Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.
Holly’s office job isn’t quite like everyone else’s. She gets paid for her favorite kinks.
Used as a final bargaining chip in contract negotiations, Holly relishes in making a man’s fantasies come true, especially her boss’s.
But what will she do when their client asks for more than she’s ever agreed to before?
Dive into this short, playful erotica story now.
an excerpt from "Workplace taboos: holly"
Wear the yellow dress. No underwear. No bra.
Holly's skin warmed at Walt, her boss's, demands. She'd have to move around his appointments before he arrived. It was her routine on days like today.
The bright and silky fabric cupped her bare breasts and swished around her hips and ass in a tantalizing way. Or maybe that was her body remembering the last time she'd worn this dress for her boss. Moisture gathered between her thighs when she slid her bag over one arm and her heels onto her feet.
A trolley would saunter by in three minutes, and Holly could easily hop on at her corner and off at the coffee shop one block down from her office. The jostling shifted the fabric of her dress in such a way that it took a few extra seconds to gather her wits after she disembarked. A deep breath pushed her onward, ordering a round of coffee and treats that she could snack on when possible.
The offices were empty when Holly arrived; she left messages to reschedule Walt's appointments before setting up the coffee in his decanter and cleared the extra paperwork from his desk in time for his wide form to cut the light from the common area. Then, those amber eyes took up the orange light of his desk lamp as he stepped in and closed the door.
"Good morning, Holly."
His nostrils flared as he took her in, as she bent to pour him a cup of coffee to give him the slender peek of her cleavage. Walt's arousal pressed against the front of his expensive slacks.
Holly bit her lip in anticipation as she offered him the mug.
His rough hand lifted past the porcelain to trace her jaw and pop her lip free of her teeth to tease her before taking the coffee from her grip. Walt sipped it as he stepped around her.
"I need you to push my morning meetings."
"Already done, sir."
"Oh, is it sir now? It was Walt a minute ago."
Holly wanted to sink her hands in his salt and pepper hair and drag him to her with the heat in his gaze. The way it touched her bare legs and heavy breasts and shape of her mouth. "It's whatever you'd like."
Walt took a slow draw from his mug before he set it down with the carafe and took agonizingly long steps toward her, chest hovering close to her back. "Damn straight it is."
She shook, waiting, then his hot hands seared the tops of her thighs as he pressed into her, breath spreading fire over the side of her neck. Trapped behind layers, the hard length of him settled between her cheeks. Everything inside of her screamed to push back into him, but she didn't have permission.
Walt's nose traced along her pulse, up behind her ear. "I like the tropical scent of your shampoo."
He rewarded her with the shift of his grip, hand lowering between her thighs to cup her over the skirt. His fingers' tiny movements made her whimper.
"I dreamed about you again last night. You were mouthy and insolent, so I bent you over my knee and spanked you until your cheeks were red, and I fucked you over the side of my desk until you lost feeling in your toes. What do you think of that?"
Holly offered him a weak little moan as she turned her face toward his. “I think you should show me.”