B.D. Scrivener on Utopia Stories Library

Executive Privilege

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Something had to be done about Dominique Steele, and Harry Nickles had to do it.

As the CEO of MarketTech, Harry was responsible for controlling his vice president of sales. True, Dominique’s take-no-prisoners approach had not only kept Harry’s mid-sized software company alive, it had given MarketTech a respectable market share in an industry where the big dogs ruled and the little pups knocked each other out fighting over the table scraps.

Off-Key Solo

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Blake was an asshole, Regina told herself once again. That’s what made it so thrilling.

Blake was the sales manager for PicoTech, a strutting rooster risen from the cold calls and deadbeat accounts to become the company’s golden boy, all before he turned forty. He’d been after Regina for two years, ever since she was hired to whip accounts receivable into shape. He brought in the business, Blake loved to tell her, and she made sure they paid up. It was a match made on the balance sheet, so why didn’t they combine their assets?

Service Call

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jessica struggled a long time before sagging in her bonds. The bedroom darkened by degrees as the sun set outside her window. She sighed into her sopping gag.

Her arousal made her aware of every sensation: The tight cord squeezing each bulging breast, the ache of her widely stretched legs and of course the unremitting rope, hard as steel, that burrowed into her pussy. She longed to scratch the many itches that were driving her to distraction. She still felt the bite of the lash across her generous haunches. Jessica hung her head as the day’s events unfolded in her mind once more.