Wendy Corduroy Novels & Stories

NATHANIEL'S POV March 10th, 2026 The private airstrip was bathed in the harsh blue glow of the runway lights, but all I could see was her. Wendy stepped out of the car I'd sent for her, and for a second, my heart actually stuttered against my ribs. She was wearing a tight, charcoal-grey knit sweater dress that clung to every delicious curve I'd spent years ignoring. It hit her mid-thigh, showing off the black silk stockings and the Saint Laurent pumps I'd bought her. She looked like a goddamn dream—half-nerdy researcher, half-filthy secretary.

The Private Room The first section of the floor was everything dedicated to paintings, statues, and sculptures, as well as erotic films being projected onto one of the walls. Cordelia walked ahead of me, towards two big French doors, and pulled both of them open. The second section was a much more private setting. The main event. Anything that was wood, was a dark walnut, similar to Mr. Thompson's office. The walls were painted an opaque cherry color as well as all of the furniture details following suit with even darker shades of red. The room smelt reminiscent of Cordelia's scent—rose, leather, musk, with a trace of mint. A clean essence. Rich sex. There were a bunch of different furnishin

Time had flown by. I reluctantly surrendered to their ministrations. The makeup artist, a petite woman with nimble fingers, worked her magic, transforming my tired face into something resembling a Gala-worthy visage. It took nearly an hour, a process involving countless brushes, powders, and sprays. Ester, meanwhile, hovered nearby, offering encouragement and occasionally critiquing the artist's technique. Finally, she presented me with the dress, a stunning Caftan one-shoulder velvet mermaid gown. The high split revealed a generous amount of leg, a detail that made me slightly apprehensive.

The coffee splatters on my nice suit. "Listen." She says. "I'm not Dani Fox. I won't let you play with me. If you mess with me, I'll shìt on you. Literally." I scowl at her as she walks like a robot to the door. "You stained my suit!" She stops at the door to turn around and look at me. "That was the plan." She winks. "Told you I'll make you take it off." Wendy is crazy. ****

Diana lifted her skirt and stared blankly at the door. "You are?" Wendy was also a little confused for a moment. She smiled awkwardly, pursed her lips, and imitated Rex's actions. She stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, I'm Wendy, a designer for Glory Group." "Glory Group?" Diana had long heard of Glory Group. She had just returned to Jena City from Ercula in recent years, so she didn't know much about Wendy. She just felt that her name was familiar.

She introduced. “Nice to meet you,” She said as she finished off standing and Hayley smiled doing the same still wondering why everything seemed creepy today. Wendy was a bit tall, she was caramel-skinned, with black straight hair and a tattoo on her neck, brown eyes, and brown upper lip with a pink lower lip which was typical to most of African descent. They walked over to the counter dropped the tray and headed into the hallway. Wendy was adamant about keeping her company. Hayley disliked this at first but Wendy seemed cool and slowly appealed to her. “You were pretty active in Chemistry class.” Wendy complimented.

Rhonda said, "trust me." Wendy lifted her head from its soft cushion. "Yeah, I guess it is a wee bit sore. Mr. Rivers is no midget in the cock department." "No he's not," I said. "He has a wonderful cock. Like Goldilocks said, 'Not too big, not too small, it's just right'." "Is there any way I might be able to fuck Mr. Rivers again before I leave tomorrow?" Wendy asked, rolling off Lisa and the dildo which had still been penetrating her youthful pussy.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

someone interrupts "Sorry to interrupt but I'll answer that" wendy is her name, she's the president of almost all the clubs in school, and also one of the smartness person the whole school she's a total nerd and she's definitely not friendly "Vending machines? What are you trying to imply Frankie that everyone has money to buy over priced snacks that aren't even healthy?, let me tell you all this, vote for me and I will make sure to go directly to the principal and I'll help him select a better cook, and help with our school feeding budget and its a win win for everyone" soon everyone begins to clap and chorus for Wendy, and Frankie definitely wasn't happy

It was so seductive and attractive. Even the cool Howard noticed Wendy at this moment. He was impressed. He came over, smiled, and said, “Oh, so it’s you, our goddess. I haven’t seen you for so long. Why didn’t you find me or contact me? So, where do you work now?” Wendy smiled shyly and said softly, “I’m not doing so well like you. You even drive an Audi.” Howard’s eyes lit up when he heard it. He seemed to have a chance. The goddess seemed to favor the Audi which he bought through installment loans.