As I made my way to the small office building where I worked, anxiety descended on me like an attacker. Why was I doing something so stupid? And how could Mason be so sure I wouldn't lose my job? Glancing over my shoulder, I saw my boyfriend sitting behind the wheel of his car. His smile was easy as he waved me forward. During the drive, I'd warned him that he and I would be living together if my boss decided to fire me t...

Gabby (19 y/o) stepped out of the sticky, late-summer heat and into the air-conditioned chill of her new workplace. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was in the wrong place, or the longing for her old job. Her mind still lingering on the fluorescent aisles and the burly figure that ruled over them. Her heart raced, her plump breasts bouncing with every step, as her short frame made her way through the throngs of sho...

Julian and I met in his office at a little after six that morning. Despite my nervousness, I had to stifle a yawn, for I'd slept poorly the night before. And Julian looked even worse; I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes. Though I was ten years his senior, he was many rungs above me on the corporate ladder. So while he got the executive office, I got the title of his assistant. Sometimes the power im...

Day 5, Friday: I stretched out and felt so relaxed that I was almost purring. It was early, and there was still a good hour before my alarm was due to go off, but I had gone to bed so early last night that I was well and truly ready to start the day. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, where I looked myself over while I waited for the shower to warm up. I could see my pussy was still puffy and glistening. I lov...

"Ah, Marian. I'd like you to meet my daughter. This is Karen. She's going to be practicing her executive skills with the company for an indefinite period." Jeremy Bates had dropped by the office of Mrs. Wintergreen on a slow afternoon, with a beautiful strawberry blonde on his arm. The twenty-something-year-old had her luscious hair flowing down the back of her shoulder less dress, which was far too short for the older wo...

London. Summer, 2023. The wall clock read 4.45. Marian smiled to herself as she sat up in her plush chair. The sun had dipped in the sky and the light in her executive office became muted. Shadows played out on the walls as the dwindling rays found the gaps in the Venetian blinds over the one large window. There was not much else she liked more than the close of play at the office. It would be an hour-long ride on the tra...