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"Come on. Tell me!" "Nooo," April whined as she walked past me, leafing through the plastic wrapped costumes hanging from the wall. "And stop asking me." "Fine," I conceded, turning back and selecting a skimpy school girl outfit from a nearby rack. "How about this one?" "Ummm," she said, eyeing my chosen costume with sceptical reluctance. "That's a little too slutty."

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Catie stood at the door, one hand on the knob and breathed deeply. She looked up at the men around her and wondered if she really could do this. It was a fantasy, had been one for years, and of all the men in the world, she trusted these three most, but...it may well be something they'd never recover from. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes, blocking the hand that would've touched her to reassure her.

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I've been at this gig for about three years now in a Northeast city. It isn't what I expected to be doing, career-wise, at my age, but I can't gripe about the pay. This is for a private apartment complex (not a hotel, mind you), so it's rightly what Europeans define as being a Concierge (attending to high-end residents' needs). I'm in my mid-twenties, tall and reasonably fit, outfitted in a blazer, gray slacks and dress shoes, and I sport a genuine-enough smile that's kept fresh every day.

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They were friends - good friends - the kind of friends who had known each other for ten years and seen each other during the good and bad times of their lives. He had lusted after her since their early teens, but she had never looked his way twice...until now. It was in the heat of summer and working late nights in the store had taken their toll on the slender redhead and she was longing for someone to come in and give her a night to remember.

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Thank you all for all the support! I didn't expect such a good reception to the first story, but because you asked, here's part two, continuing right where the first left off. Enjoy! * "Oh my God I can't wait! This is going to be so hot!" said Katie, taking off her clothes, leaving just her bra and panties on. I sat down at the computer and looked for the file. I paused as I felt Katie staring at me. "Not going to be much fun with all your clothes on, now will it?"

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Wally and I were roommates in college when I realized who I truly was sexually. Before Wally, I had been with girls. Hell, I liked being with girls a lot and loved eating pussy particularly. Hardly the resume of a gay bottom, but maybe the way I lost myself in the act of giving pleasure to women should have been a tip-off to me somehow. There was something submissive about the way in which their pleasure became my pleasure.

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Miss Sanders settled her class down after coming back from a break so she can start the English class with everyone calm and quiet. It never took more than two loud firm orders from her to get all of her students to hush up and pay attention. They were especially attentive ever since her sex-ed classes a couple months ago and they were all the more eager to please her and do as she says.

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Eva's best friend Kendra was also one of her coworkers. Her supervisor, to be exact. And when her best friend/supervisor opened up about obsessing over a guy that was simply impossible to have, Eva felt it her duty to try and get Kendra laid. I'm Justin, Eva's boyfriend, and I told Eva I knew just the guy to get Kendra's mind off her obsession.

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I sat in the lounge, swirling my gin & tonic, absently tapping a finger to the piped music. Nothing about this trip had lined up as it should have: a week in Florence, now on my second day in Rome, with nothing to show for it. My backers would not be pleased, but I was not concerned with their disapproval. I'm too much of a professional to place anything above my own standards.

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Ian tapped the "End Call" button on his phone and tossed it on the couch. He went upstairs, two at a time, noting that he needed to dust the bannister as he went. In his room, he went straight to his dresser and pulled out shorts and a polo shirt. This was a modest upgrade from the athletic shorts and old tee-shirt that he had been wearing, but since Jessica had invited him over, he decided he should look at least partially presentable. His cat rubbed against his leg as he pulled the shirt over his head, reminding him that he needed to clean the litter box.

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