Cynthia Sax, $0.99
Contemporary Erotica, 2015
Now here’s a startlingly original story: an assistant of a “powerful”, rich CEO gets bum rushed into true love. John Powers – remember, he’s the powerful one – is cold and talks like he’s looking down at people from a million feet above sea level, and being barked at about his missing laundry and appointment dates makes personal assistant Trella Grant so randy. So much so that her nipples don’t just stand at attention from just his scolding over the phone, she gets an orgasm just from sitting on his office massage chair. I wish I’m joking.
I move the lever in the armrest to vibrate. “Oh my God,” I moan, the chair rubbing against all of the right spots.
“Are you okay, Grant?”
“I’m fine, sir,” I lie. I’m not fine at all. I’m shamelessly aroused by my boss’ kinky chair. The leather smells of his musky cologne. I’ve heated the seat to match his body temperature. The friction against my cloth-covered pussy is divine.
Wait, is she straddling the chair or something?
I can release my inhibitions and not worry about being caught. No one will know. I grind into the vibrating seat, branding the leather with my scent, my wetness. My boss won’t realize it’s my pussy he smells tomorrow.
Good lord. Where can I get such a chair, by the way? Just asking for a friend.
I grit my teeth, pushing myself farther, demanding extra, more stringent with my body than my boss would ever be. My passion builds until I can’t take one more thrust, one more second of delicious torment, my need stretched agonizingly tight.
Good for her. Now tell me, why does she need that man again, when she could have just purchased that damned chair? Glue a vibrator to the seat and it’d be the perfect boyfriend.
Anyway, he catches her humping away at Mr Kinky Chair, and proceeds to demonstrate that there is at least one thing that chair can’t do for her: spanking. Yawn.
The Good Assistant is down and dirty where it counts the most, and for a work of erotic fiction, that means it has done its job well. The heroine isn’t just the obligatory feisty sort, she is willing to go all out in the nasty department, and again, that’s great. This story has a fun, filthy vibe and, because it is meant to titillate, this is good.
And then the hero shows up, and things get boring fast as the story becomes another generic tale of a feisty miss who yearns to be dominated by a boring stereotypical billionaire boss. Can Thanos please zap this guy out of existence so that it’s just Trella and the chair? Now that is a fine story.