So it is a bit of a hobby of mine to write erotica for people. I tend to write these stories in the first person as it is easier for me to connect that way...
Anyway, I thought I would start sharing the new stories that I write for people but without specific names etc. to remain discreet!
If any girls on here, local to the London area, like my stories then feel free to drop me a message and ask me for a custom story for you.
Lx
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It's the end of a long Saturday night shift and you are pretty fed up. Tips have been down a lot in the past few weeks, maybe a symptom of the credit crisis. Not even your black stiletto heels, tight black skirt, stockings and skimpy cream blouse without the bra and the top two buttons undone have managed to claw you back into the black tonight. Though you did get loads of attention off of some of the clients at the cocktail bar you work in, just not the cash kind of attention unfortunately.
Thing is though, you have that invite to the dinner tomorrow night for work. It's going to be a stretch already and god knows the boss is stingy enough with the wages.
Reaching the top of the stairs, just outside of the managers office you shift the weight of the till to one arm and knock a couple of times on the door. No answer though; typical. The lazy prick is probably sleeping or watching porn, you reckon as you open the door and step in.
Looking around, quickly you realize the room is empty. An office desk, chair, telephone, PC and the safe are pretty much everything in the room. There is a coffee mug that looks like it has seen recent use and the wrapper from a sandwich in the waste paper bin.
You lay the till down on the desk and turn to go, trying to figure out how you are going to tell your friends that you are going to have to bail on them again and then pause at the door. You feel a sudden lurch of adrenalin in your stomach as an idea hits you. Peeking out of the door, you check the corridor before ducking back in again. Your heart is thundering in your chest now and your hands are starting to shake as you reach into the till and grab a handful of £20 notes. You have a brief panic as you realize you have no pockets to put the cash in, before deciding to stuff the cash into one of your shoes.
You crouch to whip off your right stiletto and start to put the cash into the bottom of the shoe when you hear a noise behind you. Your heart leaps into your mouth and you feel a wave of sick dread hit you. Looking over one shoulder you see me standing behind you with a seriously pissed off look on my face.
"Holy fucking shit... what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I demand.
You turn in your half crouch to face me with a pleading look in your eyes, "Shit boss. Look I'm really sorry! I've never done anything like this before I swear... I'm so sorry."
I reach across you towards the phone as I say, "Well you can tell that to the police."
Looking down at you from here I can see right down your gaping blouse. I can see the firm, round swell of your breasts heaving with your quick panicked breath. At the front of the satiny material, I can just make out the outline of your nipples.