Jenny slipped off her bra and panties and reached for the black silk robe closest to her. Stacy stashed the clothes in the duffel bag for her roommate. “So let me get this straight,” she said. “This is how you’ve been paying your rent?” “Yep.” “How much are we talking?” “Months at a time.” “Months?” “Plus some to spare.” “And all you have to do is let them touch you?” “See, touch, and then the winning bidder gets to fuck...

Jenna blushed when she read the shift schedule. She’d worked with Ray for years. Lifting boxes, driving lifts, ripping tape, dusting shelves. The life of the night crew at the warehouse was quiet and simple, catching up on any leftover work the day crew left behind. Most of the year the day crew would fall behind consistently. But as autumn came and orders slowed down through December, the day crew would catch up and the...

Stacy had only stepped out into the hallway for a moment before she heard her name from the kitchen. It was late and the party was quieter now. She thought about going back to her room and going to bed, but her roommate who lived in the room next door was loud when she fucked. Stacy wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. Plus, her name wasn’t spoken to get her attention. Two guests of the party were talking about her. Curiosit...

Stacy browsed her closet full of dresses like a shop of posters, sliding them one by one on their hangers until she reached the end and started over again. Each was found at a thrift shop around town. Some were shirts and skirts from the 50s. Some were wiggle dresses in bright blue and dark green from the 60s. Flouncy ones, flowing ones, cotton ones, silky ones, but her favorites were the tight ones. Today she chose a 60s...

They giggled and stumbled into the empty bathroom together, wine still dripping from their shirts. “Can you believe that just happened?” Jenn exclaimed, yanking paper towels from the dispenser as soon as the motor could roll them out. She handed some to Kyle, then bunched some together for herself. “At least the waitress comped the meal,” he laughed, rubbing emphatically at the wine quickly staining the whole front of his...

“We haven’t met yet, but you need to know. Your tits are spectacular.” She grinned and sipped her drink. “Well you haven’t seen them yet,” she said. She straightened so her tits strained against her shirt. The lace of her bra outlined beneath the fabric. She gave one a squeeze. “I want to,” he said. “Just to make sure. But at least give me your number.” She kept grinning. Music pounded. Dancers bounced. This corner was th...