of the metal is pressed insistently under your chin.
"Consider this a corporate take-over, and you're demoted... you're all demoted."
A squeak is the only response you can manage, almost afraid to breathe, to set off the gun.
"From the board room, to the product catalogue in one easy step." her eyes flashing with anger and delight. Your head shaking 'no', in denial, a fight you've already lost. You hear the gun 'pffft', and around you the world darkens and spins dizzyingly turning sideways. Your head flops limply into her bust. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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