A series of wishful shorts (Patreon)

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Chris – working for his position

Chris’ work day had been going absolutely amazing so far; no annoying coworkers, no printer malfunctions, he even managed to finish his reports ahead of time. At this rate he might be able to go home without having to do unpaid overtime for once “Chris” unfortunately all good things come to an end, in Chris’ case that end was signaled by the hefty stack of papers that’d slammed into his desk and the gruff voice of his boss barking orders at him “I needed these reports filed yesterday. You have until the end of the day, bring them to me when you are done” Chris just lowered his head and nodded, taking the workload like a good boy. Realistically, what was he supposed to do, say no and get fired? He’d barely beaten some busty bimbo for the position, it was pure luck that HR thought experience in the field mattered over cup sizes, something his boss apparently didn’t agree with; resenting him for stealing the position from his soon-to-be eye candy and more than likely office mistress, something he continuously expressed with impossible workloads and the threat of write-ups over the stupidest of things.

“I just wish he appreciated how much work I put in for this position” Chris muttered, hands reaching for his keyboard to do what he would always do in this exact situation; lock in and get to typing “Huh?” the only flaw in that plan was the sudden doubt creeping into his mind “Where was I supposed to register this again?” petite fingers came to his scalp, scratching recently spawned acrylic nails on the luscious hair that was spreading down his back “This is bad” Chris didn’t even register the changes, he was worried about his own incompetence, how could he forget what program to use for something so basic? Maybe if he leaned in real close to the monitor he could “Aagh!” nope, that just rubbed his sensitive nipples against the desk “Did I forget my bra today?” he wondered, palming at the modest mounds growing on his chest, straining the buttons of his blouse over their soft swells “Well, maybe Mr. Brown knows what to do” with a thought that wouldn’t dare to cross his mind mere minutes ago, Chris stood up unbothered by the high heels wrapped around his feet; cradling the stack of papers against her soft bosom as she made her way towards her boss’ office with a naturally feminine swing.

“Mr. Brown sir. It’s me” she chirped outside his office, voice naturally shy and sweet “Come in” Chris took a deep breath and reached to fix up her now non-existent tie before going in, her fingers setting for unbuttoning her blouse in its stead “What is it this time Ryo?” the secretaries’ posture immediately stiffened upon entering the office, not even registering the sudden change of her name “I– I don’t know where to file these report thingies sir, I’m sorry for bothering you” she chose to stare at the ground over the face probably fuming at her incompetence, focusing on the dark stockings highlighting her toned legs to soothe her nerves. Instead of a scolding though, Ryo was met with a sigh “It’s fine just put the papers over there, but you know the drill Ryo, you can’t slack off in this office. So make yourself useful since I’m going to do all of your work.” Ryo’s eyes lit up, this was a perfect chance to redeem herself and offered by none other than her super kind boss! Her pencil skirt immediately dropped to the floor, followed by her knees and palms as she crawled towards the man responsible for her salary, time was of the essence, and she couldn’t afford to lose any of it right now “Yes sir, I’ll do my best!” shaky hands came to fiddle with the man’s zipper, out of fear or excitement she couldn’t really tell until her boss’ cock finally sprung free, flooding her nostrils with its potent scent – it was excitement alright “Like this?” her lips brushed against the glands, landing a tentative kiss on it before pulling off it just as quick, savoring the musk sticking to her – it was actually kind of a nice flavor, not as repugnant as she had thought at least “Mmhu Mm” again her lips came down to kiss the tip, peppering kisses around its rim much to the delight of the man attached to it.

“Open up honey” Ryo stopped her worship to obey the order, her mouth instantly propping open to welcome an immediate stuffing by the same cock she had been kissing “Ghhah~” she relaxed her throat around the invading member, savoring the salty taste assaulting her tongue “Mmphh~” her head started to bob along his length, determined to satisfy the boss properly. Running her tongue around his corona to dig up the sweat sticking to his skin, stopping only to probe his urethra for any prematurely escaping liquids “Just like that Ryo” pride swelled through her chest opening up her devoted eyes to register every twitch and groan of the man writhing with each pass of her tongue, for once it made Ryo so happy to see her boss appreciate her efforts, and so she dove in nose deep determined to show him why she was chosen for the position.

John – at least one

“Dude, why are the streets so empty? Where is a guy supposed to find himself a gal in this day and age?!” John just sighed at his friend’s ramblings, strapped to the copilot seat as Mark drove through every shady backstreet in their neighborhood, intent on finding their singular prize – a hooker. Why had he even agreed to this, one minute he was trauma dumping on Mark about how his girlfriend broke up with him and the next he was being dragged to the road on the promise that some service from a ‘nice lady’ would cheer him up. It was a nice gesture really, however misguided it might have been, but if Mark was so interested in buying him attention he could’ve just taken him to the nearest strip club “Look Mark, I am fine. Let’s just head back and burn some time on the five, okay?” those words brought Mark’s car to a stop, parking it on the side of some decrepit looking alley “Yeah, I’m sorry man. I was just trying to cheer you up, wish I could’ve found at least one escort tonight, but I guess our town is too nice for sex workers or something.”

John just answered with an awkward chuckle, staring out of the window while tugging at a pair of jeans that seemed fuller than usual, the denim outlining the plumpness of his legs with a constrictive squeeze of his curves ‘Geez am I getting fatter?’ one delicately painted nail came down to feel up his leg, squeezing into a meaty thigh barely covered by the hem of a dress that used to be his jeans, now skin tight and exquisitely displaying his curvy lower body ‘Must be this dress’ John regret her fashion choices for the night, attempting to smooth down the fabric, something increasingly difficult with the sizable breasts sprouting right under her nose and obstructing her vision ‘Move girls!’ she silently cursed at the melon sized pair, shifting her taut neckline into place with a hefty jiggle of her cleavage, something her client certainly did not miss “Everything alright miss?” Yuki’s eyes shot up from her clothing issues, almond eyes settling on her client with predatory interest “Oh it’s just this dress, way too tight for Yuki’s boobies~” she dragged out her purr through a practiced accent, flipping her luscious hair back while an arm came to hug the underside of her breasts, pushing her abundant cleavage up and over the thin line of her dress “You help Yuki, right? Pleaseeee~” she cooed, breasts squished atop her seat.

“H–how much?” Mark’s stuttered answer brought a smile to her face, she never quite understood why her clients loved the stupid Asian girl facade, but it clearly worked “$600” well, it worked if her client had the money in the first place “I– don’t have that, but–” Yuki didn’t even let poor Mark finish, stepping off the car and slamming the door in his face “Broke boy” mocking him with perfect English and a middle finger before strutting off with indignated steps. She hated dumbasses like him, picking her up even when she is clearly too expensive for them. Maybe she should just start an OnlyFans like her bestie did, seemed awfully easier than finding a man worthy of her time in those streets.

Robert – one of the lucky girls

“Isn’t this supposed to be a hostess bar? Where are all the waitresses?!” Robert nearly spit into his drink with Richard’s outburst, downing the rest of it to accompany his clearly fucked up friend into a drunken stupor “Man I just wish I could get lucky with one of these girls” that particular line made Robert burst into full on laughter “These girls are here for your money not your limp dick dude!” hitting the table in rhythm with his cackling until his clumsy drumming managed to tumble a glass over the edge “Oh shit” soaking his shirt in sticky cold beer “Fuck, I need to go clean this, order us more rounds man”

The man that excited the booth was already quite different from Robert’s usual silhouette. He walked with a swing to a set of hips that shouldn’t be capable of childbirth, stocked in a skirt that could get him confused for a girl if his bulge wasn’t proudly poking against the lace covering it “God it stinks in here” the effeminate man barged into the puke covered bathroom, checking her cute ribbon adorned top on the mirror in search of the offending stain, though she found nothing but the soft swell of cleavage peeking from under her shirt “Oh my god!” she shrieked, leaning onto the mirror for a better view of the impossible image reflected on it – Her makeup was all messed up! “I cannot go out there like this” reaching into a bag that wasn’t there when she entered the bathroom, Robert pulled out her favorite brand of lipstick and immediately put it to work around her lips. Painting the soft curves in a glossy red that would certainly stain the skin of a lucky client tonight, next came her makeup; tracing her eyes in her favorite tone of pink, puffing up her cheeks with an exaggerated blush and topping it off with some cutesy stickers for good measure “Mimi get out of there! That’s not even the girls' bathroom you ditz!” the voice of her coworker came through the door “Oopsies~” thankfully just in time to avoid any misunderstandings.

“You are a total klutz girl, here take this to booth 13” Mimi just giggled in response, grabbing a tray of beers from her coworker and skipping off to serve her table “Helloooo My name is Mimi and I’ll be your drinks gal tonight” she dragged the cutesy greeting upon opening the booth, finding one half conscious Richard inside, drinking himself to death alone on a Friday night “He– hick” the girl giggled at the man’s lousy attempt at a greeting, rejoiced after being assigned to a client already drunk out of his mind, it made it much easier to coax the next part out of him “You look so rough, poor thing~” she settled right beside him, sneaking a hand under his trousers and around a member hard and neglected by the touch of femminity “Mimi can make you feel good, would you want that eeextra service~” drunken Richard only nodded at the girl stroking his cock, unaware that she would be the reason he’d need to find a loan to pay back the establishment the next morning “Okay, just relax nice and easy for me~”

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Hello! Apologies for the wait, I intended for this to come out some days ago but I had trouble finishing it, at some point I decided that a third person perspective fit the narrative of the shorts format better and it is a perspective that I just find quite ackward to write in. With that I hope that, if not well written, these short stories are atleast entertaining. Do tell if you'd like to see more stories straying from the usual second person narrative, I'm always willing to gain more writing experience if you like them. Anyway that's all, see ya on the next one : ) - TheShack

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