Alexa Smith v0.1
by Xes Xue
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Chapter 1: First Day Jitters
1. The SterlingSoft parking lot wasn’t designed for a 40-foot motorhome, but Alexa wedged the obsidian beast between two compact cars anyway, ignoring the alarmed glances from employees smoking by the entrance. The hydraulic stabilizers hissed as they locked into place, and the tinted windows reflected the morning sun like polished onyx. A few curious onlookers lingered, but Alexa didn’t care; she’d spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn.
2. Inside the building, heads turned. Not just because of the motorhome spectacle outside, but because Alexa walked like she owned the place. Her mini skirt clung to her hips, swaying with each step, and her unbuttoned blouse offered a generous view of cleavage that defied gravity. One woman in the lobby dropped her coffee. Another elbowed her coworker. Alexa smirked—same reaction as always.
3. Brenda Holloway, the accounting manager, intercepted her near the elevators. She was all business: navy blazer, sensible heels, and a stare that could freeze hell. "You’re late," Brenda said, glancing pointedly at her watch. Alexa shrugged. "Traffic." Brenda’s eyes flicked down Alexa’s body, lingered for half a second too long on her chest, then snapped back up. "Follow me."
4. The accounting department was a cubicle maze of muted grays and beige, but Alexa’s arrival sent a ripple through the room. Brenda introduced her to the team—Lisa, the wide-eyed intern; Jake, who nearly choked on his protein bar; Sarah, who looked like she wanted to say something bitchy but bit her tongue; and Mike, who pretended to be engrossed in a spreadsheet but hadn’t scrolled once. Brenda gestured to a desk in the corner. "Your station. AccountingPro 11 is booted up. Learn it."
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Chapter 2: Coding Chaos
1. AccountingPro 11 was a joke. Within minutes of opening the software, Alexa’s fingers flew across the keyboard, deleting entire chunks of outdated code. The interface was clunky, the formulas were inefficient, and the database structure made her physically recoil. By lunchtime, she’d rewritten the entire backend into something sleek—Alexa’s RealAccountingPro 1.0 glowed on her screen, mocking the corporate-approved garbage everyone else was using.
2. Sarah rolled her chair over, arms crossed. "So, when did you decide to… you know?" Alexa didn’t look up from her screen. "When I was nine and realized dolls were more fun than trucks." Sarah blinked. "And your parents just… let you?" Alexa snorted. "They helped. Best decision ever." Sarah opened her mouth again, but Jake cut in, leaning so far over his cubicle wall he almost toppled. "Wait, so you’re into girls?" Alexa grinned. "Pussies are my specialty, but prostate play hits different." Jake turned beet red.
3. Lisa, the intern, practically vibrated with nervous energy. "Are you single?" Alexa finally glanced up, amused. "Very. You offering?" Lisa squeaked and hid behind her monitor. Brenda’s office door slammed open. "Enough!" Her glare swept the room. "This isn’t a fucking talk show. Work." The team scrambled back to their desks, but not before Sarah mouthed "prostate play?" at Jake, who looked like he might pass out.
4. Alexa minimized her custom software just as Brenda walked by. The older woman paused, eyeing the lines of flawless code before they disappeared. "You’re not paid to rewrite company property." Alexa winked. "Good thing I didn’t save it to the server." Brenda’s lips twitched—almost a smile—before she strode away.
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Chapter 3: Lunchtime Circus
1. The cafeteria buzzed louder than Alexa’s phone after prom night. She barely sat down with her salad before a circle formed around her table—men loosening ties, women leaning in too close, all staring like she was a museum exhibit. "So, you’re really…?" a sweaty guy in marketing asked, gesturing vaguely at her body. Alexa popped a cherry tomato in her mouth. "Really what? Hot? Yeah." The crowd laughed, but two guys near the back whispered and bolted for the exit.
2. A lesbian couple slid into the seats across from her, their matching undercuts and smirks giving off predator energy. "We heard you like pussy," the taller one said, tracing her fork along her lips. Alexa licked her own slowly. "Only if it comes with a heartbeat." The shorter one choked on her water. Meanwhile, a married IT guy slid his business card toward her, his wedding band glinting under the fluorescents. "Drinks after work?" Alexa pocketed it without looking. "Your wife free too?"
3. The compliments came like a hailstorm—"most beautiful woman in SterlingSoft," "legs for days," "that ass deserves its own zip code." Alexa soaked it up, nodding graciously while mentally calculating which ones she’d consider bending over her motorhome’s wet bar later. Across the room, Brenda sipped her black coffee, watching the chaos with the calm of a sniper. Their eyes met; Alexa blew her a kiss. Brenda rolled hers but didn’t look away.
4. By the time Alexa stood to leave, she had seven date offers, three direct room number drops, and one whispered invitation to "check the server room’s stability." She stretched, arching her back until her blouse strained against her tits. "Thanks for lunch, everyone," she purred, sashaying out while the cafeteria erupted into hushed gossip.
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Chapter 4: Productivity Overload
1. Brenda slammed a stack of files onto Alexa’s desk hard enough to rattle the monitor. "Week’s workload. Due Friday." She didn’t wait for a response, just stalked off in her sensible heels. Alexa cracked her knuckles, reopened Alexa’s RealAccountingPro 1.0, and let her fingers dance. Formulas auto-populated, spreadsheets sorted themselves, and invoices practically filed themselves. By 2pm, she leaned back, stretching her arms over her head with a satisfied groan—just as Brenda rounded the corner again.
2. "Why aren’t you working?" Brenda’s voice could’ve iced whiskey. Alexa smiled sweetly. "Check your email." Brenda’s eyebrow twitched as she pulled out her phone. The notification showed seven completed reports, flawlessly formatted, sitting in her inbox. Her lips parted slightly—the closest thing to shock Alexa had seen from her. "You… how?" Alexa wiggled her manicured fingers. "Magic fingers." Across the room, Jake coughed into his fist.
3. Brenda recovered fast. "Lisa! Print these." The intern scrambled to the copier like a startled rabbit. Meanwhile, Alexa spun her chair toward Sarah’s cubicle. "Need help?" Sarah hesitated, then shoved a messy ledger at her. "Fix this disaster." Twenty minutes later, Sarah was staring at her screen like it had grown tits. "Holy shit." Mike peeked over, snorted, and dumped his own pile on Alexa’s desk. "Do mine next."
4. By quitting time, half the department’s work was done—all with Alexa’s secret software humming under their noses. Brenda watched from her office, arms crossed, as Alexa packed up. Their eyes locked again. This time, Brenda gave the tiniest nod. Alexa grinned, tossed her hair, and strutted out like she’d already won Employee of the Month.
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Chapter 5: Afterwork Confessions
1. The parking lot lights flickered to life as Alexa approached her motorhome, the heels of her boots clicking against the pavement. Behind her, two shadows hesitated before stepping forward—the same guys who’d bolted from the cafeteria earlier. "Hey," the taller one called, his voice tight with nerves. Alexa turned, arms crossed under her breasts. "Lost something?" The shorter one swallowed hard. "We, uh… wanted to apologize. And talk."
2. Inside the motorhome, their jaws dropped as Alexa hit a button and the interior transformed—LED strips glowing amber, the wet bar lighting up, the ceiling-mounted pole descending with a quiet hum. She poured three whiskeys, neat. "Talk." The taller one—Mark, she learned—fidgeted with his glass. "You’re fucking perfect," he admitted. "But our families…" His friend, Jason, nodded. "They’d lose their shit." Alexa sipped her drink, studying them. "So why’re you here?" Mark’s answer was a hungry kiss, his hands already pawing at her blouse.
3. Clothes hit the floor fast. Jason’s mouth latched onto Alexa’s left nipple while Mark bit her neck, their hands roaming her curves like starved men. When Alexa dropped to her knees, their cocks sprang free—thick and already leaking. She took Mark first, swallowing him whole while Jason watched, gripping his own shaft. "Fuck," Jason breathed as Alexa switched, her tongue swirling around his tip. They moaned like virgins, hips bucking into her throat.
4. On the bed, Alexa arched her back, presenting her ass while sucking Jason off. Mark spat on his cock and pushed inside her tight hole, groaning as her body clenched around him. Jason came first, painting Alexa’s lips white. Mark lasted longer, pounding her ass until his thighs shook, then pulling out to ejaculate across her lower back. Panting, they collapsed beside her—only for Alexa to frown when neither could get hard again. "Pathetic," she sighed, tossing their clothes at them. "Out." The door hissed shut behind their stunned faces.
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Chapter 6: Motorhome Revelations
1. Two weeks of Alexa’s magic had turned the accounting department from a stress-fueled nightmare into something resembling a functional workplace. Even Brenda’s perpetual frown had softened. "Team," she announced, leaning against her office doorway, "we’re celebrating. Drinks on me tonight." The group whooped—except Alexa, who twirled a strand of blonde hair around her finger. "Or," she purred, "save your money and let me host. My place has better drinks anyway."
2. The team trailed behind her like ducklings as she led them to the parking lot. When she stopped in front of the massive black motorhome, Jake whistled. "No fucking way." Alexa tapped a code into the keypad; the hydraulic stabilizers hissed, the sides unfolded, and the interior lights flickered on, revealing the penthouse-worthy space inside. Sarah’s mouth hung open. "You LIVE in this?" Alexa grinned. "And fuck in it. Frequently." Mike choked on his gum.
3. Inside, Lisa practically vibrated with excitement, running her hands over the wet bar’s marble countertop. Brenda, ever composed, took a slow sip of the bourbon Alexa handed her—top-shelf, naturally. "You built this?" Brenda asked, eyeing the descending pole stage. Alexa shrugged. "Customized it. The hot tub’s upstairs if anyone wants to get wet." Jake’s glass paused halfway to his lips. "That’s… a lot."
4. As the team scattered—some to the rooftop deck, others to the plush lounge—Brenda lingered by the bar. "You’re full of surprises," she muttered. Alexa leaned in close enough for Brenda to smell her vanilla perfume. "Stick around," she whispered, trailing a finger down Brenda’s sleeve. "I’ve got more." For the first time, Brenda didn’t pull away.
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Chapter 7: Rooftop Games
1. The rooftop deck became a minefield of empty glasses and bad decisions. Someone produced a bottle of tequila; someone else suggested Truth or Dare. Jake, already three shots deep, slurred, "Dare!" before Lisa could finish grinning. "Kiss Alexa. Tongue." Jake lunged across the hot tub, mashing his lips against hers while the team howled. Alexa let him grope her tits for five full seconds before shoving him off with a laugh. "Two out of ten. Work on your tongue game, Jakey."
2. Brenda’s turn came with lethal calm. She swirled her bourbon, eyed the group, and asked, "Who here would fuck Alexa?" Hands shot up—Mike’s so fast he spilled his beer. Sarah shrugged. "Duh." Even Lisa’s timid fingers crept halfway up. Then Brenda raised her own hand, slow and deliberate. The deck went silent. Alexa’s grin turned predatory. "Careful, boss. I might hold you to that."
3. Alexa’s dare was inevitable. The pole descended with a whisper as she stood, peeling off her crop top with agonizing slowness. Her tits bounced free, nipples already hard from the tequila and attention. The strip tease that followed should’ve been illegal—hips rolling, ass clapping, fingers trailing down her stomach toward the waistband of her shorts. Mike wolf-whistled; Jake looked ready to pass out. When she finally popped the button, Brenda’s grip tightened around her glass.
4. "Last dare!" Sarah yelled, drunk and bold. "Brenda—kiss her!" The team erupted. Brenda’s expression didn’t change, but she stood, strode to the pole, and grabbed Alexa’s waist. Their kiss was all teeth and dominance, Brenda’s tongue claiming Alexa’s mouth like she owned it. When they broke apart, Brenda wiped her lips and muttered, "Happy?" The cheers shook the deck. Alexa, breathless, just winked. "Round two later?"
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Chapter 8: Rooftop Orgy
1. The rooftop deck turned feral after Brenda's kiss. Tequila bottles rolled forgotten as clothes started vanishing—Jake ripped his polo off with a drunken cheer, Mike’s belt clattered to the deck, and Sarah’s dress pooled around her ankles. The rules were unspoken but clear: no male hands on female coworkers. Alexa, though? Fair game. Jake fumbled with her shorts, yanking them down to reveal her thick, already-hard cock twitching against her stomach. Mike groaned. "Fuck, you’re huge."
2. They took turns bending her over the hot tub’s edge. Jake went first, slamming into Alexa’s ass with zero finesse, his hips smacking against her plump cheeks. She arched back, gripping the tub’s rim as Mike knelt in front of her, feeding her his cock between moans. Sarah and Lisa watched, thighs pressed together, while Brenda lounged in a deck chair, sipping bourbon like it was dinner theater.
3. The men didn’t last. Jake came with a grunt, painting Alexa’s asshole white before staggering away. Mike took over, fucking her slow and deep until his legs gave out. By the time they collapsed, snoring against the lounge chairs, the women were already moving. Sarah dropped to her knees first, tongue swirling around Alexa’s leaking tip. "My turn," she purred, mounting her reverse-cowgirl with a gasp as that monstrous length split her open.
4. Lisa went next, whimpering as Alexa pinned her against the wet bar downstairs, pounding into her with brutal precision. Brenda waited until last. She didn’t rush—just slid onto Alexa’s cock with a sigh, riding her slow and deliberate, nails digging into Alexa’s tits. "Knew you’d be good at this," Alexa smirked. Brenda’s answer was a sharp roll of her hips, silencing her.
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Chapter 9: Morning After
1. Sunlight stabbed through the motorhome’s tinted windows, waking Sarah first with a groan. She sat up—and immediately winced, her thighs sticky with dried cum, her pussy throbbing like she’d been fucked by a freight train. Because she had. Alexa stood at the kitchenette, flipping pancakes in nothing but an apron, her cock swaying with each movement. "Hungry?" she asked, grinning as Sarah’s gaze dropped. Lisa stirred next, yelping when she tried to stand. "Why do I feel—oh god." Brenda was already upright, jaw tight, but the way her legs trembled betrayed her.
2. Alexa handed out designer dresses—black for Brenda, pastel for Lisa, red for Sarah—all tailored to their exact measurements. "How’d you—?" Sarah started, then remembered Alexa’s hands mapping every inch of her last night. The make-up kits were new, though: Chanel for Brenda, Dior for the others. "Figured you’d want to look presentable," Alexa said, pouring mimosas. Brenda snatched hers, drank half in one gulp, then froze as cum leaked down her thigh. Alexa licked syrup off her fingers. "That’s my girl."
3. Showers were awkward. Sarah yelped when water hit her swollen clit. Lisa whimpered as soap stung her stretched entrance. Brenda just glared at the tiles, scrubbing harder as Alexa’s scent clung to her skin. By the time they were dressed—clothes fitting suspiciously well—breakfast was cold but no one cared. Jake and Mike snored on the rooftop, still naked. "Leave them," Alexa said, tossing a blanket over their asses. "HR’s problem now."
4. The walk to the office was a wobbly parade. Lisa’s knees kept buckling. Sarah walked like she’d ridden a bull. Brenda’s usual power stride was reduced to careful, clenched steps. Alexa strolled beside them, freshly showered, humming. At the lobby, Brenda grabbed her wrist. "This never happened." Alexa kissed her cheek. "Whatever helps you sleep, boss." The elevator ride up was silent except for Lisa’s tiny moans whenever the car jolted. Alexa winked. "Round two tonight?" Sarah’s whimper was answer enough.
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