Naughty Office Novels & Stories

"Really, that's very nice. If there's any question you need to ask regarding your work, office or anything at all. Ask me or the secretary" "Sure, I will"... The secretary took her to the office and she was pleased. The office was decorated in pink and white. "Too girly"... she murmured. "Seems the old owner of the office was a pink lover." While she settled in Dazzle walked in to check on her, how do you like your office? "Comfortable. I kinda love it here more. "It makes you feel like you are in your girly era right?".. "Yeah, exactly"... Leah loved his humor and liked him.

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

“Dress slutty more often. Check.” His chest rumbled against my back. “You’re a naughty little minx.” There was yelling coming from the other side of the door, and before we could move, it swung open. Natalie stormed in, but she stopped after a few feet, Mallory and Julia behind her. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe you are fucking that little bitch in your office!”

She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny," Ivailo didn't move a muscle. He just stared at her like he was seeing dirt. His rigid face was expressionless. Ollie tried to maintain her smile. Perspiration slid down her cheek. She gripped her bag on her side to keep herself calm. She couldn't blow this. This was her client. All she needed to do was be amicable. "I'm an associate of the Werewolf-Human Integrating Program, you must have heard about it right?"

The Office After Dark THE office was unusually quiet that evening, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly as Emma flipped through the last of the files stacked on her desk. Being the youngest intern at Weston & Co. meant she got the grunt work, long hours, endless coffee runs, and staying late to organize documents nobody else wanted to touch. She didn’t mind; this was her shot at proving herself. As she got up to walk to the cabinet to retrieve a document, the one blue button holding her jacket together undid itself, exposing her red brassiere and she cussed, looking down at it, admiring her very big tits.

she muttered to herself as she walked into the building and towards the reception. She could spot a lot of famous celebrities walk in and out the building. Her eyes blinked as she debated if she was in the right place or not.To live here must cost a fortune. “Hello,” the woman at the desk smiled at her, she was dark skinned with short curly hair that flowed down her shoulders. “Hi, my name is Christine and I was invited here for an interview”. “This is an apartment not an office,” the receptionist replied eyeing Christine suspiciously. “Sorry it’s for a nanny job, the person gave me this card,” Christine replied, she took out a business card from her purse and slid it across the desk towards

He sits me down on the edge of his desk and moves between my legs. “What’s that?” My words are barely above a whisper. “Laying you across my desk and eating your pussy.” “Taylor!” “There you go saying my name again. I think you’re baiting me because you really are my naughty girl.” He starts to push up my skirt, and I don’t stop him. In fact, I part my thighs. Would it be so bad to be a little naughty? Maybe just this once.

MJ’s eyes widened before she narrowed them to a fraction as she zeroed on everything suspiciously. The sight in front of her was quite tempting; a spaced office with all the office equipment she would ever need. The office was all white, from the desk, chair, cupboards, printers, fax machine, the wall, the ceiling, and the floor. It was quite like Logan’s, but a bit smaller and suitable for an executive member, not a PA. “Fancy.” She muttered dryly. “You are so lucky, May; I still can’t believe he gave you an office.” Natalia said dreamily and MJ fought the urge to slap the truth out of her; the bitch obviously knew this was going to happen because it was part of the plan. His plan.

I’d have to scope out which room we’d be able to turn into a nursey for the babies. Sure enough, the light was on in Mack’s office, and he was swaying from side to side in his chair behind his desktop. I’d only been in the space a few times, catching him when he’d sneak away during the few mornings, only to scurry me back to his bedroom. It was cozy and modern, with cool grays and black accents. The room was longer than you’d expect, a pair of couches on the farther side of his desk with a pool table and television. The only porch he had was connected to this room, the city lights glaring off the windows.

I yanked open the door and slipped inside, closing it behind me with a soft click. The closet was dim and filled with the musty smell of old supplies, but it was a sanctuary from the prying eyes and judgmental glares. I slid down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears I’d tried so hard to hold back finally flowed freely. The humiliation of the encounter with Rex and Jenna, combined with the unsettling situation with Stefan, overwhelmed me.