My name is Mark Wood and I work as a Personnel Manager for a large corporation here in Dallas. My job basically is to serve as a liaison between the management and the blue-collar employees that work here. I also have to deal with all the harassment issues, be it sexual harassment, racism, or whatever. Needless to say, I hear a lot of whining, complaining, and outright anger on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes it gets to be...

I move along to the back booth. Fat Tony, as usual. He's slouched back, eyes squeezed shut, mind in a place I never want to visit. "Another round?" A hand pokes up from under the table, two fingers raised. "Whiskey sour, double, his tab?" I get a thumbs up and move along to the bathrooms. Miss Kelly comes out, leading a bug-eyed housewife, hair scrambled and blouse mis-buttoned. "Big brandy for her, club soda for me," Mis...

And so it was settled; I would come to visit Michelle every Friday and spend the weekend with her, leaving to go back to Chicago on Sunday evening. I didn't mind really, I didn't have much of anything going on the weekends in Chicago and it was nice to get away from the city and the hustle and bustle. Besides, with someone like Michelle waiting at the other end, what man would mind a little drive for a weekend of wild, ra...

Friday afternoon I left work around 4:00 pm, even though our office wouldn't close for a couple of hours yet. I was eager to get a head start on my trip and had already packed and locked the house up that morning before leaving for work. So I headed towards Michelle's right from work (being the boss has its benefits!). A side benefit of leaving early was that I was ahead of most of the Friday afternoon rush hour and was a...

Paul and I finished our trip to St. Louis and as soon as I secured a hotel room for us, I kept my promise. It was a three-hour drive to St. Louis from the restaurant and we got there around 5:00 pm. "Hello?" she said when the phone rang that afternoon. "Is this Michelle?" I asked. "Yes it is, who is this?" she asked. "This is Roger, I'm just calling to let you know I made it to St. Louis okay," I said. "Oh, hi, Daddy!" sh...

Did you ever have one of those days where you just knew it was going to be a rotten day the moment your foot hit the floor? Well, I had one of those days here a couple of weeks ago, myself. Fortunately for me, the day started out shit, but it ended up being a pretty good day after all. I was leaving my home on the west side of Chicago that day and headed to St Louis. I was already pissed that I had to make this trip at al...

Melanie Chambers was not having a good day. When she got to work, she found out that the restaurant had hired two new girls. Ordinarily, that would have been good news except that Melanie was counting on some overtime money to help her make her bills.  And as if that wasn't bad enough, Melanie as one of the senior waitresses there at Martha's Restaurant was going to be the one to get these new girls trained and brought up...

It was about 6:00 pm on Saturday when my telephone rang; it was the call I had been expecting. “Sir,” the soft, wavering voice came through the receiver, “I have been very bad and I deserve to be punished.” “Hello Maggie, what have you done? Why do you need to be punished?” I asked, playing along. “Sir, I-I guess I have been flirting with some of the men at the cafe. I didn’t mean to - it just sort of happened. I was only...

I have known Maggie Anderson for several years now and we regularly see each other. We aren’t committed to each other in any way, but we both enjoy each other’s company and see a lot of one another. I understand her and she apparently gets what she needs from me. Maggie has had a troubled past and it has led to some very unusual needs for her. As a child, she had less than ideal parents–her mother was a bitter, cruel, and...

My name is Pamela Martin and I have to tell you a story about how I came to work for Mr. Thomas–Mark–and at the same time I found out my true calling in life.  You see, I wasn't always an executive secretary like I am now, I actually started out as a waitress in a small diner in my home town of Ogallala, Nebraska.  Eighteen at the time and fresh out of high school, I lived alone, having moved out of my mother's house as s...

 was on my way to a meeting at a city about two-hundred kilometres away from my home. I had planned to use the coast road, however, a landslide had closed it. I then had to use an alternative route. It was quite a bit further so I stopped at a truck stop for a cup of coffee.I was checking my emails on my phone when the waitress came up to me and said, “Have you heard about the bad accident up the road?”“No, what happened?...

(In Part 1, Sam was a truck driver that had stopped for the night at a small diner. This is where he met the waitress, Wendy. It was snowing and she was stranded at the diner with a broke-down car. Feeling sorry for her, Sam offered her a warm bed in his truck, and Wendy accepted his offer. To thank him she was going to have sex with him, but instead they shared a most erotic experience of him nursing from her breasts to...

I had been on the road all day and was tired. It was about 10pm at night, and snowing. I had been fighting the snow for hours as it came down in sheets. I came upon on this little diner with plenty of room to park my tractor and trailer. I hadn’t seen anyplace else in hours so I turned into the lot. I could tell it hadn’t been plowed since the snow started. I had to cut a path through the snow just to park. I got settled...