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“Ease up on the make-up, Brenda,” I said, turning my face away. “That’s way too much mascara.” Brenda gently turned my face back to hers. “Will you be still before you make me mess up?” “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked. She put the finishing touches on the mascara and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Damn I’m good," she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "You look hot, mama." Brenda turned the chair so that I was facing the mirror. I barely recognized myself. Wow. I was...hot!

"Yeah this definitely is your first time," she commented. "You look like a kid with a new toy." I stared up at her. "So am I doing something wrong?" She shook her head. "Nope." She leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue along my bottom lip. "Play with your toy," she whispered.

Mindy had been waiting for this concert for months. So when the announcer came over the loudspeaker and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Tammy Sweet!” she nearly leapt out of her skin with joy. When Tammy took center stage under the spotlight’s glare, the gigantic crowd went nuts, but nobody screamed louder or more enthusiastically than Mindy. “Isn’t she amazing, Danny?” she yelled to her date.

The words never came and they never left my mouth, instead I just pressed my lips against his and kissed him more passionately than I have ever kissed in my entire life. All of the pain, jealousy, and attraction that I had to hide from myself came bubbling to the surface and I couldn't help myself from finally giving in. At first, he was shocked by my embrace, but he began to move his soft lips against mine. He wrapped his arms around my body and leaned back, pulling me on top of him as his hands roamed over my backside.

Jett brought a finger into her lover's unraveling, sending it pressing inside slowly but firmly enough to raise Lilly's spine from the mattress. Cassandra could barely keep her groans muffled. But Jett was just warming up. She grabbed Lilly's hips and flipped the diminutive lady into a boldly new arrangement: face flat against the mattress, ass high in the air. Growling like a starving grizzly, Jett brought her lips to Lilly's slippery joy from behind. And whatever restraint the Korean cook had sputtered away immediately.

As if they'd practiced, the men pulled my legs apart, opening me to their touch. The sensations started to run together as they teased the moist flesh with their fingers. My body was on fire! I'd never been so aroused in my life. The combination of their fingers inside me and their mouths on my breasts was driving me insane, and I felt my orgasm coming.

William took my other hand in his and pulled me closer to him. I looked up at him, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. It was very quiet in the room, the only sound being our own breathing and the occasional shout from someone in the hangars down the hall. The fabric of our green jump suits rustled as he slid his hands down my waist and pulled me against his body. I rested my hands against his shoulders.

"Hey Stace. Take a look at this. It’s right up your alley." I glanced up from my book at my roommate Emma, who was holding a newspaper. "What is it?" She scanned the paper. "This daycare wants a pre-k teacher for their two-year-old class. This has your name all over it." I wrinkled my nose. "Um no thanks." "I thought that you wanted to work in childcare." "Nooooo, I want to work with children." Emma frowned. "Okay. Isn’t teaching the same thing?" "Nope."

Scarlett stared at the sign staked in the grass at the side of the highway. "Paradise Peak, population 1100", it read; a sign she hadn’t seen since her family had passed it on their way out. It was the same sign though, rickety and worn. It was a wonder the rotting legs hadn’t given out years ago. 

When Michael Soren approached her last month about taking on the challenge of turning his nephew - notorious bad boy Chase Soren - into a media angel, she'd thought at first the man was joking. Even when she had realized he wasn't, she'd thought the idea was crazy. But four weeks and no new jobs later, the idea began to hold a certain amount of appeal. What the hell had she been thinking putting on stiletto deathtraps on her first day? Ugh, she knew exactly what she'd been thinking....

Samantha’s morning started out all wrong. Oversleeping meant she had to spring out of the bed and frantically put herself together in order to get to the TV station on time for work. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” she yelled to her husband as he dragged himself to the bathroom. He shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, you looked so peaceful.” On top of everything else, strange-sounding loud music leaked into their bedroom. She scrambled around, searing for a source. “Where is that from?” she asked him. “Sounds like tribal rhythms - maybe from Polynesia or something.”

“Amy, I need you to work tonight. Samira called out. Again.” I looked up at the head pediatric nurse. “Sure, Connie. I can do that.” She gave me a relieved smile. “Thanks. I asked you first because I knew you’d want the hours.” You mean since I don’t have a family or life to get in the way of my working. “Yes, I could use the hours.” Connie left me alone at the desk as her pager began beeping. The nurse’s station was quiet for a change. I finished making notes on the chart on my desk and closed it. I picked up the phone and dialed my boyfriend’s number....

I sat in the hard leather loveseat in the lobby of the office. There were two other people there also waiting. Like me, they were dressed professionally, and I wondered if they were also here for an interview. There was no way that they’d choose me over this guy in the room. He would be the perfect asset to this firm.

Janet couldn't sleep. The drama with her and her boyfriend was keeping her up all night. She'd caught him cheating before and now she had reason to believe he was up to his old ways again. On top of everything else, the guy in the apartment next door was making too way too much noise. She hadn't yet met her neighbor. But she pictured some butt-ugly brute with a potbelly and the personality of a bowling pin.

Mia loved her job. Writing an advice column for sexually troubled people was a task she was perfectly suited for. She had a therapy degree and an uncanny ability to place herself in other’s people’s shoes. Every day, her inbox greeted her with a new challenge. Monday morning was no exception. Mia read the email seconds after dragging herself out of bed. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, but the email’s explosive content jolted her wide awake.

Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reminding himself for the umpteenth time this was no big deal. He’d stood in the middle of heated boardrooms and barked out orders. He had stared down presidents of multi-billion-dollar corporations. Certainly, he could do this. At least, he was fairly certain he could do this. In less than five minutes, he was going to be a father. Well, apparently he’d been one for about four years now, but since he’d had no idea he had a child until two days ago, he was wading into uncharted territory here.

Brenda turned the chair so that I was facing the mirror. I barely recognized myself. Wow. I was...hot! “Whatcha think...?” I slowly reached up and touched my cheek, careful not to ruin her hard work. “I like it,” I said softly. “But I can’t go out looking like this. I’m just trying to get the mark to notice me. That’s all.” Brenda closed up her make-up kit. “Whatever it takes to get inside,” she said. Her gaze dropped to the manila envelope on the table in front of me and she picked it up. “Damn. He’s hot!”

Whenever I would tell people I was a scientist who specialized in conducting sexual experiments, their eyes would perk up and they’d want to hear all the details. I didn’t blame them. The details could get pretty juicy. All those sexy, sweaty bodies clashing together really turned me on. I’d stand there, taking notes on my clipboard, pretending I didn’t care about anything except the research, but deep down I’d be melting. But after a while, all those bodies engaged in all kinds of sexual activity got a little boring. Sex research was just another job.

"My turn," she said and let her hands slip down his abdomen to the fly of his jeans. Her fingers still shook and he could see it was slowing her progress, making her cupid bow lips twist in frustration. Whether she was nervous or full of anticipation, he didn't know, but he swept in and finished the job, ditching the jeans in a hurry....

My body was trembling with desire and the thought of not touching him made me sad. I shook my head. "I want you too," I whispered. "I - I don't do this - " I began.