Compared with all the action in the examining rooms yesterday, MPSIMS seems to be in a coma today.
Bratman, Eve, Shayna, Chrisbar, etc… Liven this place up, will ya? The boss is starting to object to my snoring.
SouthernStyle
Sorry Style.
The boss man actually threw some work at me today.
Now I have to actually earn my day’s pay instead of play in the exam rooms. 
Chrisbar
Southern,
What kind of livening up are you looking for? Or are you open to new ideas? (not that I may have any…but I’ll try)
struuter
Doesn’t he realize that it’s Friday? Casual Day? You’re an OPS employee and not legally required to actually do any work?
What’s his phone number? I’ll set him straight.
Me: “Excuse me. Bossman? Do you have a wonderful and highly cherished employee named ‘chrisbar’ working for you?”
Boss: “Umm… something like that.”
Me: “She’s informed me that you’ve demanded that she actually perform some work today?”
Boss: “That’s right. What business is it of yours?”
Me: “Well I represent the overworked and underpaid OPS sector and according to our former governor there are 41.7 permanent lardbricks for every OPS worker. Would it be possible for one of those 41.7 individuals to help?”
Boss: “Are you kidding? This is Friday. Casual Friday. That means that they have a casual attitude towards working so I have to assign it to an OPS person.”
Me: “Well, Ok. Thanks anyway. Have a good afternoon.”
Boss: “I will. Me and the 41.7 lardbricks are taking the afternoon off.”
Sorry chris, I tried…
SouthernStyle
Thanks for trying, Style.
It wouldn’t be to bad except the work I’m doing is just busy work. I have to compile a list of people who’s passwords will change when our new database goes online next year. How’s that for useless? The software for the new database hasn’t even been written yet. :rolleyes:
Ho, hum. (yawn)
I’d better get back to it. Bossman wants it by the end of the day.
Chrisbar
Sorry, the boss is actually making me do work today too. Not that this means anything to anyone, but I have to download files of EVERY ACTIVE PORT IN THE NETWORK!!!
We’re talking over 150 ports. I’ll probably be busy this reast of the day.
The part that really cheeses me off is that this is all BS, there’s too much info being downloaded and all pertinent info will be lost in the mountain of data I’ll be sending their way, which they will then be morw than likely to send back to me and ask me to tell them the important stuff from the filler.
Morons.
Um, I just made a joke I’m pretty proud of in the “Thomas Kincade” thread in the Pit . . .
Other than that, I’m pretty out-of-it today, too. Wanna go home and have Chinese food and crawl into bed with a good book.
I’m a good book. 
SouthernStyle
Southern–
You are shameless. But that’s why I keep coming back here.
Anybody give good back rubs? I’ve got this knot right between my shoulder blades…
What a coincidence that you should ask. I happen to give outstanding hand.
My technique is patented. I start with the front, and rub and rub and rub until you’re back is no longer a problem.
SouthernStyle
I happen to have some of that baby oil left over from the newbie boobie thread. If you really don’t mind…?
“And then we’ll play The Abduction and Cruel Rape of Lucretia…and I’ll be Lucretia.”
(Anybody seen The Producers?)
Not at all. Give me any command you want and you’ll find that I don’t mind. At all.
Oh, sometimes I’ll do as I’m told – but it’s usually just a coincidence.
OW! Yes dear! I was told that I have to rescind that last comment.
Would you prefer the oil warmed, room temp, or cool?
SouthernStyle
SouthernStyle -
and you blamed the disintegration of the Newbie Check in on me! Look at yourself, you little hussy! Anytime someone with tits talks to you, you’re breaking out the oils and getting frisky. Some people just have no control.
Instructor hat: ON
Chocolate syrup is what you guys need, and little imagination.
Let’s start with honey dribbled on your pert breasts, strumpet. Now, SS lick it off.
No! Not so fast! You’re not feeding yourself, it’s supposed to be sensual!
Now, let’s see… Ah, yes… just a touch of cinnamon oil. Yup, goes right on her thighs. That’s it. Now massage it in – not too high up, SS. Now blow gently across it – How’s he doin’, struuter?
OK, now turn over.
SS, this is an ostrich feather. Trail it lightly from her butt crack all the way up to her shoulder blades. There, see how much she enjoys that?
I’ll now leave you two to your own devices. No need to thank me.
Instructor hat: OFF
Switch.
Repeat as necessary.
Bratman –
Buddy. Pal. Compatriot!
I didn’t even notice she had tits. Honest I didn’t. It’s true.
We were in the examining room with the lights off. It’s pitch black in there.
I’d taken the jar of honey and starting just below her chin had poured a thin line of honey down between the tits that I didn’t notice, to her belly button (which I filled with honey, btw) and stopped just before getting to the curlies.
Then I took a single strawberry and floated it in the pool of honey in her navel. (If I’d used oranges it would be called a “navel orange” but that’s a different story.)
Next came the chocolate. I selected two modest size pieces and placed them on the nipples of the tits that I didn’t notice. Her warm body softened the chocolate until it was first form fitting to her nipples, and then began slowly melting and oozing down her breasts. (Which I still haven’t noticed.
I was just reaching for the ice cream (Breyer’s of course) when Scottie started giving orders. The image of the ostrich feather trailing out of her butt has me somewhat amused, but as I was working on her front his comments were somewhat premature.
She was a work of art. Really she was. I’ve got some polaroids around here somewhere…
And you call me a hussy.
sticks head in
Well, I’m bored myself. Of course, this is a normal occurrence around here. Anyone care to entertain me?
<if I act like I like it, I’ll be branded the board-whore. If I don’t…they might STOP! What’s a girl to do?>
Chief…you called me a strumpet. I’m blushing.
Southern…I can safely say I’ve never had a back rub involving chocolate sauce or feathers. What a good and kind gentleman you are to see to my upper lumbar health…
I’d do anything for you, my sensuous filly.
… er … uh … what did you way your name was m’am? I need it for your records… Uh huh. And your phone number. Yes – it’s required. We need it for the files. Yes… That’s right. In case we need to contact your next of kin.
Oh, I’ve never lost a patient. But between the Hershey’s syrup, honey, and whipped cream it’s sometimes difficult to get a signature that the insurance companies will accept. And of course the rules sometimes forbid us from releasing the bindings on your wrists.
But it’s OK. I love my work. I’d “treat” you pro bono if necessary.
I’ve thought about it and it’s almost worth the hassle to change my username to ‘strumpet’ just for you. Maybe instead I could use it in my sig? Do I have your permission? Oh, and don’t mind the chocolate sauce…did you want your feather back?