Work by Fragface-10%

I've forgotten the author's name. The author wrote two others I remember, "Yes, I do" and "Christmas moans and broken bones." 

Found the authors "name" Fragface. Also "Yes, I do." It needs formating, but hopefully will post soon too.

Dahlia Violet was visibly nervous. The headmistress of the "Lakewood University for Science & Health" was about to have the most important interview of the year. In a few minutes Reginald Armstrong would enter her office and discuss the financing for the next year. It was the day that would decide wether the school would get a big, juicy grant or just a few scraps.

She paced restlessly around the dark, wooden desk in her office. It was of utmost importance that she left a good impression. The school needed new lab equipment, a bigger cafeteria and more student housing.

"A good impression is crucial." she said to herself, only increasing the nervousness. "DAMN IT! Calm down Dahlia. Everything is going to be okay. You will ace this. Not only will you charm his socks off, you will get the biggest grant ever."

She dolled herself up for this very occasion. Usually she came to work in a plain pants suit. But not today. She decided she had to use all of the godgiven weapons in her arsenal. And boy was she armed.

Her long, black, silky hair was carefully bound to a braided bun. She had to look professional after all. However a few loose, playful strands falling in her beautiful face shouldn't hurt. She wore quite a bit more makeup than usual as well. Dark eyeliner and eyeshadow framed her big, emerald green eyes and her big lips were bright red. Just at the edge of looking a bit "too" professional. She wore a tight, white blouse and a dark blazer. A VERY tight white blouse. Her breasts put the thin, smooth fabric to the test. The buttons at the front fought really hard to keep the blouse closed. She opened the first two buttons to show off her impressive cleavage. Just a bit. Just so she would still look professional. The fact that the blouse was so tight made her decide not to wear a bra today, which was risky since she was so nervous. But the blazer should cover all "indecencies" that might occur during the interview, even though there was no chance in hell to close that thing over her "girls".

Instead of the usual pants she wore an exceptionally tight, black pencil skirt which ended halfway between her knees and her lucious behind. Every curve of it was visible when she moved around, she made sure of that. On the left side was a generous slit that ended just a little bit above her ass, showing off those long legs and the lace at the end of her stockings ... if she wanted to. Her outfit was completed by the black 6-inch stiletto high heels with red soles. A bootblack would pay for the privilege to shine them.

She was happy how her look turned out. Flirty, yet professional. She would tease him a little and get him in a good mood to score the grant. Her plan was perfect. Then why was she so nervous? She had to do something and she had to do it fast. She headed to the wooden globe next to her large desk and opened it, revealing an impressive selection of spirits from all over the world. She grabbed the bottle of a 12 year old scotch and poured herself two fingers of the golden liquid. Usually she took the time to enjoy such an exquisite drink but she was in a hurry. Reginald Armstrong could arrive any minute. She tilted her head back and finished off the glas in one big gulp.

"Rrrrechhhh" she said, shaking her head a little while the 120 proof scotch slid down her throat.

She usually liked to drink it quite a bit but that amount took its toll. And just in the nick of time. As she sat down the glass on the bar she heard the speakerphone crackling and her secretary announcing the arrival of Reginald Armstrong. She pushed the talkback button and asked, her voice still a little raspy, to send him in.

Armstrong was an older gentleman of average looks. He had greying hair at his temples, a clean shaven face and dark brown eyes. Yet he had an aura that inspired awe. When he entered a room everyone knew he meant business and he practically radiated the power and money that he had access to. A hand taylored 3-piece-suit rounded off the picture.

Dahlia Violet turned around to greet her guest with a big smile on her face. Partly because she could already feel the scotch do its work. Perfect, she thought. Her nervousness was slowly disappearing.

"Greetings Mister Armstrong, it is such a pleasure to have you here today." She said as she walked towards him, making sure she put a little hip-swing into her steps to make a good, first impression.

And by the first reaction of Mister Armstrong, it worked quite well. His eyes opened wide for just a short moment and he took just a little too long to close his mouth. She knew she practically already had the grant in her pocket.

"Very nice to meet you Miss Violet, I’m glad to be here" he said and shook her hand.

"Please, take a seat sir." Dahlia said pointing at one of the large, comfy leather chairs in front of her desk, sitting down in the chair next to him.

"Can I offer you a drink? Vodka, Scotch, Burbon?"

"Yes, Burbon please."

"Gladly, I’m more of a scotch girl myself" she said with a big, bright smile while she got up and walked towards the globe-bar.

She had to pace herself a little after that stiff drink. But she knew that Armstrong enjoyed a good drink while discussing finances and she sure as hell would take every advantage she could get. She poured two generously glasses, one with burbon, one with scotch and walked back over to Armstrong, making sure she gave him a quick look down her blouse as she bent over to give him his drink. Then she sat down, crossing her legs, showing just a hint of lace.

"Cheers" she said and took a large sip.

"Cheers" Armstrong answered.

"Well Miss Violet, I have to admit ... you know how to welcome a representative of the finance board. It looks like you did your homework."

"Indeed. My school has priority one in my book. I always make sure I am prepared."

"I can appreaciate that. To your school, cheers!"

"Cheers!" Half of the drink was already gone... better watch out Dahlia, she thought.

"I am going to be honest Miss Violet. The numbers are impressive and I don't see any reason why you shouldn't get a 3% fund increase."

"Thank you mister Armstrong. That is ..." she shook her head a little so she could concentrate better, that always helped. "That is a very generous offer. But I was actually hoping you could increase that number a little more. We have a large influx of foreign students and we are in desperate need of new equipment, housing and cafetreia ... cafeteria space." She smiled. Her arguments were bulletproof. She rewarded herself with another large sip.

"I see. Well, tell me about these additional students." he said, fixating her big eyes and cute button nose while he raised his glass demonstratively.

Dahlia followed promptly and explained "We had quite a few registrations from Russia this year. One of the oligarchs decided to send his daughter here and that seems to have created a trend. A lot of wealthy russians followed suit and now ... now ..." slight head shake "now they're all ... well ... here" she giggled quietly, of course they were here.

"That sounds marvelous. A lot of rich new potential investors? I think that percentage just went up a bit miss Violet."

She smiled again, or was she still smiling? Didn't matter. She was in the zone. She wouldn't let him go unless she got at least 10% out of him. She just had to be a bit more "persuasive". The way he glanced at her it would be child's play.

"... to it?"

What? Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Armstrong said something. Crap, she didn't listen. Up your game Dahlia.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Should we drink to it?"

"Of course!" what a silly question, she thought and emptied her glass. The scotch went down like butter and made her feel warm and relaxed. Today she would conquer the world.

"Not so fast miss Violet" Armstrong laughed. "We haven't even clinked glasses."

"Apolnogees. I (giggle) guess I got tooooo excited. Let me freshn up my drink."

She had a little bit of trouble getting out of the chair and had to hand her glass to Armstrong. She leaned forward even a little more than she intended because she misjudged her momentum, offering him a very good look the plentyful goods that put such a visible strain on the poor, flimsy blouse. With a giggle she took the glass from Armstrong's hand and headed over to the globe, making sure she put a slow, sexy wiggle in her step so he could get a good long look at her splendid derriere.

"I told you I was scotch girl, but this stuff I tell you ... you gotta try THIS stuff. I love it!" she held up a 3/4 full bottle of Russian vodka in an intricate, bright blue bottle. "'twas a gift from the oligarch who sent his daughter here first before all the other russians came after he sent his daughter here first (giggle)." She filled her whiskey glass half full.

"I have only tried it once so far. I believe it's ... it's from the guy's very own vodka desti... stillnary. It's absolutely tasty, but I have no idea how strong it is. Can you read cyrillic by any chance?"

She steadied herself against the globe and tried to focus on Armstrong with a big smile on her face. It was quite hard to get him into focus, weird. She put her left leg out to stabilize, tensing the fabric of the skirt and now showing not only the whole silk stocking but also some skin of her thick, smooth thigh.

Armstrong laughed. "I am afraid not, no. I’ll make sure to try it after I have finished my burbon. Thank you."

"Okidoki."

Dahlia put the bottle down and moved towards Armstrong with her glass at arms length to clink glasses. Her other hand resting on her wide hip. If you looked up "hourglass figure" in a dictionary, there would be a picture of her. She once again bent over to give Armstrong a good look at her cleavage, which was desperately trying to escape.

"Cheers!"

"To extra percen... tentages!" with one large gulp half of the vodka was already gone. "Aaaaaah. Smooooooth as silk."

She had to steady herself against Armstrong's chair as she was walking towards her seat. She sat down with a little bit too much force, resulting in her skirt riding up a bit and now rendering it just a little more than a miniskirt. She crossed her long legs and made sure she positioned herself correctly, so Armstrong could choose where to look at. What a handsome fellow he was. She smiled.

"Okay. Back to busin*HIC*ess. 'scuse me." She rested her free hand on her breasts to stopp the motion the hiccup had caused. "Wha' can we do, to get that persenndage up to ... say ... *HIC* ... 10?" she unconsciously bit her soft lower lip as she rested her free hand on Armstrong's knee, leaning forward.

"Well, is there anything else you can offer except rich Russians? Anything else I ... I mean we ... could be interested in?" Armstrong lost himself in Daliah's décolleté for a moment.

"Of course. There's also the matter of the... the..."

Her train of thought was abpruptly interrupted by the speakerphone.

"I am terribly sorry to interrupt Miss Violet, but I am afraid one of the girls has been caught with booze in her dorm room ... again."

"Shit!" Daliah noticed her foul language, then smiled wide and removed her hand from the knee to cover her mouth. "Oopsie. I apologise."

Dahlia clumsily got up, straightening her skirt to a more "appropiate" length, which still ended up a little short, and carefully made her way around the desk while using the edge of the desk to steady herself with her hip and enjoying a few more slugs from the vodka. She reached her office chair, sat down the glass, layed her legs crossed on the desk (once again showing some skin) and pushed the talk button. "Whoissit this time?" she asked her secretary.

"It's Natasha Miss Violet. She's currently brought here by campus security."

"That girl ... enjoyssss life a little too *HIC* mush. Once she's here, sidd'er down in the waiting room and await further in... struc... tions." she really had to concentrate for the last one. Armstrong turned around in his seat to face the voluptuous vixen sitting behind the desk.

"Now here's your time to prove yourself and score some extra percentages. How are you going to handle this one?"

"(giggle) That's not my firss rodeo good sir. That girl needs some stern words and a little bit of punishment. She needs to learn a less'n."

"I am glad to hear that. But how will you accomplish this?"

"Usually I'd contact the parenss. But we need to keep the rich Russians happy!"

"Good choice Miss Violet."

"Please, call me Dah*HIC*lia. 'scuse me."

"Gladly."

She put her legs down and her elbows on the table, resting her attractive head in her hands. Armstrong noticed that her cheeks were quite flushed in a bright pink. It made him smile. Dahlia smiled back while she thought of a good punishment that would impress Armstrong and would show her decisiveness. After all it's all about percentages and being sexy but professional. After a few moments she sat straight up, pushing her breast out, resulting in more strain on the tortured fabric of her blouse.

"Got it! Iss like smoking, right? When you cash someone smoking you make them smoke the whole pack to teach them a lesson."

"Brilliant!" Armstrong couldn't hide his smile.

"It is. So I make sure she dringsss the bottle she snuck into the dorm. That'll teach her and I don't hafta call her parents and keep them rich and happy and rich."

"You really are quite clever Dahlia."

"Thanks." she said with a smirk and downed the rest of her vodka.

"But you need to make sure you're on equal ground. Show her, you are in command but also, that you are not an enemy."

"Mosss definetly..... umm..... how?"

"You have to drink with her of course. Showing that you can handle yourself and that she needs to look up to you while she learns her lesson."

"Mosss definetly."

Dahlia nodded. Which made her a bit woozy ... and hot. God it was hot in here. She would have to let the air conditioning be inspected. No way she could be sexy and professional while it's so hot.

"Iss hot, isn't it?"

"Yes it's quite warm."

"You don' mine if take off the blazer?"

"Of course not, go ahead."

"Very kind. *HIC*"

She stood up. Maybe a little too fast because she suddenly felt light headed and had to grab unto the table so she wouldn't fall back into the chair again. That would have been embarrassing. She giggled loudly. Slowly she took off the blazer and hung it over the back of the office chair.

Armstrong watched happliy as she took it off due to the fact that her rock hard nippels were now visibly poking through the thin blouse. In fact you could even see them shining through in a soft pink because the fabric was so flimsy.

"Mush better." she proclaimed and leaned forward to push the talk button. "As shoon as she's here, sender in please."

"Yes Miss Violet."

Dahlia leaned back and sat slowly down in her office chair. Everything was going as planned. She would get the percentage she wanted and then maybe give Armstrong a big sloppy kiss as a thank you. He earned that. It made her smile again and she didn't really notice how she playfully drove her hands down her breats onto her slim waist. Mmmmmmm. Maybe, just maybe, a kiss isn't enough.

"Misser Armstrong. Can I offer you 'nuther dring while we wait?"

"Thank you dear, but I’m still good." he held up his glass which had practically still the same amount of burbon.

"Okidoki. Then I’ll just refill my*HIC*shelf".

The last hiccup was too much for the blouse, or rather the buttons. Her magnificently rocking bust caused the next 3 closed buttons to rip off and turn into projectiles. The blouse opened up. It was like a drowning man who finally reached the surface and took a deep breath of air. Her breasts pushed the now VERY revealing blouse to each side, displaying her majestic cleavage. The open front almost reached her belly button. Just barely covering her nipples which were still solid as ever and poking

through the fabric.

Dahlia obviously didn't notice because she took no measure to cover herself up again. But the grin on her face showed that she somehow felt … less contained. As she got up to refill her glass, she was harshly interrupted by a couple of knocks on the door. DAMN IT.

"Yes, come in please!"

The door opened slowly. And while Armstrong was watching the show with a lecherous

grin on his face, he wasn't prepared for what he saw next.

A girl entered the room, 19, maybe 20, and closed the door behind her. She seemed to be sprung from the fantasy of a 15 year old boy when he thinks about school girls. She was wearing plain, white sneakers that led up to white cotton socks which reached over her knees. They desperately clinged to the athletic legs of the petite girl. The legs ended in a black and white skirt which only JUST covered the front of the girl's private parts. Only millimeters prevented a glance at her panties. The skirt ended as abruptly as it started, quite a bit below her waist. Then there was only her trained belly, her cute little belly button, a shiny piercing and then again only skin. She had very perky breasts, a little more than a "handfull" and you didn't need imagination to see it. She wore a hand-cut 'wifebeater', which showed a ridiculous amount of underboob due to the fact that is was cut so short. One of the straps was hanging loosely from her right shoulder. The left one seemed to hold on for dear life. Her tanned face was very visibly flushed. She smirked widely, showing off her pink lipstick. Her blue eyes were a little red around the edges and she curled her cute nose while she giggled. Her blonde hair was bound into two long pigtails which reached her shoulders.

She leaned back against the door for support, carrying a half empty bottle of cheap whiskey in one hand and raising the other in greeting.

"Heeeeeeey miss Vi-ooooh-let." she slurred. "You habbie do sea meeeh?"

"You are innaloddof trouble missy!"

Dahlia leaned forward doing her best to show a stern face while pointing at Natasha. The motion resulted in her breasts swaying side to side and revealing the pink edges of her nipples. Surley if they weren't so hard, they would've slipped out by now. "Sit down." she pointed at the empty leather chair next to Armstrong. Natasha turned around, using her hands to steady and push herself away from the

door. While the front of the skirt could be described as "skimpy", the back was a whole other story. 2/3 of her tight, apple shaped ass was shown for the whole world to see. As well as the practically nonexistant, white string she was wearing to "cover" her privates. 

She turned around a little too quickly resulting in a stumble forwards. Due to her state she wasn't able to catch herself in time and landed belly down, ass up on Armstrongs lap while she giggled loudly. She held up the bottle stating "Hold this.”After he took it she clumsily pulled herself up, resulting in rubbing her perky tits all over his lap and upper body. She grabbed onto his shoulders, lifted herself up until they were face to face and took a long good look at him.“Hi.”She said and smiled as her hand crept slowly along his arm to reach the bottle.

With a quick move she pushed herself backwards and landed softly in the big leather chair. One leg over the armrest, the other resting right between Armstrongs legs on the other chair.

"You're cute." she announced.

"Yes he is." said Dahlia. „Buuuhuuut. He cannod *HIC* help you now. You shnuck liquor into your dorm room again. You know thass forbiddn."

Natasha turned her head but wasn't able to answer right away. She was mesmerized by the cleavage that sprang out of Dahlia's blouse. Natasha imagined how she would bury her face in those bountiful tits and grinned.

"I … I’ma have to punsh you … punish you."

"Nonono miss Violet. Pleeeeeez don' tell mah dadd*HIC*y. I promish you won'd cash me ever again. Ever. You won'd even know how drung I get *HIC*"

"Don't worry sweetie. We'll keep it between ush. Buuuuhuuut I still have to teach you a lessn."

Dahlia now needed her second hand to hold on to the desk to not fall over from pointing. It resulted in her pushing her breasts together so they flowed out of the thin white blouse.

"(giggle) Tha' souns sexy as FUCK." Natasha shouted as she leaned forward rapidly.

This resulted in her foot moving forward, right between Armstrong's legs. She liked what she felt, turned to him with a wicked smile and winked at him.

"Hey! Eyesupphere Missy. You'll hafta dring the whooole rest of the boddle. Thish way you'll learn not get drung inna dorm. Don' worry, I’ll dring with you so you reshpect me."

"Okay." Natasha liked that punishment.

Dahlia used both hands to lead herself around the table and sat down on the other armrest of Natasha's chair. Dahlia's cleavage was now almost falling into Natasha's face as she leaned forward to grab the bottle. Natasha pulled the bottle farther away from her, so she had to lean in even more. With the index finger of the other hand she gently touched Dahlia's hard nipple.

"Shid your tiss *HIC* are big."

With a silent moan Dahlia grabbed the bottle and leaned back.

"Thang you. Cheers."

Dahlia tilted her head back and took a few healthy gulps, then handed the bottle back to Natasha.

"Thassss pretty cheap shduff. You havalodof money. Why doncha buy the good shit?"

Natasha was now also drinking straight from the bottle while trying to focus Armstrong's face. She carefully rubbed her foot up and down on his pants. She had to smile again which cause some of the cheap booze to dribble down her small chin and onto the wifebeater. Turning it effectively see through at the places it got wet. Luckily for Armstrong, it hit all the right places.

"Wha'?"

Natasha stopped and turned her head to Dahlia again who was now also brightly flushed. She decided she should let her hair down, grabbed her bun, opened it and shook her head until her black, silky hair was flowing over her shoulders. "Why the cheap *HIC* shtuff? Here... lemme getchoo somethin' nice."

Dahlia grabbed onto the Desk and pulled herself up. Her skirt was now almost completely folded up as she leaned forward. Both Armstrong and Natasha staring hypnotized at the magnificent ass that presented itself. Dahlia stumbled forward towards the globe and grabbed two scotch bottles. She then tried to stand straight and turned around. But the motion caused the blouse to finally give up and let her breats catch some air. She looked down at herself and shrugged with a loud giggle. She then stumbled forwards and sat down right in Armstrong's lap. Her breasts squishing against his chest. She buried her face into his shoulder and giggled again.

"Can I tell you *HIC* a secret secret? You hafta bromise nod to tell ANYONE!"

"Of course." Armstrong was a bit disappointed that he had to respond right now. He was enjoying the show way too much.

"I thing I’m a lil' bit drung. And a lottle *HIC* bit hornery … also … I thing you have a massive 'rection … shir."

She lifted her head and looked at him with blood shot eyes, happily smiling. Then she leaned in for a long, sloppy kiss.

"Heeeeyyyy. No *HIC* fair!"

Natasha had finished her bottle of cheap booze, let it roll on the floor and tried to stand up. It worked long enough for her to take off her top and throw it on the desk. Then she fell over forwards, trying to grab one of the bottles from Dahlia's hand. She crawled on Armstrong's lap and pushed herself between Dahlia's arms, breaking the lustful kiss.

"I wanna have fun, too." She said with pouty lips, her face now close to Dahlias.

That poor girl, Dahlia thought and bridged the gap to kiss the student as well. Natasha gently rubbed one of her nipples while the other hand slowly crept into Armstrong's pants. Her smile widening even more.

"You know what?" Armstrong said. "I think I’ll make it 10%."

Dahlia stopped kissing Natasha, handed her one of the bottles and put her now empty hand also down Armstrong's pants.

"Tha' calls fora toas'. Ann... ann... *HIC* I hope you learnered your lessn." She said looking Natasha in the eyes.

"Asolooly." Natasha said, biting her lower lip. "We be'rr logg the door."

"Yupp."

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