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The office building certainly looks innocuous enough as you approach it; a modern edifice of concrete, steel and tinted glass situated among so many similar structures in the heart of an anonymous business district. You have seen such buildings in many cities; home to a thousand different facets of those essential, though mostly boring, industries which provide the underpinning of modern society. But as you draw nearer, you are able to read the small brass plaque beside smoked glass entrance doors and you feel a sudden surge of excitement.
This is the place for which you had been searching for so long!
The words themselves give no obvious cause for anticipation. The inscription blandly reads ‘Stormbringer Enterprises – Media and Design’. Not the sort of thing to make the blood race through your veins. But there are all those hints you followed to find this place; the whispered words spoken in quiet corners of bars and the more direct clues sifted from amongst endless reams of fanciful drivel in internet chat rooms. If your belief is right, there is more than meets the eye behind this innocent frontage; much more!
Squaring your shoulders you push the door open and step inside. The foyer is very much what one would expect to find in such a building, vaguely reminiscent of a mid-priced hotel and about as inspiring. But if the setting is ordinary, you hardly notice because your eyes are immediately drawn to the reception desk; or more accurately, to the person sitting behind it. An automatic point of focus for your gaze is found somewhere about midway between a head topped with shockingly pink hair and the surface of the desk. Sort of round about where a cleavage to rival the Grand Canyon separates two of the most outstanding tits you have ever had the pleasure to...
“Hello! I’m up here!”
It takes an effort to scale those peaks, encased in their skimpy covering, and make the journey to the area from which that mildly exasperated voice emanates. Your eyes keep getting drawn back to their magnetic perfection. But with a determined endeavor you manage to reach startlingly green eyes and an expression that is trying without much success to look both annoyed and businesslike at the same time.
“Hello! I’m Candice, the receptionist and tour guide for Mr. Stormbringer. Can I help you?”
“Well, I heard that you... That I can...“ Flustered by the mammary distractions you try to remember what you came here for.
“Certainly not! I’m a good girl; well most of the time anyway! Who’s been spreading stories about me?”
That confuses you even more. But with an effort you collect your thoughts and explain that you want to look around. Candice brightens up immediately and rises from behind the desk to reveal long slender legs topped by a skirt that looks several sizes too short for decency. “You wish to visit our artists’ studios?” she asks in a much friendlier tone.
“Well actually I came to check out the writers,” you reply. “Though now I’ve seen you...”
“Oh don’t be silly! I don’t finish my important work here for hours yet. And besides, you’ll want to meet Reo. She’s the one who guides everyone around the literary section. Just come along with me. You’ll like her; she never wears any clothes.”
That sounds even more promising, so you follow the gently bouncing breasts and swaying hips of the receptionist into the elevator. After smacking your wandering hands away a couple of times without too much conviction, the elevator opens again and Candice leads you out onto a corridor containing nothing except a few anonymous closed doors on either side. Selecting one, she throws it open and you could swear the warm scent of a summer meadow gusts out into the passageway.
“Just go through there. I’m sure you’ll find her easily enough. And if you need anything else later I’m here to handle your problems.” With a parting drool over that outstanding collection of peaks and valleys, and some ideas about doing your own handling, you enter the domain of Libris Erotica.