The customer looked confused and unhappy. An elderly woman glancing nervously at all the technological gadgetry on display. "Can I help you, madam?" It wasn't easy in my present mood, but I forced out my widest grin. The one that seldom failed to reassure the less technical customers, and made me feel proud of my justified skill in putting them at their ea...
Looking back I have no regrets. In fact, I don't think my husband would have any either. After all, the job's mine and I'll be earning more than he does, so in a sense I'll be wearing the trousers - at least for the first couple of years or so of our marriage. Except, of course, I won't actually be wearing any trousers at all in this job - or panties for tha...
Vanessa Perry sipped coffee from her mug as she looked out at the summer sun rising over Philadelphia. The forty-year-old executive sighed deeply as she reflected back on her life. She had grown up the youngest daughter of an extremely wealthy family. She had dreams of growing up, falling in love and getting married, like her four siblings before her. Howeve...
Author's Note: This is my try at a story about mailgirls - a daffy and delightful subgenre of exhibitionist stories that started a few years ago. Some of what I've done in this story is new, but some of the concepts have been borrowed and/or adapted from the mailgirl stories that have come before mine. So, I wanted to give thanks and credit to Literotica aut...
"I don't know what I'm doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to 'give...' me an interview. Shit. I'm so nervous I'm shaking; I'll bet I'm white as a sheet, I can't even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom's words screaming from her bed room, "He's either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the b...
The author is always supposed to describe herself when writing a story, right? Assuming that's true I'll tell you a little about me, Jill Joy (obviously not my real name). I'm a brunette, 43 years old, five feet tall, 98 pounds, little tits, big ass for my size, enormous libido. My body looks 25 since I work out two hours a day, six days a week; my face loo...
*Intro* "Why did you become a phone sex actress?" One of my favorite callers asked me during a Thursday evening conversation. I thought about an answer for a few moments. It wasn't the first time that question had come up, far from it; callers asked me all the time. This was the first time one of my regular callers asked me in a tone that hinted he really...
"You've already helped," that's what she said before leaving. It's been almost two months since that day, and I distinctly remember every single detail. I have relived those moments over and over in my head every day, how we began talking, her smile, her eyes, how she laughed, when she cried, the way she moved, her body, her smell, and the taste of her lips,...
One that I didn't think would end up on Lit, but here it is anyway, never mind the reasons for my opening statement. In this one Pete attends an interview but is stunned by the ripe and delicious Beth, a hot older woman on the interview panel. The interview goes Pete Tong (wrong), but Pete gets a one-to-one chat with Beth. I hope you enjoy the piece. Send...
This story is a first attempt to write a story in English. ***** Maria and Sam - Prelude It would be a decisive moment for the rest of his life, yet he didn't have any clue about it, as he entered the third hotel building on his job search list for New York City. He was looking to apply for the position of an assistant in the kitchen. The young woman at t...