You know the one I mean. That receptionist chick.
What’s her name again? Amy? Anna? Sarah? You asked her once but forget soon after, as is often the social custom. She dresses in a *Library Chic* style, most of the time. Knee length skirts, sweaters, tights. Her makeup is normally fairly casual too, *at most* a bit of foundation and eyeliner. Brown slightly wavy hair falls just past her shoulders, often tied up in to a messy bun (*which you imagine she puts in a little more effort to than she may let on*).
You’ve seen her at work parties and events too. You’ve gotta admit, she can dress to *impress.* It wasn’t the sluttiest dress you’ve ever seen, but definitely showed off an impressively slim figure, modest breasts, but a surprisingly curved butt. There was one thing which was consistent across her two styles – Some rounded, medium rimmed glasses which nicely complimented her pointed face.
All in all, she was cute. She wasn’t really the type that you’d expect to be a freak. Shy but friendly. Quiet, but chatty on occasion. Hell, maybe you should ask her out!
Well, I suppose there is that saying. “It’s always the quiet ones.”
What if she had a dirty, kinky, *depraved* side which miraculously, no one knew about?
It was the kind of thing which compelled her to, for example, slip off to the bathroom before her lunch break, quietly gasping as she teases a plug inside of her tight yet well trained asshole. And then… She left the bathroom and headed out to lunch as normal. No one would be able to tell, save for some slightly uncomfortable squirming, or the slightest blush on her face as she chatted in a friendly manner to other coworkers.
The things that happened in the privacy of her own home were unsurprisingly, more depraved. Her small apartment was complete with the basics. A soft couch, cosy lighting, books, a cat (named Paws), and a wide range of sex toys.
Such a well equipped arsenal obviously didn’t go unused. What video conference was complete without a large dildo subtly hilted inside her, far from the visual range of the webcam? Frankly, it was a miracle she hadn’t been caught yet, especially considering just how much she pulled this shit. *Hold the moan* didn’t quite describe it. More like ‘*Hold the moan and don’t let on that your quiet, shy persona is dangerouly close to being superceded by a derranged buttslut’.*
She enjoyed a variety, with *Bad Dragon* favorited in her browser.
A hobby’s a hobby…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l6fo5m/that_shy_girl_next_door_type_at_work_shes_a