Friday Night Fever

Friday Night Fever

It was a humid Friday night on Mint Street.  My friends had all abandoned me around midnight for the comforts of their beds but I was nowhere near ready for the evening to end.  As I walked alone, my heels clicking along the cobblestone, passing ultra lounges, bars and the seedy dives that were squeezed into the shadows of yuppie heaven, I pondered the trouble I wanted to get into.  My journey was aimless.  I just knew I wanted something to make me forget yesterday; even if it was just for a short time.

None of the places I passed caught my eye enough to entice me to enter so I resigned myself to leaning against the building while having smoke. I fished through my purse searching out my half smushed box of Dunhills, shaking my head at my filthy habit.  Soon I was standing there sucking down destiny and death, staring at the lights on the bridge just a bit farther down the road.  Red, green, yellow, and then red again. It was a monotonous proceeding that reminded me of my own life.  I was desperate for something different.  I was tired of this god damned city and its daily doldrums.  I pushed myself away from the wall while tossing my cigarette to the ground and squashing it with my heel.  I was pretty sure any ladylike appeal I may have had in the clubs was now long gone.  I smiled at the notion in spite of it being negative.

Maybe I should just go home was running through my head as I headed in the direction of the trains.  That’s when he caught my eye.  He stood there, almost half lurking in the shadows, watching me.  I froze for a moment not quite sure what to think of him.  He stepped a bit into the yellow haze cast from the streetlight above me and my fear dissipated.  He was a bit on the nerdy side with cute potential, not any sort of threat to me.  He actually seemed a bit nervous.  “What was this kid up to?” I thought to myself.  He walked over to me and said hi while looking at the ground.  When I said hello back his head raised up offering me a chance to enjoy his steel grey eyes.  I smiled at him as I looked him over.  I guess that encouraged his next question.  “How much?” he asked.  I did not initially realize what he was asking so I am sure my look of confusion made him realize he needed to repeat his question.  “How much do you cost?”

Maria

Maria

I had never paid for sex in my life where a working girl was concerned.  To tell you the truth I was one of those guys who was just cocky and talkative enough to find free and easy sex anywhere.  I always swore that strip clubs were a waste of money.  My buddies would take their hard earned cash and give it to some tease with tassels who would give them blue balls and an empty wallet.  I could take that same money and head to the local bar and get some hot chick liquored up and in bed for probably half the price and trust me my balls would not be blue afterwards.  I was proud of that fact but as they often say “Never Say Never”.

I was in Vegas for a bachelor party.  Shocking I know but there we all were having the time of our lives when I saw her at the bar.  She wore a bright blue sequined dress that hung off her shoulders teasingly and the first thing I noticed was her lightly kissed caramel tinged skin.  It was smooth and just the right amount of creamy.  When she turned and caught my stare she did not move her eyes, rather she locked onto mine and flashed a radiant pearly white smile.  The conversation around me faded into a muffled noise as I thought to myself how much I wanted her.  At that very moment I wanted to meet her, to talk to her, to feel her soft skin pressed against mine.  I dismissed myself from the conversation my buddies were having and headed toward the bar.  She watched me the entire way with those dark exotic eyes.  When I finally reached her, after traversing a room full of elderly people and drunk frat boys, she made heart jump with a simple accented hello.  Her voice was honey and just as beautiful as she was.

Sarah Frost

Sarah Frost

A career driven married woman who missed out on sex early on in life who now lives a secret double life as a submissive call girl. Sarah Frost is a wild card, a woman living two lives.  She’s the standard married housewife/business woman type who is venturing out in life a little bit later than most.  She’s realized she has missed a few things having been good for so many years and now she is trying to resolve that by secretly experiencing what she’s missed.  With a new sense of adventure and the fact this woman is just now coming into her prime there will no doubt be some intriguing situations that come up for her while still keeping her home life normal.

A Day at the Office

A Visitor

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Rescue

He has tasted me before, wondering how many other tongues have sipped my nectar.  As he slips into me I can see need and the hate in his eye, the want for me to be his and his alone.  He doesn’t like that I have played on all fours and spread for countless others.  He talks of his money and how he can take me away from all this, not knowing I have enough of my own.  I enjoy every inch of my skin being discovered by strange men and he is but a single one of my hobbies.

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