Nevada Day

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, MaleDom, Light Bond, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Workplace, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: An office Halloween party brings more than its share of surprises.

On October 31, 1864, the Nevada territory was granted statehood into the United States, making it the thirty-sixth state. In 1993, the Nevada State legislation designated October 31 as a state holiday, or Nevada Day. Then, in 2000, they decided to make the last Friday in October the day Nevadans celebrate Nevada Day. This is a fancy way of saying school and state government buildings are closed on the last Friday of October.

So why am I boring you with a history lesson? So you better understand my story. My boss, Jacob Hoskins, is a native born Nevadan who is proud of his state's history. He requires all of his employees to learn things about Nevada. Luckily, he's not really anal about it. His biggest thing is us knowing about Nevada Day. Since he liked having Halloween off as a kid, we still close on October 31 regardless of what day of the week it falls on. Our clients know this is just how he is.

This year, the Sesquicentennial, or 150th anniversary of Nevada Day, aka Halloween, is on a Friday. Jacob has announced we are having a huge Halloween party in the office on Thursday so we can enjoy our Nevada Day with our family and friends. Now, Jacob throws us a nice Christmas party every year before we shut down for two weeks at Christmas, the way the public school do. It's just cheaper to shut-down for the two weeks than to run a skeleton crew for maybe two clients.

Oh, right, you don't know what we do, we're a moderately sized accounting firm. There are about thirty or so people who work there from accountants to secretaries. We work with a few smaller, local casinos here in Las Vegas, and some other local business owners. They all know we don't work Nevada Day, Halloween, the week of Thanksgiving, and the two weeks at Christmas. I'm not an accountant though, I'm a secretary, Jacob's secretary to be exact.

Who am I, you ask? Oh, I'm Morgan Schneider. Though, some who know me might say, "The Queen of Bad Decisions." Why? Well, about two or three years ago I was dating a guy named Clinton Moore. Clint, as we all called him, was a smooth talker, and a hell of a lover. He convinced me to move to Las Vegas with him where he claimed he had a great job opportunity waiting. Like my nickname implies, I followed. His great job opportunity was working for a local casino owner during the day, and stealing cars or dealing drugs at night.

Now, I didn't know about his night work until the day the cops arrived to raid our home and arrest us both. I felt so foolish. I didn't know what to do. I mean, I had only been here a few months, and had no family or friends I could call for help. Clint decided to call his boss, Mr. Rocca, for help. Mr. Rocca came with his lawyers. They read the charges and went to work. I was nearly conned into signing a confession I didn't understand that would have cost me several years behind bars by a cop I thought I could trust. When all was said and done, I was released and the charges against me were dropped. Clint, on the other hand, was convicted and sentenced to ten years.

Though, my troubles didn't end there. I was fired from my job because of the arrest, and was evicted from the apartment I shared with Clint. In fact, I was packing my bags when Mr. Rocca arrived at my home with an offer I couldn't refuse. He said he knew Clint was a sleazebag and had been investigating him for some time. It's how he knew I was innocent and why he fought so hard to get the charges against me dropped. This was all fine and dandy, I told him, but it didn't solve my current problem.

That's when he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Well, I guess I could have, but only if I was stuck on stupid, which I was trying not to be anymore. He needed a girl to work in an accounting firm as a secretary and spy to see if they were stealing from him. He worked with three different ones, and he was sure one was stealing from him, but he wasn't sure. Of course I jumped at the chance. Then he helped me pack my bags and took me to what would be my new apartment, on the other side of town. It was a nice one bedroom place that more than met my needs.

It was there in my new apartment, Mr. Rocca made me pay for his services. It was a night of hot, passionate sex. Mr. Rocca was an incredible lover, but made it very clear, this was a one night event and I was to never speak of it again. I have a job and a roof over my head so trust me, I have never spoken of it, until now.

That's how I met Jacob Hoskins. Mr. Hoskins is a handsome man in his late thirties, with dark auburn hair, and piercing gray eyes. He always wears a three-piece suit with a vest, tie, slacks, jacket, and starched shirt. He wasn't thrilled about hiring me, as he suspected I was a plant, but he agreed to give me a month trial because he was in dire need of a secretary after his last one had to leave because her Air Force husband was transferred to Europe.

Mr. Hoskins was all business, but his former secretary was something else. After a week, I still couldn't figure out her filing system so I decided to stay late one night to try to reorganize it. Once I thought everyone had left, I kicked off my shoes, and started pulling files. After a couple of hours, I slipped off to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw two men moving around my desk. In a panic, I slipped into an open office and called the police.

Imagine my embarrassment when I learned my "intruders" were my boss and his driver/bodyguard. Turns out he was investigating why someone was still in the building after hours and had also called the police. Once it was clear no one was committing a crime, the officer who had come scolded us both.

But my surprises didn't end there. Mr. Hoskins didn't fire me, but had me come in the following Saturday and helped me reorganize the files. Turned out we were over-billing some clients and under-charging others. Those we overcharged, we notified that they had a credit for their loyalty, the under-billed ones were told of a price increase to help make-up for our losses. It totally worked. Mr. Rocca was one of those overcharged clients. He told me later he was so glad I was there to fix the problem with the billing.

Fast forward to October, and I was in need a costume for our Nevada Day/Halloween party at the office. I decided this year I would find the sexiest costume I could and since Halloween was also on a Friday, I would wear it to a local bar for their annual Halloween contest. The problem was, this is Vegas, and being the sexiest woman in a bar is never easy.

I hit several costume shops, but the quality was so poor, or the prices were so high, it wasn't looking good. However, I'm not the kind of girl who gives up easily, and if I had to, I'd hodge-podge a costume. I went into what I thought was yet another costume shop, but it was a consignment store with a slew of nice clothes. Only in Las Vegas could such a place exist.

That's where I found it, the perfect costume. I swear it was practically custom made for me. It hugged every curve in a way that made me sexy without being slutty. I bought it on the spot with the matching shoes that were also in my size. The sales clerk smiled wickedly at me as I paid her. I figured she knew this outfit would probably get me laid, and I was hoping she was right.

My costume only needed some make-up for me that was more unique than what I normally wore, but that was fine, and easier to find than the costume. I realized after I got home my costume even came with the jewelry needed to make the look complete.

Thursday, October 30th, came quickly and we closed early so everyone could go home, change into their costumes, and come back. The best part was we still got paid for the full day. I was so excited to put on my new costume and get back to the office. I was careful putting everything on, including styling my hair and putting on my make-up. A last look in the mirror told me I'd definitely turn a few heads tonight and tomorrow.

When I arrived, the party was already in full swing. Mr. Hoskins spared no expense. There was a local band, caterers, and some amazing decorations. Our normal conservative office was now a haunted office with surprises behind every door. All the normal office furniture was moved into a few of the back offices so we had access to the bigger rooms for the party.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Carla, one of the other secretaries, wearing a poodle skirt and blouse. "Where did you get that costume?"

"Better yet," asked Sandra, wearing a long princess gown, "where did you get that body?"

I smiled proudly and spun around to show the girls my entire belly-dancer/genie costume. The top was a golden bra and the harem pants were purple and green, trimmed in gold coins and lace. My veil was a sheer purple that covered my nose and mouth and connected with the purple and golden hat. I pulled my hair up into a single pony tail that was woven through the hat. The shoes were golden and the jewelry was very gypsy like, so I jingled as I walked.

"You like?"

"Like?" exclaimed Carla. "I fucking love!"

"Seriously, where did you find this?" asked Sandra.

"Local consignment shop. I think it was in Winchester or Spring Valley, but it might have been Paradise."

"You're going to give every straight guy a fucking boner," said Carla.

We all laughed and headed in. Turned out I was the only one who dared to dress like I did. I didn't care, I was a sexy, single woman living in Las Vegas who was hoping to get laid tomorrow night, and I wasn't about to buy a special costume for my work. It wasn't like I was naked.

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