Chapter 4 - Spanked By The Photocopier Salesman It was what I thought, just an average day in the office. I arrived wearing my usual office-type clothes. I had on a very short, smart blue pinstripe skirt and jacket with a crisp white blouse underneath. I was also wearing my trademark fully-fashioned nude stockings and a satin suspender belt which held them up with metal clasps and obviously I had on a sexy pair of high he...

I checked my watch. I was late but what else was new. Work started at nine and I intended to arrive about ten minutes after that. But it wasn’t my fault; the public transportation in this city is terrible. The bus was late or the taxi got caught in traffic. I know I could get up earlier, but my bed is just too comfy for that. Today I took the bus to work, but still had to walk a block to reach the office. The street was c...

My printer had refused to work properly the entire day, and now I found myself at my wit's end literally; cursing everyone around me for my own misfortune. There was some luck left in my cup to drink, so to speak, as the whole floor was rather empty at that time. My eyes lingered at the golden watch on my wrist and I could not believe it. “Fuck…” I gritted my teeth realizing it was half-past 10 pm already. A sense of desp...

Ryan was just starting out on his own, in his early twenties, with his own apartment and living alone. He had a few jobs, enough to pay rent and bills but was barely making it by. He saw an ad for a male or female secretary for a women’s magazine, so he thought he’d give it a try. He went for the interview and saw mostly girls about his age there also applying for the job but there were a few other guys. He was finally ca...

Casey sat at her desk outside the boardroom, browsing her favorite online lingerie stores. She came across a new strappy bodysuit with a completely open design aside from a small patch of sheer fabric to cover the bikini area and added it to her cart. One requirement of her secretarial job was a consistently refreshed wardrobe of sexy outfits and undergarments. Her boss, Mr. Skyler, had given her a corporate credit card f...

Tuesday, 9:09 pm “What a fucking day,” I said as I walked through the lobby of Solomon’s Palace. I meant it too - I’d woken up to a fantastic blowjob from Bobbi and made a Faustian bargain with her, though in this instance, I felt more like Mephisto to Bobbi’s Faust. After that, I’d reserved the room for another week, displacing some honeymooning couple over the weekend, but I made sure they were taken care of on my dime,...

"Sloane." My boss made my name sound like a reprimand. I looked up from my desk, already dreading his next words. "I need you to work late this evening." "Sir, I can't tonight," I protested. "Sure you can." He placed a folder before me, tapping it with his fingertip for emphasis. "But it's Friday!" He paused in the middle of putting on his suit coat. "So?" "So..." I tried to think of a convincing excuse. "I have a date, a...

It always sucks getting your period. Unless you're in the middle of a pregnancy scare or something, it's rough no matter what your situation is. That said, I feel like I'm in a uniquely shitty position. Honestly though, while it isn't as bad as it could be, it's far worse than I would have hoped. Sitting at my desk, I can feel my pulse quicken slightly every time a coworker looks my way. Subconsciously, I fold my arms acr...

As I inch down the hallway, I can feel my anxiety steadily increasing. With each shallow, shuffling step, my heart rate continues to climb. Part of me feels certain that every single coworker within the hallway can hear the thundering sound of my pulse, like a deep bass drum. Each smile and polite nod that I see is simply another indication that I’ve been discovered. Why else would they be so nice; why would they be so di...

It wasn't supposed to be this way, but I am so glad that it has worked out like it has. My wife, Jade, is thirty years old. I am Cammron, and I am forty-five years old. Even though I work out regularly and eat right, I must admit that I am slowing down a bit, especially in the bedroom. We have been married for ten years, and, although she doesn't complain, at least not to me, I feel her need for more performance bearing d...

Tom stepped out of the shower, feeling a hundred times better. The flight to Dallas had taken a lot out of him. The conference tomorrow would also be demanding. At least, he thought, he wasn’t presenting. Nevertheless, all the people, all the networking, all the false smiles, and faked camaraderie were getting to be too much for him. Tom put on the plush hotel bathrobe and looked at his face in the mirror. He decided to f...