Goody Two-Shoes

By Esmeralda Greene

Meet Jennifer, a beautiful and nubile young woman whose sweet and innocent nature is matched only by her insatiable, unquenchable appetite for sex. Jennifer was raised to never, ever, use "naughty words," but somehow her strict upbringing didn't extend to the notion of not doing naughty things.

Jennifer has just moved to the big city, and with bubbly enthusiasm she starts her new job as secretary and receptionist for a small company. Little do her employers realize that behind her "goody two-shoes" exterior, Jennifer is a joyfully ravenous seductress who has never met a man or woman that she didn't want to have sex with. And when it comes to sex, Jennifer always gets what she wants.

As with all Esmeralda Greene erotica, the sexual escapades are nonstop, joyful, exuberant, sometimes perverse, and always richly and elegantly described. Join the lovable and delightfully sex-crazed Jennifer as she enjoys a busy day, makes many new friends, and has a wild assortment of sexual adventures!

This is a novella (short novel) of 24,000 words or about 90 print pages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Esmeralda Greene
• Release date: Feb 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465840271

Esmeralda Greene

Esmeralda Greene is an erotica writer dedicated to the principle that erotic fiction can be red-hot raunchy while also being written with intelligence, elegance and style. In addition to her self-published works, she has sold short stories to such venues as Sweetmeats Press, Circlet Press, Xcite Books and Clean Sheets Magazine. Esmeralda's erotica has been called "exuberantly sex-positive," "life affirming," "scorchingly hot," "fresh," "daring," and "skillfully written." Speaking for herself, Esmeralda says, "My stories are fun, sometimes funny, sometimes clever and witty; but most of all they're sexy. Kinkily, raunchily sexy. Good clean fun at its baddest and dirtiest. "I sometimes deal with strange and taboo subject matter, but my stories are never dark and my characters are never victims (though some of them may pretend otherwise). My characters always enjoy and exult in their sexuality, engaging in their various unusual and illicit acts with unapologetic joy and a zest for life." Esmeralda lives in the outskirts of Great Falls, Montana with a poorly trained dog and an even more poorly trained girlfriend. The icy winter nights have taught her the value of a fit body, a vigorous partner, and most importantly, an energetic imagination. Sometimes her steamy flights of imagination boil over in the form of an erotic story, making nights warmer for everyone. Visit Esmeralda's website at www.esmeraldagreene.com and contact at [e-mail]

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Goody Two-Shoes

By

Esmeralda Greene

Copyright © 2012 by Esmeralda Greene

Smashwords Edition

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See www.EsmeraldaGreene.com for news and other fiction by Esmeralda Greene.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental.

This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

No characters in this work are under eighteen years of age.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Getting a job

Chapter 2: Getting ready for work

Chapter 3: Riding the bus

Chapter 4: Starting the work day

Chapter 5: Jennifer and Brian, Scott and Sherry

Chapter 6: Attempted seduction

Chapter 7: Lunch break, part 1

Chapter 8: Lunch break, part 2

Chapter 9: Scott and Sherry, Jennifer and Jack

Chapter 10: Jennifer and Brian

Chapter 11: In the ladies' room

Chapter 12: Jennifer and Sherry

Epilogue: Heading home

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Chapter 1: Getting a job

So what do you think of her? Sherry said. She and her two colleagues were standing outside the closed door to their conference room.

She’s fucking gorgeous, Scott said.

Sherry sighed impatiently. Yes Scott, she is. And if we were looking to hire a swimsuit model, that fact might have some relevance. But in fact we’re looking for a secretary and receptionist.

Scott dipped his head sheepishly and grinned. Okay, she’s got all the skills we’re looking for, she studied accounting and ‘business communication’--whatever the hell that is--she’s got excellent computer skills, knows Excel and Word and PowerPoint, and she’s bright and personable. Seems to me she’s the best candidate we’ve interviewed.

Sherry turned to the third member of the group. And you Brian? she asked. What do you think?

Before Brian could speak, Scott added, And she’s fucking gorgeous.

Brian acknowledged Scott’s interruption with a brief glance. What Scott says about her skills and qualifications is true, he said thoughtfully. And we shouldn’t dismiss the fact that she’s, um, physically attractive, either. It makes our little company look good to have an attractive receptionist. A pretty face never hurts. Smiling, he looked at Sherry. I think half the contracts we get are from male clients hoping for a date with you, Sherry.

Yeah, agreed Scott. Too bad for them Sherry only sleeps with our female clients.

Sherry glared menacingly at Scott, but before she could speak Brian said, What do you think of her, Sherry?

Well, she’s awfully young and inexperienced. Remember this would be her first real job since she got out of that community college she went to in East Treestump or wherever the hell she said she’s from. And I think there’s something weird about her. Did you notice she said ‘jeepers’ twice while we were interviewing her? Who the hell in the past hundred years says ‘jeepers’? She pursed her lips thoughtfully for a few seconds. But... I suppose we can’t discriminate against her for being a goody two-shoes. And she is the best-qualified candidate we’ve seen, and last but not least, I’m sick of doing these damn interviews. Shall--

And she’s fucking gorgeous, Scott put in, grinning.

Sherry pressed her lips together for a moment before continuing. Shall I go in and tell her the job is hers if she wants it?

* * *

Jennifer sat alone in the conference room, fidgeting. She toyed with her hair, coiling one of her shoulder-length auburn curls around her finger and uncoiling it again. This waiting around was making her tense, and she didn’t like being tense. She took her hand away from her hair and folded both hands on the table in front of her, then immediately unfolded them again, dropping her right hand to her lap. Underneath the table, she gathered up the front of her skirt and then cupped her hand over her crotch, feeling the warmth through her panties. She took a deep breath and smiled. Touching herself always helped her to relax.

She thought about the three people she had just met. In many ways, Sherry was the most interesting of them. She was a tall, slender woman in her forties, dressed in a snug pencil skirt and a black leather vest over a white blouse. The blouse was buttoned all the way up, but Jennifer was sure that Sherry wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. She had small breasts and didn’t really need a bra, and the vest would hide her nipples if they showed through the blouse. But the nicest, most stylish thing about Sherry in Jennifer’s eyes was her hair, which was blonde and cut short and spiky. Jennifer was impressed with Sherry’s self-assurance and natural grace. Despite the punky hairstyle and sexy clothing, Sherry didn’t give the impression of a woman who was trying to look younger than she was. She wore little or no makeup, and had a brisk, no-nonsense way of carrying herself.

As these thoughts passed through her mind, Jennifer glanced down at her own breasts, and made a little puffing sound through her nose. Sure enough, her nipples were very stiff and very noticeable, even through the sturdy bra she’d chosen for today, hoping to look respectable for her job interview. She knew it would only make matters worse, but she couldn’t resist reaching up with her left hand and pinching one nipple and then the other through her clothes. Instantly she felt so good that a little moan came from her parted lips, and she made a nervous glance around the empty room. With her right hand she pressed against the crotch of her panties more firmly, and then she began wiggling her fingers to get the panties out of the way so she could touch herself directly. A moment later a blissful smile spread across her face. The warm, slick folds there were so very wet, and it felt so wonderful to slide her fingers around in all that luxurious wetness.

And then there was Scott, Jennifer mused, picking up her train of thought. He was the youngest of the three, and a handsome man by anyone’s standards. Though not tall, he had an athletic and muscular build, and a way of moving that reminded Jennifer of the football players she’d dated in high school and college. And they had all been such handsome boys, and so nice to her; the memory was a pleasant one that always made Jennifer’s tummy feel warm. Scott had sandy blonde hair that added to his conventional good looks, and a cute habit of combing his fingers through it when he was thinking.

And finally there was Brian. At the moment when Jennifer turned her mind to Brian, her middle finger slipped inside her, and she bit down on her lower lip with a little gasp. Jennifer thought Brian was terribly handsome. He was older, probably in his mid fifties, with gray hair at his temples and a soft baritone voice. He seemed so distinguished, so wise and worldly. To Jennifer he looked like a cross between her father and an ambassador to some important country.