Amy’s Show

Amy couldn’t stop checking her iPhone anxiously every five minutes. She was running out of time to get things done and she was starting to fret. It was imperative that everything was perfect tonight. It wasn’t every day that her sexy, hardworking boyfriend Josh turned thirty!

She had spent the entire day cleaning the apartment, in-between waxing her legs and waiting for her tan to dry. She’d also found time to make lasagne and buy a six pack of Josh’s favourite beer. The dinner table had been moved to right in front of the TV where she had hooked up the hard drive full of all of Josh’s favourite shows. It had taken a long time too! Amy hated dealing with technology; she preferred to leave it all up to Josh.

While being a domestic goddess she had somehow managed to apply makeup, style her hair and wriggle into her expensive French lingerie; the black and purple number he had bought her last Christmas. Over the top she was wearing a blue dress that showed off her teeny tiny waist and generous curves. Her legs were as smooth and soft as they had ever been and she’d even managed to get them to have that subtly shiny look the women always had in razor advertisements.

Tonight was all about Josh and whatever Josh wanted, but she had a little surprise in mind too.

Josh sat in his office, waiting for the clock to tell him to go home, feeling pretty glum about turning thirty. He was starting to think that maybe his best years were already behind him and from here on out his life would feel like one milestone after the other on the ultimate path to death. It was a cheery sort of thing to think about.

A part of Josh hoped that going home to Amy would make him feel better about the occasion but another part wanted to avoid going home at all. Amy was sure to be making a big deal out of this. She had probably invited his entire family over for dinner, as well as all of their closest friends. He would be expected to smile and laugh and nod graciously at all their well wishes while secretly hating himself on the inside.

Josh couldn’t be blamed for being concerned either. Amy had a habit of going all out on special occasions. The parties were always too big and too loud with too many people, not to mention the expense. Josh was a homebody while Amy liked to get out and be part of the scene. Usually it worked out fine, except on birthdays, when one was bound to over or under whelm the other.

Finally the office started packing up for the evening and Josh grabbed his briefcase and headed to the train. But on the way to the platform Josh paused, standing outside his favourite bar for after work drinks. After a moment of hesitation he decided to head inside and buy himself a couple of birthday rounds.

A couple of birthday rounds are a terrible idea when you’re already feeling shit about your birthday. Two rounds quickly became five and within the hour Josh was well and truly intoxicated. Not ordinarily much of a talker, he could be found deeply engaged in conversation with the bar tender, discussing the meaning of his life.

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An Autumn’s Day

Marsha sighed contently as she inhaled deeply, the briskness of the autumn air searing the insides of her nostrils with its cool crispness. Marsha absolutely adored this time of year, preferring its brisk temperatures and kaleidoscope of red, yellow and gold to the sweat filled days of summer. Within the past week, the summer had finally given up its hold in the face of autumn’s persistent claim and Marsha had welcomed the seasonal change with open arms. She had always shied away from lingering outdoors during the sweltering days of the summertime but once this particular work week had drawn to a close she had decided to spend as much of the weekend as she could far from the inside of her bottom floor apartment.

Marsha leaned back against the weathered wood of the park bench she had strolled by earlier that morning during her foray into nearby Lover’s Cove Park. She had spent most the day meandering through the winding trails and past the park’s secluded groves, aptly named in lieu of the numerous couples she had seen cuddled up next to each other upon park benches or wrapped tightly within each other’s arms as they lay together on picnic blankets. Marsha smiled wistfully at a couple further up the trail from where she was sitting, their intimate embrace and inability to pull their gazes away from each other a bittersweet sight for Marsha to see. Her last relationship had ended in tears and regret; six years of what she had thought would be a prelude for many more to come leaving her bereft and alone. Over the past handful of weeks however Marsha had rallied her fractured self-respect and had made more of an attempt to enjoy the world outside of the admittedly melancholic thoughts that had recently taken over her mind.

Marsha sighed and squeezed her light blue eyes tightly shut as she willed her thoughts away from the hurtful memories of Kendra. The young lovers’ intertwined arms and the way in which the woman laid her head upon the young man’s shoulder reminding Marsha of how much Kendra had loved to wrap her arms and legs tightly around her torso so that the warmth of her body and the sweet perfume of her sleek black hair would waft around her, Marsha’s heart thumping happily and a smile spreading her lips wide as Kendra rested her cheek contently against her chest. With a strangled groan Marsha stood up abruptly, her fingers digging into the clenched palms of her hands as she hurried away into the beckoning trees, her feet falling upon a trail that she had yet to explore in her desire, right or wrong, to distance herself from the happy couple disappearing behind her.

 

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Punishment

“Caren! I need that paperwork faxed over to the Davidsons’ office immediately.”

“As you wish, Mr. Norton.” Caren Archer never had an issue waiting on Brett Norton hand and foot since it was such an envied job among the other female employees that worked on his floor. Not only was he the most dedicated, hardworking businessman; he was the best eye candy a secretary could ask for. She felt gifted to be graced with his gorgeous body in the long hours the position required because she hoped that one day all of her achievements would be noticed by him.

Brett Norton was the untouchable thirty-six year old SEO to a tech company that barely gave the girls in the office the time of day. At first, many thought he was gay because his attention would mainly be on the men on the floor, but everyone soon found out that he was just focused on prospering in his career. One would think that he would be the type to lose his cool if things didn’t go his way, but he was oddly collected and calm when it came to stressful situations. Many wondered how a man of his status could stay content and balanced even with all the responsibilities on him constantly, but he handled everything without breaking a sweat.

While Caren gathered the files for Mr. Norton, she watched him move around his office with an air of sophistication, trying to grasp how he was able to work the hours he did and still remain looking gorgeous as ever. She often found herself staring at his captivating chocolate eyes and imagined how touching his sun-kissed skin would feel, but she knew to keep everything professional, regardless of the way her fantasies ran wild the minute he came into view. No matter how bad she wanted him to see her as more than just his assistant, she was too shy and reserved to act on her desires.

Aside from that fact, Caren didn’t have much of an issue showing off her curvy build in tight pencil skirts or her busty chest, which she made sure to keep her blouses unbuttoned enough for her cleavage to show. She knew she was blessed with her mother’s genes and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt every now and then, but her main focus was always on her job duties so that she was always better than the day before; a trait that Mr. Norton often noted that he admired in her. Only today, she wasn’t feeling as up to par as usual and it was beginning to take a toll on her work performance.

Recently, her attendance had been more necessary for Mr. Norton because he was in between two clients that he wanted to have for his company and he was willing to do just about anything to get their respective business, even if it meant overworking Caren to an extent she wasn’t expecting. He explained to her during her interview that he would need her to be available at all times since his position was very demanding and she understood that without a problem, but she didn’t think that would mean her job duties would cut into her much needed sleeping hours as well. It had been three weeks and she had only banked around twenty hours of sleep all together, but she was terrified of what he would think of her if she mentioned that she needed a break.

“Caren!” Mr. Norton slammed his hand against the wall of the copy room and caused her to jump back, which also makes the papers in her hands fall around her. “I told you I needed that paperwork faxed almost ten minutes ago!”

Flustered, she gathered the forms up from the floor, trying her best to organize them in a small amount of time, and turned to him with a sullen expression. “My apologies, Mr. Norton.” She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and smoothed out her skirt. “It won’t happen again.”

He didn’t say anything else to her as he acknowledged her statement and left without a word, leaving her standing there with a puzzled expression on her face. That was the thing with Brett Norton as well; he never commented back to his employees after his demand was heard. Other than being intimidating, it was a trait that made him all the more mysterious and attracting; a lose but a win. Just when Caren thought her chance to impress him was going to happen, something always knocked her ten steps back, and it seemed impossible to ever leave her mark on him.

 

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