Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Megan Fox or Olivia Wilde or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Megan Fox had only really just got back to her apartment in LA when her doorbell rang. She ignored it at first, because she wasn't expecting anybody, and she wasn't in the mood to deal wit...
Having just retired from a career in teaching, and being a single guy in his sixties, the world was my oyster. I was assessing my options. Should I move house, should I travel, should I write? Maybe do all three, I could do anything pretty much. There was nothing further from my mind than teaching, until that phone call. Brenda was a recent colleague in the...
Relaxing at the Mbassy Suites Hotel lobby bar, Megan and Tegan eye each guest up and down as they pass through the foyer. The waiter interrupts their predatory musings as he asks if they would like another drink. "As its still happy hour the next drink is free too" he is saying while puffing out his chest. Megan winks at Tegan, looks at her watch the whisp...
Megan looked at Dan from the doorway as he watched TV. She stepped back into the kitchen where he wouldn't see her and quickly stripped her clothes off except for a black lace bra and thong. Then she tiptoed quietly up behind his big over-stuffed chair. Dan looked up to see what see wanted and grinned. Megan was a nymph and just couldn't seem to get enough o...
Chapter 5 Megan drove back to her condo after walking Five back to the Mailgirls' Locker Room, leaving her to the none-too-tender mercy of Mistress V. Three not-all-out 6ks in the past twenty-four hours shouldn't have done her in, but it was hot and challenging Mistress V on the behalf of One and Five had been tense. She was looking forward to iced tea, a...
CHAPTER 5: THE STUDENT BECOMES THE TEACHER Wednesday When Mick and Harry came downstairs on Wednesday morning, they found Megan laying on the couch, her little yellow dress and heels on the floor next to her. She was covered in a blanket and sound asleep. They didn't know what time Pierce had brought her back but it was well into the wee hours of the morn...
This story is a continuation of my "The Performance" series featuring my characters Megan Ward and Paula Hartweg. Of course, the ubiquitous Harry Stone is the narrator. I think that this story stands on its own, but you are encouraged to read my "The Performance" series and my story "The Heartland" for background. This story is a work of fiction. Any resem...
I walk in and I can tell you're mad. I look at the clock. It's 7 a.m. I've been out all night. I'm still in my skirt that I wore yesterday to work, though it looks like it hasn't been ironed in a week. "I thought you were 'just going out with some friends'" you glare. "I did. Christ I did!" I say, already tired of the fight that I know is breweing. "It su...
All characters are considered 18 years of age. * Kristin Davis was thrilled that the school had approved her request to take her Civil Liberties class on a field trip to Washington D.C. She was only 26 years old but loved being a teacher as well as the cheerleading coach. Having just broken up with her boyfriend, the blond haired, blue eyed cutie thought...
"Hello?" The unexpected phone call in the night felt like part of Carol's dream. It had been a good dream, but the fragments of it that were left in her mind disappeared; the reality of what was happening wakened her to life at its most difficult. The phone call was short; when it ended she turned to her husband, Alan, himself waking from a dream, lying ne...