Literotica Inc.

[southern_slut]

Welcome all to Lit's very own office space. Here we let our cubicle jockies and paper pushers let out what's REALLY on their minds. Please, if you use the copier for your tits, share with the company. I am Kathy, secretary to the CEO. All are welcome and play is encouraged. A quickie in the closet or elaborate orgies in the storage space, the writers decide. However, boundaries are to be respected.

Enjoy.

 

[southern_slut]

It's 7:35 AM, time to get things ready.

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Kathy, 29, been working here for the last six years after college, 5'3", 28B bust, cold heart and a warm southern drawl.

*The coffee pot in the lounge is percolating and the lights are humming in the second ceiling. I twirl around in my black office chair and watch as the other minions file in for their day at work. The boss has yet to arrive, but she'll be here soon enough.*

(Yes, the boss' role is taken.)

 

[Brockstud]

Brock, 23, 6'5 with short brown hair, hired as an intern. Knowing he's got to start at the absolute bottom is something he's not looking forward to but he has no qualms at doing whatever it takes to get to the top, even if he has to befriend people then screw them over.

He wanders into the office at 7:45 am, not wanting to show up late on his first day and shoot himself in the foot, wandering through the very quiet office into the lounge and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

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[southern_slut]

Noting the latest intern actually arrived early. Impresive. But a good start is only that.

"Excuse me, Brock, your direct supervisor has yet to arrive this morning. They ought to arrive shortly. Which department do we have you going to again?"

 

[Brockstud]

Brock quickly looked over one of his superiors, noting her to be at least a foot shorter then him, he always liked to feel tall, it gave him a sense of power and confidence.

"I've been assigned to the marketing department and you must be Kathy if the research I did before coming in was accurate, it's a pleasure to meet you"

He put down his coffee and extended his hand

 

[southern_slut]

Smiling politely enough, giving a textbook corporate hand shake in return.

"Surprising, I hadn't realized Marketing need a new intern so badly. It's not like them to hire someone so new. They tend to steal interns from within the company."

I open up my computer and began to plot out the CEO's schedule for the day. Completely ignoring the young man now that I'd actually met him.

 

[Brockstud]

Her dismissal of him after the introduction was a bit irksome, if not entirely unexpected but he just took it easy, he knew there would be plenty of time later on to show why he was hired instead of the company taking the easy route of stealing an intern from within.

Brock sits down, gets out his iphone and starts going through his emails, ignoring this woman who gave off a distinctly cold impression just as much as she was ignoring him.

 

[SquiresBoy]

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Dave woke up bright and early on Monday morning and dressed in his usual uniform: a crisp Oxford shirt, red tie, and a waistcoat. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and smiled at his reflection in the mirror. It wasn't necessary for him to get so dressed up for his job in the mail room, but he believed in looking his best no matter what his task. He rubbed his cheek to make sure he hadn't missed a spot when he shaved. Satisfied that it was smooth, Dave left his apartment and pushed his bicycle out onto the street.

At 32, some might question why he was "still" in the mail room. The answer was simple... he loved what he did. He really loved sorting the mail and making sure it got to the right person. Delivering the mail ensured he wouldn't get trapped in a cubicle for eight hours doing drone work. And, of course, there were the fringe benefits to wandering in and out of offices all day. He smiled as he pedaled down the street, rethinking some of the best memories he'd had at Literotica, Inc. Men, women, combinations... there were no limits at Literotica Inc! And he'd certainly taken full advantage of the fact that the mail guy tended to be invisible.

He arrived at his inner sanctum, the mail room, and immediately began sorting. An hour later his cart was full, so he headed out on his first run of the day. People liked getting letters, memos, packages, whatever they needed right at the beginning of their working day. He pushed the cart to the elevator and smiled as he waited for the car to arrive. He wondered what this day had in store for him.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Camilla

Camilla, 26, 38 D bust, 5'6" of tan-skinned, curvy woman in snug-fitting v-neck sweater in grass green and a black A-line skirt, steps into the office in her black heels, her satchel hanging off her shoulder. Her french-manicured hand holds a black travel coffee mug, and her hair is actually pulled back from her face in a ponytail this morning.

Pausing by the secretary's desk she smiles a quick hello to guy who looks a little lost... must be an intern, and nods a hello to Kathy before making her way to the copyediting cubicles. Setting her satchel under her desk, she reached out to power-up her computer while taking a sip from her travel mug.

 

[SquiresBoy]

Dave stopped by Camilla's desk to hand her a few envelopes and a package that had arrived for her. She smiled politely at him and he returned it, ducking his head and pretending to look for anything else he had for her. He had always harbored a crush on the beautiful Camilla, but he doubted he would ever do anything about it. Finding nothing, as he knew he wouldn't, he shrugged.

"I'll be back later if I find anything else for you."

 

[CaramelLuv]

Camilla smiled at Dave, the mail guy as he handed her the latest manuscript from the writer she was working with, and some other envelopes. He was cute in that quirky way, and she thought he seemed really sweet and shy. Too bad he didn't seem to be too interested in talking to her outside of the usual mail exchange.

"Thanks, you do that, " she replied in a softly accented voice. She had been transplanted from Puerto Rico in her teen years, and had retained some of her original accent through the years. She had proceeded to study English and Women's Studies at Northeastern, and was currently considering a master's degree, but she enjoyed her work at Literotica, Inc. too much to really take time away. Besides, she still had student loans to pay off first. She hoped to move to a Project Manager position at some point soon, having worked here for at least two years after having been laid off from the publishing house where she had worked before.

 

[Brockstud]

Having looked up at the sound of heels approaching he smiled back briefly, doing a quick appraisal of the woman walking, he thought she looked pretty good. He put his head back down towards his phone and after finishing his emails he thought a brief walk was in order, if nothing else to get used to his surroundings, he wasn't going to accomplish anything new sitting on his ass.

He walks around and as chance would have it, finds himself walking past Camillas desk and lets out a low whistle as he does, making no secret of the fact it was him who did it before walking up some stairs, trying to see if this office has a gym of some kind.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Camilla moved her head and looked out her cubicle at the guy who whistled at her. She grinned at the cutie intern and watched him go a moment before leaning back in to look at her paperwork. Her thoughts, however, went back and forth between the new intern and the mail guy. She loved working here. It was distracting imagining what might be going on in the copy room or the janitor's closet, and she loved it, but it did make finishing her work a bit more difficult.

'Oh well, due diligence,' she thought to herself as she used her letter opener on the letters and began to read her mail.

 

[teasingSophie]

Sophie arrived as usual running in the office. Always a bit late...

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But smiling and gentle. She reached inside panting a bit and ran to Kathy's. Of course this wasn't a day to be late as she did had an appointment. One of the heads of marketing department, she was getting to show the new intern around.

"Kathy, please would you be so kind as to send me the new intern supposed to work with us? He must be here soon. I'll be at my desk..."

 

[SquiresBoy]

Dave heard the whistle and turned around to see who had been the recipient. Camilla, of course. She saw her returning Brock's smile, saw her mind working behind those gorgeous eyes, and he smiled. He knew that there was a better than good chance something would happen between them later today. He just had to contrive to be around when it happened. Maybe he and Brock could both take care of Camilla on her lunch break.

He saw Sophie, rushed and harried but still beautiful, and handed her a handful of mail. "Just breathe, beautiful," he said, offering her a wink as he continued pushing his cart past her.

 

[CaramelLuv]

Camilla paused as she read her mail and looked at her outbox. Crap.. she had forgotten she had to send that package out today. Moving swiftly, she grabbed the padded envelope, and made her way toward Dave. Coming up behind him, she tapped him on the shoulder lightly.

"Hey handsome, I think you forgot something." She reached out to hand him the package. "Or rather, I forgot. I need to mail this today, and I had the thought to send it first thing. Should I give it to you now, or should I head down to the mail room?" She looked up at the man with a sheepish smile, her brown eyes twinkling.

 

[SquiresBoy]

Dave felt the tap on his shoulder and turned, startled by how closely Camilla was standing to him. It was like she'd simply appeared there. And then she called him handsome and his mind took a little sidetrip to fantasyland. He looked at the envelope she was holding out to him, ignoring the way her breasts filled out her blouse, and looked up into her twinkling brown eyes.

"Well, uh..." He struggled to not sound like a total moron. He looked past her to see Brock. He never got the girl, and he wanted Brock to see Camilla had chosen him. He felt like Superman. "Well, uh, if it's important that it goes out today, you could hand-deliver it to the mail room to make sure it's taken care of. I'd be happy to escort you down there. I know the terrain, I'll keep you safe." He winked and hoped she didn't think he was too huge of a dork.

 

[CaramelLuv]

She giggled softly and nodded. "My hero." She laughed, looking around. She wouldn't be too missed. "Let me leave a note at my cube." She dashed back to leave a purple exclamation mark sticky note on her monitor that said. "Mail Room, Be Back Soon," then headed back to Dave.

"Alright. I'm ready. It's really important I get this package out, and it might be nice to see the mysterious mail room lair you work in." She said lowering her voice to sound theatrically creepy. "Will you be the one handling my package?" she asked giving him a sideways glance at the implied innuendo and a small smile.

 

[SquiresBoy]

Dave watched her trot back to her desk, eyes glued to her perfect rear end and running down her legs before going back up. He rubbed his hands on his slacks so they wouldn't be too sweaty. She just wanted to mail a package, she wasn't really flirting with him. She hurried back to him, her breasts moving enticingly under her clothes, and smiled when she reached him again.

"Alright. I'm ready. It's really important I get this package out, and it might be nice to see the mysterious mail room lair you work in. Will you be the one handling my package?"

Dave hid his nervousness with a smile as he walked her to the elevators. "It's my job to personally handle each piece of precious cargo that comes my way." He held up his hands. "You're in good hands with me, Camilla, don't you worry."

The elevator arrived and he ushered her inside. He wasn't trying to be gentlemanly, he just wanted one more chance to look at that ass.

 

[CaramelLuv]

She moved her hips as she stepped into the elevator. "Hmm... you do seem the type to take extra care with anything precious," she murmured as she stood beside him on the elevator watching the numbers. "I like the idea of personal attention, Dave. It's so comforting to know that a strong man like you is looking out for all of our... precious cargo." She said with a playful smile. "I do wonder, though. Who takes care of Dave?" She turned to him with a smile. "When you go home do you have someone taking care of you like you take care of all of us?"

 

[SquiresBoy]

The elevator doors closed on them, and he couldn't help thinking "Trapped." But if this was a trap, he wouldn't fight to escape. He leaned past her to press the button, brushing his arm along her stomach inadvertently - or completely on purpose - as he hit the button for the mail room's floor.

He considered her question, even though all he could really think about was how the smell of her perfume seemed to wrap around his head.

"Well, I do all right, I guess. But there's no one special waiting at home, if that's what you're getting at. How about you? Anyone to rub those poor feet of yours when you kick off your high heels at night?"

 

[CaramelLuv]

She laughed lightly and shook her head. "No. I live alone with my cat. The only one doing any rubbing is me, though... I like the idea of a man rubbing my feet when I get home at night. Maybe I'd rub something else if you catch my drift." She let her sideways gaze move down toward his crotch, wondering about the "package" he carried.

She shifted lightly on her feet, starting to feel a little warm in the elevator. She didn't have a love for tight spaces, but she wasn't feeling the effects of claustrophobia at the moment, just the slight itch of lust that seemed to grow throughout the day while she was at work. This was the most personal conversation she'd had with Dave the entire time she'd worked at Lit Inc, and she wanted to take advantage of it.

 

[SquiresBoy]

Okay, he wasn't making up that sidelong glance at his crotch. He noticed she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other and wondered if she was as nervous as he was. He wet his lips with a pass of his tongue and then, throwing caution to the wind, he reached past her again and pressed the Emergency Stop button on the elevator. Camilla yelped in surprise as the elevator suddenly came to a stop, and she turned toward him with her dark eyes wide with surprise.

"So when you're alone at night with your cat," he said softly. "Do you just rub your feet? Or do you have to rub something else, too? Just to get relaxed enough to sleep?"

He held his breath as he waited for her to answer, staring at her while they stood side by side in the tight space of the elevator car. This could turn out very good, or it could be his last day at Literotica, Inc. Either way, he'd never forgive himself for not trying. He stared into her eyes and waited.

 

[CaramelLuv]

He had stopped the car... that made her nervous and excited. Turning to him with wide eyes she barely registered his questions, but then they permeated the initial desire to panic and she couldn't help but smile as she stepped closer to him, her body nearly touching his. Her voice was a purr as she dropped her package and ran a finger down between her breasts and down her belly, licking her lips as she looked up at him.

"Mmm I soak my feet, but I rub myself to sleep. I go home so turned on by the stories I read and by imagining what goes on in the elevator or in the copy room that I have to relieve myself more than once, make myself cum at least twice before going to sleep." She let her fingers skim lightly over her skirt, and bit her lower lip, looking up at him. "Sometimes I think about you, Dave, wondering if you fucked someone in the mail room that day."

She tilted her head and looked up at him. "Do you ever think about me, Dave?" Her question seemed innocent enough, but her gaze was heated as she asked him.

 

[SquiresBoy]

He was breathing hard as he looked down into her eyes. She wasn't much shorter than him, but just enough to be right. He watched her fingers trail down her body, drawing attention to the shape of her breasts. He listened to her talk about masturbating and his face got hot. He was sure he was blushing, ruining his attempt at suave and casual indifference. He was also getting hard, and he was sure the evidence was visible tenting the front of his slacks.

Stopping the elevator wasn't foolproof; they could be interrupted at any moment.

"I've had sex in the mail room from time to time. But mostly I have to store up the memories of everything I've seen and heard during the day and stroke myself at night. Sometimes I lie in bed and I think about you smiling up at me. And yeah, I think about you. In an office of beautiful women, you're one of the most gorgeous. You realize you lean forward a bit when you hand me things, give me a nice look straight down your sweater when it's low cut enough? And the position of you sitting at the desk... it's the perfect mental image to imagine you on your knees in front of me."

He cleared his throat. "So what exactly do you think about, when you think about me? My lips? My fingers? My cock?" He tried to sound casual, but his voice cracked on the last word.

He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her lightly against the wall. He crowded against her.

His voice was low and rough when he asked: "What do you think about, Camilla?"