Post-it
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Flash Story: I understand they don't teach handwriting in schools these days. A lost art? What would the world be like if no one could read cursive?
Caution: This Flash Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Oral Sex Illustrated .
As district sales manager, it was appropriate for me to take new-hires out to introduce them to the clients. Amanda Peters was so young, so unabashedly sexy, that I was fighting a hard-on half the morning. Her easygoing charm captivated me, and by lunchtime we were chatting like old friends—or father and daughter. The clients liked her, too. Several placed unexpectedly substantial orders.
We returned to the office after closing. “Do you mind if we go in?” Amanda asked. “I have to get a few things.”
At her desk, after switching her heels for running shoes, Amanda asked if it would be okay if she made a quick stop at the ladies’ room. “I’ll just wait for you here,” I said, sitting in her guest chair.
Amanda’s desk, unlike mine, was neat and tidy but, she’d only been with the firm a week—not much time for a mess. Then I noticed something on the floor. A Post-It note. I picked it up.
$100 if you suck my cock.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.