Conference Call: Star 69 (Boss Secretary Exhibitionist Erotica)

That morning was not just another morning at work. It was...the morning after.

After what, you might wonder? After, perhaps, a naughty little workplace flirtation with my boss, Mr. Landover? Possibly a cocktail at the lounge down the street and a tipsy kiss in the cab on the way home? Maybe a cup of late-night coffee in my apartment? What is it they say: "Coffee, tea, or me..." Maybe something like that?
No, not exactly.

Jaclyn is doing her very best to be a good girl. Yesterday, her boss seduced her, savagely and without warning, and worse-- he let his old college buddy listen in over the phone. Today, she's trying as hard as she can to pretend she didn't love every filthy minute of it. The only problem is, Mr. Landover has other plans for her, and they sure don't involve keeping her panties on...

Excerpt:

"Have you ever listened to a woman getting oral sex before, Jackie?" Mr. Landover murmured, as if he had read my mind. I looked over at him with a start. It seemed impossible, but I had been so occupied listening to the mysterious sounds of the foreign couple's sexual encounter, I had almost forgotten that he was there. And of course, he wasn't just listening to them. He was also staring at me. He was watching me listen.
"Um, no sir," I answered.
"Well, now you know why we fellas like to do it so much. The soundtrack is as good as it gets." Her sounds of pleasure were more frequent now, almost rhythmic. At times they sounded almost like tiny mewling cries, and each cry reverberated through my body like a shock wave. Now that I was aware that he was watching, I struggled to stop my body from shifting in time to her moans, or at least to keep my involuntary flexes so tiny he might not notice them. With his eyes still on me, watching my internal battle, Mr. Landover reached lazily towards his crotch and started rubbing it gently. "But I gotta say, I'm enjoying the visuals even more. I don't know what's better, the sight of you, all turned on, your red lips wet and open, your breath quick and fast, your pupils dilated, your pussy..." he glanced pointedly at my lap..."obviously open for business, or the sight of you trying to hide it all from me..."

Warning: This graphic tale of the seduction of an innocent contains exhibitionism, voyeurism, psychological domination, excessive amounts of oral pleasure, and chancy workplace sex...or is it romance...or just a humiliating fuckfest over a long-distance line? If it's hard for you to tell the difference, just consider the plight of poor Jackie...
Please read this book only if you're over 18, and if you have an extra pair of panties handy. Cheers!