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by Electricbull8i

Chapter 1

This a collection of stories, some long some short, of a woman or two going through one of the scenarios shown on the chapter image. All given random characteristics based on the template below Character: Age: Hair: Bush: Height: Body Type: Measurements: Skin Tone: Age ranging...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 6

Becky stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor. The elevator doors shut, and momentarily Becky found herself alone with only her towel wrapped around her. In her mind, Becky ran playback on the multiple nude embarrassments she had already. Although sh...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 5

Lia was scrolling on her phone when the school nurse, Nurse Abernathy, stepped into the campus clinic. Nurse Abernathy already seemed annoyed. The woman was in her late thirties, but the stress of working in medicine, let alone medicine with college students, had clearly taken it...

by splotch

Chapter 4

Melanie is a hipster girl who works at the Coffee Jitter. She sings for the band Uncommon Rose, and her social standing in the local hip music scene is very important to her. She's extremely image conscious, generally wearing hipster clothing along with a nicely padded bra to imp...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 4

Isabel Torres woke up with determination. At twenty-nine, she was tired of being underestimated. She had always been soft-spoken, the kind of person who stayed quiet in meetings even when she had better ideas than half the room. That needed to change. The company was about to cho...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 8

“No,” Isabel said firmly, her arms crossing tighter over her chest. “You’re not taking a selfie.” Victoria blinked, clearly not expecting refusal. Her glossy lips parted, then pressed into a thin, annoyed line. “Wow. Okay. So you don’t trust me?” Her voice held the airy lilt of...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 9

The Lost and Found closet was darker and smaller than Isabel remembered, more like a storage cupboard than a place where useful things might be kept. She flicked on the light, her pulse pounding so hard it made her vision throb. Rows of mismatched items sat piled on a metal shelf...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 10

Isabel decided the elevator was too great a gamble. She could not risk being trapped with someone again, not with her shirt hanging open and nothing but cotton panties beneath it. The stairs felt safer, even if it meant more distance, more exposure, more chances for someone to se...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 11

The stairwell door creaked as Isabel slipped back onto her floor. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the shirt closed across her chest. She herself to move forward, barefoot on the office carpet, each step loud in her own ears. Almost instantly, heads began to tur...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 12

The phone buzzed in Isabel’s trembling hands, the glow of the screen displaying a name that stopped her breath cold: Mr. Kingsley. She hesitated for only a moment before swiping to answer. Her coworkers leaned in from their cubicles, curious, whispering behind their hands. “Hel...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 13

The elevator doors opened with a low groan and Isabel stepped into the dim hush of the parking garage. The air was cooler here, carrying the faint smell of oil and concrete. Her bare feet padded softly against the smooth cement, and she gripped the edges of the shirt tightly, hol...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 9

Ryan tugged carefully at the fabric where it had caught, but the thin cotton only stretched tighter. He tried shifting the angle, slipping a finger between the railing and the seam, but the stubborn snag refused to let go. “This isn’t working,” he muttered, leaning back with a f...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 10

The muffled voices in the stairwell grew louder. Isabel didn’t wait to think. She clutched her arms tightly across her chest, her white cotton bra doing little to preserve her modesty, and bolted down the concrete steps. “Come on,” she hissed, her voice trembling. Ryan fell in...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 11

The footsteps drew closer. Isabel’s heart pounded as she clutched her arms tight across her chest, the thin cotton of her bra doing nothing to comfort her. “The closet,” Ryan whispered urgently, his eyes flicking toward the small janitor’s closet tucked against the wall. Isabel...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 12

Neither Isabel nor Ryan spoke about what happened in the janitor's closet. The touch in the closet hung between them like a spark in the air, but neither dared mention it. Isabel’s cheeks still burned, she was tingling where Ryan’s hand had brushed her pussy. She held her arms ti...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 13

“Alright,” Ryan whispered, poking his head out of the break room door, scanning the hallway. “It looks clear. I can make a run for the lost and found.” Isabel’s arms instinctively crossed over her chest, her bare skin flushed pink from nerves. “And leave me here?” she asked in a...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 14

The door swung open, and Isabel’s worst fear solidified. It wasn’t Ryan. Standing in the doorway was Eve Patterson, head of marketing. Her bright red hair, obviously dyed, framed her sharp, angular face. The tailored blue pantsuit she wore seemed to radiate authority as she step...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 15

Isabel’s mind raced, her pulse pounding so hard she thought she might faint. Eve stood there, calm and collected, her sharp gaze never leaving Isabel’s trembling frame. Every second of silence was unbearable, the weight of Eve’s threat pressing down on her like a vice. “I don’t…...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 16

The door creaked open, and Isabel froze. Her heart leapt into her throat, but when Ryan stepped into the break room, her stomach dropped all over again. His eyes went wide the moment he saw her. For a heartbeat, he stood rooted to the floor, staring. Isabel felt his gaze burn ac...

by typicalpanther

Chapter 17

By the time Ryan and Isabel returned to their floor, Isabel was clinging to the sundress like it was the only tether to her sanity. Every shift of the fabric reminded her of the fact that she had nothing beneath it, her skin brushing against the thin cotton as if mocking her. Ry...