{Classy Flirt}
A bit of my dirty mind for all of you. Hope you enjoy~

It’s a work in progress.

Standing in front of the sink elbows deep in dishes from the previous night’s supper, and the small breakfast the boss had asked for before leaving for work. It was her first official day as his housekeeper. At barley the age of 18 she was lucky to land this job. The pay was well above minimum wage, and he was allowing her to stay at his estate—which was by far the nicest place she had ever seen. Let alone stayed in.


The dishes were near done and were beginning to bore her, wiping the water from her hands on the front of her black skirt. The boss had given her a tour of the estate, if you could call it that. He showed her to her bedroom, the kitchen, and the laundry room. Past that he probably assumed she would figure it out on her own. Always being more curious than maybe she should be Beverly went to seek out the bathroom, wondering if there was a master bath she began to look.


Being a large estate it took much seeking to find what she was looking for. The master suit was divine, something only seen in movies. With a large four poster bed (it had to be a king, maybe larger), a mahogany head board and a dark down duvet, with what appeared to be leopard sheets. Wow, he really must think a lot of himself to have such sheets. They were beautiful and they drew Beverly in. Running a hand along the satin smoothness of the sheets, and imagining what it would be like to be entangled in them. Shaking the thought from her mind she continued to the bathroom. Passed a large walk in closet, a large painting (appeared to be The Birth of Venus). Though large, the room lacked any personality, no family photos, or indication that the boss might actually have a life other than his job. The bathroom was behind beaded curtains (no door!), with a clawfoot bathtub, a waterfall shower, and a flat screen TV it was as beautiful as the bedroom.


Once her bladder was relieved she took out the trash in the bathroom and put a load of towels in the washer and dryer, her curiosity had not been fully fed. Her heels clicked about when she walked on the hardwood. Opening drawers in the living room, smelling flowers that had been placed on various tables and shelves. Many to her disappointment were artificial flowers. At the end of a hallway there was a thick.  The sort of door a person got to keep people out, but to her pleasant surprise the boss had not left this door open.


Behind the door lay a beautiful study. With tall bookshelves lining many of the walls, a large mahogany desk with an old fashioned typewriter perched upon it, and a leather chair that was more than perfect for reading in. There was two lamps in the room that kept an illuminating light, not too bright, but bright enough to relax.


There was paper in the typewriter, he had been working in here before he left it seemed. Walking across the plush carpet, a soft cushion under the black heels she was sporting. Sitting behind his desk she felt important. Rummaging through drawers to see what lay within them. Nothing seemed to stick out to her mind, and it came to her conclusion as she shuffled through books. And paper work that maybe he was just a boring man, with nothing of interest.


Her curiosity was slowly dying, and she lifted herself out of the chair to leave. Bumping the books that were on his desk off the table, they went scattering everywhere. With various paperwork, and a few picture frames. She had hours until He would be home so she shrugged it off to go and finish dishes. Looking back she realized just how big of a mess she had really made.


When she left she forgot to close the door, and it sat ajar.  Beverly started a load of laundry, and washed the dishes she had remaining in the sink. She was vacuuming the living room when she heard the mercedes pull into the garage. The clock that hung on the wall said he wasn’t to be home for many more hours. Maybe he had a meeting, or something to be to and he was stopping by to change, or to grab a meal before heading off to do something of importance.


Once he unlocked the door and sauntered through the room she felt his eyes on her body. Less than ten minutes later she heard her name being called from the study. Then it struck her that she had forgotten to clean up the mess she had made. Taking a deep sigh she put the vacuum away and headed towards his study. Her heels once again clicking a melody along the hardwood flloors.


Panic went through her mind as she walked. What if she lost her job? There was no way she was going to be able to find another job that was even comparable to the one that she was currently sitting on. It was difficult enough finding jobs, even more difficult to find one wiht the benefits this one had. But she pushed the thought aside. Maybe he wouldn’t fire her, maybe he just needed a cup of coffee.


Reaching his office the door was open, and he was sitting in the chair behind his desk. If it wasn’t for the fear that was running through her mind she would take the time to admire what a beautiful man he was. From the long dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and the scruff that lined his face. He was young, and in shape. A sight that she would hope she would get to enjoy on another day. He gestured for me to sit,  she smiled and greeted him  with the sweetest “Hello” I could muster up when I took the chair in front of his desk. But my sweet tone was cut with his burning stare, and dark tones.


“What has happened in here?” His eyes baring into hers. Forcing her to look away. She felt like she was 10 years old again. And feeling like a kid, she shrugged her shoulders and didn’t say anything.


“I am not sure what game you are playing, but I am not one of your cool friends , I expect you to answer me when I speak to you” he said.  he said his tone was stern, but he did not raise his voice. His glare, and posture did the speaking for him.


Staring down at her hands delicately folded in her hands she took in a sharp breath and looked up at him. “I don’t have the slightest clue”


His face told her that she had answered wrong, then it struck her maybe if she answered honestly maybe her odds would be better. But it was too late for that now.


“If you are trying to fool me, you will be mistaken. My home has the highest security in the nation, next the president himself. No one would even think of breaking into my house. There is only one option, the maid I had hired decided she was going to go through my personal belongings. Snoop through my stuff, and not even have the decency to clean up after herself” he spoke in a harsh tone. He leaned towards her his hands locked in front of him on the table “Please, pipe in if I am falsely accusing you.”


She knew she was in deep, and knew there was nothing she could say that would fix what she had done, so her gaze returned to her lap. But she felt his eyes bore into the back of her head. Before she saw him get up, she heard him shove his chair back and pull something out of his drawer. When he walked around behind her she heard the door shut and lock, and saw a metal ruler sitting on the desk infront of her “Stand up” he commanded.


Fear ran through her entire body and a visible tremble ran through her body. This was it he was going to ask her to pack her belongings and tell her to be on her way. Standing she continued to keep her eyes towards the ground never meeting his stare.


“I am not sure what game you are playing, and I am not sure what  you are looking for” his voice was very close, she could feel his breath on her ear. He put a hand on her back and roughly pushed her forward until she was bent halfway over the desk. Her heels pushed her ass up high in the air, and her skirt rode up baring the black thong she had chose for the day. Quickly she would discover that maybe she should have chose a more sensible pair of underwear.


He said nothing, but she knew she should stay down when she saw him remove the ruler from the top of his desk her mind started racing. Was he going to use it on her? Spank her like a child? But again something in her mind told her not to ask. Her questions would be answered soon enough.


He came around to her left side, now her eyes were following him. She saw his arm raze, and felt it burn into her left cheek, and then her right. Never seeing the fall, tears instantly sprang to her eyes and a yelp ran through her lips. But she stayed in position. Stayed bent over. He repeated the same pattern before he started speaking.


“You will NOT go through my personal life” he said, again never raising his voice. But the strike with the ruler left the impression well enough. “And you will stay OUT of my study” he said again emphasising with the ruler.


That was the end of his speaking, though the room was far from quiet. The sound of the ruler meeting flesh, and her audible cries filled the room with sound. But something surprised her as the sting turned into a burn, there was more than just warmth on her backside. Slowly she was growing aroused with each strike. Her body responded to the ruler, her ass reached up towards the ruler as it would come down and crash into her.


It was over after what seemed to be a century, and her backside was as red as a cherry tomato. But he did not move from the position he was in. He stayed behind her, and she stayed bent over. She felt the cold of the ruler on her hot cheeks. She felt him push aside her panties with it. And toy with her glistening folds “Someones a horny slut” he said as if it was written on the wall. His caress was broke by a cruel command


“Turn around, and get on your knees” he ordered. Slowly she stood up and turned to face him. Staggering on her feet, the pain in her backside affected the way she put weight on her feet. Lowering down to her knees she looked up at him. His erection was obvious.


Slowly he removed his jeans, and then his boxers leaving them a pile of fabric at his feet. His erection sprung to attention inches away from her mouth. Without being told Beverly knew what she was to do. Parting her lips she used her hand to guide his cock into her lips.


Her actions were wrong, the Boss commanded her to keep her hands behind her back. He used her head as he pleased impaling her with his cock. She coughed and gagged around his cock in vain because he didn’t slow, nor did he  move his hand. But as quick as it started he took his cock out of her mouth and came on her face. Spewing hot sticky liquid on her face.


The drops that landed on her lip she licked it off her lips, salty but not bad. “Get up” he spoke. His voice never lost the acid to his tone. And he made no indication for this to end.


Standing up off her feet he yet again pushed her so she was bent over. Was he going to spank her again? Fear ran through her mind.


His cock was hard again, and it was rubbing along her pussy. A tender move but her pussy was not where he landed. She felt him place his cock on her rose bud, and felt him break past his sphincter. This was not about her feeling pleasure. This was about him getting off. Each thrust sent her into the table. She would definitely have a bruise from the rough action. Slapping skin, and grunts was all that went on. Her mind was screaming, she had never had anal sex. Many boyfriends had tried and it really did hurt. Tears spilled out of her eyes.

When he came inside her, he pulled his jeans back on “Clean up, I want supper.” he said as he left the room.

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Is Junk Food Really Cheaper?
The answer is NO.
The “fact” that junk food is cheaper than real food has become a reflexive part of how we explain why so many Americans are overweight, particularly those with lower incomes. I frequently read confident statements like, “when a bag of chips is cheaper than a head of broccoli …” or “it’s more affordable to feed a family of four at McDonald’s than to cook a healthy meal for them at home.”
(via sunfoundation)

this bullshit fills me with a very specific kind of rage. so, TIME TO DEBUNK!
that meal from mcdonalds takes virtually no time to acquire AND is available almost anywhere.
the second meal? that “salad” is lettuce … with nothing else, not even dressing unless its just olive oil or some milk i guess? gross.
also thats the price of each serving, not an entire loaf of bread, a bottle of olive oil, etc. that stuff adds up which means you have to have a lot of money at one time to buy it all.
that meal probably took an hour and a half to make, which is a long fucking time when you work multiple jobs or are caring for a lot of people or dont have help! seriously, if you are a single parent of three who works, is spending an hour and a half every night preparing a meal a likely option?
same with beans and rice! also, you know whats a fucking bummer? eating beans and rice every night because you are poor. ask any person who has done it and they will tell you (you can start with me).
there is a “nutrition” argument here that lacks a follow up: poor people are more likely to be doing physical labor and need more than 571 calories per meal.
you know who is less likely to know how to bake or prepare a chicken? people without access to the internet, or libraries, or who werent taught how to by their parents because their parents worked all the time. access to healthy foods is a classist issue and classism is cyclical, you fucking morons.
seriously, these sorts of infographics make me want to fucking flip tables. do you know why people don’t eat more fresh fruits and vegetables? because fresh fruits and vegetables are expensive, because they take a long time to prepare, because they dont live near a grocery store that has a decent produce section, because they dont have reliable transportation to get groceries to and from the grocery store, because they dont have the energy to plan all of the shit that is involved in making healthy, intentional, filling, balanced meals. basically: poor people get fucked, and then we get BLAMED for being lazy.
eating “healthy”, aka access to fresh fruits and vegetables, is a privilege, first, foremost, always. so fuck you new york times and your ignorant goddamn infographic.
there are SYSTEMATIC REASONS that we do not have equal access to fresh fruits and vegetables. they are very REAL problems. besides, you know, systematic poverty in america, the total mis-distribution of farm subsidies is a perfect place to start. read about that, then either get bent or start working on the actual problem.

Lovely takedown.  Thanks to stheere for submitting.  I’m still contemplating the notion of a delicious lettuce & olive oil salad.  Yum.
I’d also like to point out that at $27.89, this is dramatically overestimating the cost of a meal at McD’s, probably by adding up all the drinks and fries individually.  (Also they’ve slanted towards more expensive menu items then, say, hamburgers.)
If you ordered the same things off the value meals menu it would only cost you $22.06 and you’d wind up with bigger drinks and fries, an extra cheeseburger and twice as many nuggets.  Or you could go with the cheeseburgers and nuggets as happy meals (since that seems to be the implication of the two smaller drinks and fries) and it would be $17.06.  (Plus toys to keep the kiddos entertained for five minutes.)
Or I guess you could eat salted potatoes and dry toast. 
That sounds fun too.

You can literally get a meal at mcdonalds for $7 this is bullshit

I am so glad all of you took the time to get angry over this post instead of recognizing that access to clean and healthy food is gravely lacking in most parts of this nation. that over health eduction is no where near where it should be and completely absent from curriculum when its not. and that these kinds of things really don’t benefit anyone as it only goes to show you why 60 million adults in the united states throughout their lifetime will suffer from ED or Obesity. stop with all of your bullshit and actually fucking stick to the point of posts sometimes people
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"Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep."Charlaine Harris, Dead and Gone  (via wanduring)

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