Captured in Amber

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Captured in Amber

A short story by jokermon

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It is not meant to reflect any actual people, events or medical conditions.

It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content.

If that's not your thing, don't read it. If it is unlawful for you to read this type of material

where you reside, don't read it. If you are not old enough to lawfully read this type of material

according to your local laws, don't read it. This story is copyright the author©2009.

Cynthia inhaled deeply, leaning in close.

“Mmmm,” she said with her eyes closed in bliss, “what is that beautiful scent you’re wearing?”

Carol started. She’d been typing the financial report at a good clip, the words flying across her screen. Now all of a sudden her boss’s assistant had invaded her cubicle and broken her groove.

“Nothing.” She felt like waving her away. Shoo, fly. “I’m not wearing anything.”

“Are you sure?” Cynthia sniffed again, and a dreamy smile spread over her usually pinched features. “It’s goooood.”

Cynthia loomed over her. It unsettled Carol. This was unlike Cynthia; ordinarily, she was the one to be standoffish and touchy about her personal space.

“Yes, I’m sure. Cynthia, please, I’m busy here.”

“Okay.” Cynthia walked away reluctantly, still savoring the unknown fragrance. Carol risked a discreet whiff of herself, but smelled nothing. She shook her head and resumed typing. In a few minutes she had forgotten the interruption.

~~~

Two hours ahead of schedule, Carol dropped the hard copy of her completed report on Sarah’s desk.

“Oh great,” her boss enthused, picking it up. She flipped through it, nodding and tapping notes on her digital notepad. “Excellent. Excellent.”

Carol smiled, feeling the tension uncoil and dissipate in her tummy. It had taken a lot of evenings and weekends, but she was proud of the finished product.

All of a sudden, Sarah stopped. She looked at Carol.

“What is that delightful perfume you’re wearing?”

She started, remembering Cynthia. “I’m not–I didn’t put on anything.”

“New shampoo? Lotion maybe?” Sarah drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Oh my. That’s wonderful.”

“No, nothing.”

Carol was more than a little taken aback when Sarah got up and walked over. Her boss leaned down to smell her. She was much closer than Carol was comfortable with, and she had no idea what to do.

Sarah’s famous bosom hung directly in Carol’s face. Ordinarily, Sarah wore conservative power suits, but her breasts were big enough to jut through them. Her tits were the talk of the company. Many of the male employees commented on the fact tha