Pink Corruption: An Institute Tale

By Lyka Bloom

When Lady B starts a website highlighting her students from the Pink Institute, two vice detectives arrive to investigate claims of prostitution. When one of the detectives, a young woman named Dana Collier, challenges Lady B, the sultry Mistress decides to change the detective's outlook on life and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: May 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310028809

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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PINK CORRUPTION: AN INSTITUTE TALE

by Lyka Bloom

PINK CORRUPTION: AN INSTITUTE TALE

First Edition. May 22, 2014 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2014 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

The beginning of any new venture was always exciting, mused Lady B, strolling through the new office with Aurora as her guide. She liked seeing the sexy shemale's hips swing in the tight, leopard-print skirt she wore. So enraptured by her creation's assets was she that she found herself in the midst of expectant silence as her administrator and preferred lover stared at her awaiting an answer.

I'm sorry, hon, what did you say? I have to admit, I was thinking of slipping that skirt off you and having you right here.

As much as I would love that, Aurora purred, we really should focus on business.

It was rare that Aurora turned down an offer from Lady B, but she had been tasked with guiding the Pink Institute's newest venture, and she had no intention of letting her gorgeous benefactor down. Still, as Aurora stared into Lady B's wide blue eyes, she could hardly resist. Lady B had chosen a more professional ensemble than usual, which only meant the delicious shecock ordinarily on display was hidden beneath a black pencil skirt. If she looked closely, Aurora could almost see the bulge it made.

The rest of her outfit was no less seductive. The pink, long-sleeved blouse she wore was semi-sheer, revealing the lack of a bra beneath and suggesting a shadow of her nipples. Her legs were wrapped in fishnets of a matching pink shade and the black platforms Lady B wore gave her an inch on Aurora, who had 4-inch heels on herself. She could almost feel Lady B's curved nails digging into the flesh of her hips as the tip of her phallus slid between her cheeks and-

Who's daydreaming now?

Aurora snapped back to the present, unsurprised to find that her own cock had swollen and threatened to rise under her smart business skirt.

Sorry, Lady B. You know you have that effect on me.

We'll see how much of an effect later.

Lady B sat heavily in an office chair left behind by the former tenants and surveyed her new purchase. It was in dire need of a cleaning, loose paper left over by the previous occupants littering the aisles between cubicles, and cabling for computers and other electronics dangled limply from the walls and ceiling tiles. It was less an office than a ghost town, and Lady B was having difficulty seeing what the office space could become. The whole enterprise had been Aurora's idea, a way to reach out virtually to a whole new clientele, she had said.

"The Pink Spy could be the most lucrative part of our business. For anyone who can't come to the Pussycat or the Institute, it's a way to interact with our staff and explore some of their more unusual desires."

Lady B had been too enamored with Aurora's eager attentions to dissuade her from her pet project and had agreed even as Aurora's wet lips slid down Lady B's shaft. It was, Lady B believed, the best way to conduct business.

It looks like a dump, Lady B said, though not without mirth.

"For now. Now imagine we lose three of every four cubicles. That still gives us room for ten workspaces. We build up the walls a little, add some soundproofing and a bed, some decorations, and suddenly we have ten bedrooms