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Originally previewed in LOOSE ENDS 12, aside from missed edits, this is the complete, shocking, original story that begins Julie's downward spiral.

This story will be bold, surprising, shocking at times, and is unlike anything I have ever written. No romance, hand holding, flirting or cute moments. If you are easily offended, this is NOT the story for you. I have the utmost respect for women, their choices, and how they are portrayed, but after years of wanting to write this story, fellow erotica writer J.S. DEACON finally inspired me to create this. None of what happens to Julie is meant to offend anyone, and could not happen because of HR policies, rules and laws. No means no, and coercion is not permission. That being said, I hope you like it because this is the story I have wanted to write for years.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction. Names have been randomly generated then chosen to suit the characters.

My name is Julie, I am 19 years old, 5' 10" with long, light blonde hair, blue eyes and a fit, athletic body. Despite having a large, obvious 34D chest, I am a former cheerleader and played volleyball. While my friends are all partying, hooking up, and in some cases, posting naughty pictures on ONLY FANS, I went straight to work after a year in Community College. I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I convinced my parents to let me find a job rather than daydream through my classes. My father is friends with a nice man named Mike Clark who runs an office here in town. I'm not sure what they do, but I was lucky enough to get an interview. Mike is a family friend and hired me after just a few questions.

I was so excited to start work there that I went to bed early on Sunday and woke up Monday morning before my parents and took a shower. The first week, Mike showed me around the building, introduced me to a lot of people, and for some reason constantly mentioned that I was a cheerleader. I liked cheering, but it seemed to mean more to Mike and his friends than it did to me. Initially I was hired for data entry, basically to answer phones, file and enter data, kind of do whatever someone asked me to do. On Friday of my first week, Mike had me in his office and was talking about promoting me to be his assistant. He laughed that they weren't called secretaries or receptionists anymore, but assured me he would make sure I had anything I needed. All I had to do was screen his calls, type and file, and he promised the rest of the time I could do whatever I wanted.

I was so happy that I didn't realize Mike was getting me excited with all the attention he was paying me. Nothing bad or creepy, but he hugged me a few times, brushed his hand against my legs and butt, even half cupped my right breast through my blouse at one point. Mike is handsome, maybe 40 years old, 5' 11" with short black hair, a nice smile and in great shape. He's also twice my age, friends with my parents, and happily married. He led me to the desk outside his office, crowded me, kept bumping, touching and brushing against me, and I was nervous, anxious and confused when I realized I was excited. That evening after I rushed through dinner, I closed my bedroom door, apologized to whoever was listening, then played with myself until I had a blinding orgasm that took a lot of focus to keep quiet.

Then I went pee, crawled into bed, and fell asleep ashamed.

That weekend I hung out with friends, did laundry, and binged shows.

It sucks not having a boyfriend.

Monday I was excited to start my new position, and everything was going great until Mike called me into his office and said he needed my help. I smiled and said "Sure" but he exhaled, frowned, then said "You can't tell anyone though honey. It would have to be a secret because I don't want Lydia to find out." Lydia is his wife, a beautiful woman in her late 30's with long dark hair, pretty blue eyes, and a body that all the men in the office stare at.

She also dresses kind of provocatively, but that's her choice, not mine.

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