Casual Friday

By H. K. Kiting

Money and power don't mean a thing against rope, chains, and duct tape.

Getting into the company was easier than Clarissa ever thought possible. Getting rid of the secretary was a breeze. Gaining access to the high-powered executive suite went smoothly.

Soon she stood before Paul, in his luxurious corner office, with a bag full of bondage gear.

When she undresses in front of him, he decides to have his way with her.

The tables quickly turn when he finishes, and she dominates him, putting her kinky supplies to full use. How far will she go when she has him totally helpless?

This straight erotica tale contains face sitting, oral sex, bondage, domination, breath control, and role play.

• Language: English
• Publisher: H. K. Kiting
• Release date: Aug 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516324170

H. K. Kiting

H. K. Kiting is an erotica writer with dozens of titles that he has shared with the world. While dabbling in straight erotica, he specializes in gay erotica with a kinky twist. When he isn't writing, he enjoys doing "research," spending time with his husband, reading, and working out.

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Casual Friday

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

CASUAL FRIDAY

First edition. August 25, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 H. K. Kiting.

ISBN: 978-1516324170

Written by H. K. Kiting.

Casual Friday

H. K. Kiting

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Casual Friday

It was a beautiful fall day in the city, without a cloud in the perfect blue sky. Clarissa took a deep breath of fresh air and walked into the lobby of the Odessa Building. She looked like she belonged there and blended in perfectly with the people coming and going. She was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with snug fitting jeans. They accentuated her slim figure and drew more than one pair of eyes in her direction as she approached the main elevators.

Both guards at the security station in the middle of the lobby turned her way and watched her pass. She flashed them a friendly smile. One of the guards returned the smile and tipped his cap in her direction. The other one just gawked at her like a high-school senior watching a cheerleader. Judging from his apparent age, he might have been doing that just a few months ago. He didn’t look older than eighteen; handsome and built like an athlete. She winked at him. He blushed and looked down, pretending to investigate something on the computer monitor in front of him. It was the cutest thing she had seen so far today.

She had wondered if the bag she had over her shoulder would arouse any suspicions. It was an oversized leather purse, much larger than a woman would normally carry. Luckily, the guards seemed more interested in checking out her ass.

So far so good, she thought, adjusting the weight on her shoulder. The damn thing was too heavy. She stepped up behind a pair of men in dress slacks and polo shirts who were looking up at the countdown display above one of the elevators. They’d already pushed the up button next to the silver doors and seemed eager for it to arrive.

Do you think that cunt from Habenston is going to be there? One of them asked without looking at the other.

Jesus fucking Christ, I hope not! That bitch will fuck up the whole damn thing, came the reply.

Well, we haven’t seen her in person. Maybe she’s not that bad.

After talking to her on the phone, I hope I never see her in person.

"Okay. But we’re going to have