Stanley 12


 STANLEY – 12

Rated M for mature content.

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They had been lying one the bed for a few hours, Stephanie on her back and Michel beside her, his head nestled between her round and perky breasts, when the young woman woke up. The first two things that struck her was the warmth of the sun on her face and the sticky sensation mixed with the tingly feeling of Michel’s body hair on her own skin. What a mess they had made the previous night… Now, the only question that was present in her mind was this : had it been worth it?

She heard her partner of the night snore and moan lightly as she rubbed her eyes to accustom herself to the brightness of the room. As she moved her arm she felt an echo of the waves of pleasure that had coursed through her body and mind the previous night and felt her insides tingle with delight. Well, at least there’s no denying it, she thought. It had been awesome, the young woman couldn’t remember the last time she had experienced anything so grand and literally breathtaking in her life. She had been unable to think straight for the long hours their body had endlessly intertwined with passion.

Michel Durant. He may be a bit macho, quite strange and sometimes stupid but he also was at least as good in bed as he was mysteriously charming, if not way more. She decided that she may come to regret the decision to have had sex with him in the future, but never the sex itself, it was a feeling she would yearn to feel again for her whole life she was sure of it. Slowly the young woman pushed his face of her chest, swatting away the thin line of drool that ran around her almost perfect forms and wiped her humid hand on the sheets. She got out of bed and looked around, discovering the man’s apartment for the first time as she hadn’t paid much attention the previous evening.

It was spacious, white and furnished in modern Ikean furniture. Though it could’ve been made even more agreeable and lively with a few more books or objects to liven the scene a bit and less abstract paintings and trophies, it was cozy and felt like its proprietor. She walked to the kitchen, two rooms further, and made herself a cup of black coffee with just a little bit of sugar. Stephanie leaned against the counter, sipping her hot beverage silently as she let her thoughts run around. She was still half-naked, only wearing a white shirt that she had found near her source of pleasure’s wardrobe in his room without anything under.

Her mind went back to the day of the robbery, she could picture the seen as clearly as if it was happening to her again, the fear, the shame, the humiliation he had made her go through. That bastard! She thought as Michel snored a bit louder in his sleep. She looked up and saw him turning around in his bed across the hallway, still sleeping deeply, and a thought popped in her mind. Perhaps he could be of some use after all, she thought with a smile, well other than what I’ve already used him for at least…

To be continued…

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Stanley – 6


 STANLEY – 6

Rated M for mature content.

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“So, miss Delore, you’re telling me that The Duck and his men then forced you to play their little game, which is how the bank’s director found himself in this uh… strange position before he was shot in cold blood by one of The Duck’s men, is that it?” Asked inspector Richards as he showed the photos of the crime scene to the young brunette woman.

Stephanie took a quick look at the bloody scene the pictures displayed under her eyes, memories of the incident flooded her mind and she had to suppress a sob as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. She had been crying for the most part of the night and hadn’t had much sleep so coming to the police station that day wasn’t easy on her.

“Y- yes officer.” She replied as her eyes got humid. “They made us do everything they told us and threatened to shoot us if we didn’t obey… They shot Mr. Scramberge anyways…” This time she couldn’t repress the lone tear than rand down her cheek. The officer that had been interrogating her nodded silently.

“Okay. Well your boss still has fair chances to pull through, don’t worry about him. His condition is relatively stable for the moment. Now, we might have further questions for you as the investigation progresses but for now you are free to go miss Delore.” He then added before slowly getting up and moving towards the door.

As he turned around the man didn’t see the fleeting expression of mixed surprised and fear that passed on Stephanie’s face when he announced the surprising survival of Mr. Scramberge. But when he turned back towards her she displayed a weak smile as she passed through the doorstep of the interrogation room.

“I’m sorry for the trouble miss, if you need anything officer Jones will take care of you. I wish you a good day.” The older man with greying hair and an equally greying thick mustache said as he saluted her.

“Thank you officer.” She replied before she started to walk towards the exit as a young officer tagged along with her to see if she needed anything.

When she finally got out a few minutes later, a warm cup of coffee in her hands, she sighed heavily. Everything had happened so suddenly, she had to admit she had been scared out of her wits… She finished her hot beverage before putting on her coat and as she threw the plastic cup in the trashcan her eyes turned darker. That idiot director, not even able to die when he got shot, what an annoyance… Oh well, I’ll just have to go talk to him if ever he wakes up, we should be able to understand one another…

No, the one she wanted wasn’t him, he was just a terrified-old-man of a pawn in all this, what she wanted was the one that had caused all this. She wanted The Duck’s head and whatever the cost, she would have it! She would be avenged from the terrible shame he had brought on her and never would she ever forgive him!

To be continued…

Stanley – 3


 STANLEY – 3

Rated M for mature content.

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The young woman stopped what she was doing and put down the documents she was holding on the desk before slowly walking towards the door of the office, then she heard a gun shot and a couple more screams before everything became silent. Stephanie froze, her hand almost on the doorknob, and hesitated for a second. She didn’t know whether it was a good idea to open the door and check what was beyond it, what if it was dangerous? What if it was really a robbery?

But the young woman was a hard worker, a great employee one dare even say, at heart and she couldn’t very well just let anything happen to Scramberge and sons, to her bank, without trying to do something about it! Very slowly, even slower than how she had been progressing with her boring task a few seconds earlier, she turned the knob and, without a sound, she pulled back the door just enough to see through it. Damn it! She cursed in her mind. Why don’t doors have keyholes on both sides when you need them?!

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw two men with heavy guns rounding up the clients in the center of the hall. It was, as her worst prediction became reality, indeed a robbery. She slowly and silently closed the door, hoping that none of the robbers had seen her, and stepped back, trying to calm herself, as she tried to think about what she should do. Raise the alarm? No, Elise should have already pressed the button as soon as the robbers had come in. Try to do something? And to get killed in the process? No thanks! Perhaps hide and wait? Yeah, good idea. But what about the other hostages? Damn it conscience of mine, now is not the time for you to wake up!

But even as she though that she knew she had to do something, not only for the others but also for herself, if she didn’t she knew she would regret it for the rest of her live, however long that would be. She pressed her back to the cold wall and closed her eyes, trying to focus. It was hard, her thoughts were getting jumbled by the exclamations coming from the other side of the door, but after a few seconds an idea popped in her head. The cops might have been warned but the don’t really know what’s going on in here, and I can help with that!

Stephanie started to look for her phone, frantically searching every pocket she had and every place in the room where she could have put it. She found it after a few seconds of cursing and silent praying before immediately going to hide under the large wooden desk. If the robbers came in here they wouldn’t notice her immediately she though as she dialled the number, it had the time to ring twice before she heard the office door open with a click. Shit!

To be continued…

Stanley – 1


STANLEY – 1

Rated M for mature content to come.


 

This story starts on a very normal day, in the very normal bank that is Scramberge and sons. This story is the story of Stephanie. Stephanie is an attractive young woman of slightly above average height with neither too long nor too short dark brown hair that falls in gentle curls. She has startling green eyes, partly hidden behind a thin pair of glasses, with small brown spots spread here and there on her irises, she also has a thin nose and naturally red lips. Thanks to those genetic traits inherited from her parents she is considered by many a man as a natural beauty. Stephanie is an employee at Scramberge and sons. She is the secretary of the bank manager, Mr. Scramberge, which is not surprising as the bank is called Scramberge and sons, and she is in charge of sorting out his papers, taking care of scheduling his meetings and basically paid to tend to any of his needs.

Mr. Scramberge is a man, fact that can be deduced by the “Mr” honorific preceding his name (though it is preferable to mention it), of medium size, almost short. He has a thin and graying layer of hair. He always has a stiff posture and is considered a little unsociable by many of his employees and clients. He is a man of very few emotions and very little compassion for others, he is, in fact, as strict as he seems and often moody, though the people who infer this fact do not stay around long enough to confirm it. However he is indeed a good manager, one of the most successful bank managers in the city, which is why Scramberge and sons is one of the most, the second most actually, successful bank in the city.

Now, Stephanie, his secretary and our main character, is not overly qualified for her job, nor is she underqualified for it. She had a sufficient education to claim this post, though her looks are one of the three main reasons she had been hired. Anyone could have found the substantial other two without much trouble if you asked them, but that is not the subject of our story right now. However she is not only beautiful by many standards but she is also an intelligent woman and she knows and takes advantage of all these facts which, added to her hard work, allows her to make the most of all the opportunities that come her way.

To be continued…