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Vivienne couldn't believe it. How the hell could she lose her keys again? This was the third time she couldn't find the keys to her apartment in the last 4 months. And as she dumped everything out of her purse onto the floor, the grim reality set in. She was locked out. It was 2am. She was tired from work. AND, the super would be gone for 2 days so there's no way she could even get another set of keys.

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Sarah was employed as a personal secretary to one of the directors of a London finance company. She really enjoyed her job and her boss was good to her. So good in fact that they frequently slept together. She was indeed a very "personal" secretary! Sarah was waiting in the arrivals hall at Heathrow. Her boss had been called abroad on business and he had phoned to ask her to collect a couple of Arab business men. They were employed by a very wealthy oil Sheikh in one of the Gulf States and were very important customers.

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Since the first time I came across her she was the sexiest woman I ever seen. I was alone in the break room at the office job I work at, since most everyone else ate lunch at the surrounding fast food places. I'm Joseph Sanchez, an average lookin guy that worked at this call center for a few months now and was still learning the ropes on helping people pay their water bills.

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She wasn’t much to look at to most, with her brownish hair as it fell from the handkerchief over her head, and her raggedy apron that hid every curve Devaro knew was there. He could see potential beauty that was his to uncover as he watched her clean the floors of the brothel house. He had asked her name earlier. It was Jenna, he had asked knowing she was not one of the service girls, it didn’t matter; he wanted her name anyways.

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When you're not too bright you have to rely more on brawn than brains. At least I do. I never had a chance to get into college; in fact I, Ryan Allison, was lucky to get out of High School. My family was poor, and I'm just OK looking as far as facial features are concerned, so all I've ever had going for me was a big dick and big biceps, the first genetic, the second mostly because of hard work.

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Deanna had been working at the Hair Palace for nearly two years now. The 21-year-old had been cutting and styling hair since she graduated high school three years ago and was good at her job. It didn't hurt that men often requested her for their haircuts because of her looks. She was short, standing only 5'4", but very attractive and with a hot body. Her firm 34C breast looked larger on her smaller frame, and she knew how to dress to show them off. The rest of her body was just as nice; especially her teardrop shaped ass.

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Michael Broderick's attorney had showed him a copy of the suggested ruling that his wife's attorney had provided to the judge hearing their divorce case. "Good God, they can't be serious. I know that this is California, what with the community property rules, but I earned most of my money before I married that witch," He had moaned out when he saw the request for forty-four million dollars.

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There were few things Cara liked more than driving at ridiculous speeds with dance music playing loud, especially after a long and stressful day. And it has been an exceptionally long and stressful day. Normally she went home first but it was after eight by the time she finally left the office, exhausted and yet wired. She had several invitations for drinks but her nerves were raw and shot and a public place was the last thing she wanted.

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It was dark. It was also very stuffy. I've been through so much in who knows how much time and have changed in many ways. I hardly have any meaningful memories of my life before everything began. I last remember my age as 19. I've not been outside too often, or even seen a watch, or anything else to give me some sense of time. I was swept up, bundled up, dragged off into the abyss... - Or so it felt! I had no family and no friends when I moved to a new town in the hopes of starting a new life.

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Part 1 - Trish's eyes opened slowly, and then the sound of metal on metal filled her ears as she abruptly sat up and pulled against the restraints that held her. Her eyes fell upon the handcuffs holding her left wrist to the thick wooden bed-post, and then to the other which was handcuffed to... she blinked rapidly to clear her eyes, identifying the form next her. It was her best friend, Jen.

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