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Erotic Story:
Mailroom Job
It was a
drag job. The
guys were mostly fuckoff types
who didn't care what kind of job they did. I was more ambitious using the
opportunity to make contacts in the hopes that a better job would happen for
me.
My supervisor kept calling me a kissass and giving me the shit shifts
so I had little opportunity to meet some of the executives in the company,
but I was determined to make it work. It was one night shift that gave
me that opportunity. I had cleaned up the mail room and was touring the
offices to restock all the Xerox supplies when I saw a light on in an
office. I made sure I stopped by and saw one of the
managers working at
his desk. We made a little conversation at first and I offered to get him
some coffee and sandwich from down the street. He was pleasant
and offered to buy me a sandwich too.
I went back to the mail room and stripped off my tee shirt and
underwear and put my jeans and shirt back on. While I was anxious to move up
in the company, I was horny too and this guy was a turn on. He was beefy,
curly hair, clean shaven, wore glasses to read, deep voice and his
eyes...god those eyes.
During our chatting, his eyes kept looking me over and lingered on my
crotch. I wished I hadn't worn underwear that night so I could see if he was
really interested.
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