Three hours on the road and Susan was already tired, tense, and almost giddy with fatigue, yet still more than an hour from the hotel and Joanne's big bachelorette weekend. She'd hoped to time her arrival so she'd get there sometime after eleven-- early enough to still make an appearance, but late enough that the girls would be too drunk to notice if she quietly slipped away to the hotel cocktail lounge in search of more interesting companionship-
It had been more than a week since I had seduced -- no, Taken -- my boss Rick. The entire episode had been unplanned and fully out of character for both of us. Rick was a tall, muscular, dominant man. I was short with a few extra pounds, and had the reputation for being a bit of a nurturer, a friendly port amidst work-related storms. Certainly I had found Rick attractive right from the day I first met him.
There was a tiny problem with taking showers where I lived then. No, it wasn't that other people used up my soap and shampoo, because I wisely kept them in my room. And wasn't that the lock was broken and sometimes people would walk in on me, because that was kind of exciting (they were mostly boys). And it wasn't that this shower sometimes went freezing cold with no warning, although that was very annoying and could be a real o-killer.
Hunny was bored. She was on vacation, and had more time than she knew what to do with. She was a workaholic who spent hours at her office, and wasn't used to all this free time. Her boss had insisted that take a break, after the conclusion of a particularly successful project. Her boss had hinted that upon her return, she would be made partner at the firm, but that they wanted her well-rested before she assumed her new post.
I realize I’m the only freshman girl and the youngest member of the cross-country team, but Jesus. I’ll be nineteen in the spring, so I’m not a kid any more. Oh, I expected some hazing. In fact, I didn’t even mind it that much when they told me I’d have to hand out towels in the boys locker room the first week of practice…naked. I just wrapped a towel around me. When they argued, I said I was naked under the towel and they needed to be more specific next time.
Nicky pushed opened the back-door to Bob's house. It was Tuesday so she had at least three hours before Bob, her landlord, returned from his weekly trip to town. Three hours to do some washing, have a hot shower and grab some food before Bob returned with his groceries, animal feed and fuel. Nicky lived in a caravan on Bob's farm. Every other day Nicky had to bathe using a basin and a sponge but on Tuesdays she took the opportunity to 'play house' while Bob was out.
Melissa glanced at the clock while finishing up on the patient in the chair. It was nearly six, and she normally would have been home by now. But this patient came in the office only minutes before closing complaining of a toothache. And Dr. Roger Coast, Melissa's older brother, was willing to stay over to help. Of course that meant that Melissa would have to stay as well. Melissa was the only dental assistant who was a salaried employee.
It was the stupidest thing I've done in my entire life; let's be honest, I knew that at the time but I still did it, silly cow! It was just before Christmas, and I'd gone with a few of my fellow teachers to the pub to celebrate the end of term – my first in my new profession. I'm Cathy Hull by the way, 23, pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way with a pale face, regular features, shoulder length brown hair (mousey, if I'm, being honest), and quite petite, five-foot-four with a slim figure. I'm from just outside London, and the school I teach at is about fifty miles north of my home town.
It was 1:30 in the morning and the streets were deserted. That was a good thing since I wasn't focusing on the road. All I could think about was fucking Joann. That had been pretty much my only thought since I discovered she had embezzled a large sum of cash from the radio station we worked for. I'd been holding that over her head for a couple of weeks and taking advantage of it on a daily basis.
I was born Faye Alexandria Maratov, and I am a whore.
This means a variety of things to a variety of people. To most men this means that (despite the biological and psychological impossibility of it) I am ALWAYS wet, ready, and more than willing. With few exceptions, even the most sensible of men is willing to believe that I want nothing more at that moment in time than to be shoved up against a wall and fucked.