The D'eath of Valentines
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Who better to celebrate Valentines, in their own way, then D'eath!

Follow on to the other D'eath stories - The Office - The Lesson - The
Interview - The Intruders - D'eaths New Boots - D'eath Come a Knocking - The
Perfect Christmas Party & Office Confrontation

The D'eath of Valentines

It was Valentine's day and in the carpark outside the companies large
headquarter building the air filled with not the sound of violins being played
or anything mussy like that. It filled with the roar of a motorbike engine, a
big powerful motorbike. Already there were a few people in the carpark at the
time, all of whom turned to see who was responsible for disturbing the peace
of the idyllic morning.

The bike now made its way, at some speed, through the carpark and up to the
very front of the building, to a very special area. Not somewhere especially
for motorbikes, but an area where this rider, and only this rider always
stopped at and left their bike. For anyone else that came to work on a
motorbike, then 'their' area was over there, a short walk away. But this rider
was ... ... different, a bit special around here and they did as they wanted,
and they certainly didn't want to have to 'walk' all that way to the entrance.
This person was indeed 'special' and known to everyone who worked there, one
way or another. So much so, that a few people suddenly stopped getting out of
their cars as they saw this particular bike and got back inside their nice
'safe' vehicles.

For those people that where already out of their cars and walking over to the
main building, they instantly hurried their pace at the sound of this
motorbike. No one else who rode into work produced this kind of effect, no one
who worked here had this effect, just by arriving at work. But then again,
this rider was different, a bit distinct around here! So, the rider had a
clear path around the carpark and up to the front of the building, not that
they would have stopped for anyone caught in the way. Or was that just a nasty
rumour that had gone around about this person, the motorbike rider?

With the bike driven across the grass area, and having gone past the sign that
said 'please keep off the grass'. The rider made their way towards an area
that they had chosen to park their bike, as it was only a few steps away from
the large main entrance doors. The engine was finally switched off, the area
was now calm, peaceful and the rider got of the bike and now made her way
towards the doors. By now it would have been obvious to anyone who didn't know
who this was, that the rider was a woman, and a woman who liked the feel of
tight leathers.

She was covered in leather, black long biker boots but boots with a defiant
high heel to them, tight leather trouser, black with a bright red strip going
down the side of each of her legs, then a tight leather jacket again with the
same bright red stripe that went down each sleeve. Maybe it was because it was
Valentine's day that she chosen the leathers with a hint of red, maybe?

The woman was pulling off her gloves, as walked past the sign that asked all
motorbike riders and couriers to remove their helmets before entering the
build. But of course, she ignored this as she kept hers one, at the same time
walking past the security person on duty, who deliberately missed this. Then
she carried on through the main doors and inside the main building, ready to
start her day at work.

In the reception area of the entrance there was a distinct CLICK! CLICK!
CLICK! That distinctive sound produced by the woman's heeled boots. As she
walked over to the reception desk, it was almost as if as soon as she'd
entered the building everyone else had stopped, gone quiet. Or escaped the
area quickly, so that it was only her that now could be heard. At the
reception desk, "Good morning Ms D'eath", the receptionist instantly
recognised and greeted the female head of largest department within the
company. The woman stood at the desk was indeed Ms D'eath, and she was in
charge of PAIN, that stood for, Procurements and sales, Administration,
Information Technology and New Developments. Well what other department would
you put such a woman as Ms D'eath in charge of, other than PAIN?

Ms D'eath now took off her helmet, shook her head to allow her hair to fall
back into place, the receptionist sat on the other side of the tall desk,
looked up at the older woman and handed over the 'Over Night File' to the
woman in leathers, Ms D'eath. The Over Night File, as it was called, contained
any important correspondence and messages from the previous night. The woman
flicked through the file as she stood there at the desk, at the same time Ms
D'eath grabbed onto the button on her jacket collar, popped it open and pulled
down on her jacket zip.

The blond receptionist looked up as the zip was pulled down slightly, Ms
D'eath carried on scanning the file and didn't see the smile now on the
receptionist face as her large breasts now became visible. Almost as if her
assets where trying push themselves fully out and head straight for the
receptionist! A few moments later and the Head of PAIN had reviewed the file,
found nothing of any immediate interest so turned to make her way towards the
lifts and then up to her office.

But just as she turned something caught her eye. There on the high desk was a
notice, one of those addressed to all staff members. As Ms D'eath's eyes
scanned over it the expression on her face changed, from her normal, 'not too
impressed' look to one of 'really not impressed!' To be sure she even unzipped
a pocket on the leather jacket, pulled out her glasses, placing them halfway
down her nose. And now through those long, thin, black rimmed glasses she
scoured the note again, to make sure, to double check what she'd thought she'd
read was right!

The note invited the reader to 'celebrate Valentine's Day' with the company,
use the internal mail service to send that 'loved one a card' or maybe send
some flowers, again through the system and ... ... ' You can order a card,
flowers even a valentine's teddy bear through the companies 'Happy Valentine's
Day' offer! And still the flyer went on and on with different 'offers' and
gifts, it was so bad that Ms D'eath felt sick and more sick the further she
read on. If all that wasn't bad enough, there was worst to come, at the bottom
of this flyer was the name of her department, 'this had come from HER
department!' Not only had this flyer come from her department, this whole
Valentines thing had been 'authorised' by HER department! She certainly wasn't
happy, not pleased about this, maybe even a touch annoyed! Ms D'eath wasn't a
woman for Valentines, all that roses and wooing nonsense, if she wanted some
'love' she'd take it.

If she wanted a cuddle, kiss and then sex, she didn't see the point of messing
around with flowers, diner, endless conversation and 'getting to know each
other!' If she eyed a man, well a cute young lad or woman she liked she'd take
them, have them. She'd have them when she wanted them, she didn't wait around.
She won't send an unsigned card and make them try and guess it was from her,
how pointless was that?

So, this Valentines thing didn't meet with her approval, worst of all no one
in her department had put this idea to her, probably because they would have
known what she would have said. So, had someone deliberately gone behind her
back, pushed this through the department, secretly without her knowledge, who
would have gone through with this? Who in her department would sanction all
this without asking her beforehand, who indeed, Ms D'eath thought it was time
to find out!

The woman put her glasses away and now did turn around and made her way to the
lift, her pace was quick, as if she was in a bit of a hurry to 'find someone!'
The blond receptionist picked up a pen and watched as Ms D'eath headed off,
she placed the end of the pen in her mouth, bit on it with her teeth and then
ran her tongue around it. All the time watching, staring at the Head of PAIN's
firm arse in those tight leather trousers. The receptionist wondered what she
would have to do to get a move up to the PAIN department, maybe into the main
office, near to where the boss worked or even to become Ms D'eath's secretary?

Just then the blond receptionist caught sight of the 5' 7' brunette who
entered the building, the woman was in her mid-20's and with her dark eyes,
attractive looks and great body that looked quiet ... ... ! The receptionist
stuck her nose up and glared at the woman who made her way through the
entrance area towards the lifts. The brunette, Racheal, who was the secretary,
the personal secretary to the head of the PAIN department, returned the look
she got. There was a mutual aversion for each other from these women, this was
because one woman had the job the other woman wanted, and one woman knew the
other woman would do anything to get her job!

But even so they were still civil to each other! Each woman grinned and nodded
to the other, in that way that women can be friendly, nasty and bitchy all at
the same time! That, 'I'm watching you', kind of a look! A moment later and
Racheal was at the lifts, she saw one was already in operation and pressed the
button of the second one, then waited. In the first lift, that Ms D'eath was
in, it had come to a stop on the first floor. As the lift stopped its occupied
was not happy, she did not like her lift stopping unless it was for her floor!
The doors of Ms D'eath's lift opened and in walked a man carrying a pile of
files. He made his way in, "4th floor please" and waited for the doors to
close, and as they began to shut the man looked over to who he was sharing the
lift with and stood there, and not looking too pleased, was Ms D'eath!

If he could have screamed he probably would have 'Shit!' He'd just walked into
a life with ... ... ... 'Oh, Crap!' Gerry looked back at the ... ... Too late,
the doors were almost closed, he was now trapped in the life with the Head of
PAIN, 'Oh Fuck!' Gerry's eyes widen as he took in the sight of Ms D'eath, the
older woman in her leathers, the good looking mature female, the one with that
nasty look now on her face as she glared at the man who had dare come into the
already annoyed woman's morning life. The man who entered into her own little
peaceful, calm world, that one moment she had to herself, just as she prepared
herself, alone, for her days work!

Back down in the entrance area the lift had arrived for Racheal, the doors
opened, as she was about to step in the blond receptionist was still watching,
staring at her brunette 'rival.' But even so the blond had to admit that
Racheal was, kind of nice, kind of sexy in her own way. As for Racheal, just
as she stepped inside she noticed the light on the first lift's panel flick
over to 'not in service'. This was an indication that there was a fault with
the lift, or it had suddenly stopped working for some reason! That made the
brunette grin, she had an idea what might have happened! As she entered the
lift, she turned around and pressed the button for her floor, catching sight
of the blond receptionist, obviously looking her way. OK so she was kind of
cute, kind of pretty with it too, but even so Rachael didn't like being stared
at, too much!

Back in the first lift and in that fleeting second as the doors of the lift
closed and that first jolt as it stared back on his journey the man took in
the full, overpower, sight and look of Ms D'eath. This woman, the Head of
PAIN, was an older, mature woman, 40 something but probably heading towards
the upper part of her 40's. But even so her mature good looks shone through,
and made her maybe that bit more desirable as she worn that older woman look
so well. With her shoulder length fair hair, brown eyes with a few lines
around the side that showed her age, but also enhanced her beauty. As did her
high cheek bones, her bright red lips, and not forgetting her very noticeable
good body.

That good body that was still currently wrapped up in all the bikers leather
and that added a very certain, extra something, to how she looked today. That
body with the long shapely legs, the firm upper body and those steady large
breasts, nestling in her leather jacket. The jacket that still had the zip
partly pulled down and allowed those beauties to push themselves into view.
Gerry didn't know where to look, what to look at, after all this was Ms
D'eath! Did he look at her stunning body in that sexy leather bikers gear, her
obvious well-formed assets, her breasts trying to escape the leather, her very
attractive mature face, with those older woman stunning looks.

Or, and probably his best option, should he have concentrate on the
'expression' now on her face! But when he'd got to fully focusing on that, it
was too late. Ms D'eaths clenched fist went drive out to the side, THUD! BANG!
But her fist wasn't aimed at the man, it had come out to the side and slammed
into the lifts control panel, to be precise the emergency stop button. The
lift gave a sudden jolt, the lights flickered, it went dark, pitch black for
what seemed like an eternally for the man, but in reality, it had been less
than a second.

But still, this had scared the man, the emergency lighting came to life, it
was a dull reddish, greenish tinted light, it gave the small confined space an
eerie look and feel to it. The jolt had made the man drop the files he'd been
carrying that where now scattered over the floor and over Ms D'eath's boots.
Gerry had grabbed onto the rail around the lift when it had jolted, at the
same time he dropped the files he'd been carrying. He looked down at the
papers, scattered across the floor, he caught slight of Ms D'eath placing her
bike helmet down on the floor then straighten herself upwards, so now both her
hands where free!

Gerry swallowed hard and his eyes now slowly moved from the helmet, to the
woman's boots, that took a step, two steps, to move closer to the man. Then up
a pair of female leather covered legs, then up her body, up past her large
breasts and onto Ms D'eath's face, that was now quite close to him, 'OH ...
... ! WHACK!

Down in the entrance area and the blond receptionist had moved from her desk
and into the security room nearby, she'd seen the lifts emergency alarm button
flashing on her desk and knew it had obviously and suddenly stopped. The woman
pushed the security man out the way, leaned across the work desk and towards
the monitors. In one she could see inside the lift Racheal was in, as her lift
carried on up to its destination, in the other monitor the blond could see Ms
D'eath 'trapped' in her lift and there was a man with her! The receptionist
smiled, as from what she could see, there was nothing to worry about here,
nothing at all!

Back in the first lift and Ms D'eath was about to take her early morning
frustration out on the man who had dared to disturb her peace before she
started work. Gerry was holding onto his face with both hands, his nose felt
as if it was broken. As his body shock, he took his hands away from his face
and looked at them, he could see the blood that he knew was there. His nose
was blocked after the stunning hit and he had this taste in the back of his
mouth, defiantly blood! But that wasn't important now what was, was the woman
that was now close to him and looking down at the hurt man. The one she'd just
struck to get some of that tension out of her, but it hadn't worked she still
had this pent-up felling inside of her that she 'needed' to get rid of!

The blow Ms D'eath sent Gerry's way, into his face, had not only hurt, injurie
him but it made the man drop downwards, he crouched in the corner of the lift,
a hurt man. But of course, that didn't matter to the Head of PAIN, as she now
took those couple of slight steps across the small enclosed area towards the
fallen man, ready to, THUD! She raised her leg, but didn't need to get it that
high to make her point, as she slammed her leather clad knee hard Gerry. He
raised his arms over him to try and protect himself, Ms D'eath leant forward
placed one hand on one wall her other hand on the other way and now began
pounding her knee into the man. The man who was now trapped, crouching in the
corner THUD! THUD! THUD!

His flapping arms didn't protect him, she just carried on pounding him. She
slammed him, hammered his body, his head with her knee, she hit him and hit
him some more. Then when Ms D'eath felt slightly better and a bit calmer, she
stopped, then reached down grabbed the man by his hair and pulled him upwards.
Still trapped in that corner Gerry wasn't going anywhere else unless the
leather clad older woman allowed it, and right now she wasn't going to let him
go anywhere! As the woman still had a bit of remaining tension to get rid of,
she defiantly wasn't going to allow him to go anywhere just yet, WHACK! SMACK!
CRACK! THUD!

When she'd pulled him back up onto his, slightly wobbly feet, the older woman
had once more set about the man, her fists went to work, knocking his head
form one side, with one fist, then back to the other side with her other fist.
She followed this up by driving the wind out of him with one blow from her
fist to his gut, then making him exhale, some more, as her knee slammed up
into his groin. The woman carried on with her beating of the man until it was
too much for him and he'd started to slowly side down the walls of the corner.
Each blow, each punch Ms D'eath sent into Gerry made him slide down that wall
that bit further until ... ... !

Until the man reached the bottom and was there sat on the floor, she carried
on hitting him some more, until she looked down at him and then realised that
he was no longer conscious, Dame!' It was now over for Gerry, and for Ms
D'eath, with the man out cold she could, realisticly, no longer use this one
to get rid of all the pent-up tension. But it wasn't all bad new, as the woman
was sure that now she was in the mood, she'd find someone else to carry this
on with!

Ms D'eath stepped over the downed man, reaches down and picks up her bike
helmet, then moves over towards the lifts control panel, she pressed the
button for her floor, the emergency lights went out as the normal ones came
back on and the woman's journey restarted. The lift jolted back into life and
the man's body now began to slowly slip to the side and against the doors, all
M's D'eath was concerned with was checking her nails, 'can't have any damage
to those, that would be unacceptable!'

A few moment later and the lift Ms D'eath was in had stopped, having reached
its destination. The doors opened and Gerry's unconscious body flopped out
into the corridor, across the lift opening and on the floor. Ms D'eath now had
to step on then over the man to get out, but that didn't bother her, it wasn't
the first time she'd had to do that. Outside the lift the woman now turned
down the long corridor and moved off, ready to fully start her day at work.

Back down in the security room and the blond receptionist had watched all that
had happened in the first lift, she'd also watched a bit earlier that Racheal
had reached her floor and got out of lift number two. The receptionist grinned
as she picked up the phone and called down to the maintenance department. She
informed them about the 'mess' in the corridor that was now affecting the lift
and that needed to be 'dealt with.' Then the blond left and returned back to
her desk. It had been an interesting start to the day, and she wondered what
the rest of the day would bring?

On one of the upper floors of the building and Matt was in work early, very
early for him, as he had a very important report to finish off. But he'd done
it, all completed, now all he had to do was get it copied. He'd open the door
of his office and was about to step outside and head off towards the photocopy
room when he stopped. There adjacent to his office was the lift, the doors
where going backwards and forwards as the 'obstruction', Gerry's body was
preventing them from closing properly. The man froze as he took in this sight,
'what the hell had happened?'

Then his eyes moved up and down the corridor and then he saw the sweet
swaying, the firm round, the leather covered arse of Ms D'eath! 'Shit!' Matt
wasn't going to get involved in any of this, not if 'she' was part of it, also
at this time he had another good reason to stay out of that woman's way! The
man almost throws his body back into his office to get out the way and pushed
his office door firmly close. He wasn't going back out there, not now, not
while 'she' was there, he'd wait, he had to 'till she was gone.

In the corridor and it was now Ms D'eath that had stopped, as the sound of an
abrupt door banging caught her attention. She looked behind her, but the
corridor was empty and at this time, this early in the morning, she didn't
expect anyone to be here yet? So, if there was no one in the corridor and as
no one else, had, would dare, have come up in the lift with her that only left
one explanation! 'Someone was already here and after seeing her here in the
corridor, they'd decide to hide from her!' This got Ms D'eath thinking, 'why
would anyone hide for her?' She grinned to herself, knowing the obvious answer
to that question. But as she thought about this she realised who had their
offices in this area and as those names revolved around her head something
else came to mind! 'Arrrh! Yes, who indeed worked here and had a very good
reason to stay out of her way just now!'

In his office Matt nervously moved around the room as he wondered how long he
would have to wait until it was safe to venture out back into the corridor.
But there were also a few problems with that, the document that was on his
desk, the document he needed to get that to the photocopy room, get it
reproduced, bound, get it presentation ready and he didn't have much time
before it needed to be ... ... BANG!

As he paced up and down in his office the door was flung open and there stood
in the doorway was the leather clad Ms D'eath, 'Crap!' There was a moment of
total silence, if a pin had dropped it would have echoed around the room at
that moment. Then the woman broke the silence as she stepped inside the room,
the sound of her clipping heels as she walked up to the man's desk and placed
her motorbike helmet on it. Matt was nervous at this point, very nervous, as
he should be and then "have you finished the report, is it all ready?" Matt
swallowed hard and he nervously coughed and replied "ye ... ... yes is all
done as you asked." Which wasn't a lie, as it was, just, done, but not on the
woman's desk or in presentation form, as it should be! He hoped that she
hadn't seen ... ... 'Oh No!' "What is this then?"

The woman picked up the report that was on the desk next to where she'd put
her helmet down. She held it up, she didn't need her glasses this time, she
could read it quite clear, "is this the report that should already be on my
desk, waiting for me?" Matt felt a cold shiver now slowly crawl up his spine,
" ... ... and there should be 20 presentation copies of this as well, also on
my desk ready for me, are they all on my desk?" Matt didn't reply, he
couldn't, his throat had closed up in a very definite panic. The file that had
been on his desk the one now in Ms D'eath's hand was indeed the report that
was due on her desk, and should be sat there already waiting for her, along
with the 20 presentation copies that he still had to get produced!

Ms D'eath waved the file in her hand, "Well?" Still waiting for him to give an
answer, and now the woman was getting a bit impatient for the man's reply.
Even though she probably knew the answer he would give her. So, now she
decided to help him out, WHACK! Ms D'eath's fist went forward, striking the
man hard, knocking him back so that he fell against his desk. His arms slammed
down on the wooden top as his head spun and throbbed with pain. All the man
had seen was an annoyed looking female face that came close to him and then
something flashed around. Followed by the felling of falling and this
unbearable, overwhelming pain in the side of his face.

Ms D'eath now rolled up that report in her hand, she rolled it tight into a
tube and THUD! The woman drove the report into the side of the man bent over
his desk, she drove that report, that should have been finished and on 'her'
desk, not his, into the man. The blow took the man up off his feet, she'd hit
him hard, took the wind out of him, which made him fall fully down onto his
desk gasping for breath. "I asked you a question, is this my report the one
that should be waiting for me on my desk?" THUD!

She rammed the report back into the side of the man, just to confirm exactly
which report she was referring to. The blow again emptied him of what vita air
he'd just taken in, and right now Ms D'eath was getting frustrated at not
getting a proper answer from the man. The older man grabbed harshly down onto
the man, one hand onto his collar at the back of his neck, her other hand onto
his trouser belt and HUUUHHH! She lifted the man up, up off his feet and now
dragged him along the surface of the desk, his desk, wiping it clean and using
him as the cloth to do this.

As she polished the desk with the man everything on it was scattered and fell
off. Then as Ms D'eath came to the end of the desk, but still using Matt as a
duster she now flung him off at the end and sent him tumbling through the air
and down onto the floor. He landed in a thud and rolled over to the far wall
off the office. Ms D'eath rubbed her hands as if the say 'all done', but now
something else caught the woman's eye. There on the floor alone with
everything else that had been on the man's desk were a number of red
envelopes, that looked a lot like Valentine's cards!

The woman grabbed a handful and looked them over, on the front of each was a
woman's name, then the department and office where she worked. These were
names of women here in this building, women who worked here. She ripped open
one of the envelopes, it was as she thought a Valentine's card and inside was
a lovely little message, inviting the reader to be his ... ... ! No name, he
wasn't that silly, but there was a cryptic clue that might lead the reader to
finding him. But it was all very subtle and would have allowed him to disown
it all, deny it, if he wanted to, had to, all very clever.

Yes, all done very deliberately, and some of these names where those of
married women, or women already in relationships, that kind of thing, this man
was only after one thing and whatever he could get hold of! Ms D'eath didn't
like that, didn't like it at all, and he was going to send all these through
the office system and that stupid Valentine's initiative. She flicked through
the cards, looking at all the names of the women that this man thought he
could lure to him. Then she spotted the name Racheal, followed by, Secretary
to Head of PAIN Department, this was her Racheal, her 'personnel' secretary!

The woman didn't like that, not one bit, Racheal was her own woman, she didn't
belong to Ms D'eath, just worked for her, but still the boss didn't like her
personnel secretary being some man's intended victim. These women weren't an
item, but they did have a very 'close working relationship.' Although both
women had their own lives and loves, Ms D'eath didn't take kindly to having a
man trying to 'pull' her personnel secretary. That very attractive brunette,
Racheal, the woman who did 'so' much for Ms D'eath, and with her! Plus, she
doubted that Racheal would actually like a secret Valentines card, from a man!

Ms D'eath walked over to Matt on the floor, WHACK! Her biker boot went into
the man, she followed this with another, WHACK! and another! The older woman
went about delivering a kick, a pounding boot into the man's body for each of
those cards that he'd intended to distribute around the building. Once he'd
received a good kick for each card that lay around the floor and double for
the one torn up and thrown in the bin, the one with Racheal's name on it. Once
all that had been dished out, Matt was a barely conscious, bubbling wreck on
the floor, so Ms' D'eath left. But still there was time for one last thing,
before she exited Matt's office.

The woman grabbed a piece of paper, quickly drew a heart in the middle of it
and then scribbled the words 'Happy Bloody Valentine's.' Grabbing the piece of
paper and a stapler off the floor she went over to Matt and, THUD! The note
was 'firmly' fixed to the man's chest, who said Ms D'eath didn't send out
Valentine's Cards!

A short while later and Ms D'eath walked through her department area, anyone
who was there kept their heads down or scarpered out the way, just as the
woman liked it when she arrived. She sailed her was through the area and onto
her sectaries offices. Racheal was already in by the time her boss arrived and
had by now gone through the morning mail, set up the coffee maker and was over
by the filing cabinet put some reports away. Ms D'eath went up to the
brunette, grabbed her, pulled her around to face her and kissed Racheal. It
was along, passionate, sexy kiss, not uncommon first thing in the morning when
the boss arrived for work, but this morning there was a little bit extra in
that kiss. It was almost as if something had worked the woman up!

With the good morning kiss over with Ms D'eath headed to her office, she told
her secretary that there was a report she was expecting and to inform that man
Matt that if it wasn't on her desk 10 minute 'ago', then he was fired! That
should make him panic some more. Before she went into her office Rachael said
that there was something waiting her inside her office. Ms D'eath paused just
before going in, that 'something in her office' could be interesting!

The door to her office was opened by the hand of the woman still in her biker
leathers and as she stepped inside a couple of things caught her eye. Sat in
the chair by the window was a very nervous, shy looking boy. But as Ms D'eath
could easily see, he was also a very sweet looking lad. Moving across the room
and lounging quite nicely on the extra-large settee in the office was a quite
attractive looking blond, one of those trophy wives in her mid-twenties with
all the looks, the body and the tits. She also had a look on her face of
someone who needed some fun in her otherwise boring, humdrum life.

"Ahhhmmmm" At the door Racheal brought the moment back to the present, "your
'visitors' today are ... ... " Racheal looked over to the boy "his name is
Andy, Andrew, he's the son of Mr Whitman from Procurements and this ... ... "
indicating to the blond woman "this is Tiffany, she's the wife of Mr Jacobs
from Administration." Ms D'eath grinned 'now wasn't this nice a double treat
for today, and on Valentine's day, what a coincidence!'

Ms D'eath had recently brought in a new staff initiative, where randomly
selected members of staff where 'encourage' to produce something that would be
of interest to their boss. This could be a new product idea, a way of saving
the firm money, an unexplored sales opportunity or something like that.
Anything that would make them still 'employable!' For those with no ideas,
there was always the gift, the treat, the present to soften the woman's
disappoint with their lake of a good idea. And for those who couldn't find the
perfect gift, there was also the 'other' way to make this woman happy,
something or someone who would appeal to her 'desires!' Normally achieved
through the employers cute looking Son!

Being Valentine's day and with no good ideas Mr Whitman, who was todays 'lucky
employee', had talked his lad into coming to work with him. The man had no
business idea to present, no gift idea, so all he could do was to sacrifice
his Son! Hopefully one day Andrew would forgive his Father, but today he was
going to be the offered up as the 'lamb to the slaughter.' Devoured by Ms
D'eath to save his Father from her 'disappointment!' As for Mr Jacobs, it was
not his day today but, his much younger wife, who was also there in the boss's
office, had thrown her Valentines card back into the face of her husband this
morning. 'A card' was that all she was worth? She wanted something much more
and had insisted on him taking her to his place of work today. She'd heard the
rumours about her husband's boss and she was sure she could find some proper
Valentine's day fun here!

After the introductions Rachael left the three of them there in the office and
returned back to her desk. Ms D'eath was pleased, a boy and a blond, today was
starting to look up. Now the boss fully unzipped her jacket as she made her
way over to the settee, form what she could see Mr Whitman had just saved
himself from the boss's disappointment and save his job, young Andy looked
very tasty. As for Mr Jacobs, his wife was a bit of a trashy tart, just what
Ms D'eath could do with now, so his position in the firm was also, for now,
secure too.

The attractive older woman. Ms D'eath, dropped her leather jacket, to reveal
her tight fitting black vest top and then dropped herself down into the
settee. Tiffany quickly moved in close to the mature woman, to cuddle up to
her, the blond could see that everything she'd heard about this Ms D'eath was
so far true and there was a cute lad her too, a double bonus for her. Ms
D'eath looked over to Andy, "over here boy, come and let's make friends and by
the way, I do bite!" Although somewhat nervous the lad still managed a grin,
he was getting over his shyness as he now made his way over to the settee
where the older woman was now kissed the younger one. Whose hands where
groping the boss's large breasts, 'God this is going to be good!'

A short while later and back in Matt's office, Racheal had stuck a post-it
note on the unconscious man's forehead, telling him he was fired unless his
report appeared on Ms D'eath desk 'NOW!' Racheal then left to carry out a few
more tasks around the building, deliver some more 'important' messages from Ms
D'eath around the department, it was a job the secretary quite enjoyed!

Back in Ms D'eaths office and already there where some new 'friendships'
forming. The older woman was already out of some of her clothes and had Andy
on one side of her as he explored her breast with his tongue and on the other
side, Tiffany was sucking on the other breast. The boy and the blond moved
over Ms D'eath's breasts as they pleased her, then, by accident, they came
face to face, mouth to mouth and just carried on with their adoring kissing.
But the older woman wasn't having this, they could kiss each other in their
own time, not when their meant to be pleasing her.

She grabbed each of them by their hair and yanked the kissing pair apart and
so they were looking up at her. Now Ms D'eath leant down and roughly kissed
the blond, then moved over and cruelly snogged the boy, then still gripping
them tightly she returned her two playthings to where they belonged,
pleasuring her breasts.

Elsewhere and Martin who occupied the office next to Matt's, was just sneaking
into work, hoping he'd not been seen arriving late. As he stepped out of the
lift there was the firms first aid rep and two maintenance men moving Matt's
body out of his office and towards the now open lift. Martin shock his head as
the body was carried passed him, he saw the note still stuck to his forehead,
and the piece of paper stabled to his chest, 'Poor Matt.' He guessed it was
something to do with the report he was having problems with for Ms D'eath. But
never to miss an opportunity Martin moved into Matt office to see if he could
find the report. Which he did all rolled up and quite battered, by never mind
the computer was on so he could print off a copy, with a few alterations. Run
it down to the photocopy room and get a number of presentation copies run off,
then he could see if he could impress the boss!

Just then Martin noticed all the red Valentines envelopes scattered around the
room 'that's where they'd gone!' Martin was relived he'd must have left them
here on Matts desk yesterday when he was in here talking to the now
incapacitated man. But now there was still time for Martin to steal Matt's
work, change a few things here and there, like the name on the report. Get it
reproduced and also get the Valentines cards into the internal post system,
toady was looking so good for him!

Racheal was walking pass the open office as a grinning Martin went about
retrieving his cards and then setting about producing his 'own' report for the
boss. She looked in and saw the man Martin, and thought to herself 'Hmmmmm!'

Back in M's D'eath's office and Andy was stood up, he felt his whole body
tingle and shake as there on one side of his boy toy was the older fair haired
woman who was currently running her tongue up and down his tool. While on the
other side was the younger blond who had her tongue lapping around his balls,
'Oh dear God, could it get any better?'

After a few more messages that had been delivered, with a smile on her face,
few enquiries were also made and Racheal finally got back to her office. There
on her desk was a card, placed in the centre of her keyboard so that it
wouldn't be missed, 'interesting?' She tore open the envelope and pulled out
the card, it was a simple card, nothing too over the top, a picture of two
teddy bears cuddling on the front and inside it said 'A truce, meet me tonight
and maybe we can be friends? x'

Racheal picked up her phone, dialled and waited for the person at the other
end to speak, then she butted in "yes, tonight, 8, at my place, I'm sure you
know where that is, don't you." Then put the phone down, grinned and went back
to her normal secretarial duties for Ms D'eath. Downstairs at the reception
desk the blond receptionist put the phone down and also grinned herself, she
knew alright and would be there at 7:30, anything to catch Racheal out. But
for now, she had the list of all late arrivals to finish off and e-mail to ...
... !

A short while later and Ms D'eath's computer pinged to indicate an e-mail had
been received just as she was also reviving everything that young Andy could
give her. On the perfect sized settee the boss was lying on top of Tiffany as
she buried her head into the blond shapely body, while behind her Andy was
pounding the boss as hard as he could, because that's just what she wanted him
to do.

It was sometime much later when Ms D'eath came out of her office and informed
Racheal that she was now going out for lunch. The secretary handed her boss
the AM File, everything of any importance that had happened up to midday.
There were a couple of interesting point in there that Ms D'eath noticed and
also a note about this company 'Valentine's initiative' with a name of who was
responsible for it! Ms D'eath found this most interesting and then she handed
the file back, and headed off.

Racheal went to her boss's office opened the door and looked inside, there on
the settee was a naked Tiffany laying down, her arms wrapped around the young
Andy who was on top of her. The two of them looked quite worn out as they
softly kissed each other quiet tenderly, as they gently recovered from their
ordeal. Racheal smiled as she entered the room, closed the door behind her and
walked over to the settee at the same time unbuttoning her blouse.

Elsewhere and Martin had got everything done, he'd re-written what he could of
the report to make it look like his own work, got it produced, twenty times
into presentation packs and was ready to take it to the boss and pass it off
as his own work. He'd come out with some crap about 'Oh I heard that Matt was
ill, but I've been working on this myself and thought you might be
interested', that sort of thing. But now he quickly just needed to drop of the
Valentines cards off at the front desk and they would be circulated in the
afternoons post run, then everything was done. The Valentines card was an
extra bonus and what a good idea he'd had. It was sure to prove a good way of
pulling some of these good looking women who worked here, all that mushy
valentines stuff was a sure winner for him.

Martin stepped inside the life, his mind fully focused on everything he'd done
so far and how all those women who'd received a card would be looking for him
to say a 'special thank you' What a perfect plan! Just as the doors were about
to shut someone else got in the lift, but Martin was still engrossed in his
own little world as the doors closed and the lift jolted into life and moved.
Ms D'eath looked over to the man she was sharing a lift with, she knew who
this was and as she looked over to the box he was holding with all those
presentation reports and the large number of red enveloped that where resting
on top of those report the woman grinned. But it wasn't a pleasant grin, not
after what she'd read in the AM File and now seeing this man here holding all
of that! And to think he'd thought he could get away with all this!

Ms D'eath's arm flung out towards the control panel and, THUD! BANG!

Suddenly the lift shock, the lights went off, it was completely dark for a
second before the emergency lighting came on. The sudden jolt had made the man
drop what he was holding and now the floor of the lift was covered with
reports and valentine's cards! The man could see it was a mess with all his
stuff covering the floor and the pair of black boots that were also there, and
close to him! Martin suddenly got this horrible feeling as his eyes moved up,
he made out a pair of very shapely legs covered in biker leather trousers,
then an open leather jacket, where he could make out a firm female body in a
tight black top, then a pair of large breasts and up further there was the
harsh looking, yet still very attractive face of ... ... THUD!