Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles by Anita Dobs Page A

if I did have any kind of relationship with him -
which I wouldn't - I'd probably be the one female able to change
him, in fact. I had no interest in his billionaire lifestyle, or
his well-endowed manhood that was reported in the news on a daily
basis by his personal friend, commissioner Gordon Blimey.
    Quickly picking my papers up, I rushed to the
bus station to catch the number 666 bus up to the Grey
Confectionery Group office headquarters; the number of the bus was
ominous in and of itself, as six was my unlucky number, and three
of them together must be even worse. Walking through the large
doors of the company, I was struck at the size and grandeur of the
place. In the foyer was a huge phallic candy cane - without the
hook part - and a fountain spurting water out the top of it. I'd
never imagined candy was so popular as to warrant all the trappings
of success that surrounded me, and felt some trepidation as I took
the elevator to the sixteenth floor that the guard told me was
where I could meet Grey.
    Winding my way through office cubicles with
Grey office workers up to their daily routine, I tried to locate
his office. I was already late and a little flustered and sweaty; I
was glad I'd worn my low cut top that day, as it was like a natural
air-conditioning system, all be it one that was more attractive to
men. I hoped Grey wouldn't stare at my tits throughout our meeting,
as that definitely wasn't what I wanted. I was a serious writer,
and to have a man I'd not already decided I was attracted to admire
my cleavage, really disgusted me. I often wondered when someone
would get round to inventing high-tech 'only see-through when the
man you're wearing your low cut top for is around' clothing. It
would really save a lot of trouble. Perhaps it could also have a
'not attracted to, but need to influence' sub-setting. I was always
coming up with world changing technological innovations like that,
and sometimes wondered if I should have gone to M.I.T instead of
New York community college. I'd decided against it when reading
once that Will Smith had given up the chance to go to M.I.T to
instead 'get jiggy with it' and become a famous rap star, and then
T.V celebrity on the hit show 'The Fresh Prince of Bell-End'.
    I finally found Grey's office when rounding a
corner and saw his stern looking secretary sitting at the reception
desk, looking at me over her glasses, quite obviously jealous at
the sight of the impressive breasts I was unconsciously displaying
by arching my back, as the male office workers walked by.
    “Can I help you miss?” She said, trying to
act officious but quite obviously being a total bitch.
    “I'm here to see Mr. Grey.” I told her in
such a way that she'd know she didn't phase me, “My name's Elle
James, and I'm an erotica author.”
    “Oh... another.” She sighed, and then looked
through her diary,” You must be the replacement I guess.”
    “I'm only here as a favor to a friend.” I
told her honestly, “I have no romantic interest whatsoever in
handsome billionaire BDSM experts, this is all purely research for
me.”
    “Yes, it always is my dear.” She replied,
somewhat cryptically I thought. “I'll tell him you're here.”
    The secretary went off into Grey's office and
I heard a few murmurs through the closed door. I looked down to
make sure my breasts were even, there was nothing worse when you
met a man for the first time and then realized afterward that your
cleavage line was lop-sided. 'Mortal-Mammary-Mortification' I
called it; and regardless of what position a man held in society, I
always made sure they were presentable, although if he had been a
urinal janitor I might not have bothered.
    The secretary came out again,
    “He'll see you now.”
    Mr Grey had quite obviously given her a stern
talking to for being so rude to me, and I held my nose up high when
I walked past her. In the office, I saw Grey contemplating the
skyline out of the large windows. He was obviously a deep