Dana meets the MC

I'm doing something a little different today and posting a little excerpt from a book that I wrote a while back. This book is the inspiration for Dana's character. I'd planned on writing a whole series of books based around the characters in this game, but I only finished Dana's and then most of Jamie's before I decided to just focus on making the game instead. 

The book is available on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0858P267X if you're interested in reading more. I will warn that the book's story is slightly different than the story in the game, but there's still a lot of similarities and if you don't want the game's story spoiled for you in any way, I'd stay away from the book. 

The excerpt I'm going to post doesn't have any spoilers though, so feel free to read it if you'd like. Let me know if you guys like this and I'll post more, or write new small scenes to go along with the game maybe. Okay, here it is: 

I want a dick inside me. Like right now. 

That’s what I thought about while I rubbed myself with my hand down my skirt as I sat behind my work desk, pretending to be typing up data. I am the receptionist for a small law office. I sit alone in the cold lobby most of the day. My workday consists of typing memos, managing schedules, greeting visitors, answering phones, and this – fingering myself and hoping that nobody walks in on me.

There are three lawyers that share the office, but most days Mrs. Mills is the only one here. A hallway stretches out to my right, leading to their offices. I can hear the door open if any of them emerges and I can see out the front windows if anybody walks towards the front door, so it is unlikely that anybody would ever catch me unaware and interrupt my playtime. 

Still, the possibility makes it all the more exciting.

I lean back a bit, giving myself access to push my fingers deeper as I feel the oncoming rush of pleasure building up. I think about somebody bending me over this desk and fucking me hard from behind. Holding my head down, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. I want it all so bad. Oh yeah, I’m close.

An older model sports car pulls into the parking lot and parks in front of the building. A young man steps out. He looks to be college age. a couple years younger than my 26. He wears a blue pinstriped shirt, buttoned up to the collar with a thin black tie over it and black pants to match. His hair is a sandy brown, just long enough to blow in the wind as he starts walking up to the front door. 

I reluctantly pull my hand out of my panties and straighten my skirt, then put my hands on the keyboard as if I’d been working the whole time and not rubbing myself off thinking about how good a cock would feel. 

A faint chime rings as the young man opens the door and walks inside, looking at me with a charming smile. I immediately notice his eyes – a deep green with long lashes that are absolutely beautiful. His face is well-shaven, and his lips are full and plump and look so damn kissable. His chin is strong and masculine, and the rest of his body is much the same – wide shoulders, flat stomach, and muscular legs. Am I just imagining things, or can I see the outline of his package through his pants?

Okay Dana, stop. You don’t even know this man. Plus, you’re engaged to Terry. 

“Hello?” he says as the door closed behind him. 

I had been so busy staring at his crotch that I completely forgot to greet him

“Hello. I’m sorry,” I stammer. “What can I do for you?” 

“I’m here about the ad in the paper for the personal assistant?” he says. 

His voice is deep and smooth. I can’t help but to imagine it whispering to me in bed with the lights off, sweat cooling on our naked skin after a session of passionate sex.

“The ad for…” I say, my voice trailing off as thoughts race through my head that make my face grow hot. “Oh yes, the assistant for Mrs. Mills.” 

I pull Mrs. Mills’ schedule up on my computer. 

“I don’t see anything about an appointment here on her schedule.” 

“No, I didn’t make an appointment,” he says, walking up to my desk. “I was just driving past and hoped that she’d have time to see me. If not, I’ll make an appointment for later.” 

“Well you’re lucky because she is in her office right now. I can see if she’ll take a moment to interview you.” 

“That would be great.” 

I stand up and walk around my desk. I pause next to him. He’s so tall, I barely come up to his shoulder. I can’t help but notice his thick biceps and imagine those arms around me, holding me, picking me up and fucking me against the wall. 

Dana! Stop! 

Right. I’m engaged. But there’s nothing wrong with thinking about it, right? He looks like a nice guy too. For a moment, I consider warning him about Mrs. Mills, about how mean she can be at times, but I decide that I don’t want to scare him away. I want him to stick around so that I at least get to look at him more and imagine how things might be with him, even if those things could never actually happen. 

I give him a smile as I walk past and touch his shoulder as I say, “Stay here and I’ll go check to see if she’s available.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he replies. 

Ma’am? 

My heart sinks a bit. He is definitely younger than me, but I’m not old enough for him to call me “ma’am.” Maybe he is just being polite. Or maybe I’m just old and undesirable now to anyone as young and handsome as him. 

I walk down the short hall and knock twice on Mrs. Mills’ door. 

“Yes?” she calls from within. 

I open the door slightly and peek inside. She sits behind her desk and barely raises her eyes up over her reader glasses to acknowledge me as I poke my head in.

“Mrs. Mills, there’s a young man here who is interested in the personal assistant position. Do you have time to interview him today, or would you rather I make an appointment to see him later?” 

Mrs. Mills is a 55-year-old defense lawyer who could retire if she wanted, but I’m not sure she ever will. She had never been married, spends most of her free time at the gym, and wears her silver hair in a pixie cut. She is very set in her ways and confident that her way is the only correct way to do things. She is also very demanding of her assistants. She had scared the last one away after only a week. 

“Might as well send him in now,” she says. “No point in hogging up my schedule later.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll go get him.” 

She goes back to reading whatever important document is on her desk as I turn and walk back towards the lobby. 

“She has time to see you,” I say to the young man as I approach him. “Just head on back to the last door on the right.” 

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says. He starts back, then stops and stands next to me, close enough that I can smell his cologne. “I’m sorry. I feel strange calling you ma’am, since you’re so young. What’s your name?” 

“Dana,” I reply, my heart fluttering once again. He doesn’t think I’m old. 

“Well, thank you Dana. I’m Jon, nice to meet you.”

He holds out a hand and I press mine against it. My slender fingers slip into his warm embrace and he gently grips them to give my hand a shake. 

“Nice to meet you too Jon,” I say, looking into his beautiful green eyes as I smile. “Good luck.”

“I got this,” he says with a wink, then he flashes me a smile and heads back to Mrs. Mills’ office. At that moment, I believe him. I’d give that man anything he asked for. I couldn’t imagine anybody turning him down for a job.

I stand there in the lobby, watching him go, his ass looking so firm and juicy that I just want to take a bite out of it. When he disappears inside the office, I look down at the hand that he touched, still feeling the warmth of him on my skin. 

I hope he doesn’t notice that my hand still smells like pussy.