The sun hadn’t yet arisen when Tracey and Buttercup were woken by Zeta, who was naked like everyone else, slightly podgy with a mass of black curly hair which flowed in ringlets to half-way down her back. She stood at the doorway with a very broad grin looking at the two girls whose only source of warmth through the night had been from each other’s closely e...
Elevator Man -- Belinda's Story She is late. Fortunately, the elevator is not. Empty, it sits there, doors open, ready to take her upstairs to the hotel's swank Apollo Room. There, the office party is well underway. Having stepped quickly through the hotel lobby and with her thoughts steeped in this morning's disappointment, she strode to the vacant stainl...
This is a follow-up to 'Maid's Revenge', following the progression of Laura, Michelle and Miranda. ***** "They're ready for you now Laura." Stacey offered a supportive smile to Laura as she was shown into the boardroom. The portrait of their absentee Company president, Mrs Carruthers stared dispassionately down. She had inherited the company on her husba...
I should begin by clarifying that the event I am about to describe to you is completely true and was somewhat life changing for me. Though the information I will divulge to you in this 'story' seems like a fantasy that could only possibly be devised by a porn writer or a very imaginative teenager, this took place just over seven months ago at the previous co...
Jarno Nash had taken a meeting with the bagman for a potential client. A meatball, some big business hustler who wanted his trophy wife followed and surveyed for signs of cheating. The couple had a rural estate a few miles outside of Trenton where Nash had been asked to meet with the businessman's rep. Theoretically it actually made for a nice drive and a pr...
Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Six HE'S GONE. BEN SHEPPARD IS gone. Danny's side of the bed is empty. The house has a vacant quiet to it. I'm sad and a little angry until I see a note on my nightstand next to a glass of orange juice. It's a single piece of paper tented with a fold. Written on the side facing me is my name....
The next bell and a half were a series of excruciating revelations. At the end of it, Jarl sat stunned in his seat. Mirja brought him back to the living. "What?" "I think Mistress Varja wants you to come forward," she said nodding down at the podium. Jarl nodded. He closed his eyes and tried to get rid of the pictures of insides of people's bodies. To no...
These days I go to museums as much to look at people looking at art or photography as to look at works of art. It isn't that I don't love art because I do. If I go too long without standing before a Lucas Cranach, or Rothko, or Beckmann or a photo by Francesca Woodman I feel the absence as a real physical ache. Watching people encounter a long-cherished wo...
Mia was tingling with anticipation as she entered the elevator with her two interns. As chief writer at 'Style' magazine, it had been the coup of the year for her to land an interview with the newly crowned Queen of the music industry -- Brianna Caley. The elevator took them to the top floor of this skyscraper, to Brianna's very own penthouse. They were met...
Author's note: Please don't get overly upset. This is fiction. If it's not for you that's fine, there's lots of other stuff out there you may prefer. Go have fun. And besides, there's very little here that hasn't already been done, by the patriarchy to women. If this story upsets you, then think about how it's been for women all these years. It's also enti...