<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Client on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/client/</link><description>Recent content in Client on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/client/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Gina</title><link>/stories/2018/04/30/gina/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/30/gina/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1 - Gina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bondage was not something in her playbook. Nor was it anything she had every even toyed with. She had never given it a second thought but now, though not under the best of circumstances, she was learning about it firsthand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Gina Dominelli, a gorgeous green-eyed raven-haired beauty of Italian descent was about to hit the jackpot. Now nearly 32 years old, she realized that all her hard work was about to pay off big time. She worked at her job as tirelessly and aggressively as she did on her own body. Countless hours at the gym had paid off with a magnificent body. Her five foot, five inch frame was complimented by just beyond shoulder length wavy black hair and a 36-23-25 figure. She had what many would call a perfect body with beautifully shaped legs, just the right amount of muscle tone and facial features you would see on a magazine cover. Besides the hypnotic eyes, flawless complexion and perfect lips that begged to be kissed, she also had those oh so sexy arched eyebrows that are so seductive to men.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Informer 2</title><link>/stories/2018/03/05/the-informer-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/03/05/the-informer-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="informer.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Informer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Informer Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The scene was a large, populous city in the Middle East. It was situated between a high mountainous plateau and a rocky, meandering coastline.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A hundred and thirty years ago it had been a collection of mud huts around a small oasis on a little used caravan route. But progress and advancement had come since then. Oil, and later minerals had been discovered and exploited. Water resources in the massif behind the village had been developed into carefully controlled agriculture and lastly, and perhaps most profitably of all, it had become a centre of international finance. Tens of thousands now lived here and if the original hut dwellers could see it today they would have recognised nothing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 12</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-12/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-12/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been a very unsatisfying night for myself. Jerry had me set up for an all-nighter at a hotel that I would never have stayed at on my own. I had presented myself at the room I&amp;rsquo;d been given. When I knocked at the door, all I heard was, &amp;ldquo;Come in.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 14</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-14/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-14/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies13.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In reviewing previous narratives I note that I may have engendered some confusion. At times I have referred to the main subject, Janet, in the third person while I often times use the first person describing her activities as my own. Using the VR helmet results in such a full immersion in the recorded experiences that the user feels every bit of information passing through the mind of the recorded subject. All the perceived sensory information is recorded and faithfully presented to the VR user such that it becomes one’s own memory. In as much as some of the experiences would lose some of their flair if they were all forced to be related as another’s memory, I will not endeavor to correct the narrations and will continue to relate them as convenient. My apologies to those readers who feel it should be otherwise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ensign's Fantasies 15</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-15/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/an-ensigns-fantasies-15/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ensigns_fantasies14.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ensign&amp;rsquo;s Fantasies 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally Joe called. He had already called to talk twice this week but now it was to give me the time the plane would be at the airport. I was ready. I had been on a shopping frenzy to update my wardrobe for two weeks at a resort with Joe. The plane would be in in two hours. I had packed my bags the night before. I couldn’t stand to wait in my apartment any longer. I called for a ride and hustled my bags down to the street. My name was enough to allow me past security at the general aviation gate. An hour and a half early I waited forever where I was told the plane would come in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>