It’s been two weeks since I last left Alex panting and desperate in my office. She’s eager to please, that slut, but I’m getting tired of the doe-eyed stares across the corridor. Her need for recognition turned me on at first, even if I never let her see it — but as the weeks stretch on and the end of her internship draws closer, I’m finding myself picturing the next tight girl that might bend herself over my desk. Alex w...

This week is making me insane. It’s seven days since my first — and only — encounter with Sam. He’s not uttered a word to me, nor paid any attention to the comments I’ve made during the project meetings I sit in on. The extra hours in the office have been taking their toll on me physically and mentally. My output has been better than ever, but trying to catch Sam’s eye has been taxing. The toxic combination of early morni...

It’s a cold evening in November and I am huddled in a bathroom stall at my office, trying to get the right angle on a photo. I had worn this outfit — a low cut top, and a shorter skirt than I’d usually select — just for him, hoping that this would be the day he finally noticed me. When we passed each other in the corridor, I thought I felt Sam’s eyes dart over me, but all he said was his usual “morning, Alex.” I didn’t ge...