Jane Powell sat nervously in the visitors' lobby of Stemford Bio-Tech. The experience reminded her of the times when she had been summoned to the Principal's office at High School. The 'hub bub' and general activity in the office made her feel uneasy. All of the staff looked very professional and gave an air of assuredness which unnerved Jane. There was also...
By the time Gail hit the End button on her cell she felt better. Jan had explained how enduring a brief bit of humiliation could create a long term upside. All she had to do was think of it as acting. With no appetite, Gail ordered a double Bombay Martini for some liquid courage. By the time she got to the bottom of the glass it was already one o'clock. Late...
Anne couldn't hide her nervousness when she shown into the window-less room by the older woman. She had no real idea what to expect. It contained a massage table, as she imagined, and a shower recess in one corner, but the other was occupied by a large spa tub. The lighting was low yet bright enough to pick out the pink tones in the piles of fluffy towels on...
Scotland: 1557. Margarete looked across at Lise, and attempted to widen her eyes into an expression of entreaty. "Oh please?" she begged, "Just once!" Lise was sewing tiny stitches into a small cloth pouch containing fragrant herbs she herself had collected early that morning. "No," she replied. "I am still weary from long riding, and it's the sort of th...
Authors Note: The Queen Consort named in this story is Elisabeth of Austria, married to Charles IX, who ruled France during a period of protestant uprisings, and lives in infamy for his vicious reprisals. His wife, though sharing his strong Catholic faith, was known for her piety, naivety and beauty. It is this innocence that makes her so attractive a figure...
Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighbourhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally. H...
Author's Note For all of those who read and enjoyed Free Gravy a.k.a. Amber the bubbly blonde from marketing, here is another short, slice of life sequel with Amber and Dani. In stark contrast to the first tale, this one is pretty much all fucking. * Amber from Marketing, Social Justice Warrior Six A.M. dammit, but I recognized the ringtone, so I pic...
The music crashed to a halt before a word could escape my lips, which was deeply frustrating because I actually knew the answer to that one. "Sorry, Victoria," Charlie announced, his too handsome visage brightened with a lecherous grin. "Time's up, but you have answered five questions correctly." The live studio audience clapped, their applause quickly givi...
Eve's first day as a married woman began with a light breakfast on the Bridal Suite balcony with her new husband. Eve had been to many weddings where the hung-over guests had breakfast en-masse with the weary bride and groom, their stilted conversations and dishevelled appearance marring the memories of the delightful day before. She had made it clear to al...
I'm not an adventurous person. Not by nature, anyway. It takes quite a bit of motivation to get me to explore outside my comfort zone. I suppose that's what made Halloween so special. I could dress up and disguise my identity. Even act completely unlike myself and not worry. At the office where I work, there was a lot of discussion revolving around various...