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Sinful Pleasures
A steamy compilation of revenge, coercion, and adventure
by Nina DeRosa
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by Nina DeRosa on Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Nina DeRosa
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A LONG, HARD NIGHT SHIFT
by Nina DeRosa
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by Nina DeRosa on Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Nina DeRosa
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On her last day of work, Emily comes up with an incredible plan to get revenge on her sleazy boss. He wouldn't get to have her even if he was the last man on earth, and she wants to make sure he knows it.
“Okay, Miss Shaw,” called Dr. Ramone from his office, “I’m going to be heading out now.”
“Thank goodness for small miracles,” Emily Shaw muttered under her breath. He was finally leaving for his conference, which meant a few days without him “accidentally” groping her. It wouldn’t last long, but at least it would be a nice reprieve for both her and his poor doctoral students.
”I should be back on Thursday next week,” he said in his annoying, high-pitched, nasal voice as he came into her small office and leaned over her. She instinctively hunched over at her keyboard to keep him from seeing down her shirt.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come along with me? Perhaps I could use some… assistance from my secretary while I’m at the conference. Still time to get you a ticket, I expect.”
“Sorry, no… I have a lot going on this week and couldn’t possibly go,” she said apologetically.
She had to try very hard to hide her revulsion at the fat, greasy, sleazeball of a scientist. It wasn’t enough that he tried to take credit for his students’ research and skimped on pay and office supplies. No, he had to proposition her constantly too, and she hated him for it. She had been hunting for jobs elsewhere for a solid six months. It was worth leaving the lab to get away from his accidental groping and his unapologetic innuendo and propositions, and plus she was due for a major raise by now anyway.
“Hope you have a good trip, Dr. Ramone,” she called after him in as he grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door.
“Like, a good trip down the stairs, preferably breaking your neck,” added her thoughts.
“Worry not,” he called back. “You will be fine while I am gone. Just take care of the students’ schedules, and we’ll talk on Thursday!”
As the door to the hall clicked shut behind him, a new e-mail popped up on her screen with a happy beeping sound. It was from Bellavista Hospital! Thank god, she thought, and she hurriedly opened the e-mail. Were they going to give her an offer? She had applied to that administrative assistant position months ago. Yes! They were! She squealed with glee and read the rest of the e-mail. They wanted her to start on Monday, which was even better. She’d never have to see Doctor Sleazebag again!
This was an amazing stroke of luck for her. The pay was slightly better, and it was much closer to home than this dump. Best of all, no Ramone!
“On the other hand,” she thought, “I probably won’t have guys my age around anymore.”
She sighed and glanced out the window of her cubicle-sized office into the main lab where all the doctoral students were busily working. They were only a few years younger than her – all mid-twenties – and for all the problems and expenses of living in California, she had to admit one thing: the guys were fucking hot. There was one guy in the lab that she would fuck without any reservations if she was out on the town with him, and the other two weren’t bad for future scientists either. They weren’t her cup of tea for a wild night, exactly, but they’d definitely be prime real estate once they got their degrees and moved on to making six figures or so. If those guys were prime, then what did that make her favorite, Mike?
“A slice of heaven,” she thought, and if she were feeling less tired, she might have licked her lips.
She spun back around to the computer and quickly fired off an e-mail accepting Bellavista’s job offer, and then she turned her mind to the new, most important task of the day: a scathing, angry letter to Dr. Dipshit with her resignation. She wasn’t even going to wait for him to get back. He didn’t deserve that sort of decency. No, she was going to leave the letter sitting out in some obnoxiously large font so that everyone could know what an asshole he was, how creepy he acted to her, and especially how he wanted her but would never, ever get to have her. She might not be California Girl hot, but she had the Midwestern Cutie thing down pat. She had full, round breasts, good curves where they mattered, and she rather liked her skin as well. She didn’t have much of a tan, unlike the leggy, toothpick-shaped women out here, but her skin was damned near flawless otherwise. Either way, she was way out of Sleazeball McBadBreath’s league.
Then it struck her – the idea of a lifetime, one hell of an idea if it worked… the best possible way she could ever hope to get back at Ramone for the last few years of hell he had inflicted on her and on all his “lab monkeys,” as he derisively called his students. She quickly typed up a note and printed out a copy before shutting down her computer. She slid her rolling chair away from her desk and leaned down to put her shoes on again before heading out into the lab. She hated high heels so much, but Dr. Ramone mandated she wear them. He claimed they were more professional, but she knew better. He just liked the way they made her ass look, she thought.
Her heels clicked loudly as she crossed the lab, and she intentionally added a little extra sway to her hips as she approached her target. The way Mike was leaning over the microscope made his butt look even finer than it usually did. She felt a brief pang of nervousness as he looked up at her. Those blue eyes of his, the short brown hair, he just looked so good to her. She quickly pulled herself back together, smiled as mysteriously as she could, and she handed him her note.
Dr. Sleazebag left shift scheduling to me while he’s gone. How do you feel about a night shift at ten tonight? Think you can last through the night? If you can stay up, perhaps there’s something new you can… research… tonight.
She winked and silently put a finger to her lips as she turned away and slinked out the door. She had some shopping to do for tonight. It had been years since she needed lingerie!
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All the lights were off in the building when she returned late that night. Even in as busy a college as this one, nobody ever worked on Friday night. She felt little butterflies running through her stomach as she clattered her way to the staff entrance. These heels were even harder to walk in than her work heels, she thought. The tall black heels clung to her feet by one tiny, thin strap over her toes and then one more, mostly decorative, strap that ran around her ankle. It was okay though – hopefully she wouldn’t be wearing them for long.
She closed the door behind her and pulled her flashlight out of her purse. The beam shined brightly in the empty halls as she made her way to the third floor. She didn’t want to turn on lights – not yet, at least – in case she drew any attention. Nobody would question a single lab’s lights being on, but the main building? Facility Maintenance would have a janitor down here in a heartbeat if she did that, and the last thing she wanted was a janitor intruding on tonight’s business. Would Mike even show up, though? She suddenly felt like such an idiot; she never gave him a chance to answer. Only one way to find out, she thought, and she unlocked the door to the laboratory.