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Embezzlement at SugarSide inc. [M/F] [Boss] [Control] [Foot Fetish] [Rough]

Life as an accountant for SugarSide inc. has been rough for the past few weeks. Actually, *rough* isn’t really the right word for it. Oppressive is much more fitting. So oppressive in fact that David, a guy from marketing who works across the hall, had even joked that the *SS* logo of *SugarSide* actually stood for The Schutzstaffel: Nazi Germany’s secret police. Sounds a bit harsh for a candy company, huh? Not really.

Three weeks ago the owner of SugarSide, Mr. Bertinelli, discovered that there may be someone embezzling a sizable amount of money. Naturally all eyes have been on accounting ever since with Mr. Bertinelli even going as far as to hire an outside firm to review our books. I was barred from my office for over a week before the firm was satisfied that I and my record keeping were clean. And even now myself and my entire department are under a microscope 24/7. After nearly ten years at the company you’d think I would be treated a little better but apparently not. I, like the rest of my fellow corporate office dwellers, am a suspect. Read more »

Embezzlement at SugarSide inc. [M/F] [Boss] [Control] [Foot Fetish] [Rough]

**Hi, everyone. I am u/Remember-The-Account. I am the author of the most upvoted post on this sub and while I have been busy with personal issues recently, I would like to thank everyone who has been reading my stories while I was away. Please feel free to give me feedback because I am always looking for constructive criticism to improve my writing. Anyway, on with the story!**

Life as an accountant for SugarSide inc. has been rough for the past few weeks. Actually, *rough* isn’t really the right word for it. Oppressive is much more fitting. So oppressive in fact that David, a guy from marketing who works across the hall, had even joked that the *SS* logo of *SugarSide* actually stood for The Schutzstaffel: Nazi Germany’s secret police. Sounds a bit harsh for a candy company, huh? Not really.

Three weeks ago the owner of SugarSide, Mr. Bertinelli, discovered that there may be someone embezzling a sizable amount of money. Naturally all eyes have been on accounting ever since with Mr. Bertinelli even going as far as to hire an outside firm to review our books. I was barred from my office for over a week before the firm was satisfied that I and my record keeping were clean. And even now myself and my entire department are under a microscope 24/7. After nearly ten years at the company you’d think I would be treated a little better but apparently not. I, like the rest of my fellow corporate office dwellers, am a suspect. Read more »

[MFF] Flashing two women outside a pub

So, there I was, one hand down the front of my loose slacks and the other steadying myself against the cold brick of the East Landings Pub. From inside the alley the sound of people talking was faint. Distant cars muffled their voices and only the occasional *clink* of glasses slamming together in celebration was audible. The city was long asleep and not much was stirring except for the club scene.

The stars were dim and the moon was nowhere to be seen in the light grey sky. I took a deep breath of the musky air and prepared myself. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.

I was actually going to do this.

The sound of the patrons grew more pronounced as the door to the pub opened. I peered around the corner of the building and saw two women, both in their twenties, stumbling in tall heels down the porch steps and onto the sidewalk. Their blonde hair lit up under the streetlights but their other features were obscured by the dark fogginess. Read more »

A morning shower with my sister

I pulled my pillow over my head hoping for a few more minutes of precious sleep as my sisters alarm blared from across the hall. The all to familiar sound announced to the entire house that it was 5:30AM. I heard the soft sounds of shuffling as she struggled in the dark to silence her ringer. Finally, after an agonizingly long amount of time, she managed to snooze it before plopping it back down on her nightstand and continuing her slumber like nothing had even happened.

Dawn hadn’t yet begun to show through my curtains but I know that as soon the suns unforgiving rays peeped through, it would be the end to whatever hope of sleep I had left. I had just started to doze off when her alarm pierced the silence yet again jerking me fully awake. She silenced it and and once again I heard no sounds that implied she had any intention of getting up. I was now fully awake and my bedside alarm clock read 5:45. I wasn’t supposed to be up for another fifteen minutes but here I was staring into the darkness and listening to the muffled sounds my parents morning routine. Read more »