Audited and Ravaged: My Redhead Temptation in the Office Audit
It’s a quiet Wednesday in April. My office smells of fresh coffee mixed with my musky perfume. I’m Angélique Denglin, […]
It’s a quiet Wednesday in April. My office smells of fresh coffee mixed with my musky perfume. I’m Angélique Denglin, […]
Breakroom hums. Coffee percolates, sharp aroma blending with my jasmine perfume. I wake alone in 314’s executive suite upstairs, post-fuck
Friday morning. Open-space buzzes. Printer hums in the corner. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume, sharp and teasing. Clicks of
Printer hums down the hall. Mouse clicks echo faintly. I lock the conference room door. Sharp click. Coffee stench mixes
Office air thick like soup. Heatwave shattering records. AC dead. Sweat pours down my ebony skin. I’m Nivea, ambitious intern,
The treatment room hums. Click of the door lock. Coffee scent wafts from the hotel lobby, mixing with my perfume
Parking lot hums with engines dying down. Company retreat’s big day over. I step out of my car, legs parting
The train ride had me soaked. Arrived at Lyon station flushed. Kids John and Marie spotted me first. Rushed over,
Click. The door shuts behind me. Lock snaps into place. My office. My domain. But there he is—Paco, slouched in
Printer whirs in the open-space. Mouse clicks echo sharply. Coffee stench mixes with my floral perfume, thick in the air.