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Stockings and Power: Poppy Taunting's trail of Dominance
Chapter 1: Physical examination
Poppy's formidable arms rested confidently on the armrests, her hands gripping the edges firmly, behind her polished mahogany desk. In front of her, neatly arranged résumés were laid out diligently by her loyal secretary, William. Just one or two years past his prime, handsome days, he had been at Poppy's side for years. Each résumé represented a candidate eager to be her new personal assistant.
"We've had enough. Out with you now," Poppy ordered, her voice firm and commanding, dismissing the short man with an expensive hairdo. Despite his impressive resume, he lacked something... As the door swung shut behind him, Poppy's attention was immediately captured by the tall figure that entered next—Thomas. He possessed a youthful charm, yet seemed rough around the edges, like a diamond in need of polishing. A subtle smile curled Poppy's lips as she motioned for him to enter and take a seat directly in front of her.
William interjected before Thomas could settle in. "Ms Taunting, perhaps we should inquire about Thomas' qualifications, his experience—" he started, but Poppy waved a dismissive hand, cutting him off mid-sentence. Her eyes remained fixed on Thomas as she let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Impressive," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "You take care of yourself, Thomas."
Thomas blinked in surprise. "I make it a point to stay in shape, Madam," he replied.
Poppy's smile deepened. It was the response she had hoped for, confirming her initial impression. She had found what she was looking for. Sensing his diminishing importance in the room, William cleared his throat, attempting to regain Poppy's attention. "But Ms Taunting, we should also consider—" he began, only to be swiftly interrupted by Poppy's raised hand.
"Thank you, William. That will be all," she stated firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. Rising from her armchair, Poppy began to stride purposefully toward the still-seated Thomas. Her navy suit dress clung to her imposing frame, the fabric straining against her bulging muscles hidden beneath the facade of sophistication. Her gray hair flowed freely, a testament to her untamed power. William let out a wistful sigh at the sight of her, admiring the woman he served, but he exited the room nonetheless, stopping being the third wheel.
As William departed, Poppy leaned against the back of Thomas's chair, her voice booming low "Congratulations, you have progressed to the next level of the interview—the physical examination. If only you could remove your shirt," she said, her fingers already reaching out to assist him in removing the garment.
