It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Satisfaction Guaranteed: An Erotic Massage Story.
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She’s never given a happy ending before, but there’s a first time for everything.
Dawn has had it with Anastasia. Ever since Dawn started as a massage therapist, Anastasia has made it clear that she’s the kind of boss who doesn’t take any excuses. In fact, Anastasia recently fired a girl for doing things to clients that weren’t exactly on the menu.
When Blake is referred there by a co-worker, Dawn finds an attractive man walking through their door. After Anastasia yells at Dawn for being late, Dawn can’t help but consider ways to get back at her. She comes up with an idea that would really make Anastasia mad, and it’s one where she gets to have some fun too.
Blake comes in for a massage, but ends up getting much more than he bargained for.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
Satisfaction Guaranteed: An Erotic Massage Story
Blake reclined in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. The sound of the small desk fan nearby was slowly putting him to sleep. He was the type to fall asleep to white noise, even going as far as using a phone app for it. For some reason, he found it soothing. There were six case files he had to summarize, and it was already four o’clock. There was no way he was going to get his project done before the next morning.
The coffee pot was empty. Most in the office were too lazy to make a new one. He flipped the switch and watched the stream of dark liquid pour down. Sometimes he imagined feeling more alert just in anticipation. Whatever works, he thought.
Warren kept a bottle of bourbon in his desk drawer. Nobody was supposed to know about it, but it was pretty obvious. The man took it with his coffee and sipped it throughout the day until his cheeks were so rosy, he resembled Santa Claus without the beard.
He kept his office locked at all times for that reason, but Blake knew where he hid the spare key–taped under a fake potted plant next to his door. How original. When Blake unlocked and opened the door, it creaked open a little louder than he intended.
Blake thought the office was empty, but Warren slept quietly enough not to give himself away. His cheek was pressed into the desk, right on the edge where it was sure to leave a mark. A short glass of dark liquid rested inches from his hand.
After a few moments, Blake shrugged. His job wouldn’t be a great loss if he was caught. He hadn’t received a raise in five years and there weren’t many advancement opportunities.
Making as little noise as possible, he reached past the short glass to the bottle. Looking around, he spotted a stack of paper cone cups for the water cooler out front. Short of drinking from the bottle itself, it would have to do.
It was the hardest sip he’d ever taken from a cone cup, but it might make the workday a little more bearable. If his co-worker could drink on the job, then so could he. That sort of logic made enough sense in the moment.
Just as he turned to leave, he noticed Warren staring directly at him. “What are you doing?”
For a moment, Blake considered denying it. After all, the bottle was back on his desk where it was before. Warren probably would’ve believed him; the man believed anything he was told. Last year, everyone pretended it was his birthday, just to see if he’d go along with it. It worked. He had simply thought he lost track of what day it was. It also helped that his birthday happened to be that month, albeit weeks later.
“I wanted a drink, so I came in and took one.”
“You just came in and helped yourself?”
Blake kept his eyes level. “I did.”
Warren’s eyes went wide. “Son of a bitch. You’ve got some balls on you, drinking another man’s liquor. Did you bring your own glass or what?”
Blake glanced at the cup in the trash. “No, I didn’t.”
“Fine.” Warren opened a desk drawer and pulled out a second short glass. “If you’re going to drink it, you might as well have a seat. It’s a good thing you’re one of the few people I can tolerate in this place. The owner will be back from vacation soon, and he’ll probably hire a new batch of people I hate.”
Blake glanced at the bikini calendar on the desk. June was an excellent month. Blonde. C cup. “Have you finished the report for the dealership?”
“Hell no. I’m still waiting for the damn place to make copies of their permits. I’m here doing my job. They need to do the same.” Warren narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing, wandering around? Don’t you have the month-end reports to do?”
Blake shrugged. “I do. I have a lot of work to do, in fact. I’m just bored. This job doesn’t challenge me anymore. It hasn’t for a long time.”
“You just caught me napping at work. You think you’re the only one who’s bored?”
“I guess not.”
Warren murmured into his glass. “Well, I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Works for me.” Blake took the last swallow and stood up. “I might as well get back to it. The reports won’t do themselves.”
“Hold on a second.”
Blake took his hand off the door handle and turned around. “Sure.”
After fishing through his wallet a moment, Warren jabbed a card at Blake.
“What’s this?” Blake asked.
“Something that will cure your boredom.”
“A ticket to one of your famous bowling competitions?”
Warren scratched his jaw. “Don’t be smart. It has nothing to do with that. It’s a massage parlor. You know…with those special endings.”
Blake raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
(end of sample)