February 13, 2025 • 14 mins
Office politics just got complicated...She's gunning for a promotion. He's the annoyingly competent (and yes, attractive) colleague competing for the same role. They've managed to keep their rivalry strictly professional until a late-night presentation prep in his corner office changes everything...
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Writer: Alix Nicholson
Audio Producer: Jacob Round
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mamma Mia, a sensual audio
experience you can enjoy anywhere. Things are about to get
a little spicy, So now is the perfect time to
slip in your headphones and turn on I mean up
the volume. This is your time, clear your mind, take
(00:26):
a deep breath, get nice and comfy, and most importantly,
enjoy yourself. My heels click on the marble floor, echoing
(00:46):
through the empty hallway. It's late and the office is silent,
apart from the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Somewhere
to my right, a vacuum buzzes. The cleaner is still
tiding up for the next I turned the corner head
towards the glass door at the end of the corridor.
I can't believe I'm doing this again, Another late night
(01:09):
at the office, And of course it has to involve him.
It always involves him. We might technically be on the
same team, but this man is my competition, my very attractive,
very infuriating competition. No one boils my blood the way
(01:31):
that he does. I tap a light knock on the
glass door, a courtesy, not a request, and walk in
his office is different after dark, the city lights filtered
through the blinds, casting long shadows that dance across the
sleek modern furniture. The room is quiet, save for the
distant hum of the vacuum and a few remaining employees
(01:53):
shuffling around on the other side of the floor. He's
standing at the window, staring out at the city's gale,
his silhouette sharp against the skyline. He doesn't even acknowledge
my presence, just stands there. He's everything I despise, arrogant,
entitled ugh. He's also tall, lean, and ridiculously handsome, with
(02:19):
piercing eyes that drill directly into my soul and a
voice that droops with confidence no matter what he's saying.
Heat rushes through me as I admire his frame. I
have to call it for what it is, attraction. You
are undeniable, infuriating attraction. And I hate him for it
(02:41):
because it feels like losing. It feels like letting him win.
Am I clear my throat, the sound too loud for
the spell cast over the darkened room, and he turns
as I toss the papers onto his desk. The revised campaign,
I tell him, surprised at the huskiness in my tone
(03:02):
that doesn't usually underline our conversations. He doesn't say a word,
just stares at me in the glow of the city lights.
I feel the heat of his gaze rakes slowly, so slowly,
down my body and back up, stopping when his gaze
locks on mine. His arms remain folded over his chest,
(03:24):
and I can't see it through his crisp white shirt,
but I can tell the lines of his chest and
stomach are muscled hard. God's sake. Stop thinking about what's
under his clothes. Then the glint in his eyes tells
me he knows exactly what's on my mind. He takes
a step away from the window, moving towards me and
(03:45):
rooted to the ground. A slow, deep thrum begins to
build in my body as he prowls forward. His gaze
and the dim light is primal. His small smile hungry,
and heat pulls in my stomach as he stepped towards me.
He's so close I can feel the heat radiating off
his body, though we don't touch. I should walk away,
(04:09):
should walk the fuck out of here as quickly as
I can, get in an uber and go home. The
tension crackling between us is close to snapping, and before
I can say a word. Close is the distance between us,
his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss is fierce,
deep and desperate. I don't know what either of us
(04:32):
is trying to prove, but we both want to win
whatever this battle is. His hands find my waist, pulling
me against him as he deepens the kiss to melt
into him, my body betraying me. His fingers dig into
my hips hard, but I don't care. I want more,
(04:54):
I need more. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt.
My hand's trembling as I shove the fat brick aside,
desperate to get my hands on his bare chest. His hands,
strong and sure, moved to my blouse, tugging it out
of my skirt with a roughness that makes me gasp.
He pauses, pulling back just enough to look at me,
(05:14):
his eyes dark and filled with smoky desire. As he
holds my gaze. I see the question lying there. I nod,
and then his lips are on mine again. He backs
me up against his desk, the cool edge digging into
the backs of my thighs. His hands are everywhere, my waist,
(05:35):
my back, sliding up under my top. I arch into him,
needing more, but he pulls back just enough to make
me whimper in frustration. His fingers trailed down my neck,
his thumb brushing my collarbone as he studies me with
that infuriating smirk. His lips graze my ear, spucking every
(05:58):
nerve in my body, and his hands move lower, brushing
against the sensitive skin of my stomach, before sliding up
to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through
the fabric. A low moan escapes me, and I hate
how easily he unravels me, how desperate I feel, how needy.
(06:19):
But I can't bring myself to care, not when his
touch is setting my skin on fire, when my pussy
is suddenly slick and wet. He shifts his hands to
my ass, giving it a quick, firm tap that sends
a jolt through my coll My breath hitches, and I
grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white
(06:41):
as I try to ground myself that it's impossible, not
with the way he's touching me, the way he's looking
at me like he's already one. My voice breaks as
I try to say his name, trying, failing, I cling
the last shred of control I have. He leans in
his lips, brushing against mine in a ghost of a kiss,
(07:07):
and he whispers something like and his lips are on
mine again, demanding urgent. The kiss is fierce, teeth and
tongues clashing as we pour every ounce of frustration, every
unspoken word into the contact. His hands grip my waist,
pulling me against his hard body. His cock presses against me,
(07:31):
and a steady ache throbs where my thighs meet. I
need to feel him inside me. His hands grip my hips,
lifting me onto his desk with ease. Paper scatter, and
a pen holder goes crashing to the floor. His hands
slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, higher, until
(07:52):
it's bunched around my waist. I'm barely breathing, my heart
hammering in my chest as I watch him with wide
eyes and anticipation coiling in my stomach. He tells me
to spread my legs, his voice rough, thick with desire.
I obey, the cool air of the office brushing against
my exposed skin, making me shiver. His gaze is intense,
(08:16):
roaming over me, as if he is committing every inch
to memory. His hands follow the path of his eyes,
his touch deliberate, making me gasp as his fingers dip
beneath my pantelione, tracing the slickness gathering at my center.
His thumb draws lazy circles over my clip, igniting the
(08:39):
bundle of nerves, eliciting a cry from my lips. I
reach down, unbutton his trousers and push them down along
with his boxes. My eyes go wide as his impressive
erections springs free, and I bite my lip at the sight.
(08:59):
I try your fingertips over his chest, down his stomach
and lower, wrapping my fingers around the length of him.
He's thick and hard in my hand, a drop of
moisture appearing at the tip, and I give him a slow,
purposeful stroke. He groans, head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed.
(09:23):
I release him with a laugh. This man, he likes
to pretend he's so unshakable, losing control. His eyes darken
and he definitely unhooks my bra with one hand. He
takes a nipple gently into his mouth, sucking gently as
(09:43):
he teased it with his tongue. I thread my fingers
through his hair, holding him to me as my breath
leaves my body in pants and moans. He hooks his
finger in the waistband of my underwear, slowly peeling it
(10:05):
down my legs. His eyes devour me, his gaze hot
and hungry. I can feel the desire coming off him
in waves as he moves closer, standing poised between my
open legs, and with one push, Oh, he's inside me,
(10:26):
claiming me right there on his desk. I gasp as
he feels me completely, crying out at the sensation. He
only groans thrustsata, his hips moving in steady, delicious circles.
(10:46):
The sound of our heavy breathing and moans is all
that fills the room.
Speaker 2 (10:53):
Ha ha ha ah.
Speaker 1 (11:02):
He throbs deep inside me, and I increase the speed,
giving my body over to the pressure coiling in my body,
tightening with each thrust. My breath comes in raggagasps ah ah,
(11:24):
as his hands dive into my hair and I arch
into him. The desk beneath me is cool and hard,
and the pressure building is delicious and unbearable. I cling
to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I
(11:48):
ride his thick length.
Speaker 2 (11:51):
Oh.
Speaker 1 (11:53):
He pulls my head back and kisses my neck as
he thrusts deeper and deeper, grazing the soft skin there
with his teeth, and it's my undoing.
Speaker 2 (12:11):
Ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Speaker 1 (12:28):
I cry out. My body's shaking as wave after a
wave of pleasure washes through me. I feel him swell
inside me, and with a few more thrusts, he follows
his release, pouring into me as he groans my name,
(12:50):
a deep guttural prayer. I collapse against him, breathing heavily,
my heart pounding in my chest. He wraps his arms
around me, holding me close, his head buried in my
(13:13):
neck as we gasp to regain control. I'm breathless and trembling.
My body's still humming with the aftershocks. I pushed gently
(13:35):
against his chest and he steps back, watching me with
an unreadable expression as he slides out of me. I
hop off the desk, straightening my skirt and smoothing my
hair legs like jelly. A smirk tugs at the corners
of his mouth, and he shakes his head in that
(13:58):
infuriating way that makes me want to slap his stupid
gorgeous face. Don't get used to being in control, I say,
as I turn on my heel and head for the door.
It's the only time you'll ever have the upper hand
Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mamma Mia, a sensual audio
experience you can enjoy anywhere. Things are about to get
a little spicy, So now is the perfect time to
slip in your headphones and turn on I mean up
the volume. This is your time, clear your mind, take
(00:26):
a deep breath, get nice and comfy, and most importantly,
enjoy yourself. My heels click on the marble floor, echoing
(00:46):
through the empty hallway. It's late and the office is silent,
apart from the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Somewhere
to my right, a vacuum buzzes. The cleaner is still
tiding up for the next I turned the corner head
towards the glass door at the end of the corridor.
I can't believe I'm doing this again, Another late night
(01:09):
at the office, And of course it has to involve him.
It always involves him. We might technically be on the
same team, but this man is my competition, my very attractive,
very infuriating competition. No one boils my blood the way
(01:31):
that he does. I tap a light knock on the
glass door, a courtesy, not a request, and walk in
his office is different after dark, the city lights filtered
through the blinds, casting long shadows that dance across the
sleek modern furniture. The room is quiet, save for the
distant hum of the vacuum and a few remaining employees
(01:53):
shuffling around on the other side of the floor. He's
standing at the window, staring out at the city's gale,
his silhouette sharp against the skyline. He doesn't even acknowledge
my presence, just stands there. He's everything I despise, arrogant,
entitled ugh. He's also tall, lean, and ridiculously handsome, with
(02:19):
piercing eyes that drill directly into my soul and a
voice that droops with confidence no matter what he's saying.
Heat rushes through me as I admire his frame. I
have to call it for what it is, attraction. You
are undeniable, infuriating attraction. And I hate him for it
(02:41):
because it feels like losing. It feels like letting him win.
Am I clear my throat, the sound too loud for
the spell cast over the darkened room, and he turns
as I toss the papers onto his desk. The revised campaign,
I tell him, surprised at the huskiness in my tone
(03:02):
that doesn't usually underline our conversations. He doesn't say a word,
just stares at me in the glow of the city lights.
I feel the heat of his gaze rakes slowly, so slowly,
down my body and back up, stopping when his gaze
locks on mine. His arms remain folded over his chest,
(03:24):
and I can't see it through his crisp white shirt,
but I can tell the lines of his chest and
stomach are muscled hard. God's sake. Stop thinking about what's
under his clothes. Then the glint in his eyes tells
me he knows exactly what's on my mind. He takes
a step away from the window, moving towards me and
(03:45):
rooted to the ground. A slow, deep thrum begins to
build in my body as he prowls forward. His gaze
and the dim light is primal. His small smile hungry,
and heat pulls in my stomach as he stepped towards me.
He's so close I can feel the heat radiating off
his body, though we don't touch. I should walk away,
(04:09):
should walk the fuck out of here as quickly as
I can, get in an uber and go home. The
tension crackling between us is close to snapping, and before
I can say a word. Close is the distance between us,
his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss is fierce,
deep and desperate. I don't know what either of us
(04:32):
is trying to prove, but we both want to win
whatever this battle is. His hands find my waist, pulling
me against him as he deepens the kiss to melt
into him, my body betraying me. His fingers dig into
my hips hard, but I don't care. I want more,
(04:54):
I need more. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt.
My hand's trembling as I shove the fat brick aside,
desperate to get my hands on his bare chest. His hands,
strong and sure, moved to my blouse, tugging it out
of my skirt with a roughness that makes me gasp.
He pauses, pulling back just enough to look at me,
(05:14):
his eyes dark and filled with smoky desire. As he
holds my gaze. I see the question lying there. I nod,
and then his lips are on mine again. He backs
me up against his desk, the cool edge digging into
the backs of my thighs. His hands are everywhere, my waist,
(05:35):
my back, sliding up under my top. I arch into him,
needing more, but he pulls back just enough to make
me whimper in frustration. His fingers trailed down my neck,
his thumb brushing my collarbone as he studies me with
that infuriating smirk. His lips graze my ear, spucking every
(05:58):
nerve in my body, and his hands move lower, brushing
against the sensitive skin of my stomach, before sliding up
to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through
the fabric. A low moan escapes me, and I hate
how easily he unravels me, how desperate I feel, how needy.
(06:19):
But I can't bring myself to care, not when his
touch is setting my skin on fire, when my pussy
is suddenly slick and wet. He shifts his hands to
my ass, giving it a quick, firm tap that sends
a jolt through my coll My breath hitches, and I
grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white
(06:41):
as I try to ground myself that it's impossible, not
with the way he's touching me, the way he's looking
at me like he's already one. My voice breaks as
I try to say his name, trying, failing, I cling
the last shred of control I have. He leans in
his lips, brushing against mine in a ghost of a kiss,
(07:07):
and he whispers something like and his lips are on
mine again, demanding urgent. The kiss is fierce, teeth and
tongues clashing as we pour every ounce of frustration, every
unspoken word into the contact. His hands grip my waist,
pulling me against his hard body. His cock presses against me,
(07:31):
and a steady ache throbs where my thighs meet. I
need to feel him inside me. His hands grip my hips,
lifting me onto his desk with ease. Paper scatter, and
a pen holder goes crashing to the floor. His hands
slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, higher, until
(07:52):
it's bunched around my waist. I'm barely breathing, my heart
hammering in my chest as I watch him with wide
eyes and anticipation coiling in my stomach. He tells me
to spread my legs, his voice rough, thick with desire.
I obey, the cool air of the office brushing against
my exposed skin, making me shiver. His gaze is intense,
(08:16):
roaming over me, as if he is committing every inch
to memory. His hands follow the path of his eyes,
his touch deliberate, making me gasp as his fingers dip
beneath my pantelione, tracing the slickness gathering at my center.
His thumb draws lazy circles over my clip, igniting the
(08:39):
bundle of nerves, eliciting a cry from my lips. I
reach down, unbutton his trousers and push them down along
with his boxes. My eyes go wide as his impressive
erections springs free, and I bite my lip at the sight.
(08:59):
I try your fingertips over his chest, down his stomach
and lower, wrapping my fingers around the length of him.
He's thick and hard in my hand, a drop of
moisture appearing at the tip, and I give him a slow,
purposeful stroke. He groans, head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed.
(09:23):
I release him with a laugh. This man, he likes
to pretend he's so unshakable, losing control. His eyes darken
and he definitely unhooks my bra with one hand. He
takes a nipple gently into his mouth, sucking gently as
(09:43):
he teased it with his tongue. I thread my fingers
through his hair, holding him to me as my breath
leaves my body in pants and moans. He hooks his
finger in the waistband of my underwear, slowly peeling it
(10:05):
down my legs. His eyes devour me, his gaze hot
and hungry. I can feel the desire coming off him
in waves as he moves closer, standing poised between my
open legs, and with one push, Oh, he's inside me,
(10:26):
claiming me right there on his desk. I gasp as
he feels me completely, crying out at the sensation. He
only groans thrustsata, his hips moving in steady, delicious circles.
(10:46):
The sound of our heavy breathing and moans is all
that fills the room.
Speaker 2 (10:53):
Ha ha ha ah.
Speaker 1 (11:02):
He throbs deep inside me, and I increase the speed,
giving my body over to the pressure coiling in my body,
tightening with each thrust. My breath comes in raggagasps ah ah,
(11:24):
as his hands dive into my hair and I arch
into him. The desk beneath me is cool and hard,
and the pressure building is delicious and unbearable. I cling
to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I
(11:48):
ride his thick length.
Speaker 2 (11:51):
Oh.
Speaker 1 (11:53):
He pulls my head back and kisses my neck as
he thrusts deeper and deeper, grazing the soft skin there
with his teeth, and it's my undoing.
Speaker 2 (12:11):
Ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Speaker 1 (12:28):
I cry out. My body's shaking as wave after a
wave of pleasure washes through me. I feel him swell
inside me, and with a few more thrusts, he follows
his release, pouring into me as he groans my name,
(12:50):
a deep guttural prayer. I collapse against him, breathing heavily,
my heart pounding in my chest. He wraps his arms
around me, holding me close, his head buried in my
(13:13):
neck as we gasp to regain control. I'm breathless and trembling.
My body's still humming with the aftershocks. I pushed gently
(13:35):
against his chest and he steps back, watching me with
an unreadable expression as he slides out of me. I
hop off the desk, straightening my skirt and smoothing my
hair legs like jelly. A smirk tugs at the corners
of his mouth, and he shakes his head in that
(13:58):
infuriating way that makes me want to slap his stupid
gorgeous face. Don't get used to being in control, I say,
as I turn on my heel and head for the door.
It's the only time you'll ever have the upper hand
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