My name is Charlotte. I like to be called Charlie. I have Coppery Red hair. I have Sea Green eyes. My skin is pale as marble. I'm 21 years of age. I'm 4'6" short and nobody lets me forget it. I'm in the sun a lot because I'm a construction site supervisor, so I'm just your stereotypical freckly Catholic Irish Girl. But I refuse to be called a foreman. My l...
Donna Bellows checked her face in the mirror by the front door. She decided she would have to get by as she was. Her husband's best friend, Gil Gentry, had called to ask her to meet him in town at a little out of the way restaurant. She knew what he wanted, and she was uncertain how he would react to what she had to tell him. She picked up the big shoulder...
(This is a long story. It starts a little slow, but stay with it as it soon builds. Chapter 1 is mostly background to help understand Ann's views.) As an auditor in the New England office of a major accounting firm, I am your stereotype of an accountant. I enjoy the orderliness of working with numbers and making sure everything balances. I am also extreme...
I'll never forget the day my husband Todd asked me if I would help him with his career. I will admit, looking back on the whole affair, I was really naïve. I really believed that Todd's primary reason for wanting me to show his boss, Marvin Abbington, a good time was all about his job. I had never heard of men actually wanting their wives to sleep wit...
Stacey Dixon was walking down the hall of the municipal recreation building, headed for the bathroom. He was there to attend a meeting of a local youth group which had been held in another area of the building. The meeting was over, and Stacey, who had been given the job of closing and locking the hall after the meeting, was headed for the bathroom before he...
Chapter 14 -- Reality Check The rest of the weekend was weird. Brooke did not come home on Saturday night and when she came home on Sunday, she was unusually quiet. I didn't want to press her for answers, but I was dying to know what happened. I knew that she was hurting inside by not telling me but I could not, in good conscience, put her directly in the...
Lovin' at the Office The rush hour traffic was moving at a reasonable pace. I was anxious to get to his office because I looked forward to what was waiting. I swung into an empty space near the door and slid some gloss across my lips. I walked into the building and then into the office marked with his name. The bell made a little dining noise and he emerg...
As I handed Nadia the file in my hand she rewarded me with the loveliest of smiles. I always got a special thrill from the way in which Nadia smiled. If nothing else it was the way her hazel eyes would sparkle. Without conscious thought my eyes glanced downwards towards her chest taking in the delicious sight of her exposed cleavage. She was wearing a dark t...
Scarlett sat herself back down at her desk and slyly shifted her skirt back into position. Casually checking her makeup a mirror, she wiped some of the lipstick smudge from around her mouth. She had fallen into the oldest cliché in the book and was fucking her boss in the toilets, his car, the stationary cupboard and at one point, in the canteen. She still h...
This story is for Brwnangeleyes. You inspired me to write this, and I am truly grateful. I have another one in the works, and it will be out soon. **** Steve Jacobson watched as she walked in and went to her desk that morning. He had often wondered what it would be like to go out with her, but he knew that it was impossible; they worked in the same office...