Freeuse 03: The Boss - Sex Stories

Freeuse 03: The Boss

Freeuse 03: The Boss

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I've purposely left these installments short, but this one got away from me a bit. Please consider leaving me a comment if you rate. Helps me do better.

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any coincidental resemblance to actual places or persons is just that, coincidence. Copyright 2023, Coyote Howard.

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"Hey Craig, what's up?"

"Yo, can you come take care of Mary for me please?" Craig said over the phone.

"Argh, Craig, what's wrong with you doing it? It's literally part of your job de***********ion," Daniel said back, typing away.

"Well since you knocked Elena out in like 10 minutes last week she's said she wants to give you a shot. Plus I've got a shit-ton of emails still to get through, and meetings to deconflict, come on man," Craig whined over the line, his own keystrokes audible.

Daniel sighed and slumped his head.

"Yeah yeah, be right up," he said, then rose from his chair and out of his cubicle. He took a moment to adjust the rolled sleeves of his dress shirt, thankful Dethum & Sollin had a relaxed dress code that didn't require a tie.

He'd worked here since he got out of school, his masters in Structural Engineering framed on his desk. They'd recruited him away from other firms, and he was glad for it. Others had chosen firms with more money and prestige, whereas D&S had more of a family vibe. When they talked they sounded miserable.

As his 6'1" frame began to go towards his supervisors office, he ran ...

... his tanned hands through his dark brown, smooth hair.

"Hey Danny, when you get back can we go over the truss stress projections for the Wilkenson project?" Alecia asked him as he went past her cubicle opening.

Daniel stopped and put his hand on the metal frame.

"Uh, yeah sure. It's a lot though. You cool to stay late?" he asked with a slight smile.

He knew the effect he had on women, and men, as a 27 year old man in his prime, and he could see Alecia's beautiful green eyes blink at him in a mildly flirtatious manner.

"Of course, I wouldn't have asked otherwise," she said, playing with her pen in one hand and smiling back at him.

"Cool. Yeah let's meet up later. I've gotta handle Mary first, but it won't take long," he said, beginning to walk away.

As he came to the end of the row he approached Craig Fords' desk. The smaller man was busy still, on the phone as well as typing frantically. He looked up at Danny though and waved for him to just go in.

He did so and went through the frosted glass door to a medium sized office that overlooked the city of Tucson below from five stories up.

Mary Marin looked up at him from her own computer, also typing as both Craig and he himself had been doing, while listening intently to whomever was on the other end of the receiver pinched between her head and shoulder.

"Sure sure Walt, we can make that adjustment for you, it's just going to delay things, add cost, and change the aesthetic from what you originally ...