Madison sits at her desk impatiently, waiting for Derek to buzz her to let her know he’s ready. This has been their arrangement for a few months now. She’s his assistant, the one who always wears heels and never wears panties. She always wears a pencil skirt that accentuates her firm ass (and for easy access) and a blouse that shows off her 36D tits (and that’s easy to tear off), keeping her long brown hair down so it’s e...

Chapter 5 The night after that first performance I was high as the proverbial kite. Mum and Dad were mildly amused and just let me chatter on for I don't know how long, all through the TV program they were trying to watch. I told them everything. Almost. The bit I wanted to talk about most, I couldn't. Not to them. How do you tell your parents that you really enjoyed stripping down to a minimal bikini, on stage, in front...

Clare typed her address into Mark's sat-nav as he drove, his smooth Mercedes a quiet oasis for her thoughts. His tough tone and powerful strokes had driven her to a stream of incredible orgasms bent over his desk. She'd disrespected her well-earned formal punishment. Drenched in the afterglow, she'd welcomed his undeserved kindness. Eager to ride the storm of emotions he'd triggered in her, she'd invited him home for dinn...

Incongruous in his open-plan designer appointed penthouse, Mark's morning coffee mug rested on the dark oak dining table, FMI staring at him, blatant royal blue letters on his white china mug. He doubted many employees remembered the full company name. He'd been CEO of Fisher Malate Investments since he was twenty-five, earning tens of millions in salary, bonuses, and stock options. Reinvested by FMI, his massive investme...

Chapter 1 My GCSEs were finally over, and the summer holidays were here. Of course, my first thoughts were to do absolutely nothing. After two years of studying, I deserved a break. Time off. Me-time. Except of course I hadn't exactly studied all the time, or even worked especially hard except the last six to nine months, and even then only really in the last few of those. So I didn't actually deserve anything, but when y...

Jay sat his desk, reviewing some policy revisions sent in from the contracted photo agency when he heard a knock at his open door. Glancing up, he saw Steph carrying an armful of binders, looking busy as she scribbled something on the paper on top of the stack. "Well, here are the project proposals, in need of your approval before execution," she said, laying them neatly at the edge of his desk, pushing them toward him sl...

“Miss Steel, I need you in my office,” Mr. Callahan says, passing my desk on the way to his office. There is nothing unusual about this request, but something in his tone makes me pause. “Now, Miss Steel!” His voice is stern, clipped. “I don’t have all day. And bring the statistics on the Garfield-Jonson merger.” I jump up, collecting my notebook and pen as well as the merger documents. “Of course, Sir. On my way, Sir.” I...

It's been days since my tryst with Mr. Callahan in the filing room and I'm starting to get anxious. Not one word from him about what happened, just business as usual. We have been preparing for a big meeting with the Trelawneys that will be a deal breaker and been rather busy with that, but not one comment, not one heated look, just cold proficiency. What does that mean? Maybe it was only a one-off for him. Perhaps he nee...

"And then he continued eating me out with the gusto of a starving man." I snort at Sarah's choice of words, shaking my head at her brazenness. It's the Monday afternoon coffee break at work and, as usual, Sarah the resident slut, tells everybody, whether they want to hear it or not, about her weekend adventures. "Sarah, can you please be a little more discreet. Some of us just want to drink our coffee, not hear about your...

I take a drink of my coffee as I hurry towards my office building. I'm trying to avoid the rain, but my jacket is soaked. It's supposed to rain for the next few days, and I'm honestly pretty excited. But of course, I forgot my umbrella in my haste to not be late for work. Damien and I had a late night last night... so I slept through my alarm this morning. He's going to be the death of me. I yawn my hello to Jo as I walk...