Two guys, a girl and an office sex bet.
Caroline hates working at Forbes and Richardson until she walks in on Matt and Connor kissing passionately against the photocopier. They admit they enjoy being watched and invite her to be the voyeur to their exhibitionism.
Watching leads to participation as the three of them agree on a bet that makes the working day all the more fun and definitely sexier. How brave is Caroline? What risks is she willing to take to get her ultimate prize — a threesome with the two hottest execs in the company.
Reader Advisory:This story contains scenes of bondage and BDSM, and has one scene of dubious consent.
General Release Date: 24th October 2011
I’m not really a temporary kind of girl but when needs must you just have to get whatever job you can to keep you going. My dad taught me that. So when I left university with my degree and aspirations in hand I did the sensible thing.
And here I am three years later still working temp jobs. I took a communications degree with grand ideas of becoming a journalist. The closest I’ve come to an actual job in the profession is writing my own personal blog and no one pays me to do that. So here I am, at the local Forbes and Richardson office making coffee and photocopies. Oh, and occasionally I get to type something up and answer the phones. Such a thrilling job.
Actually, it’s not all bad. I’ve been in some offices that have been pretty fun. I’ve made friends and the time with the company has flown. Last job I had I found myself a boyfriend, Thomas he was called, and he led to some tasty daytime distractions, I can tell you. If you’ve never had sex in a stock room, don’t knock it. I know it’s clich� but damn, it’s sexy. All rushed and urgent with hints of ‘someone might catch us at it’. Very addictive indeed.
Unfortunately when I moved on to my next job Thomas gave up on me. Apparently I wasn’t relationship material, just workplace distraction. So maybe this office job isn’t as bad as I think it is, but I’m too heartbroken to see it.
No, I think they’re all bitches, even the blokes.
"I want this done by lunch." Andrew Johnson forced a pile of papers into my hands. "Twenty copies of each."
No ‘please’, no ‘thank you’ and certainly no acknowledgement of me as a human. I felt like just a piece of the machinery. I had felt like that for all of the five days I’d worked at Forbes and Richardson. I was ready for this assignment to end but I had been appointed to cover a maternity leave of absence and knew I‘d not be moving on any time soon.
I contemplated begging someone for a transfer. There’s only so much loneliness and mind-numbingly dull labour I can take, but any job is better than no job and who’s to say the temp agency would have anything else suitable for me anyway? No. I decided that I’d just have to dig my heels in and stick it out.
The photocopier lived in a small room at the end of a long and little used corridor. I rarely saw anyone else when I am in there since I seemed to be the copier slave of choice.
So I was surprised when I heard voices as I walked down the corridor. Some women you can hear coming a mile off because of their high heels but not me. I wear sensible shoes with little to no heel. I'd be crippled if I tried to wear tall footwear all day when I was so often on my feet.
So maybe they hadn’t heard me approach, which explains why they hadn't stopped.
But I should have made my presence known instead of gawking like some inquisitive pup.
Two men, hot young men I might add, guys I had never seen before were eagerly making out just in front of the copier. I could hear it whirring so they must have been passing the time until it finished their copying.
I expected one of them to look up at any moment and rumble me, and my stomach churned. I stood to one side of the doorjamb and so was not immediately obvious to a casual glance, but I was pretty certain that if I could see them, they could see me.
I should have walked away or coughed or something but I just watched. I'd never seen two guys kiss before. The one time my mates and I attempted to get into a gay bar we weren't let in because we looked too straight.
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
Reviewed by Ali Greig
Caroline is a temp, seen by most office heirachy as lowlife and treated as such. A chance encounter with two hotties at the photocopier puts Caroline on a path she would never have considered befor...
Read more reviews
Reviewed by Whipped Cream Reviews
Ms. Blisse has created a hot little ticket here in this quick read...Ms. Blisse has a winner with this office romance gone wild and I highly recommend it. This is my first read from this author and...
Read more reviews
£1.99 Buy Now
Add to Wishlist
Read a Sample
Send as a Gift
Available in:
epub, pdf 
Facebook
Twitter
Newsletter