His Every Desire

By: Chloe Cassidy

Before I could take a breath, he was standing close to me. His hands were on my shoulders. I braced myself for his kiss. My knees felt like they had turned to mush, and my heart was pounding crazily.

Instead of kissing me, he dropped his hands to my wrists and dragged me to the locked wardrobe in the corner. Swiftly, he unlocked the door and pushed me inside. With a deftness that took my breath away, Taylor fastened my hands to a rack above my head. He stepped back to admire the results.

I was standing with my hands above my head. The position simultaneously caused my breasts to press against the thin fabric of my blouse and dislodge my skirt so that I was certain the lips of my pussy were exposed beneath the hem.

"This is just one of the many new positions that come along with your new job," Taylor said. "You will obey my every command and allow me to do whatever I want with your hot young body. Do you understand me?"


I sat at my desk, willing the phone to ring. I was bored, and I needed something to do. Someone had restricted my Internet access and I couldn't find my cellphone. This job was turning out to be one huge bore, but the money was good, so I yawned and stared at the big black phone. There were so many buttons. I had no idea what most of them did, and I didn't really care. The phone rang.

"Good morning," I chirped, "Taylor Greene's office. This is Sandra McDermott speaking. How may I direct your call?" I picked up a nail file and began vigorously filing my fingernails. This was my idea of multitasking. I held a hand in front of my face to inspect my handiwork. Not bad.

"Sandy?" The voice on the other end of the line was overwhelmingly familiar.

"Yes, this is Sandra," I replied professionally while stifling a yawn. My fingernails were almost perfect. I started searching my purse for a bottle of nail polish. I have a tendency to lose everything, so it was immensely satisfying when I found the bottle almost exactly where I expected it to be.

"Sandy, it's Cassie. You weren't answering your cellphone." It was my best friend. We had graduated high school together before rooming together in college. I had of course graduated, but Cassie needed to pick up a few more credits before she could put on a cap and gown and march down the aisle.

My day instantly brightened. I found the nail polish that I was looking for, shook it thoroughly and unscrewed the cap. This would obviously be easier if I had a headset, but I settled for pinching the black telephone handset between my shoulder and my ear.

"Well, I do have a very important job, you know." I laughed. "Besides, I can't find my cell phone anywhere." I paused from stroking the hot pink polish onto my nails to glance at the mess on my desk. There was no phone in sight. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Can't you use GPS to look it up on a website?" Cassie asked. That was Cassie. She always thought of everything. We were nothing alike. I was more prone to flying by the seat of my pants, as the expression goes. If it were not for my father's affiliation with an associate of Taylor Greene, I would more likely be flipping hamburgers somewhere than working in this prestigious office, college degree or not.

"They took away my internet access," I explained. "They said something about accessing inappropriate websites. Anyway, I know I had the phone when I walked in this morning. It's around here somewhere. So, what's up?" My manicure was coming out even better than I expected considering my inconvenient surroundings. I waved my hot pink nails in the air vigorously to dry them. Thank goodness for quick-drying nail polish. They were nearly set already.

"Mark was asking about you," Cassie said.

"Mark? Mark who stole my virginity at your birthday party and never called again?" My voice grew loud and indignant.

"He said he lost your number, so I gave it to him. I didn't think you would mind."

"Tell him to lose it again. I didn't even come close to having an orgasm," I said. "Do you think all guys are as lousy at sex as Mark?"

"I'm pretty sure that's the case." Cassie sighed. "I think hot sex only exists in books and movies."

"That sucks. If that's true, I'm going to become one of those born-again virgins," I said. "Anyway, if Mark was interested in me, he would have managed not to lose my number before he called me."

"I don't know," Cassie said. "He sounded serious. I think he really likes you."

"I don't like him," I hissed. "You shouldn't have given him my number. When he doesn't call again, I'm going to be really pissed."

"If you didn't like him, you wouldn't have had sex with him on my bed," Cassie protested. "I couldn't sleep in that bed for a week. Your pussy stained the sheets."

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