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The Office Slave
Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she’s developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen. Now she’s about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she’s never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??
Volume 3 of the Red Hot Fantasies series
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5 Stars!
"No one writes stories about erotic fantasies better than Opal Carew...
Kudos to Opal Carew for another well-written erotic romance. I look forward to where she takes us next."
Jennifer Porter, Romance Novel News
4.5 Stars!
"...there are a lot of twists to this roller coaster ride of a story... A scorcher of a read, I was unable to put this one down."
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4.5 Kisses!
"another blazing hot romance not to be missed by erotic author Opal Carew. Once I started this book, I just couldn’t put it down... [her] erotic story-writing talent shines through... one wild ride of a book that just whets my appetite for more erotic romance by Opal Carew!"
Victoria, TwoLips Reviews"
4.5 Blue Ribbons!
"a blazing hot erotic romp... A fabulously fun and stupendously steamy read for a cold winter's night. This one's so hot, you might need to wear oven mitts while you're reading it!"
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4 Cups!
"There is little chance of reading anything more sexually stimulating than a book by Opal Carew."
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"Opal Carew is a genius at spinning the most erotic stories by tapping into forbidden fantasies and visiting emotions that bring the characters literally to their knees. A steamy-hot read! WOW!"
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"Be prepared for an all out sensual feast.... The sex is creative, detailed, and sizzling.... Step outside of the ordinary for something adventuresome…."
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The Office Slave
Published by Opal Carew at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Opal Carew
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First edition: December 2012
Second edition: April 2013
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The Office Slave
Opal Carew
Dedication
This is for Tiffany
A big, black motorcycle pulled into a parking space in front of them and the rider, tall and broad-shouldered, climbed off. Sylvia watched as he pulled off his helmet, revealing dark, wavy brown hair, a little long, and a stunningly handsome face. He unzipped his black, leather jacket, revealing a black T-shirt stretched across his broad muscular chest.
Sylvia nudged Becca. "Wow, now I’m wishing I’d gone with a biker fantasy."
The sexy hunk noticed her staring at him and smiled, a gleam in his eye. Sylvia returned his smile but glanced away, a little embarrassed at having been caught ogling him.
Becca grinned. "Sorry, too late. Your office slave fantasy is already set up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint four hot guys, would you?"
"Man, if they’re even half as hot as that guy, I’ll be thrilled."
"Oh, you’ll be thrilled all right."
Sylvia watched the hot guy walk toward the office tower entrance, his black helmet tucked under his arm.
He opened the door and held it for another man with a bicycle.
"Morning, Slade" said the cyclist, who was also muscular and very fit looking, and had straight, brown hair, thick and cut short.
"Hey, Neil."
"Man, have I been looking forward to today."
The biker, named Slade, shot a quick glance toward Sylvia, then back to his friend. "Me, too."
The door closed behind them and she could see them walking across the lobby through the glass doors.
Becca glanced at her watch. "It’s almost time. You want me to go up with you?"
The arrangement was to wait until a little after nine, to ensure all the men were in the office by the time she arrived.
Sylvia shook her head. "No, Mom. I’m sure I can find it on my own." She grinned. "Thanks for the ride."
"No problem. It was on my way to work."
"And thanks for setting this up. Thank Cal, too."
"Well, my fantasy came true. I think you deserve the same." Becca grinned again. "Just make sure you call me later and let me know how it went." She shook her head. "Four guys. Leave it to you, Sylvia." With that she turned and headed to her car which was parked a few spaces down. She got in, then waved as she pulled into the morning traffic.
Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn’t doubt it.
The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.
"Are you Sylvia?"
She nodded.
He pulled the door open. "Please come in."
She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.
"I’m Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."
She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but he didn’t glance up.
"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.
"No, not at all. The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."
She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things. She’d been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some of Cal’s ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.
This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set he
r hormones humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy. Along his three partners, too?
Don’t freak out now. This is your fantasy!
Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk. "So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."
Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well, maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being… uh…brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty wild. Why shouldn’t she?
And when she’d become enamored of the fantasy, she’d never, ever dreamed she’d live it out. What woman did? But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn’t want to walk away.
"So, don’t get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn’t making fun of her, but he was teasing her.
"Well, he did do you wrong."
"True. But then we’re distracted by a beautiful woman."
Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."
He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we’re ready to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out of this office, we’re into our roles. Okay?"
"Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.
They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.
"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.
She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.
"The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.
The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike’s and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia’s breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she’d seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he’d spoken with at the door.
The cyclist’s short, straight hair was a little damp—he’d probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the rebel of the bunch.
They sat down and she glanced around the table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were all gorgeous and soon she’d be having hot, kinky sex with them all.
"This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few days ago. She’s here because of the arrangement to compensate for her brother’s debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith, Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."
She nodded as she gazed at their serious expressions. Tension curled inside her.
"So, she’s going to be our office slave, right?" Slade said.
"Yes, that’s the arrangement," Mike answered.
"Good, then I think we should start right off with seeing what’s underneath those clothes she’s wearing.
Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed through her.
"Excellent idea." Mike turned to her. "Unbutton your blouse."
Tingles of excitement danced through Sylvia as she stood up, facing the four handsome hunks all watching her intently. She flicked open the first button, watching their gazes drop to her parting blouse. She flicked open another one, revealing the swell of her breasts. She reached the waistband of her skirt and tugged the blouse free, then continued releasing the buttons until the blouse hung open, providing a glimpse of her lacy bra and a strip of naked skin.
"Now take off your skirt." Slade’s gaze glided along the drape of her blouse, his keen interest sending heat rippling through her.
She unfastened her skirt, and slowly pushed it to the floor, then stood up. The blouse mostly covered her from shoulder to hip, but her long, tanned legs were totally bared.
"Take off the blouse."
The sexy rumble of Slade’s low voice sent shivers of excitement through her. She slipped it from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor to pool beside her skirt. All of them stared at her almost naked body. Their hot male gazes caressing her breasts made her long for more. Glancing around the table, she noticed that the youngest man, Neil, seemed a little uncomfortable, his cheeks tingeing a little red, even as his green eyes locked on the swell of her breasts over the lace edging of her bra.
Mike stood up and walked toward her, then stared down at her breasts. "Very nice." He stroked along her collar bone, his masculine touch sending her heart rate into an erratic staccato, then brushed over the swell of her breasts. Anticipation quivered through her, but then he drew his hand away.
"Unfortunately, Granger, Slade and I have some business to attend to so you’ll go to Neil’s office for now." He glanced around at the younger man. "Neil?"
"Uh… yes, of course." Neil stood up and gestured to the boardroom door. "Miss Reed."
"Neil, just call her slave." Granger said as he winked at her.
"Okay." Neil opened the door. "My office is to the left… slave."
Sylvia walked through the door and turned left, walking slowly until Neil stepped in stride beside her. She could sense the gazes of the other three men on her naked ass, left totally bare by her thong.
"It’s the third one," he said.
She stopped at the third door and waited for him to open it, then stepped inside. Neil followed her in, leaving the door open, but Granger popped his head in and winked.
"The others will be busy for about an hour, but I’ll be back soon." He grinned. "Have fun." Then he closed the door.
Neil wouldn’t meet her gaze and she wondered if the two of them would stand here in uncomfortable silence until Granger returned. She remembered Becca telling her that three of guys had all been in the stripping business to work their way through college before they formed this company, but one joined later. If that was Neil, he wouldn’t be used to this role-playing stuff like the others.
Maybe she could help get the ball rolling.
She stepped toward him. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"
His gaze roamed to her breasts. "I… want to touch you."
"Should I take off my bra, Mr. Craig?"
"Uh, no. Let me," he said and she turned around to let him unfasten the hooks. His fingers fumbled a little, then the elastic around her ribs loosened. She turned around to face him, the bra still resting loosely over her breasts, and she slowly dropped the straps from her shoulders and slipped her arms free, the whole time pressing the cups to her body. Once both arms were free, she lowered the garment from her body, watching his blue eyes darken as she revealed her bare breasts.
"Fuck, they’re beautiful." He reached forward and touched the top swell of one tentatively, then wrapped his hand around it and squeezed lightly.
Then he cupped the other one and stroked. The feel of his big, masculine hands cupping her, squeezing and releasing, sent heat thrumming through her. She rested her hand on his chest, stroking down the light cotton fabric of his shirt, then glided her hand over the growing bulge in his pants. He was rock hard.
"Would you like me to suck your cock now, sir?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah. I mean, yes, slave."
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sp; She sank down in front of him and opened his zipper, then reached inside. As soon as she found his hot, hard shaft and wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned. She pulled out his cock and admired it. It was slender, but long, and curved to the right.
"Oh, Mr. Craig, your cock is so long and hard."
His breathing grew erratic as she stroked him. She leaned forward and licked the glistening drop of precum from his tip. She swirled her tongue over his cock-head, then swallowed it into her mouth.
"Yeah." His hand cupped her head, his fingers stroking her scalp as he held her to him.
She opened her throat to take him deep inside. She glided forward until his whole cock filled her.
"That is fucking amazing."
She squeezed him inside and he groaned. His balls tightened as she cupped them, then squeezed gently.
He was close to bursting, but clearly uncertain.
She grasped his cock in her hand as she glided away and gazed up at him. "Are you going to come in my mouth, sir?" She sucked him back in and squeezed, while lightly stroking his balls.
His jaw clenched, then he groaned as he erupted in her mouth, filling her with his hot semen, his body shuddering.
"Oh, yeah. I want to get in on that action."
Sylvia’s gaze darted to the door where Granger stood grinning. She hadn’t heard him open the door and clearly Neil hadn’t either. Granger stepped inside and strode toward them, unzipping his pants as he walked. He dropped them to the floor and kicked them aside as he continued toward her, pulling his big cock from his boxers. He leaned back against Neil’s desk and stroked his thick member.
"Slave, come and suck my cock now."
Sylvia quivered at the words. She stood up and moved to the desk, then crouched in front of him. His cock was thick and hard, and pulsed in her hand as she closed her fingers around it. The head was enormous. She wrapped her lips around him, then stretched wide to take him inside. The corona filled her mouth. She lapped her tongue over him, unsure how deep she could take him.
"Neil, come over here," Granger said. "Drop your pants and stand beside me."