Author: ELitThrowaway

A Story From Work, Part 2 [M/F] [D/S]

Link to Part One: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8swq7v/a_story_from_work_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8swq7v/a_story_from_work_mf/)

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Nothing happened for almost two weeks. Nothing really changed. Not at work, anyway, where Kristen treated me exactly the way she always had—friendly, flirty sometimes, but with not so much as even a knowing wink about what had happened between us.

Things did change a little bit for me personally, though, if I’m being honest.

Some brief history on me. While I don’t consider myself someone with a huge amount of experience, I’m not exactly helpless with women either. I lost my virginity at a pretty normal age. After that, in college, I had a (small) handful of hookups. One or two of which involved some dates and some romantic feelings. The other one or two being things that just happened at parties. Either way, I’d never been in a serious relationship.

And, more to the point, I’d never experienced anything even close to the intensity of what happened with Kristen in the break room. Compared to anything I’d experienced with women before, what happened with Kristen was like touching a live electrical wire. Read more »

A Story From Work [M/F]

“I’ve been ordered to show you something,” she said.

I had no idea what that meant, and to be honest I wasn’t completely paying attention anyway. I was sweeping up, and clearing my last couple of tables after a long shift. I was tired. But I was happy with the money I’d made that night, and I had some plans for after work, so all in all I was in a pretty good mood.

And actually, I was pretty much always in a good mood when I worked with Kristen. She was my work crush, for sure. First of all, she was beautiful. I’d noticed her the very first second I walked in on my first day. She had just that kind of striking beauty. And, even better, she was super friendly. It turned out she went to the same school as me. She would be finishing up a Master’s in psych next next year, whereas I had just finished up my business degree, and was figuring out my next move. She loved to talk. She was always asking me questions, about school, about my life, just to pass the time I guess, when we were slow. Read more »

The Principal [FM] [Long]

*This is ridiculous*, she thought to herself, walking quickly down the hallway, struggling with her heavy backpack, towards Principal Bryson’s office. She paused in front of one of the water fountains and hoisted the pack higher up. *As if I have any time for this…*

Molly Piven didn’t even know exactly why she was being summoned. She had simply been stopped in the hallway on her way to AP chemistry by Ms Keans, the administrator, and told rather sternly that Principal Bryson wanted to see her.

That said, however, she did have a decent guess. The school had been cracking down on ‘inappropriate attire’ lately. No one knew why there had been such sudden attention paid to anyone’s outfits, but it had become a constant source of amusement to Molly and her friends.

The whole thing seemed to revolve around leggings. That is, the school had outlawed the wearing of leggings—including tights, ‘yoga pants,’ or similar items—without anything over top of them, such as a skirt or a dress. Administration had sent out an email to the student body and all parents detailing the new requirements just last week. Molly and her friend Lisa, who had been studying together at Molly’s house when the email was sent, had poured over it, reading it out loud to each other, laughing harder and harder each time. Read more »

The Receptionist [FM] [Very Long]

I answered the craigslist add assuming that the pay indicated was a typo.

In fact, I had answered so many craigslist posts for administrative positions that week that I was hardly paying attention to them at all. If they were within what I figured would be a forty-five minute drive or less, I answered them. I was nineteen years old, soon to be twenty. It was my second semester at UCLA for anthropology (I had taken a gap year, as they call it, mostly backpacking around Europe with my best friend Rachael after graduating), and the money my parents had loaned me to get set up in LA was running short. Since I wasn’t a traditional incoming student, I had been living off campus from the start with a friend of the family, “Aunt Sara,” I called her, in Santa Monica, who only charged me two hundred dollars a month for rent. But between that, food, textbooks, and some spending money, I needed an income. Read more »

The Furnace Guy [FM]

She was daydreaming when the phone rang.

It would be the furnace guy, of course, here to do the winter inspection. She and her boyfriend were first time home owners, and they were doing everything by the book. It had been a stressful but fun two months since they moved in, and she was just now starting to feel at home in the new place with the three of them—her, him, and their golden retriever Max.

Her boyfriend—now domestic partner, she supposed—wasn’t home this morning. He was at the hospital, where they both worked. She didn’t mind dealing with the furnace guy alone, but she did hope he wouldn’t be a creep. She wasn’t afraid, per se, as she had Max, and of course her cell phone with her. But nonetheless she hoped, with a note of irritation, that he would be strictly professional.

When the phone rang, she was wearing a loose button up flannel with one of her nicer bras underneath, a pair of tight but comfortable jeans, and socks. Her hair was up in a cute, messy bun. She answered the phone. She confirmed the address and said she’d meet him out front in just a minute. Read more »