Leslie spent the next several days looking forward to her next job, which was confirmed early in the week. Leslie received a rare call from Andrea at FemPet informing her that a new pet had been hired and her first job would be working with Leslie. This made Leslie both excited and nervous as, for the first time, she would be the example being looked up to instead of trying to learn from others. Leslie had gotten a furthe...

It’s pathetic, really, that my parents still control me at eighteen years old. Instead of partying with my friends the summer before freshman year of college, I’m stuck in a bus packed full of thirteen to nineteen year old Bible Fuckers singing praise songs. Okay, it’s not that I have something against Christians. I really don’t. There are some that are cool, like the ones who respect differences and don’t take everything...

Bosom buddies. That was what my mom always called me and Charity. While the term usually made me and my best friend snicker, I couldn't help but think of it now, when the two of us stood facing each other in my bedroom. A few minutes earlier, Charity had arrived at my house and let herself inside. The sound of her bounding up the steps made me grin. It was a Saturday afternoon, and since my parents would be gone till earl...

Leslie nervously waited for word from the agency about whether she would have a second interview. She thought she did okay during her first interview but she also wasn't sure what the agency was looking for. She was ready to go out and start mass applying to whatever “normal” jobs were advertising if the answer was bad, even though she wasn't sure they would be able to cover her expenses. Two days after her initial interv...

Angel Green sighed as she stepped into the living room of Stuart Browning, the local art professor who had been murdered the night before, and discovered when he didn’t show up for work. Her piercing blue eyes made a quick survey of the room, where everything more or less looked undisturbed. The one exception was the couch, where the dead professor was reclining back, with signs of a minor struggle having occurred at that...

“How are you still a virgin?” asked a girl sitting on a beanbag in the corner of the light-pink-walled bedroom. She was Hispanic with tan skin, brown hair that was about shoulder length and quite wavy, and brown eyes. She was wearing a black tank top and a pair of gray sweat shorts. “You didn’t fuck Cory when you dated him?” she asked incredulously. “N-no. We never got around to doing anything like that, really. We just ....

It’s cramped in the aeroplane bathroom but with my foot up on the toilet lid and breath fogging the tiny mirror over the tinier sink, his cock fits snugly as he ploughs me. Luring Mr Clark-Kent-glasses into my naughty net so soon after the seatbelt sign was turned off had been easy. Just dangle the promise of sex, flutter my lashes and brush his thigh. He’d barely given me time to study my reflection before he knocked on...

My feet drag across carpet as I slump into my apartment and shut the door behind me. The lights fizz like ginger ale when I flick the switch, and the crackling feeling they produce sends a delicious shiver up my spine. The sensation of electricity nearly distracts me from the exhaustion setting in, but not quite. The kitchen sink is filled with dishes. I only wash one bowl for tonight, leaving the rest to sit another day....

Although I'm half expecting it, the buzzer and red lights scare me half to death as I step through the airport security scanner’s archway. Before I can fully react, a petite female member of staff approaches, taking over from captain buzzcut who had waved me forward. Guess men can't touch women. She ushers me aside and casts a quizzical eye all the way up me. “Señorita, I need to check over you.” She’s achingly European....