Eileen

By Amy Clifford-LeBaron

t’s seven in the morning on a Tuesday morning, and Eileen was already on her way to her cushy desk job at a local packing company, handling customer issues and insurance claims. She didn’t have to be there until nine, but the struggles of not having a vehicle forced her to leave a lot earlier and get home a lot later in the afternoons. Sitting on the bus watching the city whiz by, she sighed, looking at the other cars on the road with people sitting comfortably in their cocoons, enjoying their morning ride. More than an hour later, she got off and rushed into the building, wanting to get a few things done before the weekly meeting. Ever since she’d started at this company, she’d always tried to make a good impression on the higher ups, a move that pushed her up the ranks to manager today. As she strode over to her desk, she saw one of the other managers, Rick. Ignoring him, she walked by, until he held out his arm to block her.
“Eileen!” he cried out with fake cheeriness. “I knew that was you coming down the hall... nobody else runs quite like you do! It sounded like a stampede coming,” he guffawed loudly. “But why don’t you have a seat? I’m sure running around public transportation all morning must be exhausting.” His eyes glittered with poorly disguised malice and Eileen felt her stomach clench into a tight knot.
“Get a life, Rick. Or better yet, get yourself some ass. You seem frustrated. Scrape together twenty bucks in your little piggy bank and you might be able to do it,” she replied dryly, without even looking at him. He was caught off guard for a moment, then smirked and walked away. Though she hid it well, her whole body was trembling in anger. Rick was one of those guys who always had to knock somebody else down a peg or two in order to make himself feel better. She knew it wasn’t personal, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Clifford-LeBaron
• Release date: May 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311474636

Amy Clifford-LeBaron

I am Amy Clifford-LeBaron, 23 years old and I live in Washington, N.J. I write erotic short stories on the side, while my main occupation is translating and providing content for various websites.

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EILEEN

A Sex-Therapy in Progress

by Amy Clifford-LeBaron

© 2016 John Delto Publishing

Smashwords Edition

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes with multiple partners and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older

Table of Content

Eileen

Dave

At the Salon

An indecent proposal

Belinda and the first kiss

Enter Oscar

At the Satin Cat Club

Rick and the Sex-Therapist

Coming to terms

Imprint

Eileen

It’s seven in the morning on a Tuesday morning, and Eileen was already on her way to her cushy desk job at a local packing company, handling customer issues and insurance claims. She didn’t have to be there until nine, but the struggles of not having a vehicle forced her to leave a lot earlier and get home a lot later in the afternoons. Sitting on the bus watching the city whiz by, she sighed, looking at the other cars on the road with people sitting comfortably in their cocoons, enjoying their morning ride. More than an hour later, she got off and rushed into the building, wanting to get a few things done before the weekly meeting. Ever since she’d started at this company, she’d always tried to make a good impression on the higher ups, a move that pushed her up the ranks to manager today. As she strode over to her desk, she saw one of the other managers, Rick. Ignoring him, she walked by, until he held out his arm to block her.

Eileen! he cried out with fake cheeriness. I knew that was you coming down the hall… nobody else runs quite like you do! It sounded like a stampede coming, he guffawed loudly. But why don’t you have a seat? I’m sure running around public transportation all morning must be exhausting. His eyes glittered with poorly disguised malice and Eileen felt her stomach clench into a tight knot.

Get a life, Rick. Or better yet, get yourself some ass. You seem frustrated. Scrape together twenty bucks in your little piggy bank and you might be able to do it, she replied dryly, without even looking at him. He was caught off guard for a moment, then smirked and walked away. Though she hid it well, her whole body was trembling in anger. Rick was one of those guys who always had to knock somebody else down a peg or two in order to make himself feel better. She knew it wasn’t personal, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Remember, we have the meeting in twenty, he called back to her unnecessarily. Eileen ignored him as she went into her office and shut the door behind her with a loud snap. Sitting at her desk, she took a deep, calming breath before pulling some paperwork out of her desk drawer. In the twenty minutes before the meeting, she entered some data for a few new customers who had small businesses of their own. She could do this with her eyes closed. By twenty past nine, Eileen slowly made her way to the conference room, wondering what fresh hell they had cooked up this week.

Of course, Rick was there, with his perpetual arrogant smirk. This week, the meeting was about potentially expanding their market, advertising in a couple other states to see how it went. Eileen usually never participated, she would just let her mind wander for the forty five or so minutes that the meetings took up. This time, however, Rick decided to interrupt her trance.

So, Eileen, since you handle claims… do you think we should stay more local or go ahead and expand our horizons a bit? he flashed her a charming smile, knowing full well that she had no intention of participating. Asshole, Eileen thought to herself before formulating a decent enough response.

"Well, there are a few claims here and