The Haas Institute
Story by illustr8r2010
Futa/f, Futa/m, masturbation, cum, huge penis
The Hass Institute
By Blame Picasso
Chapter One
Casual Friday
âHi Grace, my name is Debbie.â The woman said extending her hand.
Hi? Grace thought to herself. My name is Debbie? Is she serious? This is one of the most rich and powerful women in the world!
âH-hello Ms. Haas.â Grace managed to stutter.
The woman chuckled as she shook Graceâs hand. âNo, really, call me Debbie. Or Deb is fine too.â
âYes, maâam.â Grace replied just as awkwardly as her first statement.
âWow, thatâs even worse.â Debbie laughed again as she released Graceâs hand and gently touched her elbow. âCome on in. Welcome to my world.â Debbie said sweeping her other hand toward the beautiful lobby leading into the building.
The four-story high ceiling of the lobby was glass and tall palm trees stretched toward it and the bright Miami sun beyond. The floor was white marble and comfortable looking couches were arranged around a glass coffee table off to the right. Debbie had come down so quickly to greet her Grace hadnât had a chance to sit down. The receptionist who greeted Grace when she walked in sat behind a large oak desk on the left. The receptionist was a stunning young black girl named Celeste who smiled knowingly as her boss led the star struck teenager inside.
Beyond the lobby was a bright hallway painted a sand color with oak trim. The marble floor gave way to a deep green carpet. The wall to the left was glass and looked out over the beautifully landscaped campus dotted with palm trees and colorful flowers surrounded by a sea of bright green grass. On the right were large framed prints of what Grace quickly recognized as Debbie Lee Hassâ story.
A recessed light shined down on the first print of the front page of a New Jersey newspaper called the Asbury Park Press. A large color photo showed Debbie burned, hairless, and bandaged on a stretcher being taken out of a building following a pharmaceutical explosion and fire.
They stopped and Grace examined the photo and byline âOnly Survivor Taken Out Of Venus Pharmaceuticals Explosion.â
âThatâs where it all started.â Debbie said quietly.
Grace turned to look at Debbie. She couldnât believe the woman beside her who had been through so much over the past 24 years could be so beautiful and vibrant looking.
âYouâre so much prettier than I even imagined.â Grace said quietly and immediately regretted it.
Debbie laughed and Grace suddenly felt less awkward. Her laugh was real and unassuming. âThank you very much. I try very hard to keep in shape and I really love what I do, I guess that helps.â Debbie was 45 years old and could easily pass for a woman fifteen years younger. She wore a cream colored suit with a skirt. A bright green blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show a bit of tanned cleavage. Open-toed heels that matc