Short text stoies

Hi Hi ✨

I'm experimenting with a new way of storytelling - through chats. I believe it's a cool way to present a scenario in a simple, casual, and relatable manner. Sometimes, the scenario is so compelling that it can inspire a longer story. That's what happened with story 4, the office story, which you can read below 👇🏻.

I hope you enjoy this idea and let me know if you have any other ideas for this format! ✨

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Late night in the office

James typed out the number and hit send on his message app. "Hey, my buddy Mike said you guys could help me out while pulling this late night at the office?"

The reply came through almost immediately. "Huge boost at your service! We're here to provide exactly what hardworking men need to relax a bit and then get back to being productive."

James furrowed his brow, re-reading the message. Relax? Was this some sort of energy drink delivery service? Or maybe they were pushing new stimulants on the low? He fired back a message.

"Okay, cool. What've you got available right now?"

The response listed out: "We have 3 beautiful options currently: Small: Lara, Medium: Lucy, and Large: Joss."

Weird naming conventions, James thought. But Mike vouched for these guys. "I'll take the medium, Lucy then."

"Excellent choice! Any clothing preferences for Lucy?"

James paused, fingers hovering over his phone's screen. Clothing...preferences? What the hell did that mean? He decided to just ask.

"Sorry, I thought you were an energy drink company or something. What exactly is this service?"

The next reply was just a single photo attachment. James' eyes went wide as he took in the image of an incredibly tall, muscular, and gorgeous amazon of a woman dressed in tight red lingerie that could barely contain her massive physique. Below it simply read:

"This is Lucy."

James' hands trembled as he typed back: "Uh...I think there's been a misunderstanding. I was just looking for some sort of energy boost or stimulant service, not...whatever this is?"

James stared at his phone screen, his mind racing as he tried to process exactly what kind of service this "Huge boost" company was offering. Before he could type out another confused message, a new response came through.

"No misunderstanding at all, James! Allow us to explain our unique service." The message continued in an upbeat, lighthearted tone. "We provide personal visits from amazingly toned, muscular women like the lovely Lucy you see pictured. The ideal antidote to workplace stress and burnout!"

James felt his face flushing as he read on. "Simply have one of our gorgeous, discreetly-dressed associates come to your office after-hours. You'll then be able to lay hands on and even squeeze their incredibly dense, powerful musculature. Like an ultra-relaxing combination of an anti-stress therapy dog and one of those hand exercise balls - but in a spectacular 7'2" package!"

He gulped, imagining running his hands over the vast, tangled fields of muscle cording Lucy's body. Touching those enormous, rock-hard peaks and valleys. James shifted in his desk chair, suddenly aware of how confined his pants felt.

"Uh, I...I see. And this is...a common service?" His fingers trembled slightly as he typed. "Totally on the level?"

The reply was instantaneous. "Of course! We're permitted entrepreneurs, not escorts. Providing frustration relief to overworked professionals through admiration of the peaked female form. Lucy and her friends live for helping gentlemen like yourself de-stress."

James took a deep, steadying breath. What the hell. When was the last time he did something outrageous and lived a little? He began typing again.

"Okay...what are the rates? And EXACTLY how discreet are we talking for the clothing?"