by Dark Angel
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Epilogue
Table of Contents
Overworked
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Dedication
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Epilogue - Bonus
Hostile Work Environment
Red & Blue
Head Hunter
B.I.L.F.
Cunning Linguist
Lust Muscle
Stories From The 6 Train
Overtime
Author’s Note
Overworked
An Office Reverse Harem Romance
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2018 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Buyer’s Market
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Dedication
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Description
Every pleasure you could imagine.
It's yours for the taking.
You just have to let go.
Because baby, we're about to work you over.
Julia.
Sweet. Kind. Pure.
She thinks she has
It all under control.
Thinks she knows what's best.
But we know better.
We know what she needs.
Four alpha billionaires.
Rich in depravity.
Debauchery.
We'll force her to let go.
Make her submit.
No inhibitions.
No fear.
No limits.
She belongs to us now.
And we're going to work her over.
Until all she can think about
Is the way we make her feel
When she's screaming our names.
When she finally gives in.
When she admits she belongs to us
Now and forever.
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Dark Angel
Chapter 1
Killian
“More drinks, more lotion,” I tell Jane, one of our newest attendants. “And grab the blue glass bottle downstairs, would you?”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a nod.
She’s one of our newest employees, so we’re breaking her in correctly. A three-day trip on our high speed yacht, the Quatre Profonds, from Florida to New York should be enough time and experience to let anyone know what we’re about.
From here, she’ll have a chance to pick up bigger roles on the boat or transfer to one of our locations across the world.
I don’t think she’s a great fit for Hedonism, my own club in Amsterdam, though; she’s a little lacking on the service side of things, I think—at least for my tastes. Spencer will probably end up snatching her up for his resort in Hawaii.
I look up at the bright blue sky and take a deep breath. You can never quite get the same view as when you’re gliding through the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, getting a relaxing massage and spending time with great friends.
“How’s this, Sir?” the girl currently working at my shoulders asks.
“A little more pressure. And just a few more minutes. Derek should be parking his boat in the lower dock any minute now.”
He had taken Xane out to show off his new toy, a fun little electric speeder boat with a full rear seating. It’s not exactly practical, but I’ll concede that it’s pretty
damn stylish.
Why Derek chose Xane to impress, I’ll never know. That guy is as serious as they come. I guess if it can impress him, it can impress anyone…but I have my doubts that Derek will get the results that he wants.
“Damn, this asshole didn’t even crack a smirk hitting 100 kilometers! Either this fucker is completely soulless, or he’s taking the piss out of me,” Derek shouts as he clops up the stairs. His British accent becomes more distinct when he’s annoyed.
Xane appears behind him, an impassive look on his face.
“Dudes, let’s have a chill, yeah? No need to get worked up,” Spencer says, clasping each one in a tight one-armed hug. “It’s a sweet ride, and he’s a sweet dude. Right, Derek? C’mon, it’s all chill!”
Xane simply shrugs. “It was neat but impractical.”
“It’s not supposed to be bloody practical!” Derek shouts, then heaves a deep sigh while shaking his head. “Practical, he says. Has he seen the damn thing?”
Our guests crack up at the interaction between the two, and a smirk crosses my lips at the sight of their wide grins.
Cameron, Chase, Adam, and their lovely Nicole are all lounging on the deck just below us. Cameron and Chase are both in casual swim trunks, but the former also has on a plain black open button-up flowing lightly in the breeze. Adam, in contrast, is sporting something that I prefer should have left more to the imagination, but hey, I’ve seen worse.
Nicole, on the other hand, has quite a number on. She’s dressed rather scantily in a deep crimson bikini with tantalizing halter bands encircling her fantastic hips and gorgeous tits.
It’s not my style to hit on my friend’s girl, but I can’t help indulging in a harmless fantasy.
Cameron is just as mesmerized—he’s tracing his fingers along her halter lines, adjusting and playing with them before standing in front of her.
“I wonder if I should have picked up the mesh instead,” he says, mostly to himself.
“Oh, come on,” Nicole says as she looks up at him. “You know as well as I do nobody can take their eyes off me right now. This one is perfect.”
He smirks down at her. It’s obvious to everyone what kind of effect Nicole has on us all right now—especially Cameron.
This isn’t lost on Nicole in the slightest. She reaches up and starts to caress his swim trunks.
“Now is the time to relax,” she says gently.
Adam reaches over from her right and slips a hand between them. He quickly yanks one of the cups of her bikini, revealing one of her gorgeous tits to the world.
“It all comes off the same, Cam!” Adam says with a smirk, then drains his champagne flute as he starts to caress Nicole’s nipple.
An assistant quickly steps up to refill his glass without hesitation.
Chase joins the three of them and starts stroking Nicole’s back. He runs his hands down to her ass and grips it tight.
I notice two of his fingers slip under the tight string of her swimsuit, and, after a brief moment, Nicole lets out a yelp and a shiver.
Chase smirks up at us as he pulls the fabric to the side to reveal a bright red glimmer where her asshole should be. It’s hard to tell from a distance, but knowing them, I’d say that’s a real ruby embedded in the plug shoved up her ass.
Chase wastes no time sliding it in and out of her, immediately eliciting loud groans of pleasure as she arches her back to give him a better angle.
They definitely have her trained very well. I’m pretty impressed.
Adam’s hand quickly disappears down her front as she reaches up towards Cameron. Her hands run down his bare chest in a painfully slow motion for us to see.
After an eternity, she finally slips his swim trunks down and over his cock.
Without breaking eye contact with Cameron, she immediately slips the entire length down her throat in one go. Well-trained indeed.
I glance over at my three colleagues. As expected, they’re having as much fun as I am watching the show.
Spencer is snacking away at some cheese like he’s watching a movie; Derek is eyeing the whole situation attentively and nodding his head at random intervals; Xane is staring up at the sky as he side-eyes the scene below.
I raise my hand to call their attention, but the guys are still focused on the show below.
“Well, boys, I suppose it’s time to spoil the surprise!” I exclaim, barely drawing their attention away from Nicole, who is now expertly handling three cocks at once. “Ladies, if you please?”
Two girls in matching mesh micro-bikinis come up the stairs and do a quick pose for my friends.
“Oh, shit! Is that—” Spencer starts.
“It sure is, Spence,” I say. “I remembered the last time you guys came to Hedonism. You pointed out my bartender Stacy, and Derek, you had eyes on Candy as she was walking out the door, so I figured I’d give them both a special assignment. They were both more than happy to oblige. Xane, you were a bit too quiet. Speak up next time, yeah?”
Stacy stands between Xane and Spencer, and Candy positions herself between Derek and me. They both flash adorable smiles before enthusiastically slipping all our cocks out of our swim trunks.
Jane arrives with the requested bottle just in time and sets it on the table between the girls. I nod at the bottle, and Jane helps them fill their hands with a generous helping of lube.
They both giggle and roll it around in their hands before coating our cocks with it.
Screams and moans pull our attention to the lower deck.
As Stacy and Candy service the four of us, Nicole is getting absolutely filled to the brim by her three guys. They have her bent over a propped-up collapsible chair with her hands bound to a spreader bar.
Cameron has moved underneath her on the chair, and Adam grips her hair tight as he fucks her mouth. Chase, meanwhile, has replaced the glinting plug up her ass with his cock.
Stacy and Candy work at our cocks tirelessly. Before this, I had tested their skills myself. I wanted to make sure their stamina was up to the job.
Our cocks harden and stiffen. We’re all fairly close. After a few strokes from Cindy, Derek and I both stand up and let out huge blasts of cum over her face.
Her smile is wide. She had mentioned to me before that this was her favorite part. It was why she was so eager to join us.
Xane and Spencer quickly follow suit, coating Stacy in their loads as we watch and listen to Chase, Adam, and Cameron finish off with Nicole.
The four of them are incredibly in sync. It’s almost like a carnal ballet.
Jane comes over to clean the four of us while Candy and Stacy go off into the other room, still coated in our fluid.
We lie back on the sofas to relax again.
“You really know how to throw a party, dude!” Spencer says with a smirk.
“When all is said and done, this is the life to have,” Xane says.
Nicole climbs up the stairs, still somewhat breathless. “Hope you guys liked the show,” she beams.
Who wouldn’t have liked it?
“Did you hear, by the way? I bought my own spa back in the city!”
“No shit!” I exclaim. “That’s awesome. We’ll have to check it out when we get back.”
“So, like…in a day, right?” Spencer says.
We all laugh.
“Please do stop by, though,” Nicole begs. “It’s called Blissed by Ryder. We hired a girl known for the absolute BEST facials in the entire city!”
“I’d venture to say second best, love,” Derek says, pointing to his cheek and nodding at her with a coy smile.
Nicole’s hand shoots up to her face to find a stray glob of cum still on her. For a moment, she looks almost embarrassed, but then she shrugs and licks it right up off her hand with a smile.
I chuckle and lean back, enjoying the view.
There is no person in this entire world who wouldn’t want to live the life we live.
Chapter 2
Julia
Holy shit. Th
is place is…nice. It’s legitimately fantastic.
The name is a little odd to me, though. I don’t know if it’s direct enough?
Blissed by Ryder. Hmm. It doesn’t roll off the tongue, or fit the normal New York one-word contemporary naming style.
That aside, it’s damn glitzy. Every client here looks like they’re in heaven, and I really hope they can do the same for me. It’s my first time at a place like this, and I honestly don’t know what to do with myself.
Sure, I have a full layout planned ahead, but I don’t know how I feel about a full body massage. I’ve never really trusted anyone I’m familiar with to touch me that much, much less a complete stranger.
It’s not like I even wanted to come here. Sure, it’s nice and relaxing, but I’m busy.
My company needs me, and being forced out of the office for a half a day will set everything back. I can’t imagine the fires I’ll need to put out when I come back.
My company, Destination Travel Facilitators, just finally got big enough to get a board of directors, and I’m already regretting the decision. They’re a bunch of stuffed shirt old guys whose wives ranted and raved about the vacations I sent them on. They told me I’ve been doing great so far, but that I’m short-sighted.
Me. Short sighted.
They said that because I’ve never been on a vacation, that I don’t have the ‘vision’ to take this company further. Maybe they’re right about the vacation thing, but I’ve brought my company to where it is now with my own blood, sweat, and tears. And when the hell am I going to find time to go on a vacation?
So I reasoned with them, saying that at the very least, a nice spa visit would be a good compromise and wouldn’t take up too much of my time.
They reluctantly agreed.
So here I am, in the lobby of this place designed to be completely against every fiber of my being. A center of relaxation. I’m completely out of my element.
I’m brought over to a warming chair. I feel like they can tell how nervous I am, so they want to warm me up—both figuratively and literally. As I sit in the chair, an attendant sits next to me and smiles, wordlessly. I appreciate that; I’m not in the mood to talk right now.
She takes my hand and begins to massage it, starting gently at first. She’s actually incredibly talented. I didn’t realize a simple hand massage alone could be this relaxing!
