Trading Stocks for Bonds (How Linsey was Collared) Her teacup chinked against its saucer. Not once, but five or six times in quick rattling succession. She was trembling and couldn't hide it. "I can pay you back," Linsey Altmell pleaded with passion. "You know I can net that amount in just one year. I did it two years ago." Apart from a security man blo...
She knew it was bound to happen to her at some point, because it happened to all the teachers at Mountain Vista High School at one time or another. She knew it as soon as this arrogant prick darkened her classroom door. It was part of the dark underbelly around here, some coach strong-arming a teacher because one of their cherished student athletes had run a...
The Right Honourable Rupert Crumpet esquireCrumpet Lodge, Lower Hardon, Buckinghamshire From: Lady Camilla Crumpet To whom it may concern: I am writing to provide a character reference for Miss Lucy Ripley. Miss Ripley was employed as my personal maid for four years. Her employment with me ended two weeks ago, when Miss Ripley informed me that she wishe...
1. Ascent and Descent NOTE: An important part of a flight attendant's job is to help make your trip pleasant and comfortable. Please be respectful and appreciative of their professionalism. * * * "Excuse me, sir?" I was almost finished composing a text on my phone, not quite ready to look away before putting it into airplane mode. "Sir." A woman's gentl...
As the taxi ground to a halt at the traffic lights, the driver turned to face us. "Going anywhere special tonight?" "Oh, nothing fancy," Conrad grinned at me. "Just meeting friends for a few drinks. That's all." I smiled back at him, thinking of the driver's reaction if Conrad had been less coy about our plans. I'm certain the quality of the vehicle's air...
Crawling out of her soft, warm bed, Monica Sanders let out a long yawn, stretching her arms high up causing her firm breasts to rise with under her silk nightie. Picking up her glasses off the nightstand and letting out another yawn before getting up and heading to her dresser getting clothes out and underclothes. Picking a white sweater to go over her under...
On London's Great Portland Street, there is a row of gloomy mansions that have not changed appreciably in the last century. There blossomed the romance of Michael Lovel and Jane Marwood. It was a story so bizarre in its beginnings, so fraught with suffering in its outcome, that the old house, which witnessed its birth and infancy, might well look melancholy...
Beth was becoming more and more frustrated by the week. Wednesdays had become the weekday for her to partake in sadistic Grace's beating program. At six o'clock each Wednesday evening she would report to Grace's apartment for her beating. The only saving grace of Grace's was that she would be treated to a diner in a café or restaurant afterwards. But even th...
It has been quite some time since chapter 5 was submitted so if you are not already familiar with the story line it might be advisable to start with Chapter 1. Fems up, ladies! * It was getting late in the afternoon and Mrs.Swanson was at her best as she combined two of her favorite activities; masturbating young men and displaying her considerable power...
Jon despaired he really did, he was at the end of his tether. She was really getting to him and he hated her for it. He was usually very calm, handing any little catastrophes with a quiet air of efficiency and authority. But not now, not here. Tom slammed his fist on the table. The girl in front of him jumped out of her skin. "What the fuck did you do that...