"Just fucking great." I thought to myself as Henrietta left my office to go back to her desk. This had to be Frank Johnson's idea of a joke again. He was the main boss for our section and handled personel also, I had been slowly climbing the corporate ladder and had gotten to the point of actually having a secretary. Vice President the sign read, with my n...
The mini van pulled into the driveway of the single family home, set back nearly one hundred yards from the road in a semi rural area, and not within view of any neighbors or passer by. It was 6:00PM on a Friday in July. Laura, the petite thirty five year old brunette driver, and sole occupant, had snorted cocaine in one last attempt to fortify her courage,...
-- Wednesday -- This was it! The big finale! It was make-or-break time, 'cause it would be my final appearance in the business world. It was all-or-nothing, 'cause it would be decisive for my future. The task was clear: Host a cocktail party for the local high society and broker some contacts for LGZ. The goal was just as evident: Become the most valuable...
The Dancing Scorpion was a dive. Not just any dive, the bar was a sore blight in a piss-poor town on the worst shit-stain of a planet in the universe, Delsea 4, and Troy Wooten called it home. He was the only human in the bar, and probably the only human on the planet. The gin was watered down, and the place stunk of Algash tobacco smoke, but it was the only...
As Vivian Laaning was about to enter her final year at Arthur MacArthur High School in Lydiaville, WI, she had high expectations for a most enjoyable year. Her previous years in high school were not pleasant. She was perceived to be standoffish, and gave out an aura of arrogance. She had no friends, and was easily the most detested girl at Arthur MacArthur H...
Serious note: This story is 100% FICTION, you'll find out. All characters are 18+. Also I refrained from trying to transcribe Sofía Vergara's accent, but feel free to do it in your head. ================================= Blown up blowup dolls. Blown up condoms and their mystery stains from carpet to ceiling. From ceiling down to the carpet, mists of glit...
Jessica's Change Management Ch. 20 --- Week 4 -- Friday Morning --- I was still catching my breath after barely making it back to the train in time. I mean, my agitation was totally valid, what with all that razzle-dazzle that had been going on during the stopover. Remember? Matty and Fatty taking me behind that wooden shed to teach me the meaning of those...
Author's Note: Thanks for all the kind feedback & comments on chapter 01. This chapter does a lot to set up the rest of the story, so there isn't a ton of sex. Please hang in there with me and there will be much more sex in the chapters 3-?? I hope this one is sexy enough to keep you interested! ---------------------------------------- I'm not sure how lon...
Sweet was an awfully pretty word, Miari thought, tilting her head in wonder as she stared, open-mouthed, at the pretty, bobbing cock in front of her. She licked her lips. Sweet was the prettiest word in the world. It was like birdsong. Like a sun shining through rain clouds. Sweet. Like a waterfall of sugar water casting pretty little rainbows all across t...
I have always enjoyed driving in the dark, especially down narrow country roads under overcast skies going nowhere in particular. I was allowing myself this pleasure out of pure selfishness tonight. What I dislike is Halloween, strange snotty little kids banging my door into submission expecting candy from strangers. The other 364 days a year this act is fro...