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  1. Office Bets

    You work in an office full of beautiful women. Normally, this is great. Except today you're butt naked. What's worse you have no idea if you'll even have clothes by the end of the day. The only way to get your clothes back is to win them from your coworkers through a series of bets. Succeed and you'll return home with some semblance of dignity. Fail and your situation will go from embarrassing to downright humiliating! Can you beat your coworkers and possibly even turn the tables on them? Or will you succumb to their charms and become the office plaything? Play and find out!

  2. The Office

    A tale of office Lust

  3. Office Opportunities

    You are starting a new job working on the phone, and the office atmosphere seems a little odd.

  4. Office Girl Sarah

    Hook up with the new office girl!

  5. The office

    Dwight becomes omnipotent

  6. The Office

    What would happen if one of the ordinary people at Dunder mifflin like Dwight, Michael or Andy gained a higher power that bends others to their will? Find out here.

  7. Office Bonus

    Working for a new female boss (and with sexy co-workers) has suprising benefits

  8. Office Passion

    There's someone at work whom you've an eye on and as it happens, you're to work with them and lust and boredom is one crazy concoction I will be working on this story continuously until i get bored that is. If you want to add different POVs or people, feel free to add chapters in!

  9. Office Retreat

    You are into a four day retreat with three women, one of whom is your boss. You're sure one of them wants to ask you out, but you haven't seen a reason to say yes yet. Maybe some relationships will be illuminated.

  10. Devil's book

    Only a corrupted one will understand the Master's desire for everyone. My name is Billy Wells, and I am the holder of the "Devil's book" and that's my mom Eva Wells, after the first corruption of my mom everything change and my goal now is to corrupt everyone to be my obedient sex . Billy: Yawnn... It's already 10AM, but I'm still feel tired.. Ava: Billy!! Billy! .. Are you still in your bed? Billy: Yes Mom.. I'm going down, by the way are you going to the market today? Ava: No I don't have time you know I need to be on my way to office at this time. I already told you that you are the one who will go to market today. Billy: Okay mom, I'll be going to the market later anything else you want to add? Ava: Nothing.. I'll be going to my office now and don't forget take out the trash. Going to the market I notice that there's a strange object falling from the sky. Billy: What was that? I rushed in and go to the object that I see and noticed that there's a strange stone or something that's glows. I slowly go near to the object and eventually right in front of me it's a book?

  11. The Temp

    A guy starts a temping job and soon discovers that it's a great opportunity for casual sex

  12. The Hypnotherapist

    I’m a tenacious blonde journalist, determined to expose hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: Dr. Victor Kane, a world-renowned hypnotist whose reputation precedes him. Confident in my skepticism, I strike a bold deal with him—if he can’t hypnotize me to do whatever he wants for as long as he chooses, I’ll use my platform to debunk his craft. But if he succeeds, it’ll prove hypnotherapy’s power and serve as a global advertisement for his industry. I’m certain I’ll win. Under the dim glow of his office, Kane’s voice weaves a spell I can’t resist. I sink into a deep trance, unaware of the command he implants: every time my phone rings, I’ll strip completely naked, no matter where I am, and strut through public spaces with my arms raised high, exposing myself for a full hour. The trigger is unbreakable, etched into my subconscious. The first call comes during a crowded press conference. My phone buzzes, and before I can stop myself, my clothes hit the floor. I parade through the stunned crowd, arms up, body bare, a spectacle for all to see. My colleagues, sensing a viral story, gleefully dial my number during live broadcasts, at galas, in busy city squares—each ring stripping me of dignity as cameras flash and headlines scream. The world watches my humiliation, and my own newsroom profits from the coverage, turning my ordeal into their gain. , I beg Kane to undo the trance. He refuses, his smirk reminding me of our deal. I ditch my phone, but it doesn’t matter—the trigger persists. Any call to my number, from anywhere, sets me off. I strip in parks, malls, even during interviews, leaving my clothes behind as I march naked, helpless, for an hour each time. When the trance lifts, I’m left scrambling, often finding my clothes stolen, forcing me to navigate the city exposed, again and again. The world knows my shame, my career is in tatters, and yet, a strange thrill pulses through me each time I obey the trigger—a secret I can’t admit, even to myself.