(Based on a suggestion by Anon. Thanks to a different Anon for the better title!) Chapter 1: Sunday Caitlyn sat on her couch, lazily flipping through the channels, finding nothing interesting to watch. Somehow, her husband had activated the long-dormant V-chip in her television to block all the sexy channels. What a joke! As if he really cared if she playe...
The Futanari Sexual Health Clinic. It was a building June had passed multiple times while driving through town. From the outside, it looked like any other doctor's office. June had never felt the need to visit it. But this day, there was a letter board near the entrance, the kind one might see outside a hardware store or sandwich shop. The sign advertised a...
TUESDAY Waking up in a different bedroom every day was not really helping Layla's disillusion at what had occurred over the last few days. Had she really been invited into the home of Selena Grande, the world's most famous porn star, allowed to strut around her house nude, their dicks wagging together like eager puppy tails? Had she really fucked her in her...
WEDNESDAY When working nights, one gets used to sleeping in as late as necessary. While working in the coffee shop, there was nothing worse than the feeling of waking up completely rested. That invariably meant that she slept through her alarm. Layla was alarmed to be thrown out of her dream by someone rocking her back and forth by her shoulder. For a mome...
FRIDAY Layla couldn't remember the last time she'd made her bed when the sheets weren't still warm from being freshly cleaned. Her bed was only ever made from whenever she put them on until she pulled them out from their tucked position to wrap in them like a big cozy worm. With all the huge beds Selena had in her house, even with two people in them, and n...
THURSDAY Once again, Layla woke to the gentle brightness filtering through the semisheer curtains of this bedroom. At some point in the early morning slumber, Layla had taken one of the many pillows on the bed and wrapped her arms around it lovingly. Layla looked at it and imagined Selena coaxing herself out of Layla's sleepy grip with this feathery facsimi...
Kelly saw the sign approaching on her right. No Exit, 15 Miles. If she didn't turn off here to look for a gas station, she would be stuck on the next stretch of Route 412 for at least that long. She glanced down at her gas gauge. The car had a quarter tank left. At highway speeds, that would surely get her to the next exit and probably some form of civiliz...
Layla thought that the hike Selena had promised would be an intimate affair, just the two of them passing through a snaking trail far off the map, taking treacherous steps down slopes of black sand, possibly cutting through overgrown reeds with Gurkha knives and wearing anachronistic pith helmets. Instead, there were about nine people already there when the...
Melanie closed her umbrella as she stepped into the back entrance of the coffee shop where she worked, placing it into the narrow can near the door where someone who worked there insisted it was a trash can and kept spitting their gum into it. Judging from the pink wad she extracted from the can last time, it was a coworker who still chewed bubblegum. She wa...
Did anyone really want to work at a shoe store? Ruby thought about this often. She certainly didn't, but that seemed to be the way it worked out for her. She was the assistant manager at Green City Shoes, one of the many stores that dotted this large shopping district. She thought that rising up to management would reduce how often she had to look at people...