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She finds out just how hard her boss can make her work! The company Gwen works for has a strict no-play rule for employees…except for once a year at the harvest ball. Wearing a mask and a smile, she enters the small, dark office where anything goes, no questions asked. Who’s waiting inside to drill her on her work ethic?
An erotic short featuring a spanking from the boss, rough, raw penetration, toys, and a bareback, unprotected creampie.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Harvest Ball
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HARVEST BALL
JADE BLEU
She finds out just how hard her boss can make her work! The company Gwen works for has a strict no-play rule for employees...except for once a year at the harvest ball. Wearing a mask and a smile, she enters the small, dark office where anything goes, no questions asked. Who’s waiting inside to drill her on her work ethic?
An erotic short featuring a spanking from the boss, rough, raw penetration, toys, and bareback, unprotected creampie.
Genre: Contemporary Erotica / Spanking / Bareback / Toys / Sex with boss
Length: 2,600 words
Copyright © 2016 by Jade Bleu
First eBook Publication: November 2016
Cover design by Jade Bleu
All cover art and logo copyright © 2016 by Jade Bleu
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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HARVEST BALL
JADE BLEU
I’m not sure what—or who—I was expecting when I walked into the naughty, forbidden room during the harvest gratitude ball at work. The room wasn’t talked about out loud, just in hushed whispers among staff and never by management. My job had a strict policy about an interoffice dating, except for one time per year. Anyone who wanted could walk into a particular room to be “harvested” by an unknown coworker. It was two minutes in the closet, corporate style. No questions asked, no disciplinary action handed down from the powers that be.
At least, that’s what I thought.
The door, which was unlocked, had a large sign posted on it. Harvest Gratitude. xAdultsx Enter at your own risk.
Below it was a card stuck on with a thumbtack. The symbol for a woman was on one side, man on the other. Apparently, whoever went inside first to wait would indicate their gender. A door hanger could be flipped from Available to Occupied, so you’d know if the person inside was busy already. I wandered by casually a few times, trying not to appear like I was looking. There was a female inside for a while, occasionally “occupied.” The rest of the time, it was vacant.
Then the sign flipped over to show a man was inside.
I wasn’t the only one making curious drive-by’s to see just how often that room had someone in it to get shown some gratitude. Just how grateful was someone prepared to be? And who would be doing the harvesting?
