Road Rage to Office Rage: Fucking the New Guy in the Breakroom
Last push before summer vacation. Emails piling up. Printer humming like a pissed-off bee. Click-click of my mouse. Coffee scent […]
Last push before summer vacation. Emails piling up. Printer humming like a pissed-off bee. Click-click of my mouse. Coffee scent […]
Mid-January chill seeps through the office windows. Pierre jets off to China tomorrow for his Purchase Division gig. Two weeks
Printer hums in the open-space. Coffee scent clashes with my sharp perfume. I’m Amandine, blonde in glasses, ambitious ad exec.
Open-space hums. Printer whirs nearby. Coffee aroma mixes with his cologne. Sharp. Masculine. My son fidgets by the colorful Niki
I dedicate this to you, the one who begged for a Halloween tale. We’re bound by words here, not cocks…
Office hums. Typewriter clacks echo from open space. Coffee scent clashes with my perfume. Sharp. Intoxicating. Door clicks locked. Heart
Open-space hums. Printer whirs in the corner. Mouse clicks echo. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. He’s my new desk
We burst into laughter. It melts into a hungry kiss. I’m flat on my back across the conference table. Skirt
Printer whirs outside. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume. Open-space glances burn. Boss eyes me over files. Heart pounds. Door
The breakroom hums. Coffee machine gurgles hot brew. I pour a cup, black, steaming. Open-space eyes flick my way—colleagues buried