Ryley Blythe picked up a magazine from the mahogany waiting room coffee table. Sitting back, she crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. Flipping through it, she absentmindedly hummed to herself. Waiting was always difficult for her, she preferred instant results. Finally, three articles and much foot bouncing later, the nurse called her name. Ryley tossed the magazine back onto the coffee table and followed the nurse into another room.
Ryley leaned in toward the mirror and carefully applied her winged eyeliner. After making sure both sides matched, she straightened up and assessed herself in the mirror: perfect. Her dramatic eye makeup and dark red lipstick complimented each other well.
Ryley’s list included just five items. He expected more but was relieved to find that she wasn’t asking for too much. That would make obtaining her desires much easier. Dr. Connor loaded his online shopping cart with two boxes of protective face masks, four bottles of surgical lube, a box of medical tape, a couple of metal syringes, and a speculum. Before he could overthink it, he checked out and closed out of his browser. Ryley’s supplies would come in the day before he was expected back in her playroom.
The bedroom windows were open and, in the distance, I could hear the gentle lapping of the waves as they unfurled against the beach.
It was very clear from the moment Rachel saw Tristan for the first time that he was quite a bit younger than all the men she usually saw, but she was finding herself not only comparing him to men she saw as an escort but also to men she had dated before becoming an escort. The youngest man she had ever been with was when she was eighteen, she dated a fellow classmate who was also eighteen, and even he wasn’t able to continue sexually in the way Tristan was.
"My name is Adam," he said. "I telephoned earlier. About a room. For three nights."
Noor had been working in the control room for long hours recently. Making sure that the guests in the carnival were having the time of their lives. There were a few troublemakers, but nothing that a gentle warning or burly security guard couldn’t fix. The truth, however, was that Noor's thoughts wandered to Miss Sari. Their mutual attraction was finally vindicated a few days ago and there were many hours of sex that night. He dreamed of her often in the nights since then, but his thoughts during the day were riddled with the fact that she was his boss. He shouldn’t care what other employees thought about him and he'd be damned if he let them be mad at Miss Sari. Still...
Rising from the depths of sleep, Noor is comforted by Sari's warm and still form nestled with her back next to him. The light from the high window spills into her room and sets off the lavender walls and rich purple bedsheets. Sunken into the downy mattress, Noor inhales deeply and revels in Sari's clean scent. Stiffening slightly, he knows better and slowly runs his free hand along Sari's curvaceous body and hips. Every so often, he reaches in front of her and slides his hand over her taut stomach and lower abdomen, trying to simultaneously rouse her interest and her sleep laden mind.
Samantha didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she decided to work at Mama Tina’s House of Ecstasy. She just needed to make enough money to pay her rent for the next couple of months while she waited to hear back from Coppin State’s Nursing Program. You see, it was her Gramma Fran’s greatest desire that Samantha become a nurse since it was one of the many goals she didn’t achieve herself. In the eyes of Gramma: no career was of greater import than nursing. Now that she was gone, it was up to Samantha to keep her dreams alive.
Chapter 10- Until I find Myself in You (Malik)
The Carnival was very busy this evening. All the flyers and advertisement for the Halloween Spectacular at La Madame's Carnival were a huge success. The crowds were full to busting at the seams in crazy, creepy, and sexy costumes. The Dungeon and the Funhouse were the hit of the Carnival. Everyone saying they had a different experience when they went in, repeatedly. The Arcade Games were raking in the cash but dispensing plenty of prizes as well for sweethearts and friends.
I had just turned 18. I was for excited tonight was the first night at my new job, working as a Promo girl at a local night club. I knew it was going to be an interesting night I had a feeling as I was slipping on my knee high boots, my short little black mini skirt and the tiny little crop top, I had been given to wear by my new boss. I looked at myself in the mirror thinking there was defiantly more skin showing than not but I didn't care that was my job to look hot and to entice guys to come into our night club and to buy drinks. I rushed out the front door wondering what the night would bring. I arrived at the club before it had opened to the public, I was given the run down on what I was hired to do and what was expected of me. As I was about to walk downstairs this guy brushed past me his smell was so intoxicating it sent a wave of lust over me, I had to bring myself back to reality as I realised that I was just standing there staring at this hot much older than me sexy DJ. Sarah the other girl I was paired up with yanked on my arm and pulled me down the stairs to go and start work. We were given free drink and free entry cards and told to walk up and down the busy esplanade to bring the patrons in. We had so much fun talking to random people and getting them to come and party up in our club. After a coupe of hours of walking up and down the Esplanade we went back up to the club inside it was pumping the place was packed such a good atmosphere. Our boss then told us that we will be walking around the club to sell pre mix drinks, we were told that we more than likely would be bought drinks by the male patrons we were allowed to accept the drinks but had to be careful not to get caught drinking them by licencing. I was having the best time I absolutely loved my new job turns out I'm really good at my job and sold over $1000 worth of drinks, also turns out that the more I drank the better I was at my job and the more I sold.