“She told me it was an exercise in confidence building, but do you ever get the feeling that life coaches are just making it up as they go along?”
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The Office Christmas Party
I wrote this story before Christmas and posted it onto Literotica, but I realised that some people may not have seen it there. Plus I like to have everything here on my own site anyway.
The introduction below is just a teaser and you can read the rest in my Exclusive Stories section.
Kara
The Office Christmas Party
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. It was all in the name of creating a little more competition between Martin and me, to up the stakes just a little, as if the thirty thousand pound bonus wasn’t incentive enough…
Actually, scratch that: it had never seemed a good idea, even at the time. Even while I was agreeing to it, because I didn’t want to appear weak; unwilling to countenance the idea of being only the second best salesperson in the room. But the online advertising industry is full of bellowing bulls and this was no time to fall back on being the quiet country girl. These young men had had it their own way for far too long and I wasn’t about to back down now. Move over, alpha males, it’s time for an alpha female to take charge.
“Okay, Natalie. You say you like a challenge,” Martin had shouted over the jeers, “So I’ll make a deal with you.”
I’d looked back at him, not wanting to fall into whatever trap he thought he was laying, but not able to think of a face-saving way of getting out of it.
“Whoever has the lowest sales figures by the time the Christmas party comes round,” he’d continued, “Spends the entire Christmas party naked.”
“Only the party?” I’d said with forced bravado, “Why not the whole week? Or are you afraid your tiny dick will shrivel in the cold?”
That increased the volume of the jeers. Fighting fire with fire was the only thing these guys understood.
Martin winked at me condescendingly. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, country girl.”
He called me “country girl” whenever he wanted to get under my skin. I tried not to let it show but, like all good salespeople, he was too good at spotting body language and knew how much it affected me.
“You might spend all your days on the farm with nothing but mud to cover your skin, but things are a little different in the big city,” he added.
I scowled at him. I wasn’t even from a farm. I was barely even from the country, but because of my accent, and the small town I came from, Martin’s “country girl” nickname had stuck. I’d tried “city wanker”, “southern tosser” and various other insults, but he just seemed to soak them up. I could read body language just as well as he could and nothing had hit home yet.
“Let’s drink to it,” he said loudly for the benefit of the surrounding group, raising his small shot glass in my direction, “Lowest figures strips there and then when Les hands the bonus cheque to me… Oh, I’m sorry, I mean to say ‘to whoever wins’.”
You can read all of The Office Christmas Party here. As with all the Exclusive Stories, you’ll need your password to access the story, and if you don’t have one then fill out the form below with your e-mail address and either a real name or an alias you’d like me to use:
Just ENF Available To Buy
My next ENF short story collection, Just ENF, is now live on live on Amazon, and for the first time it’s available both as a Kindle book or as a paperback. The paperback costs $8.99 and the eBook is $2.99, which is a bargain for 200 pages and 12 entirely new stories.
Here’s a little teaser from one of the stories in the book called “On The Bench”:
“Erm, Kasia?” asked Lucy.
“Yeah, hun?” Kasia replied.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tying your wrist to the back of this bench,” Kasia replied.
“Erm, why?” Lucy asked.
“Don’t ask silly questions,” Kasia told her as she stood. Lucy looked over at her arm: it had been draped on the back of the bench and around Lucy’s shoulders, but now it was tied to the wooden slat against which her shoulder blades rested.
Kasia stepped over Lucy’s long, outstretched legs and took hold of her other wrist. She pressed it against the back of the bench and wrapped another length of cord around it, tying it to the other end of the wooden slat. She stood back and looked at her beautiful girlfriend, her arms stretched out either side of her.
“Yeah, but why?” Lucy asked her partner.
“So I can have my way with you,” Kasia replied and she knelt to straddle Lucy’s lap. She leant forwards and kissed her. Lucy tried to pull her hands towards her but the ties were too strong. It was such a turn-on, having Kasia kiss her while she was helpless, but she couldn’t help but wonder what had come over her; she’d never done anything like this before.
Kasia sat upright, still kneeling across Lucy’s lap. She looked down at the young woman in front of her, Lucy’s dark, beautiful eyes looking back at her. Lucy was wearing an inviting summer dress. It was light blue, strapless and off the shoulder with buttons all the way down the front and tied by a belt at the waist. Kasia put her hands on Lucy’s chest; she could feel her hard nipples beneath the cotton, the dress being too short to wear a bra.
“Okay, can you untie me now, please?” Lucy asked her.
“No, I don’t think so,” Kasia told her as she slipped off the bench to kneel between Lucy’s knees.
“But… what are you doing?” Lucy asked her. Kasia rested her hands on Lucy’s thighs and then slid them into bottom of her dress, right up to Lucy’s hips. Lucy trembled at her touch.
“I found your browsing history last night,” Kasia told her, “I see you’ve been fantasising about other women.”
Lucy started to mouth a denial, and then realised it wasn’t going to hold up, not if her browser history had given her away. And she had been watching a couple of videos…
“I clicked on one and watched it,” Kasia continued, “There was a woman tied to a bench. It was very entertaining.”
Kasia hooked her fingers into the waistband of Lucy’s knickers and pulled. Lucy yelped and tried to squeeze her knees together, but Kasia was between her thighs and had a strong hold of the flimsy underwear. She pulled it out from beneath Lucy’s dress, down her legs and unhooked it from her dainty heeled sandals.
Lucy clamped her knees shut. “Oh, I’m going to get you for this,” she told Kasia, although the tease was certainly turning her on. But this dress was far too short not to be wearing knickers.
Kasia remained kneeling at Lucy’s feet. She slid her hands up the outside of Lucy’s thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath her palms. She pushed her fingers up beneath the summer dress, enjoying the feeling of bare skin. Further up she went, over Lucy’s hips, until she was stopped by the tight band of Lucy’s belt around her waist.
Lucy’s eyes closed as her body was caressed. If only they weren’t in the middle of the park, this could really be fun. She would be sorely tempted to open her thighs a little, to invite Kasia within.
You’ll have to get hold of Just ENF to read the rest of the story 🙂
I’m really excited about the new book and each and every story in it. And if you don’t know if you like my stories, head over to the Exclusive Stories section and read one or two.
If you don’t own a Kindle, and you don’t want the paperback version, then there’s another way to get hold of the book: any new Patreon supporters that join between now and Christmas will receive a free copy of the eBook as a PDF. Copies have already been sent out to my existing supporters, who get their hands on my stories before anyone else.
Supporting me on Patreon only costs a couple of dollars a month and you get all kinds of free goodies, access to preview chapters, plus the copy of Just ENF. And you’ll also get the warm fuzzy feeling from supporting a struggling writer, and earn my eternal gratitude.
Signing up on Patreon will automatically save you 99c on the eBook, but if you want to get Just ENF on your Kindle or in paperback format then head to Amazon right now!
Hurry Home
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“Each morning my wife would wave me off to work and tell me not to come home too late. And I tell you, I was never late home. Not once.”
Passed For Promotion
The train trundled slowly between stations on the outskirts of the commuter belt. We were the last two passengers. I was pretending I was engrossed in my book while she muttered and shook her head in the seat opposite. With the distraction of that, and the attractive pair of legs that kept crossing and uncrossing, I’d hardly turned the page for the last half an hour.
“Can you believe it?” she suddenly said. I looked up for the first time. She was looking straight at me. She had icy blue eyes, full red lips, and long, blonde hair tied into a bun on the top of her head. She was probably in her mid-twenties and was stunningly beautiful.
“Hmm?” I said. It was all I could manage in response as my pupils dilated so I could take in as much of her as possible.
“They think they can just walk all over you,” she said, looking out of the window. I followed her gaze. It was a warm autumn evening, with light still in the sky, and the open window allowed a welcome breeze to enter the carriage.
“Yeah…” I said, not really sure what I was supposed to say. I pretended to return to my book.
“Years they’ve made me wear this stupid uniform,” she said. I looked up again. She looked very attractive to me in a bright red pencil skirt and jacket, white blouse buttoned all the way up to the neck and a mauve scarf tied loosely around her throat. In fact, I’m sure I’ve fantasised about a woman who looked like her many a time before.
“I think you look great,” I said with a half-smile. Partly I was trying to calm her down, but maybe this was how she met guys and I didn’t want to miss an opportunity.
“Not good enough to be senior cabin crew, apparently,” she said. So that explained the uniform, and the bad mood.
I smiled, still not knowing what to say.
“Well, I’ve had enough of them,” she said, and she pulled at the scarf tied around her neck. The knot unravelled and she screwed up the tiny ball of light fabric and stared intensely at it as she rolled it between her fingers. Suddenly, she tossed it out of the window.
“Been a tough day, huh?” I asked, wanting to offer some kind of support.
“Been a tough year, more like,” she answered. Now she had my attention, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “They make us wear all this,” she looked down at herself and I followed her gaze, right down to her elegant, shapely legs and the bright red shoes on her feet. “And we all know it’s just to keep the men occupied gawping at us on the flight.” I could see why that would happen.
She suddenly stood in front of me, feet together, one leg slightly bent at the knee and her hand on her hip. “They just make us look ridiculous.”
I looked her up and down again: she looked like a dream come true, but I didn’t think saying so would help. Nor was I about to agree that she looked ridiculous.
“This jacket is always pinching at the waist,” she continued, and as she spoke she unfastened the single button that held it closed, shrugged it off her shoulders, slid it down her arms and held it out in front of her as if she’d found a dead rat in her kitchen. She looked at it in disgust.
“Well, screw them, and their uniform,” she said, and she threw the jacket out of the window. I watched as the wind took hold of it and it flapped into the bushes by the side of the tracks. My first thought was that it looked far too expensive a jacket to be throwing away, but then the thought was erased instantly.
“And these shirts nearly choke us,” she said.
Still standing, she unfastened the button held tight around her neck. My eyes went wide as she unfastened another button, and another.
“We get trussed up like a turkey,” she said.
Four buttons undone. Now five. I willed her to keep going. I could see her white bra through the opening. She pulled the blouse out of the tight skirt waistband.
“And it’s all so the customers don’t have to treat us like people,” she said disdainfully.
She gave up fumbling with buttons and pulled hard at the bottom of the blouse. The last two buttons popped off and I watched as they rolled around the floor of the train carriage. She unfastened the cuffs as I tried not to stare at her chest and at her smooth, flat stomach. She pulled at the shirt sleeves with first one hand and then the other, almost tearing it off her arms, and then, without a pause, she bundled it up and threw it out of the window.
Continued in Naked Women in Shorts >
Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Naked Women in Shorts, available for the Kindle.
Geek Girl
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“For us geek girls, university is the time that we really come alive. Being a geek is cool, getting tattoos is cool, and playing strip poker is very cool.”
Naked? Who’s Naked?
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“‘Naked? Not me; I’m just going for a walk in my bikini.’ If you ever want to dip your toes into public nudity but are worried about going all the way then a good body-painter can hide your bare skin from all but the closest of gazes.”
Just ENF Cover Preview
I’m getting really excited about my next short story collection titled “Just ENF”. The current work-in-progress cover is at the top of this post and I’d love to hear what you think of it.
The book’s going to contain 12 new ENF stories, ranging from some that are short and sweet to others that could easily become their own novellas. But rather than release them in bits and pieces I’m going to wrap them all up together and make the collection really worth having.
If you’d like a preview of what’s in store, then I’ve posted one of the stories from the book over on Patreon. The story is a continuation of “Helena and Pareia”, one of the stories from Naked Women in Shorts. You don’t need to have read the other story first, but they were one of my favourite pairs of characters from my first collection and I really enjoyed revisiting them. The picture below will give you some idea of what might happen in the new story :-).
If you have any comments about the new cover, or anything at all, then by all means get in touch, either in the comments box at the bottom of the page or by e-mail. (You do have my e-mail, don’t you? I mean, you have signed up to my Exclusive Stories already?… Haven’t you?…)
All the best,
Kara
Uninvited
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“No, I don’t have an invite, but you’re going to let me in anyway, I think?”
No Effort Halloween Costume
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“Stuck for a costume for Halloween? This simple costume idea only requires a pointy hat.”
Kara Bryn 