Chapter 1: Introduction
Amber Brown strode down the avenue, her sharp features hidden under a pair of dark glasses and a scarf wrapped around her hair. She had to squint up at the sun—the damned sunlight finally showing its face after a week of relentless, soul-crushing rain—but she was used to keeping her eyes on the clustered buildings that lined the street.
Office workers scurried out of the sidewalk cafés, clutching foam cups of espresso with white-knuckled hands, revving themselves up for the afternoon’s work.
The air buzzed with the unique hum of downtown life, and Amber, ever serious and professional, fit right in with the rest of the crowd.
But her thoughts weren’t on the work that awaited her back at the office. No, they were still seething with the injustices she’d had to endure just this morning.
Stacy. She hadn’t been there for a week, but it felt like a lifetime.
Stacy, the intern that Amber had been hesitant to take on in the first place, had already caused enough havoc in the office to last a month.
Amber gritted her teeth, digging her hands into her coat pockets. The twenty-three-year-old—with her long, wild red hair and voluptuous figure—strolled through the office as if she owned the place. Men trailed after her like lost puppies.
With a sigh, Amber shook her head. She’d had high hopes for Stacy.
Amber had imagined an eager, driven young woman who would eagerly soak up everything her boss could teach her, determined to rise in the ranks just as Amber had so many years ago.
But instead, Stacy seemed more interested in flirting with the men in the office and generally causing chaos wherever she went. Amber had spent her lunch breaks strategizing on how to deal with the troublesome intern—which had all come to ahead earlier that morning. As Amber began to run a meeting on the company's finances over the course of the previous quarter, she quickly realized that Stacy as well as one of her junior accounts were nowhere to be found. Resolving to find the two, Amber had immediately left the conference room and began scouring the office, and it wasn't long after that she'd found them in the mailroom, tongues shoved down each other's throat.
Amber had quickly put a stop to it, her voice dripping with venom.
"If you're gonna keep acting like a slut instead of student, Stacy, then you can consider this internship done and any chance of getting any sort of a recommendation from me or ANYONE at this company gone" she'd snapped at the girl.
Stacy, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, had stared back at Amber defiantly, her green eyes flashing. "Fine by me, Amber – I never liked you anyway." She'd turned on her heel, her red curls whipping around, and stomped out of the mailroom, leaving Amber alone with the accountant.
Which was how Amber ended up down the street trying to ease her mind during her lunch break.
She took a deep breath, the air still damp from the recent rain, and decided to duck into a nearby coffee shop.
She ordered her usual black coffee, took a sip, and gazed out the window. Across the street, she spotted Stacy waltzing down the sidewalk, her red hair snaking around her shoulders. And just as Amber was starting to calm down, she remembered something.
Stacy's eyes flashing into hers just before she left the mailroom.
"I never liked you anyway."
The words flung around in Amber's mind, and she frowned.
She had no idea why Stacy despised her so much, but she couldn't help the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that the intern was trying to make her life a living hell.
Shaking her head, Amber took another sip of her coffee and watched as Stacy disappeared into the crowd.
Little did she know, the battle between them had only just begun.
That night, after everyone else in the office had gone home, Stacy snuck back into the building, her heart pounding with excitement.
She slipped into her cubicle and began rummaging through her bag, pulling out a small, leather-bound book and a few candles.
She set up her workspace quickly and efficiently, her fingers trembling only slightly as she lit the candles and opened the book to the marked page. Her lips moved silently as she read the passage aloud, her tone low and hypnotic.
The words twisted through the air, filling the cubicle with a musty, heavy scent as they flowed into a single hair of Amber's that she was focusing her energy onto.
Stacy's heart raced as she felt the power surge through her, and she savored the moment before the incantation was complete. When she finished, her eyes remained closed, a content smile crossing her lips as she felt the energy dissipate around her.
She stood up slowly, smiling as she scanned the dark office, the glow from her candles casting eerie shadows across her face.
"Alright Amber, let's see who's the slut now" the witch said with a cackle as she began gathering up her supplies.
Across the city, at Amber's upscale apartment, something strange was happening to the young middle manager.
As she prepared a late dinner, she found herself daydreaming about the muscular arms of the delivery man who constantly came up to her floor and the soft laugh of the IT guy she'd caught flirting with Stacy in the break room.
Amber shrugged off the unusual thoughts and focused on cutting the tomatoes for her salad.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to think about her co-workers, at least not beyond the occasional admiration of their work ethic. But this was different. She could feel the thoughts in her brain like a song stuck on repeat.
As she boiled water for her pasta, she glanced at her reflection in the window. She felt strange. Flushed, maybe? She didn’t feel unwell, just…confused. How come she'd never noticed how fit Brad in sales was? Or the way Steve from HR smiled at her whenever they passed each other at the coffee station? As the thoughts continued to swirl in her head, Amber's mind drifted to guy she'd gone on a date with the previous week. He was handsome sure, but back then Amber had considered the man to be far too much of a meathead for her liking, him utterly failing to match her academically, and when he'd suggested they go home together that'd been the last straw. Now, however, as Amber reflected on it, she found her perspective changing.
She considered the way he moved, the muscles flexing beneath the crisp dress shirt he wore. He had a charming, disarming smile that made her want to lean in and hear his voice close to her ear. His voice was so deep.
Amber found herself imagining the sound of it as she stood in her kitchen, the pasta now forgotten on the stove.
She took another look at herself in the mirror, trying to shake the strange feelings that had been plaguing her since lunch. She leaned in, inspecting her pores, running her finger along her jawline. She had always been very attentive to her appearance, and she prided herself on her polished, professional look. But tonight, she felt... kind of slutty. She looked closer at her reflection. She really did have a nice body.
Amber's mind couldn't stop her thoughts from lingering on the way her blouse accentuated her curves, and a little smile formed on her lips as she tugged at the tie around her neck. She wore suits at work every day—it made her feel powerful, but for once, she longed to wear something more feminine and alluring. She quickly took off her tie and blazer and undid the top handful of buttons on her blouse, deciding she liked the look. "Wow, I never noticed how big my tits are" she muttered, as she looked at them.
They were certainly ample. Amber had sported F cups ever since she was in high school.
They'd been the target of many a lewd comment and the object of many a fantasy. Yet, tonight, she felt newfound confidence in them. With the new style she was wearing her blouse in you could see the tops of her bra cups peeking out above the neckline.
She was showing A LOT of cleavage, and she liked it. "How come I never show them off?
I fucking love these things," Amber whispered to herself as she turned side to side, admiring her full breasts. She looked back on the way she'd been critical of her date clearly oogling her body, her perspective entirely different this time.
How could she judge him for his desires when she herself was now feeling the same thing? She had huge titties, it wasn't his fault for staring, she thought to herself.
She reached up and cupped them in her hands, giving them a little squeeze. A small moan escaped her lips as she felt her nipples harden beneath her blouse.
"Fuck, these things are so sensitive," she whispered, feeling herself getting turned on by her own touch. Suddenly, she remembered that she'd never actually gotten around to deleting his number off her phone.
She pulled out her phone and quickly scrolled through her contacts until she found his name. Before she could talk herself out of it, she hit the "call" button.
She listened as the phone rang, her heart beating faster and faster.
"Hello?" His voice was warm and inviting, just as she remembered.
"Hey, it's Amber." She cringed as she said her name, feeling like a horny teenager calling him up for the first time.
"Hey, Amber. It's good to hear from you. Gotta admit, you took a little longer to call than I thought you would, most women can't last a week, but I knew you'd call eventually baby, they always do" he said, his voice dripping with cockiness, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Um, yeah, um I just wanted to, um, catch up on things" she stuttered, turning red as a tomato, her nipples pressing harder against the satin fabric of her blouse.
"Well baby, I'm free tonight if you wanted to meet me somewhere casual" he said, his tone lowering to a playful growl.
Amber's breath hitched at the suggestion, and she nodded even though he couldn't see her. "Uh, yeah, that'd be great. Here, how about the bar on 7th? 'The Pink Cheetah?'" she said, quickly rattling off the name of the closest bar.
He laughed on the other of the phone "oh, that place is great, I swear every bimbo in town goes there. Don't wear the same business bullshit you did on our date though, I want you looking good for me, doll" he said with a snicker, his condescension evident in his tone.
Amber felt a pang of anger in her chest but pushed it away, feeling herself eager for his approval. Her heart was racing as he agreed to the meeting spot, and a small smile formed on her lips.
"Alright baby, see you there. Don't be late," he said before clicking off the phone.
Amber took several deep breaths as she started getting ready for her date with Chad. At first, she was finding difficulty finding anything that she thought would satisfy him, going through outfit after boring outfit as she threw them to the floor. As she was about to give up, however, she remembered an old outfit one of her college roommates had gotten her as a joke.
It was a tight leather skirt that barely covered her ass, paired with a sequined black halter top. Amber had never had the occasion to wear it, but something about the way the phone call had made her feel made her pull it on. She took a critical look at her reflection in the mirror and gasped. She looked like a completely different person. Gone was the frumpy, serious image she'd cultivated for herself, replaced by an alluring vixen who wanted nothing more than to get fucked all night long. Not only was the halter top cropped, but it was DANGEROUSLY low cut, barely covering her hard, pink nipples. She ran her fingers along the edge of the material, pulling it more to the side and revealing a generous peek of her magnificent cleavage, and felt a shudder of excitement ripple through her.
Her skirt was also tight, showing off every delicious curve of her ass and accentuating her hourglass figure. She turned to the side and looked at her reflection, barely recognizing herself. The idea that this new look would entice him, make him hot for her and unable to resist made her cunt throb with anticipation. As the alarm on her phone started blaring though she realized it was time to head to the bar.
Amber gave herself one last lingering look in the mirror and gathered up her purse, taking one last deep breath before she stepped out into the night.
"Alright Amber, you got this." She whispered, her eyes locked with her reflection's.
The bar was packed, as usual. 8pm might have been early for some, but for a Thursday night it was prime time. The music was loud and she could smell smoke and cheap perfume. She scanned the bar and found him almost immediately.
Chad, a tall, muscled man with short hair and an arrogant smirk, was sitting at the bar with one arm draped over the stool next to him. Amber's heart skipped a beat as she made her way through the crowd, towards him. She knew exactly what he was thinking as she sauntered over in her new outfit, her curves on full display.
"Hey there, gorgeous," he said when she approached, his eyes raking over her body. "You look... different."
"Yeah, I just...
feeling like dressing up a little tonight," Amber said, her voice sultry and dripping with confidence. She leaned into him, letting the softness of her cleavage brush against his arm.
Chad grinned, his eyes flicking down to her chest before meeting her gaze again. "Well, you look fucking hot," he said, his voice low and husky. Amber couldn't help but preen under his gaze. "Thanks," she said, her voice equally sensual. "I know I do." She felt herself arching her back, thrusting her chest out toward him as she spoke the words.
Chad's grin deepened as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him.
Amber couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips as she felt his hand slide down to her ass, squeezing it firmly through the tight leather skirt. "You like that, huh?" he asked, his voice dripping with a predatory tone that sent shivers down her spine. She giggled immediately at him, biting her lip and looking at him through her eyelashes as she nodded.
"I do," she purred, feeling emboldened by the way Chad's eyes seemed to devour every inch of her body. Chad wasted no time, pulling her even closer as he put his lips against hers and shoved his tongue down her throat.
Amber could feel her body being consumed from head to toe, the way her pussy pulsed with a desire she'd never thought possible.
They're makeout session was quickly interrupted however by the voice of the bartender. "Chad, you know the drill man, if you're gonna put this slut to work then at least do it in the bathroom, we've got em for a reason" the bartender said, gesturing towards a door nearby. Amber couldn't help the feeling of shock she felt as she processed what the man had just said. He was referring to her as little more than one of Chad's sluts. She should be mad about that, shouldn't she?
Angry or at least, insulted. But that rage never came. Instead, the comment just sunk into her brain and sent a fresh wave of need racing through her veins.
Amber had been angry with Stacy for her promiscuity, sure, but now she was beginning to understand why the other woman was so free with her body.
She wanted to be like that, craved to be touched like she was nothing more than a fucktoy.
Amber pulled back, gasping for breath, and nodded towards the door. "Let's go."
They stumbled towards the bathroom, Amber clinging to Chad as she felt her legs shaking with every step. She couldn't believe what she was doing, couldn't believe how turned on she was by the bartender's comment.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Chad pushed her up against the wall and kissed her fiercely, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn't decide where to touch her first.
Amber moaned into his mouth, feeling herself grow even wetter at the thought of being used like this, of being reduced to nothing more than a body to be fucked.
With one hand, Chad reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so that he could trail kisses down her neck. Amber gasped at the sensation, feeling her pussy clench as he bit down gently on the soft skin of her throat.
"You like that?" Chad growled, his voice low and husky.
"I can't wait to get my hands on these tits, baby."
Amber whimpered as she felt his hand slide up her skirt, his fingers tracing the lines of her lacy thong.
"Fuck, Chad, I need you inside me," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
Chad chuckled darkly, pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of her top.
"Not yet, baby.
I wanna play first." Chad murmured against her skin as he trailed kisses down her chest, stopping just above her cleavage before pulling away. Amber whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to pull him back towards her.
"Please, I need-" she started, but Chad cut her off with a chuckle.
"I know what you need, baby," he said, his voice sultry and full of promises. He traced his finger along the edge of her halter top, grinning at the way she shivered at his touch. "But there's just one thing, I don't like liars baby. I knew you were bullshitting as soon as you showed up to our date in that boring ass business suit, telling me that you worked in management, that you were some braniac on her way to the top. At first, after you didn't call me back, I ALMOST believed. Now though, I can see the REAL you, the needy slut who needs daddy to take care of her. So, before I fuck you, tell me what you REALLY are, what you really do for work, the real you, Amber" he said with a shit eating grin.
Amber's heart seemed to stop for a moment, her muscles tensing as she tried to figure out how she should respond. Truth was, in spite of the suddenly strange night she was having, she WAS a serious office worker, BUT she knew that wasn't what Chad wanted to hear. Ironically, if she wanted Chad to fuck her, she needed to lie. " I-" she hesitated, "I used to work at a furniture store, but I was fired for sleeping with my boss.” Her body trembled as she lied, the confession slipping out of her like water from a cracked dam.
Chad's expression darkened briefly, but then he grinned again, his eyes glinting with an idea. "That's perfect, baby. I can use a good fuck toy like you. So, what do you do for work now since your slutty little ass got fired?" He asked with a smirk. Amber hesitated for only the briefest of moments before she leaned in towards Chad, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a stripper now."
She whispered the words with a sly smile as she looked up at Chad through her eyelashes. For a moment, she saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but it quickly shifted to a sly grin. "Really?" he said with a chuckle.
He pulled back, taking a good long look at her. His eyes raked over her body, settling on her breasts, which strained against the tight fabric of her sequined top.
"I can definitely see why, you got the body for it no doubt ," Chad said, a lecherous glint in his eyes.
Amber blushed, feeling a prisoner of her own desires as her body responded to his touch.
"Yes, yes I do," she breathed, her hand sliding down his chest towards his crotch.
He sighed with pleasure as she wrapped her hand around the thick bulge in his pants, his handed grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him.
His tongue danced with hers, filling her mouth with an insatiable hunger she found impossible to ignore.