Spice At Work Vol 1
A Flight Attendant, A Foot Massage, An Interview, Two Housecleaners, One Intern
Five women. Five workplaces. Every one of them crosses a line she was not supposed to cross.
Each of these five stories is also sold individually. If you’ve already read Airotica Airlines, Aching Feet, Sated, Borrowed Lives and The Summer Intern, this collection has nothing new for you — it’s the same five stories, in one file, at one price.
AIROTICA AIRLINES. Neha’s maiden flight is on an airline built entirely around adult in-flight entertainment for the elite — clothing optional, fifteen wealthy passengers, and an entertainment system that conveniently dies mid-air. She becomes the show. She is joined by the co-pilot, then the pilot and finally he passengers. By the time the flight lands, she’s stopped counting.
ACHING FEET. Liyana, a visitor from the Singapore office, is stranded in a monsoon-flooded Mumbai office with sore feet and two days left in the country. Omkar has a physiotherapist father and a far less professional set of intentions. One warm towel, taken slowly, gives an erotic spin to the night.
SATED. Everything happens for a reason. Dolly gave up a good man in Thrissur because her family wouldn’t accept an interfaith relationship. Three years later, in a Bahrain interview room, a rumpled boss with wire-rimmed glasses gives her a second answer to a question she thought she’d already settled. The longest story in the collection, and the one that decides what “fit” actually means.
BORROWED LIVES. Nandini cleans other people’s flats in Kolkata and, once the door shuts, tries on their lives — their sarees, their perfume, their fantasies. Then she looks across a courtyard and recognizes her own husband doing exactly the same thing. Then the couple’s role plays get erotic and have consequences in their own bedroom life.
THE SUMMER INTERN. Twenty-two years later, a journalist’s question about regret takes Saranya back to Toronto — to the eight weeks Samay interned at the agency where she worked, and the one night they shared. A warm, funny flashback, remembered fondly.
Five standalone stories, five settings, one theme: what happens once the workday stops being the point.
Desi flight attendant mile-high multiple partners erotica • Foot fetish interracial office one night affair • Bahrain boss, Indian employee explicit novella • Indian domestic help married couple roleplay • Indian intern in Toronto slow-burn one night stand • Interracial and all-Indian pairings • Explicit throughout • Five standalone erotic stories in one collection.
Explicit. 18+ Adults only. Each story is also available separately.
A glimpse beneath the sheets…
Collection of Five Standalone Stories: A Flight Attendant, A Foot Massage, An Interview, Two Housecleaners, One Intern
Five women. Five workplaces. Five ways of deciding the job isn’t the only thing happening in the room.
AIROTICA AIRLINES. Neha’s maiden flight is on an airline built entirely around adult in-flight entertainment — fifteen ultra-wealthy passengers, a clothing-optional staff handbook, and an entertainment system that conveniently dies mid-air. She decides to become the entertainment and dances for the passengers. At their request, it escalates into a strip dance. Then she masturbates for them. The co-pilot joins her for his first time ever, then the captain and finally all the passengers. Eight hours of pure adult entertainment of the kind nobody onboard expected. Her first flight. Their best flight.
ACHING FEET. Liyana is from his company’s Singapore office, visiting the Mumbai office. From day one, he finds her feet irresistible and secretly names her Lilly in his mind. Then the two of them get stranded in the monsoon-flooded Mumbai office. Her feet aching in stilettos. There are just two days left before she flies back to Singapore. Omkar has a physiotherapist father and offers a foot massage. He gets a stack of towels and a basin of hot water from the empty gym floor. It starts as a foot massage and then moves up her leg. When he reaches her pussy, he says “Tell me to go back to the feet, and I will.” She doesn’t. Then clothes start coming off and the massage takes an erotic turn. One warm and wet towel, moving over the body, turns the night into something he hoped for, and she never imagined.
SATED. Years ago, Dolly broke it off with Irfan, a good man who loved her, because of opposition from the family and boarded a plane to Bahrain. Now, sixteen days from the expiry of her visa, she walks into an interview room in a black dress that has never once failed to do its job. Faris Al Ansari is younger than she expected, rumpled, and keeps taking his glasses off to clean them every time his eyes drop below her face. He gives her the job. Then she asks him where she can find condoms. He finally takes the hint, takes her out to dinner, then to his place. Over the night, she comes to realize breaking it off with Irfan wasn’t the worst thing that happened to her after all.
BORROWED LIVES. By day, Nandini cleans the apartments of Kolkata’s rich. Once the doors close behind her, she puts on their sarees, their perfume, their jewellery, and for forty minutes she is somebody else entirely — a socialite, a model, someone else’s wife. It’s harmless. Private. Hers. Then, across the courtyard through a third-floor window, she watches another cleaner play exactly the same game, and recognizes the stoop of a man she’s been married to for eleven years. Now it becomes their thing and turns into an erotic roleplay with both of them imagining and enacting the sex life of the residents. But fun comes at a price.
THE SUMMER INTERN. Saranya is fifty when a journalist’s question about regret in life takes her back twenty-two years, back to Toronto — to the eight weeks when Samay interned at the agency where she worked as a stenographer. He was funny, irreverent and talented. He made everyone laugh and she had come off a relationship where her ex could suck the life of any room he walked into. The contrast meant that she was drawn to him. The days counted down and the sexual tension between them kept rising. Then came his last day at the office and the day before he would be flying back to India. She asked him to walk her home. He didn’t go to his house that night. Warm, funny, and remembered fondly: the kind of regret that isn’t really about him at all, and the kind of night that explains exactly why she’s never quite put it down.
Five standalone stories. Five settings, from a Mumbai office to a Bahrain hospital to a Toronto ad agency. Explicit throughout, and each one is also sold on its own — read them separately or read them here, together, at one price.
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