I can resist everything except temptation

[Rick345]

The alarm buzzes and, stretching a hand out to shut it off, it tumbles off the nightstand and lands with a muffled thud, still buzzing as it lies on the floor. I set up, shaking my head, trying to chase out the cobwebs as jet black hair falls across my ice blue eyes. Eyes that are merely slits at the ungodly hour of three in the morning, but it's time to get ready for work.

I look behind me and Jane is still sound asleep, her auburn hair flayed across the pillow as her ample breasts raise and fall as she breathes. I reminisce for a moment about how, during the beginning of our marriage, she’d wake me with a blowjob. But those days are long gone, so I stumble to the shower and adjust the water till it's just the right temperature and hop in.

Soaping my arms and chest, working my way down to my balls. I’m tempted to jerk off, but there isn't enough time. Rinsing off my body and shampooing my hair, then rinsing the suds out of my hair, I grab a towel and dry off, and walk to the vanity to shave and comb my hair. Noticing the time, it's already 3:30, and the clock-in time is 4:00 on the nose. I pick up the alarm clock as I pull some underwear and a pair of jeans from the oak dresser. A wedding present from Jane’s parents.

I slip on a shirt and socks, then stuff my feet into a pair of size 11 work boots, thanking my lucky stars the warehouse is just minutes away. Making my way out the door, dreading having to stuff my 6-foot frame into beat-up ten-year-old red Toyota Corolla, which always seems a smidgen too small.

Pressing the start button, the car comes to life, and I carefully back out of the driveway. Within minutes, I’m pulling into the company parking lot, my place of employment for the past ten years. It wasn’t a bad job, but it was boring sitting on a forklift loading pallets into trucks day after day, the same old thing. The only thing that changed is that sometimes I unloaded the trucks.

As I parked my car and wrestled my 200-pound frame out of my mobile sardin can I noticed there was one difference a new car in the parking lot. A car I don’t recognize.

Another poor soul has fallen from the grace of God into the depths of hell, I think to may say as I unclip my employee ID badge and swipe it across the time clock to clock in.

 

[Baddie4Life]

The alarm buzzes and I awake groggily. My ears ring as I try to remember it’s a work day. I’m starting a new job. Then I sit up holding my head as I try to recall the routine I set forward for this week. I stand up and straight away go to the shower to clean myself to freshen up before I start my daily ritual now of making myself ready for work. The time is early enough to start my shift soon, luckily I live close l enough to work that I don’t have a massive commute. New job.

As I come back from my shower I check my phone to see if there are any messages from James, but he’s still away working in the big city. He was without a doubt the main bread winner, but his attention to me had been lacking of late. Long gone has all the attention been on me and his work had taken priority in software financial services. It’s frustrating. I think on this as I sort out my blondish hair into a braid at the back and apply my make up. Eye liner and some fine tuning are required to preserve the look of my more youthful early 20s. I’ve taken this job to show him I can work and contribute.

I open my underwear and slip on a nice black floral lace thong and bra. I consider wearing tights to work, but today I feel more in the mood for stockings and suspenders. Hidden under my skirt, no one can tell anyway. I enjoy the thrill of dressing naughtily underneath…you never know who is watching, especially at work in a workplace. I then put on my black blouse, grey skirt and black heels. Finally a few bits of jewellery like my ear rings, bracelet and watch. I check myself out in the mirror and adjust my skirt so it’s in that sweet spot just above knee, but below my thigh highs.

I then step outside the large house my husband mostly paid for and get into my black BMW convertable my husband bought me. I fly in the car to the site I now work to maintain the fascade I’m a meaningful contribution to the lifestyle I live. I get out my car and walk straight to reception … did I get here early? Maybe my alarm was broke. I walk to the main building up the steps in my heels…maybe I shouldn’t have stared this job in such a high heel…oh well.

I get given an ID badge and begin my new role on reception. I feel nervous, but confident.