It was her weekly office video conference call. A two hour long session of project updates , but she had other plans. She got ready in her formal grey pinstripe shirt , all business like and professional, but underneath she decided to forego her pants. Instead she sat wearing her pink lacy panties, the ones where the patterned fabric rubbed against her clit.

The meeting began. There were 5 othrs in the meeting, all of them men, she was the only female on the call. Suddenly she felt self conscious. A cool draft swept against her naked legs, and she let out a small shiver. Should she pull a sheet over her legs? Could they see below the waist?

She checked herself in the video window, and saw her bland and prim image staring back at herself.

As the first colleague started his presentation, she began by running her hands on the inside of her thighs. Lightly drawing figure of eights on her skin. Soon she moved her fingers over her pink lace . She looked down, as if to take down notes, and diligently started to write, but not on a book. She traced out the words with her fingers , words like, profit margin, clients needs , re-work the brief, on to her own pink briefs , and the sensitive skin under the lace tingled everytime she ran her fingers over them. Never knowing what word her colleague would say next, leading to the surprise element of her fingering herself. He dictated her every move. Read more »

Anthony gave her his arm as they walked to the ballroom. She couldn’t help the butterflies she had and she didn’t know if it was the super formal event they were going to or the fact that her boss was so goddamn sexy.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“A bit, why?” Kylie asked.

“You have a serious grip,” Anthony said. Kylie immediately loosened and went to let go, but Anthony put his hand on hers to keep her there. “It’s fine.”

“What exactly am I supposed to be doing again?” she asked.

“Listening and observing,” he said. “Also, keeping the other arm candy at bay so I can do my networking.”

Kylie thought for a minute.

“So, I’m the arm candy,” she said, eyebrows raised.

“In some ways, yes,” Anthony said, and he pulled out her chair for her. “You underestimate how much they prowl at events like this and I have work to do.”

“So how do you introduce me?” Kylie asked. Anthony smirked.

“I don’t,” he said. “The gentlemen know I’m married.”

Kylie looked around.

“That’s disgusting,” she said and she turned to look at him. He was watching her with a lustful eye. “Is this even…legal?” Read more »

Near-frozen humidity nipped at their cheeks as southern, December wind threatened to put out their cigarettes. Lynn, Angel, and Conner’s conversation was low but laughter could be heard from across the parking lot at the expense of the the other store employees. Being that there were maybe nine of them total, everyone’s an easy target from time to time. But these three always seemed to get along best. The manager, full-time, and the assistant manager respectively, it made sense they’d have the easiest time. Lynn and Conner though; they were the closest by far. Having worked there the longest and an average clocked time more than anyone else, they had a lot of time to get to know each other. Every day at work together and almost everywhere else too for almost a year.

The laughter finally died with a drawn out, satisfied sigh. And with a final puff and a flick of her filter, Angel was the first to break the silence. “Alright, that’s it for me.” She was a young girl, barely twenty. Slim, pale skin, brown eyes, plump lips, and an ass to turn anyone’s eye. She had the look and the bubbly personality of the perfect girl next door. Her shoulder length brown hair whipped with her head as she turned to face them. “Do you two work tomorrow?”, she asked with an infectious smile. Read more »