MasukMira slammed the apartment door behind her in frustration, groceries falling from her hands, she bought them with the last of Josh's savings. At 23, a fresh graduate from college, she was thinking life with Josh, her boyfriend, was going to be a world where her dreams could be easily achieved. Instead, they survived on side gigs and his savings.
The place she called home was more like a cage, the air in the room was suffocating and smelt of stale coffee. Empty beer bottles littered the coffee table, dirty clothes in need of urgent laundry piled up beside the bed, torn papers on the floor…Job application they had written, she just wanted to be free from this cage and get a better life. Josh was using his laptop at the kitchen table, eyes fixed on the screen, surfing through the net searching through endless job listings for any openings. No one seemed to need workers anymore. Mira walked up to him. Heart melting, she leaned in, planted a kiss on his forehead. "Baby. Has heaven decided to smile on us today?” With frustration written over his face, he replied. "Still the same story. How about you? Any luck?" Mira forced a smile. "All the places I have applied to tell me I am not experienced. I mean, what do they want, a PhD. in coffee-making?” "Babe, how about you call your dad?" His voice carried hope, but the suggestion was a slap on her face. "Seriously, Josh? Are you really asking me that?" Anger filled her. Her father had warned her about moving in with Josh, saying it was a decision she will regret. Blinded by love back then, she didn't obey him. Now, pride kept her from going back, even at her worst. "I'm sorry, Mira, but what other options are available?" Josh looked away in shame, the thought of selling his car to cover next week's rent filled his head. "Did Mr. Robert get back to you?" Mira rolled her eyes, packing her blonde hair into a messy bun. "Not yet. I'm still waiting for his call. He spoke of a temp position, with no other option I accepted. But what I really want is something permanent, baby." Hope filled her voice. That's all she could hold unto. Mr Robert is her best friend's Dad, recommending her was the only help she could offer, so she said. Mira was grateful anyways. Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks, She was ready to do whatever it took to save them from this cage of an apartment. Josh wrapped her into his arms, comforting her . "Everything will be fine baby, I promise." Mira held onto him, like an anchor. "Josh, I don’t want empty promises, I can't keep up with this anymore.” "Shhh… don't say that, I do understand, baby." He wrapped her tighter, backing her against the kitchen counter. His hands slowly rubbed her back, as he kissed on her forehead. She was the only thing that mattered to him right now, and he was doing all he could to see her live comfortably. He held her chin and lifted her face, kissing her deeply, it was the world against them. Mira melted into it, returning the hunger. His hands were all over her chest, he grabbed her soft boobs through her shirt, squeezing gently as his mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck. With a pull, he freed her boobs from the shirt, his tongue circling a nipple, she let out a soft moan, wanting more. Mira started getting wet between her thighs, getting sensitive with need. She held him closer. Lifted one leg and wrapped it round his waist, slowly grinding against him, he was hard. Josh groaned, his hands went to her butt, massaging them, damnn…it was soft, inviting. Just then, her phone ruined the moment as it rang. Mira pushed him aside, heart pounding, she was horny. She couldn't risk missing a call. Not now. She grabbed the phone, and picked the call. “This is a reminder for Miss Mira. Your interview starts at 3." "Sorry, what?" She was confused. "You applied to be Mr. Grey's secretary. Didn't you get the email?" "Oh... umm, yeah. I'll be there." The line went dead. Mira looked at the clock, 2:48. "Fuck!" She panicked "Relax, baby. Think it through," Josh tried calming her. “Josh I can't relax dying minute, if I miss this we're fucked" She buttoned up quickly, and arranged her skirt, there was no time to change. Josh tossed her his car key. “Use my car Baby. Go get 'em." She ran out the door, tires screeching as she drove from the driveway. Fear of losing an opportunity coupled with the wetness between her thighs, reasons enough for her reckless speed. Eight minutes to arrive at the office, her mind racing with desperation and unmet lust. Mr Robert, head of HR had just ended a call with his wife, who has been away on a work trip for four months, leaving him sex starved and yearning for a pussy. His daughter's friend was coming in for an interview at 3. Earlier on, his daughter requested for a favour, pleading he finds a position for her best friend, who was very desperate for a job. He agreed on the condition that she passes through him. His office door opened, and like an answered prayer, a sexy figure walked in, hips swaying seductively, as if dancing to some invisible music. He swore she was putting on nothing under that tight leather skirt she wore, her boobs were big, bouncing with each step she took, her nipples visible beneath the shirt. He was hooked. So Kita had such a beautiful friend, how come she never visited them. “Urm... excuse me," Mira said for the third time, her voice pulling him from his trance. She noticed he was staring at her intensely and lustfully, that turned her on more. “My appointment for three.” So this was Kira's Dad, her first time meeting him. He didn’t look bad at all. Let's see how faithful he is to his wife, she smacked her tongue. "That's you? do seat down," he replied, pointing at the couch. His eyes followed her, her butt cheeks slamming against each other as she moved and sat. "Yes I am Mira, I've heard a lot about you from Kira. Thank you for inviting me over for this interview.” She said, crossing her legs. The skirt rode up, exposing smooth, sexy thighs. Mr. Robert swallowed hard, taking in the view before him: so much skin, her legs slightly opened, she wore nothing underneath. At 23, she was a sexy feast for his early-forties eyes, fresh and tempting, he couldn't resist. “It's my pleasure. It says here, you want to be temp staff.” Mira had been secretly enjoying his gaze over her, whatever she was doing was working. "The thing is... I don't want to be temp. I would like to be permanent. I've got bills to pay." She replied, folding her arms, parting her legs wider in silent invitation, her expression welcoming, hungry. Mr. Robert nodded, immediately catching the game. Staying months without sex had left him craving; the perfect prey had walked, sitting right at his front. "I have the power to make you Mr. Grey's permanent secretary." His eyes went to her exposed thighs, biting his lip as he eyed her boobs, struggling to be freed from her shirt. He stood up, and moved behind her, hands resting on her shoulders. Slowly massaging her. "What do you say, Mira?" His voice became soft, sexy, her name rolling off his tongue intimately. The way he said it was commanding, sensual. Making her crave more. She relaxed into his touch, ready to seal the deal with her body, trading desperation for dominance and a future worth fucking for.Isabella’s POVI was in my room scrolling through the net when Dad’s voice floated up the stairs.“Isabella? Can you come down?”Something in his tone made my stomach twist, like he was handling something fragile and wasn’t sure it wouldn’t shatter. I pulled my hoodie sleeves over my hands, took a slow breath, and headed down.The second I hit the last step I saw her.Camilla.Standing in the middle of the living room like she had just dropped there from another life. No power suit. No red lips. Just a soft blue sweater, jeans, hair loose and a little messy. Eyes red-rimmed, hands clasped in front like she was waiting for a sentence.My whole body locked up.Dad was standing a few feet away, arms crossed loosely, watching us both. He didn’t say anything. Just gave me that small nod—the one that meant this was my call.Camilla looked at me. No smirk like usual. No calculating eyes. Just… waiting.I stayed on the last step. Didn’t move closer yet.“Camilla.”She swallowed hard. Then too
The days after the theater blurred into this constant low hum of want. Every time my phone lit up, my thighs clenched. Jonah’s texts got filthier, shorter, more demanding. *Miss that tight pussy. I need it soon.* *Thinking about you dripping my cum in public.* I’d read them at work, in the grocery store, even once while Sarah and I were doing laundry together—her folding his boxers while I stared at my screen and tried not to blush.Sarah had no clue. She kept planning cute friend things like she always did. “Mall day Saturday?” she asked over coffee Wednesday morning. “New summer sales, try-on haul, pretzel bites, the works. Jonah’s busy with some work things all day so it’s just us girls.”I almost dropped my mug. Perfect cover. My brain was already spinning the lie before I even answered.“Absolutely,” I said, grinning like an idiot. “I need new lingerie anyway. Feeling… spicy.”She laughed and wiggled her eyebrows. “Ooh, someone got a secret date I don’t know about?”If only she
Sarah picked the movie instead of a pool party. Some cheesy romance remake she’d been dying to see. “It’s supposed to be cute and funny,” she said over brunch that Saturday, eyes sparkling like we were still eighteen and sneaking into R-rated films with fake IDs. “You, me, giant popcorn, and zero boys allowed. Perfect girls’ night.”I smiled so wide it hurt. “Can’t wait.”Inside, my stomach was already twisting. Because Jonah had texted me at 3 a.m. After I told him about it.*See you at the same theatre; I'll be in the back row. 8 pm showing. Wear something easy. Bring a blanket with you.*I stared at the message until my eyes burned. Then replied:*You’re going to get us caught, Jonah.**Only if you’re loud.*I should’ve cancelled on Sarah. Gave a silly excuse, made up a headache, food poisoning, anything. Instead I showed up at the theater at 7:45 in a loose sundress… no bra, thin cotton panties I knew wouldn’t stay on long and a big fluffy blanket folded over my arm like I was alr
After the park, everything felt… accelerated. It was like we had opened a door, we couldn’t close anymore. I tried to act normal around Sarah the next day. She hugged me tight at wine night, smelling like coconut sunscreen, and asked why I kept touching my neck (the hickey was already purpling under concealer). I laughed it off. “Allergies or something.” I think she bought it. Or pretended to.Jonah texted me at 1 a.m. that night.*Can’t sleep. Truck. Parking garage behind the old warehouse on 5th. Come now.*He didn’t add any emojis. No teasing this time, just a command like I was officially his whore now. I was already wet before I even grabbed my keys.I drove there wearing my favourite short and an oversized hoodie, that was so easy to strip, easy to explain if anyone saw me leaving my building at that hour. I arrived the garage it was mostly empty. I looked through the dim light, his black truck sat in the far corner, windows already fogging a little.I parked two spots away an
My stomach twisted in that fun, naughty way as I snuck out the back door of Sarah's apartment. Best friends since forever, right? Shared secrets, clothes, and even crushes back in high school. But this? This was crossing a line thicker than the one between friendship and betrayal. Jonah, Sarah's boyfriend of two years, texted me again: “Meet me at the park. Bench by the fountain. Now.” Simple, bossy, and oh-so-tempting. I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the car window, I wore a short skirt, no panties, a top that hugged my curves just right. “What are you doing, idiot?” I muttered. But my pussy already tingled at the thought. Public? With my bestie's guy? Yeah, I was screwed. Literally, hopefully.The park was buzzing on this warm summer evening. Families picnicking, people jogging past, couples holding hands like they weren't hiding skeletons. I spotted the bench, fountain bubbling behind it, and there was Jonah, legs spread casually, his phone in hand. Tall, broad-shouldered,
I still remember the exact moment I knew I was fucked in the good way and the bad way. Went I decided to leave my comfy apartment over to Jonah’s.Sarah had been gone less than three days. Miami was already posting stories: her in a tiny bikini, cocktail in hand, laughing with the girls under palm trees. Every time my phone buzzed with a new one, guilt stabbed me like a little knife. But the knife was dull, and the ache between my legs was sharper.I arrived his apartment. He opened the door in gray sweats and a black tee that hugged his chest just right. No shoes. Hair still damp from a shower, and smelled like cedar and soap. My stomach flipped so hard I almost turned around. He hugged me warmly, didn't miss that little tap on my ass.“I'm glad you came. getting cold. And the couch is empty without you.” He said, stepping aside.After last time. I wore the most unsexy outfit I owned, a baggy hoodie, leggings, and my hair in a messy bun. Like that was going to stop anything.We sat







