(Please read ‘Jenny - The First Chapter’ before reading this chapter) Do you remember those questions I was asking myself as I slowly recovered from what could only be described as an orgy of unrestrained sexual pleasure? My mind had been in a spin. Had I got the job that I wanted? Did it matter? What would work be like tomorrow? Could I ever face Mr....
This probably makes more sense if you read chapters 1-4 first. ***** Scarpelli loved riding the C-Class with the top down through the pre-dawn darkness of the Cape Fear. He could open the beast up and cruise into the tunnel of the night, smooth jazz on Sirius, eyes alert for deer, but otherwise flying like an eagle along I-40. He had a lot on his mind. Thi...
Lyla buckled her seatbelt and set her bag on next to her, in the front seat sat Clarke, Mr Howe was in the passenger side looking through a folder on his lap. The car was stifling, she could feel herself sticking to the leather seats. She had been dreading this meeting, the overseas investors were crucial to their plans to salvage the company. Not knowing wh...
Helene dreaded Wednesday evenings at St Cats. Straight after dinner, when they should still be digesting and chilling out, the girls were herded down to the gym and told to pick their activity. Helene sought out Miranda in the crowd. Miranda always picked running. It wasn't just her slight short-sightedness and vane refusal to wear her glasses, Miranda was...
Harry couldn't believe his luck. He had only moved to London that September and already he found himself sitting next to one of the most desired women on God's green earth; gorgeous Game of Thrones star Miss Emilia Clarke. The story of how he'd come to be in this position went like this; 18 year old Harry relocated to the nation's capital from Nowheresville,...
Standing on the pavement outside the club, Caretta shivered, the fur coat wrapped about her body doing little to keep out the cold of the windswept night, the dampness of the earlier rain permeating her every pore. Nervous and unsure what the night held she stepped closer to her Master, her hair blowing softly on the breeze to brush his cheek in a soft cares...
Her palms were sweaty, it was her first day back at work after the conference fuck up. Clarke was still in a meeting when she arrived. Lyla had yet to see her boss. She had cleaned his desk and already made lunch reservations for him and Cassie, she was over compensating for her mistake which could cost the company millions, she just hoped with all the meeti...
Hi all. This is my first post here, so please be gentle with me! I initially wrote this for a pen-pal who gave their blessing on me sharing it with more people. So here you go - I hope you all enjoy reading it just half as much as I enjoyed writing it! :) Very briefly, the story is about a young man and an older woman, a client at his massage clinic. It goe...
Author's note: This story takes place during season 2. *** The woman who called herself Amanda Clarke stared dumbfounded at her TV screen, unable to believe what she was hearing. It was true it might mean this nightmare was finally over... or it was just beginning. It all depended whether Emily Thorne, a.k.a. the real Amanda Clarke had done this, and if s...
(Please read Jenny Chapter One & Two first) We both had left Mr. Clarke’s office very quickly yesterday afternoon after my second session of debauchery in two days. In fact I had left so quickly that until I got back into my office I had not realised that I had misplaced my knickers, and I was not going back to ask for them. Not thinking anything more of it...