Twenty-Five
You have [ONE] new voice mail:
“Hey Clark, it’s Ava. About last night…maybe we can talk about it sometime soon? Whenever you’re ready. You know where to find me.”
***
The haze of the rapidly-approaching trip with Ms. Heller had consumed almost all of my thoughts. There were other things that I should’ve been thinking about, but they had been pushed to the backburners of my mind. The burners way in th...
2022-11-18 18:32:54 +0000 UTC
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Tasha’s naked body is on top of mine. She’s pinned my cock down against my skin with her wet pussy, and it’s infuriating to be so close to being inside her without actually being inside of her.
“Do you know what would be hot?” she asks.
Anything. Literally anything would be hot at this moment. Does she want to put on a clown nose and make me honk it? Fine. Does she want me to put on one of those old time-y wigs that George Washington, or whoever, wore and read from the D...
2022-11-14 15:07:16 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-Four
Baby,
Things you’ll need to pack for our trip to Seattle:
- Toiletries and any health needs (medications, eyeglasses, etc)
There’s nothing you’ll need to bring, as I will be taking care of everything else.
-Mommy
***
It’s funny how quickly we adapt. What seems like a critical interruption of a daily process one day can seem like the new normal just two days l...
2022-11-11 21:40:37 +0000 UTC
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One
“Ok, Aimee? Don’t be mad…”
***
Excerpt from Aimee’s journal:
I had the strangest dream. It wasn’t like any I’ve ever had before. There was no story or…event. It was like a collage. A mosaic of scenes, people, and places. Sometimes these things seemed familiar to me–even if there was something off about them. The vantage point, or the perspective, or something. Other times, these sights made no sense to me at...
2022-11-07 18:16:45 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-Three
Evan and Lyndie were like two old ladies at a book club. They had an immediate comradery that continued to surprise me. Evan and I certainly had our moments of good conversation, but I never saw him come to life quite like he did when Lyndie was around.
Part of me didn’t want to believe that they weren’t in constant contact with each other. Yet, their chemistry seemed natural enough to suggest that it wouldn’t have mattered.
“Busy day ...
2022-11-04 19:59:48 +0000 UTC
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Hello.
‘Tis the season. Are you enjoying your pumpkin-spiced baby powder? Your maple-coated pacifier? Caramel apple…diapers?
Halloween is over, and I’m just going to go ahead and assume you were dressed as a baby when you went trick ‘r treating. Didja get as many compliments on your diaper as you got fun-sized Butterfingers?
I’ve been busy, of course, writing plenty of new stories. Let’s take a little peek at what’s coming up in the next few weeks, yeah?
2022-11-01 21:18:34 +0000 UTC
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Well, that was quite the day, wasn’t it?
Do you remember our conversation from this morning? Hmm?
Don’t look down at the floor. Look at me–especially when I’m asking you a question. I’ll repeat myself one more time, but I expect an answer: Do you remember the conversation we had this morning?
I see. You’re going to pretend you don’t.
Allow me to refresh your memory. This morning I came downstairs and told you that you needed to wear a diaper today. And do...
2022-10-31 20:17:40 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-Two
From: Thomas Pritchard <tpritchard@xxxxxxxxx>
Date: Monday, March 28 at 4:45 PM
To: Nancy Tamberlin <ntamberlin@xxxxxxxxx>; Human Resources <hr-services@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Workplace Concerns
Good afternoon Ms. Tamberlin,
I’ve been with our company for almost two years now, and I’ve considered myself to be a team player to the utmost degre...
2022-10-28 20:33:36 +0000 UTC
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[Censorship Warning: Patreon objected to one particular word in this story, and wouldn't you know it, it's a word that gets used a lot here. Apologies for awkward asterisks.]
I shouldn’t even be at work today. I had requested the day off weeks ago in preparation for Bebe’s visit, and it had even been approved.
And yet, here I was, sitting at my desk in the office, going through customer emails and trying to troubleshoot mundane issues that I couldn’t even...
2022-10-24 16:02:33 +0000 UTC
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Twenty-One
Mommy’s hands were on my belt. Not for the first time that day, and likely not the last either. She knew her way around my pants by now. Maybe she knew her way around pants in general. A practiced skill set coming from years of turning her assistants into big babies.
Actually, I had no idea how many babies there were. Maybe it was just Hillar...
2022-10-21 20:49:24 +0000 UTC
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I have to park three blocks away. I don’t remember parking being such a commodity in this neighborhood, but maybe this is typical for a Saturday night?
But then, half a block from her house, I can hear muffled bass mixing with a fuzzy hum of voices and laughter. I have to laugh–Fran called this just a ‘little shindig,’ yet this sounds like anything but.
These suspicions are confir...
2022-10-17 21:06:43 +0000 UTC
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Twenty
Ted Lemire.
I have no idea who he is. I don’t know what his job title is. I don’t know how long he’s worked here. But I walk past his desk about five times a day, everyday. And every time I see him, he looks absolutely stressed out. His monitors look like abstract art, with charts and graphs zig zagging in all directions. Documents and file folders litter h...
2022-10-14 17:06:10 +0000 UTC
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1.
The most common question I get asked, regarding my divorce, is why we got divorced at all. It’s a fair question, but one with a very complicated answer. An answer even further complicated by the answer to the second-most common question: “Are you and your ex-husband still on good terms?”
Yes, yes we are.
He’s my best friend, and that’s never going to c...
2022-10-11 00:27:02 +0000 UTC
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[Hello, readers. Welcome to Season 2 of Doing Business. It is, very much, a continuation of the story you've come to love so far - and its own little tale. As always, thank you for reading!]
Nineteen
From: Human Resources <hr-services@xxxxxxxxx>
Date: Monday, March 28 at 9:00 AM
To: All Employ...
2022-10-07 20:56:33 +0000 UTC
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“...sounds good! Okay, I’ll see you later!”
With a friendly wave to whomever she was talking to out in the hallway, she entered the art studio, closing the door behind her. It felt good to have a barrier between her and the rest of the world–however small.
“Oh?” asked a voice somewhere behind her in the studio. “An unexpected visitor?”
She blushed a little...
2022-10-04 00:20:20 +0000 UTC
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[Note from QH: Hello. We're taking a week off from Doing Business, but I thought I'd drop a little bonus story just for fun. I wrote this story quite a while ago, but because it's a little different than the usual stuff I post here, I wasn't sure what to do with it. So, uh, here you go! Enjoy this weird story.]
1.
On page 34 of a thread from a message board that hasn...
2022-09-30 14:29:58 +0000 UTC
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“Priscilla, I’ve known since the day we met that you and I would be together forever. And I can’t express how, uh, jubilant I feel now that we’re actually here on our wedding day and…”
He heard Caitlyn’s voice before he saw her in the mirror, standing behind him. “Really? Jubilant?”
“Ah, fuck,” Marc said with a sigh. “I was worried that sounded stupid.”
“Are these your vows?” she asked. Caitlyn walked into the room, closing the door beh...
2022-09-26 20:36:34 +0000 UTC
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[Author's note: Per usual, there's a naughty word or two that is censored, as to not upset the Patreon overlords.]
Eighteen
To the side of the large conference table, a row of chairs had been pulled back against the wall. The executives–the adults–were positioned at each chair.
Nobody needed to tell me how this was going to work, I could already see it ...
2022-09-23 18:51:54 +0000 UTC
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Well, folks. This week marks the last chapter of Doing Business and…
Oh wait. Sorry, I left out a few important words. Hold on, let me start over again:
This week marks the last chapter of the first season of Doing Business.
There’s more coming, I swear. Lots more. I’m currently writing chapters that are somewhere in the 30s.
I usually have a pretty good idea of what the bigger beats of a long story are going to be. For example, when writing Bottoms ...
2022-09-20 14:00:07 +0000 UTC
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I’m not asleep, but I’m not really awake either. My phone is still on, clutched tightly in my hand–my thumb might have been auto-scrolling through some random social media feed while the rest of my body shut down.
“Yeah?” I say, groggily, in response to the timid knock on my bedroom door.
There’s only one person that it could be, though it’s pretty surprising. Not o...
2022-09-19 19:51:26 +0000 UTC
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Note from the author: There's a censored word or two in this story for the sake of Patreon. You'll probably know what I'm talking about when you see it. Silly rules.
Seventeen
I had no idea where Neve Beaufort’s office was, and I was worried that I was too late as I scrambled out of the conference room. If I had missed Lyndie and Ava, I’d probably ...
2022-09-16 21:14:56 +0000 UTC
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The first sign that something was off was when April pulled into the driveway, finding that only Cleo’s car was there. Cleo, herself, was standing on the house’s porch–looking just as frustrated as April felt.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” April snorted as she stepped out of her car.
Cleo just shook her head.
“She knew it was her turn to host, right?” April a...
2022-09-12 21:13:25 +0000 UTC
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Sixteen
From: Gabrielle Heller <gheller@xxxxxxxxx>
Date: Thursday, March 24 at 11:46 AM
To: Clark Ashburn <cashburn@xxxxxxxxx>
Cc: Lyndie Brown <lBrown@xxxxxxxxx>
Subject: New Assistant Orientation
Hey Clark,
Congratulations on becoming my new assistant! I think we’re going to work well together, don’t you?
At 2:00 PM today...
2022-09-09 20:26:46 +0000 UTC
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In the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, I felt it was time for a rebranding. Just because I had gotten through 20 years of life as “Oliver” didn’t mean that it was all that successful of a run. Sure, I had decent enough grades and proficiency with a flute, but I had little else to show for it. I had few friends. Barely any social life. My virginity.
It was more than time, then, to retire the persona of “Oliver.” The shy and sheepish boy who blended into...
2022-09-05 17:14:36 +0000 UTC
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Fifteen
“You don’t want to do that, do you?” I asked.
“I know I’ve been pretty vocal against changing diapers previously. But Gabrielle has sort-of changed my mind on that a little. I’m seeing the appeal.”
“I…but…” I paused, taking a deep breath before starting over again. “This isn’t like yesterday when I just wet my diaper. I filled
2022-09-02 20:45:50 +0000 UTC
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On 8th Street, the stars align and I hit my perfect stride.
The sun’s out. The new Beyoncé jam is blasting on my headphones, and I’m in a damn good mood as I make my way to the grocery store.
Am I strutting? I think I’m strutting.
I’m in the zone. My own little world. I can see everything else moving around me–the cars stuck in traffic and the other pedestrians b...
2022-08-30 19:30:45 +0000 UTC
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Fourteen
“How long has it been?”
“Fifteen minutes,” I said, checking the time on my phone.
“How do you feel?”
“Honestly? I have no idea. If I feel even the slightest twitch in my gut, I can’t decide if it’s from the suppository or it’s just a normal feeling that I’m hyper-focused on.”
She laughed and shook her head.
“What?...
2022-08-26 18:21:08 +0000 UTC
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A high-elf thief. With a few skill points used to unlock some of the ranger abilities. And while most people–supposedly–start with the dagger for a build like this, Nick prefers the rapier.
Britta rolled her eyes. Behind his back, of course–he was oblivious to just how uninterested she was.
The video game was called something like The Last Fantasy 27. Surely, there was some purposeful irony between the number of sequels the series had–though she didn’t care enou...
2022-08-22 21:06:49 +0000 UTC
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Thirteen
Memo to all employees: A pink baby’s pacifier was found yesterday in a 4th floor hallway. We assume it belongs to one of you fine parents who works for our organization. We’d hate to throw away your infant’s pacifier, and so if you feel you may have accidentally dropped one please stop by the main reception desk on the first floor to claim it.
Thank you!
—
I made the morning waddle across the sea of cubicles ...
2022-08-19 19:22:06 +0000 UTC
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Not that long ago, it was a funny story that I told at parties and while amongst friends at the bar. “Hey, did I ever tell you about the Dressing Room Baby?”
Then, the story got a little old. Not just because I had told the story so often, but because the Dressing Room Baby remained persistent. And elusive. It wasn’t just this quirky one-off incident that I could use to get a few laughs, it was an ongoing problem that I was growing sick of.
For as common as the occu...
2022-08-16 01:23:42 +0000 UTC
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