Dr. Victoria Lazlo was alone in the elevator as it approached the ground floor. She wore a tailored, gray dress suit with sensible heels and no ornamentation beyond a pair of slim, designer glasses. Her auburn blonde hair was bound in a bun, secured with a pair of hairpins. Every element of her attire and stance was collected, professional and cold. She was the Facility’s top exophysicist and the administrator of level 20...

It was August of 1981. By the end of the week, Kelly would be packing up and heading back to Milwaukee to tackle her senior year of college. Not many weeks after her arrival she would begin interviewing for her post-graduation job, which she would begin just months later. And then spend decades as part of the working class. Something I had learned about Kelly is that one big way that she deals with anxiety is through her...

Oola was the black woman whose tits Kelly was so fascinated with at her first company orgy. Oola worked in customer support at the far end of the building from Kelly. Once in a great while, Kelly would need to go see her about something in person. One day she had heard Oola was wearing a see-through blouse. Kelly had to see her tits again so she made up some excuse to go see her. She sat in her cubicle talking about whate...

Lily didn't need sex - she was in perfect control of herself - but she was still very lonely.Her husband Bill was an established programmer whose work sometimes took him around the country, and once even outside of it. This time, he was in Vegas showcasing something that Lily didn't understand, but that was hugely important to him, and he was also collaborating with other programmers in the area. He was excited to work wi...

I open my eyes feeling fuzzy and out of sorts. I have just had the strangest dream about a blind date. Moving to stretch, I meet resistance that immediately brings me into sharp focus. Adrenaline dumps into my system. My heart pounds and my breath comes in a ragged gasp as I realize that my hands are bound behind me where I can feel rough rope cutting into my skin. I kick my legs but only succeed in pulling the rope bindi...

THE MORNING AFTERI woke slowly the next morning to the sound of light rain at the window. Because of the cloudy sky I couldn’t really tell what time it was. I turned and saw Sue was gone, and I wondered how late it might be, and then instantly wondered how to tell her what I had done last night. Unlike all the other mornings this week, the ‘no talking’ rule was now officially ended; I knew that she would find out. I wante...