Ms. Magee on her knees
Ms. Magee
by Marie LeClare
Harrods Department store, probably the most prestigious store in England, if not the world, was hiring, so I had heard, but I was not there for a job.
I was having problems with them accepting my American credit card so I was looking for customer service on the third floor.
Jobs had become very difficult to get and I had heard that it was not rare for female employers to take advantage of interviewees.
I happened to pass by this office, with the door not completely closed, where an interview was taking place with a girl that couldn’t be a day over 16. The interview was going well, and the young girl was desperate for the job and all seemed fine until Ms. Magee smiled and said, “you seem an ideal candidate. Are you aware that sometimes employers decide between candidates on the basis of their willingness to cooperate in, what shall we say, perks”.
With that my ears perked up.
“Yes” she replied.
Pirate Bay, YIFY and thou movie night at casa docweasel
Delivery Man (2013) Meh. Vince Vaughan in a dramedy. Didn’t buy the whole premise of his parenting 600 kids through sperm donation (I don’t think they’ll even take that many, for one thing) but how could you care about them individually? It’s just too big a bite to chew, like when 1 million people die in India, you can’t care because it’s too many people. If he fathered 12, ok. Above 100 no. Anyway, fair movie, not really funny but Vince is fun to watch so I give it a Score:2.
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A Flight for Mother’s Milk
A Flight for Mother’s Milk
by Marie LeClare
My name is Marie. At present, I’m 40 minutes out of Atlanta on one of our big Southwest jumbo jets. It’s been a long flight from Dallas and I’ll be glad to get off this flight and my feet. I won’t go into my life history or why I’m going to Atlanta. Suffice to say I’m an attractive 23 year old who’s working for Southwest Airlines.
I’m also a lesbian flight attendant. I’ve been with a few woman in my life, and I’ve been very selective. My seat is the last row in the back of the plane doing my paperwork. Setting next to me is a brand new mother.Earlier in the flight her husband, who is sitting way up front, brought their 1-month-old baby back so its mother could breast-feed her. That was enjoyable.
You probably think I’m crass but I could look at a full, well rounded tit like that all day. Naturally, when the feeding was done, she pushed that beautiful, swollen breast back into her blouse. She slept most of the way so we didn’t talk much after I had brought her a pillow. She was a beautiful, young mother and it appeared, to me at least, her shape had returned to her.
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Disciplining Step-Daughter
Marie LeClare :: Daughter and Me
Daughter and Me
by Marie LeClare
One evening, Sharon and I had been out dancing at a lesbian nightclub. Angela, my 16 year old daughter, had gone out with friends and was supposed to have been home at 11. When Sharon and I got home at 11:30, Angela still had not come home. Sharon came in and we made some coffee and were sitting on the sofa kissing when Angela finally came home about midnight. Well, I was furious at her for being out so late and to make matters worse, her make-up was all smeared and her clothes were rumpled.
I immediately began questioning her about where she had been and who she was with but she was evasive with me. I was standing before her asking her questions and she just stood there with her head down. “Who were you with,” I asked.
“Just friends,” she replied.
“Who” I demanded but she wouldn’t answer. “Answer me”, I commanded but she just looked at the floor.
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City Lives and Loves
City Lives and Loves
by Marie LeClare
As I walked into the all night restaurant, I was dead on my feet. I had just finished my shift at one of the upscale nightclubs, where we had really been busy even for a Saturday night and I needed some hot black coffee, and quick.
Looking around the restaurant, having my coffee and enjoying a peaceful cigarette, as I waited for my order, I saw all the other waitresses and club owners from the neighborhood, trying to unwind before going home.
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