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...

As the sun began to set, Karen and Liam found themselves alone in the office. It was rare for them to be alone together and even rarer for them to have the entire office to themselves. They were both aware of the tension that had been building between them throughout the day and decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Karen glanced over at Liam's desk and saw that he was already hard at work. She couldn't resist sne...

The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as Katie poured the last of the coffee into her travel mug. Mark leaned against the counter, freshly showered and dressed for the day. His sandy blonde hair was still damp, and his shirt clung neatly to his shoulders. He smiled at her, that warm, familiar expression that always made her feel grounded. "Are you sure you’ve packed everything?" he asked, glancing at th...

This time, her phone vibrated. And vibrated again. "He's ringing me now," she gasped. "What do I do?" "It's easy,” I said. "You'd normally talk to him, so talk to him!" I grabbed her phone and looked at the screen. A photo of them both was on the screen, with 'Incoming Call' plastered across the photo. I took my phone from my hooded shirt I had worn over and flicked it to camera mode, then selected 'video' and pressed sta...

Her name was Sophie, and she’d worked in the restaurant for as long as Bertie had been around. She’d worked as a table greeter and a waitress, and had even put in shifts cleaning dishes when the job had demanded it, working her way up the chain of command for the last ten years. Now, at twenty-seven, she was a fixture of the dining room, with her own regulars and even some smitten customers. Sometimes he wondered, in a di...

"What is your deal, anyway?" Those were the first words that Brad said to me when I met him. I suppose it was because he made a living out of being able to read people but he hadn't been able to. I had known him for almost four months at that time but our "relationship," if that was the word for it, had been limited to phone calls, e-mails, and the occasional meeting/conference. I mean, the internet does provide a small m...