The Intern and Other Stories

By Alexe Andrewes, Carla Croft and Leigh Clark

This erotic collection from House of Erotica brings together three hot tales of passion and sensual pleasure by three of House of Erotica's top-selling authors!

Don't miss out on this exclusive anthology of steamy short tales. The stories include The Intern by Alexe Andrewes, Paula - The Jazz Hotel by Carla Croft and The Biggest Banana in Florida by Leigh Clark.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Apr 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781782348818

Book preview

1988.

The Intern

By Alexe Andrewes

The intern wasn’t very good. In fact, he was more of a liability than an asset in some ways, Djamilla admitted to herself. He wasn’t engaged by his work. She thought he was a writer or something similar, a bookish type. She often saw him stooped over the review page of a newspaper in the office between assignments. In a year or two he would have left the City and found something closer to his true interests.

She was sitting on a bench in one of the small lawns near Chancery Lane, the legal district of London, eating her lunch. Usually she ate at her desk but today she wanted some fresh air and she had just seen the intern walk past, not noticing her because he was reading a book while he walked.

Last week she had noticed him in the yard behind the office, seated on a pipe eating his sandwiches and reading a book. She could see the book was of poems. Poems. Who reads poems, she wondered. He does, apparently. But he was always polite and helpful, never got involved in office politics. He didn’t possess any competitiveness. That made him pleasant to be around. He was like a panda, sweet but ultimately doomed to extinction. She had caught the intern looking at her figure, but then there were few men in the office who didn’t look at her figure.

Djamilla’s face was pretty rather than distinguished, hair black, skin not dark for a Sri Lankan. Her figure was individual and attractive. Her legs were shapely and her butt firm. She had a bit of a belly but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Djamilla knew her tits were superb: large enough to jiggle when she walked, pointing apart. She often came to work with a camisole rather than a bra under her blouse, to allow her breasts movement. They felt spring-loaded, bouncy and pert. Men (and women) couldn’t help noticing her breasts. In such a stuffy, restricted environment as the law offices, men could hardly say or do anything inappropriate (at least, in general situations) but she could see their eyes. She knew that her bust fascinated men and she enjoyed the attention. The only thing she didn’t have was height but high heels brought her to the lower range of average female height.

She was pleased with her voice, as it had a distinctive husky timbre, especially when she was ovulating. She had narrowed her accent and widened her vocabulary to a conventional Oxford graduate’s, putting behind her the broader vowels of her school days in the north of England.

Now here she was in this melting pot of the metropolis, where all races, types and classes mixed. You could find anything you wanted, if you knew where to look. A lover had once taken her to a sex club. He had tied her up a few times in bed and she wasn’t averse to this, though