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Cubicle Stories

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No human being was built to do this — sit in a six-by-six foot cubicle for eight hours a day, five days a week. I glance at the clock for the umpteenth time, willing the hands to move faster. They don't. Clocks are funny that way — annoyingly inflexible to my whims. Click. Click. Click. My fingers resume typing, trying to pass the time, trying not to think about him or what he's going to do to me this time. I hear an audi...

Elevator Blackout

Nothing says 'promotion' quite like the 'privilege' of becoming your boss' personal assistant.

The day was especially quiet—not that much happened in those cubicles anyway but on this particularly bland day when even the clouded sky tried to blend in with the monotonous gray of the city's concrete jungle. The office was so quiet, Julian thought he'd even hear the synchronized blinking of an entire floor of expendable office workers he ignored the names of. He would have tried to give them funny nicknames like 'big...

"You Can't Do That!"

She was super sexy and off limits at work, according to the company sexual harassment policy. . .

“You can’t do that,” I told myself as I stared longingly at her sexy bare legs. Tasha was the new office girl, and she was stunningly beautiful. She sat in a small open cubicle at the front of our office cubicles, greeting potential customers and answering and routing calls to the sales agents. Every so often, she’d casually walk to the back of the offices and to the break room or perhaps the ladies room and then casually...

Far From Academic

New to uni, Amy falls for the younger model and finds there's much to learn.

Ohmygod ohmygod he's making his way along my row. Don't look. Stay calm. Focus on… the textbook… that's it. Principles of Neural Science. Fifth Edition. Anything other than those calf muscles and toned thighs and that well-defined package in his shorts I'm so not glancing at. The row is empty but he doesn't slow, each step directly linked to my elevating heart rate. I let my hair fall on one side of my face to form an imp...

The room was already bursting with people experiencing the promise of a night to remember. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and the guests were dancing. But the night was still young. The group of girls had only just left the house, running “fashionably late”, and piled into the taxi. All in different colored dresses, with the exception of Sophie, who remained in her signature colour of black. Not going out for...