Lust On The Job

Three tales of lust and sex at work.

What does a boss do when his team requests a room for conjugal visits from their husbands?

A sleep lab technician discovers a secret about his lovely doctor boss one night, but she’s not too happy with him.

Bonnie is a lonely trucker and a single mom. Tristan, her new escort driver, might be just who she needs.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

When he got to his car door, he heard Bonnie yell as she stepped off her truck. She was dressed in gray sweats, what Amy had referred to as trucker’s pajamas.

Bonnie ran out into the wind and grabbed his arm. “C’mon, moron, grab your sleeping bag out of there and let’s go. I’d never forgive myself if you froze in that SUV. Susie’s got an extra bunk, and you’re gonna use it!”

Tristan paused for a moment, then grabbed his bag and pillow, locked the car and let Bonnie pull him toward the powder blue rig. Once they were safely inside, they could see light snow blowing across the blacktop in the lights from the building. “I mean, seriously. What if a truck skidded in the snow tonight and crushed your little pop can between two rigs? What if …”

“Shit happened, and you could have done something about it?” Tristan finished for her.

Bonnie’s mouth dropped open for a moment and then she closed it with a deep exhale. “Yeah,” she said, taking his point.

When Tristan nodded silently and turned toward the back of the cab, Bonnie smiled at the handsome young man. And he was handsome, she thought. Handsome and by all accounts, a pretty decent sort of guy. Probably not the sort of guy I should be alone with right now, she thought.

Bonnie pointed toward her bed. “Go on. Get back there and I’ll set up the bunk.” After he was out of the way, Bonnie spun both chairs and straightened to pull a pair of cloth-covered bars from the forward-most area above the windshield. The sleeper was about seven feet deep from the back of the driver’s seat, and it contained a single bed in back, just wide enough for one person. On the passenger side were a small closet, fridge and microwave. On the other side was Bonnie’s luggage, which was strapped to tie-downs built into the side of the cab.

Bonnie unrolled the rods and set them into circular clips above the doors. With the fabric stretched between them, they created a hammock above the front seats. She turned and looked him in the eye before gesturing toward the bunk with her head. “Toss your bag up on that.”

Tristan shrugged and spread his sleeping bag and pillow on the bunk. It was just a stretched piece of canvas, and he knew he’d be missing his padded mattress that night, but being in a nice heated sleeper cab with a beautiful woman? There are worse places to be, he figured.

He turned around and smiled at Bonnie, who sat on her bed looking at him with a strange expression. “Okay. You’ve got me over for a sleepover. What are we going to do? Tell spooky stories or play spin the bottle?” He glanced towards the closet. “That looks too small for seven minutes in heaven.”

Bonnie’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know about you, smart-ass, but I’m going to sleep.” She stood and unstrapped a curtain from either side and pulled them both toward the center of the cab along a railing in the ceiling.

Her eyes met his, and she smiled seductively, batting her eyelashes as the curtain closed in front of Tristan’s nose. “G’night, Tail Chaser. Sleep tight.”