Lesbian Seduction At Work Novels & Stories

“No, no, she seduced him in the cafeteria with her eyes and scared him off when she snapped.” “She’s crazy.” “She’s dangerous.” “She’s lucky.” The office was a furnace of whispers, fueled by jealousy and stupidity. Every time I turned a corner, someone turned away too late. Every time I touched my keyboard, someone across the room stopped typing just to watch. If I coughed too loud, they probably thought it was part of my seduction strategy. I tried to focus, I really did. But how do you work when your name’s a punchline? How do you breathe when every breath feels stolen?

At one point, Chuck lets out a cheer, and I start to clap as well - until I remember that I'm supposed to be supporting the other team. Yeah, this is definitely why you don't lie when you're trying to seduce someone. This is why you don't go into a seduction without a game plan. But most of all, this is why you don't down a bunch of alcohol before trying to prove to your sexy boss that you know what you're doing. Your sexy boss whose very presence makes your blood race a little faster and your nerves spiral out of control. All I know is this: I will do anything - and I mean anything - to prove myself to Mr. Sexy Mogul once and for all.

Ethan laughed at her frustration, "You carrying out the job perfectly well means you are caring for me. Go on" " I have a problem with Clause 4 entirely " " You don't understand or what? Section A clearly states that there must not be sexual act between you and Mr A. " " Well, if you would ask me, Seduction is also sexual. " " I mean, SEX. " " You should have ruled it out. Section B says No conflicting feelings between employee and Mr A. How is that supposed to happen? " " That's more reason why you have to take seduction lessons"

"Office," "Alright, Autumn, let's go." I pulled her hand and led her to the back. Lois was the bigger problem since she was a full-time lesbian and a playgirl. She's never committed to anyone. That was why she only had female workers and all except me were lesbians and her sex slaves. She hired them for her reason. Autumn stopped walking when we got close to the office door. I looked behind me and raised a brow. "Can't you hear that? Seems like your boss is busy,"

But I hadn’t expected her to follow me here, into my workplace of all places, a place I knew made her nervous. And now, she wasn’t just here to find me. She was here to seduce me. My wife knew her power, and the vixen in her was set on using it against me. Maria didn’t waste any more time. She slid off my thigh, lowering herself to her knees between my legs. What should have been a seductive gesture looked clumsy at first, but to me, it was breathtaking. A grin curved my lips as excitement burned hotter in my chest. She kept her eyes anywhere but on me, her lashes lowered, her focus darting nervously around my office. But when her manicured fingers trailed over my clothed thigh, goosebumps r

But tonight, in the center of a luxury hotel suite that smelled like whiskey, leather, and sin, she was kneeling on the floor, head bowed, mouth red, thighs bare, and shaking like she wanted to be ruined. Because she did. Because desperation had a scent. And hers had led her here. Her rent was three weeks overdue. Her phone bill had been cut off. She had twenty-three dollars in her account and no more favors to call in. When her friend Sasha, a high-end escort who never said the word out loud but wore it like a badge, offered her a one-night gig, Cleo said no at first. She wasn’t a whore. She didn’t know how to be one. But when Sasha leaned in, lips glossed and unapologetic, and whispered, “

“Renowned Lawyer, Dahlia Hayes, reveals how she built her career by sleeping with married judges and sending them explicit photos of herself to win her cases.” Some even claimed I had an exclusive OnlyFans account. Before I could recover from the shock, my boss barged into my office, his eyes blazing with fury. “Miss Hayes. To my office. Now!” I followed him, eyes straight ahead, body stiff as if under a spell. I didn’t dare look around, but I could feel the stares burning into my skin, judging and condemning me. I held back my tears, even though I was breaking inside, because I knew once I started crying, I wouldn’t stop.

Most times we live in the façade of control whereas we're a bunch of mindless robots. Mr Dawson enjoyed thinking the interviews and application leading up to my selection was a hundred percent his doing, but he couldn't be far from the truth. The best manipulation tactics was allowing the other party believe they had all the power. It's much easier to make people trip when the don't feel the need to look down while walking with you. It also helped that I had a 4.0 and was from the city. Male. Straight. White. Some would say are the three keys to becoming successful. It's practically handed in your palms.