Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2009 18:19:31 -0800 (PST)
From: sailorneptune9@sailormoon.com
Subject: Awakenings, Pt1

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This is my own work, created in 2008.  This is part 1 of 2, thus far.

				AWAKENINGS

She was nearing thirty-three years at her current position when her Roman
god of a boss, a man she fantasized pinning on his desk more than once,
requested her to edit some new "hardcore romances" he had recently been
sent.  As she had requested the romances when hired on as editor, she was
in charge of that genre and thus, this new assignment.  Most of Padrino's
editors were male, so few liked the romances.  Before her hiring, they had
drawn straws, played Rock, Paper, Scissors, and even traded assignments to
get out of them.  So Padrino's request wasn't all that unusual mid-morning.

What was unusual was when he added that if she liked the work and it did
well on the seller's racks, she would be permanently transferred to them.
A bit confused, she took the plain manilla envelope without question. In
charge of five books a month, she had more work than most of the men, and
even then, she normally finished early.  She really loved her work.  So
taking on those "hardcore romances" as Padrino put it, would not stress her
other work.

Taking her newest assignment to her cubicle, she leafed through the manilla
envelope which appeared to consist mainly of websites.  Wierd, but okay.
Her boss liked his employees to be knowledgable, at least about their
subjects.  She also noted titles to download from programs called LimeWire
and Napster, as well as some passwords.  What the hell?  Intrigued, she
looked at the first page, the instructions for her newest assignment.

"Amelie," it read, "I am pretty sure these will be a hit.  Already I have
several requests for these types of ... Romances.  Divided into categories,
I want you to choose about 5 or 6 to put into each manuscript.  Don't
worry, they usually aren't very long!  And if you have issues with this,
let me know.  Remember, this is a business, and these are just another form
of our product!  I know you'll do an excellent job.  Signed, Padrino."  And
the bastard really did put "Signed" in his note to her.  It was only then
that she noticed the small diskette attached to the inside of the manilla.
It had Padrino's signature scrawl on it, telling her to start with some of
the stories on the diskette before trying the sites.  Trusting her boss'
judgement, she booted the diskette.

Amelie wasn't entirely sure if her boss was playing an early April Fools on
her or not.  Because if the first story was any indication, the only thing
on the diskette was ... porn.  No pictures, but with the way her pussy was
dripping, they really didn't need the extra help.  She ached for a door to
her cubicle or a personal enclosure so she could scratch a demanding itch.
That fucking bastard, Padrino!

Quickly dialing his extension, she fumed, her growing desire to be fucked
fueling her anger.  And his chirpy hello sure as hell didn't help her out
any.

"Why Amelie!  I had expected your call much sooner.  Are you enjoying your
new assignment yet?"  He was nearly purring into the phone.

"Are you playing a joke on me?"

"Darling, you, out of all my employees, should know better.  I don't joke.
I really have gotten requests for these!"  His tone was placating, but she
still vibrated with equal anger and desire.

"But why me?  Why not one of those men you keep? They would enjoy this!"
She couldn't keep the whine out of her voice.

"Of course they would, Amelie, but buyers know that.  They want a female's
take on this, see if it will generate as much potential for a woman as a
man.  And since you are female, better yet, one of my better employees, YOU
get the assignment."  He was so nauseatingly cheerful.  Perhaps he was
drunk ...  "Besides, I want to know as well.  After all, this is almost
unprecedented.  At least on the printed page."  Padrino actually chuckled.

Amelie nodded her agreement to this over the phone lines.  "Yeah.  Except
in Playboy and all those other nudie mags."

"So you forgive me for putting you through this?"

"Well, I ain't pleased, that's for sure.  But, as you said, this is just
another type of product, so I'll try it out."  She could hear his relieved
sigh.  Wow!  A first, she was sure.  She was really going to enjoy this
part.  "But," she cautioned, loving the ability to string along such a
beautiful man, "I want to add a condition to this."  She waited, breath
held so as to not betray her excitement.

"Anthing Amelie."

"If there are some that I just can't handle, some that I find too
distateful, you get one of your boys to do the dirty work.  By the way,"
she was talking fast now, so he couldn't deny her, "I need to know which
ones you have to get in there.  I'll start with those."

"Hmm, I'm not really sure.  Like I mentioned, there are different
categories, so one of each, or you could do themes?  It's really up to you.
Males are going to love it either way you choose."

"What?  You haven't even read these?  Padrino, how are you to know if this
is gonna sell?" she chastised.

"Well, I have orders.  Didn't you see the note?  The diskette?"

"Yeah, yeah.  I have it here.  It's just ... I wouldn't feel so nervous if
it weren't entirely up to me.  I mean, as a publisher, aren't you supposed
to approve of everything that goes through?"  She chewed her lower lip in
apprehension.

He sighed.  "I think you aren't going to take no for an answer on this one,
are you?  This is what I get for having the Alpha ..."

Great.  Now he was mumbling.  She had reduced her unflappable boss to
incoherant muttering.  "Umm.  Padrino?"

"Yeah, yeah.  Just thinking.  Alright, here's what I'll do for you then.
We'll both go through the ones sent to us, and pick our top five favorites.
Then we'll argue from there."

"And the rest of them, Padrino?  You did send me pages of websites and a
couple hundred stories on this diskette!"

"How could I forget?  Ok, should the series get that far, we'll do them in
turns until you feel comfortable with this.  I'll go through every third
site on the lists and you handle the rest.  Don't forget that this is your
job, not mine.  Also try not to choose the first three you come across or
the tamest ones.  The less conventional, the better!"

She thought over this.  "Sounds fair to me.  But, Padrino, aren't you
forgetting some things?  Plagarism for one?  My condition for the other?
The fact that some of these are so taboo it's scary?"

"Plagarism?" he questioned, obviously not concerned about the others.

"Well, yeah," she floundered, waaay out of her element.  "I mean, aren't we
getting these stories posted on websites and already published?  Won't they
have a problem with that?"

"Oh, that.  We've already thought of that and it won't be an issue.  Just
do your job.  It'll be fine.  And," sounding really pleased with himself,
"I've already got approval from the Bosses to let you access the company
accounts to pay the sites' fees.  They just need to know your user name and
passwords, to keep track of the accounts, of course."

"I already knew that!  It was covered in the file!  Stop ignoring my
question!"

"Question?  Oh!  About letting someone else handle things if you couldn't?
Aren't I already handling things for you?  Kidding, kidding!  Yeah, I
actually expected this, so I have a few gents on the sidelines I feel could
handle it while still being mature."

"That's a relief.  But what about my main work?  The romances?  Who would
cover those if I switched to these full-time?"  Amelie was slightly
panicked.  Before hiring her, the romance lines were ... lacking.  She
didn't want them to go back to the way they had been before.

Padrino laughed at her.  "As if you couldn't do both if you really wanted
to.  Though I really am expecting these to take off, you know.  And, yes,
you would be expected to handle your regular work.  I'll have to think
about it.  I suppose the boys would have to handle them as they were before
we hired you.  And, Amelie?  Couple more things before I have to get back
to the daily grind ... I want your cube organized before lunch.  Your
neighbors are complaining of the mess"

"Hah! As if they're more organized halfway through their assignments!" she
growled.

"True, true," he chirped.  "But the complaint was issued against you.  And,
check your e-mail as soon as you're done with that.  Have a great morning!"
And with that, he hung up.

Amelie was able to finish cleaning her cubicle five minutes before the
lunch hour was due to start, which left her just enough time to check her
e-mail.  Her filing system would be shot to hell, but at least it looked
good.  She quickly deleted the spam and quickly read through Padrino's
post.

That rank bastard! He had sent over his picks for three stories already:
Taming Chastity; Full Moon Rising; and Good Girls Don't.  Well, this would
make for an interesting lunch hour!  She grabbed a sandwich and a vanilla
Frapppuccino from the vending machines and ate at her cubicle while
everyone else had gone out. She figured she could spend the hour by
herself, without interruption or teasing about her new work.

When she scrolled through the titles on the diskette, she noticed that
those Padrino had already picked out for the series were marked with a "P."
Somehow she felt cheated as she read her boss' picks.  She had thought that
he was as nervous about the new assignment as she was, considering his
manner on the phone earlier.  Obviously he hadn't been, and had anticipated
that she would ask for his help.

The first story she had read from Padrino's picks was about a man
fantasizing about having sex with his hot, younger neighbor, and then the
fantasy becoming reality as she watches him masturbate.  It seemed to her
that it was missing paragraphs or altered in some way, because it was
somewhat confusing to read at times.  But the way the sex scenes were
written, now that was hot!  Amelie thought that Padrino had put this tale
first so she could gradually get used to her new assignment.  And,
probably, to improve upon her vocabulary.

Romance novels usually described sex as a "dark blooming flower" (usually
an orchid or rose) and orgasms as "release" for males and akin to reaching
Heaven or riding and taming storms for the females. Not so with these new
hardcore romances.

Males fucked dripping cunts and slurped upon their pussy juices and
cream. Females loved being fucked in the mouth with cocks and slurping
yummy come (now cum) after any sort of sex, vaginal or anal.  And, except
for (she suspected) health conscious authors, there was never any mention
of birth control of any sort.

Another fairy tale to these stories (at least in her personal experience)
was that females always came first, at least once, if not three times,
before the whole thing was done.  Padrino's last pick, Taming Chastity, was
a bit more out there.

As Amelie read through Chastity's story thinking it would be the tamest,
she soon lost track of time.  It was erotica at its best she felt, as she
lost herself in the characters.  If she had been a betting woman, she would
have laid it all on the author being a male, because it was all about
Submission and Domination.  The author didn't really give detailed
descriptions of the characters, either, instead preferring to let the
reader draw upon their imaginations.  This little trick worked for Amelie,
because it made the whole thing seem as though it were happening to her and
she could feel her body responding to the stimulus.

Amelie could feel the spankings the teacher gave her, could feel her own
cunt drip its cream as she got those spankings and sucked cock like a
well-trained whore.  So engrossed was she that she almost forgot that she
was still at work.  Just as her hand was caressing her thighs on its was to
her pussy, her phone rang.  "Yeah," Amelie sighed.

"Hey, Mom!"  It was her daughter, Aimee.  "Just wanted to call and let you
know that dad rang just now.  He and Hannah want to pick me up and keep me
for a bit soon.  That okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," she sighed, still thinking of Chastity.  Then reality
intruded.  "Wait!  How long?"

"I dunno.  Said they had something to tell me.  How long are you gonna give
me?" Aimee questioned, defiant as ever.

Amelie smiled.  Hannah was an old room-mate of hers and her one and only
female lover.  It always amused her that the last two people she had slept
with ended up together.  "I'm not sure, hon.  There is only a few months or
so left of school and then graduation for you.  Not to mention our
birthdays are right after that," Amelie whined.  "Then again," she
muttered, "my boss did just straddle me with another assignment, so I
really wouldn't be able to give you the attention you deserve this summer.
So, what sounds fair to you?"

"Well, I am almost 18 and I really want to visit with dad and Hannah.  How
about for two months?  Leave after our birthdays?  Unless I get bored, then
I'd call you, begging you to come get me."

Amelie thought this over.  She would be able to do her work in private at
home, and the normal romances at work.  Perfect!  And the added bonus of
not being interrupted for a change sounded ideal.

"You know, I think that's a good plan.  And, if after that time you want to
stay even later, well, I wouldn't mind too much.  You hardly get to visit
with your father as it is and I know that college you are so interested in
is near his house.  Now might be the time to start schmoozing up to the
professors.  Just make sure and call every once in awhile, keep my head out
of these books and on reality occasionally.  But I want you to finish
school first, so they can get you after your graduation ceremony."

"Mom!  Geez, I can't get a word in edgewise," her daughter laughed.  "But
you know, that sounds just about perfect.  I really don't want a huge
graduation party, just a dinner out with my family.  My whole family," she
emphasized, making sure her mother knew she was including Hannah in that
"whole" bit.  "So, the old Paddy Wagon got you on a new assignment, huh?
Hey, think I could take a peek?  I could help, you know.  Point out stuff
you might have missed."

"Yeah, maybe.  Though not likely.  Padrino seems to want to keep this one
quiet.  Too new of a concept.  But I can ask for you."

"Alright.  So, bring pizza when you get home and I'll be satisfied.  I'll
call dad and let him know what we've decided on.  Mum?  Can I have Josh
over?  He needs out of that house.  His mom is waaay too restrictive."

"I know exactly what you're thinking, too.  I guess it's okay.  I won't be
home until about seven, so you're going to have to wait to eat until then,
okay?  And, young lady," her voice hardening into that of the mother she
was, "I want it quiet tonight.  I've got a bit of a migraine and don't want
to hear it.  And don't forget the condom!"

"Mom!  I seriously doubt I need a condom when I'm on the pill!  But I will
for you."

"Thank you, darling.  You never really know.  Anyways, I've to get back to
work, so I'll chat you up later."  When they talked, Amelie tended to use
phrases her daughter did, not noticing when she did so until someone
pointed it out to her.

"Mom, PIZZA!" came from the phone as she hung up the line.  'As if I'd
forget,' she thought.

"What a fascinating conversation.  Was that your daughter on the line?"

Amelie jumped, her face burning, at Padrino's voice behind her.  "Uhh,
yeah.  Her boyfriend is visiting tonight and they requested pizza."  How
much had he heard?

"Uh-huh."  He sounded doubtful.  "Well, I just got back from lunch and
noticed someone hadn't even left."  He glared at her.

"I wanted to stay here and get some stuff done without fear of getting
caught," she blurted.  Embarrassment burning her inside, she quickly
apologized.  It was only work, after all, and it really shouldn't have been
embarrassing.

Padrino seemed to understand.  "No, its okay.  I just don't want you to
pass out from hunger.  But I see the trash now."  He smiled at her.  "So,
how are you coming along now?  Have any work I need to pass off to someone
else yet?"

He was mocking her, she was sure of it.  His tone caught a chord inside of
her, burning away the embarrassment, and replacing it with anger.
"Actually, no.  I was just going over your picks before I chose mine," she
said, trying to sound efficient, on top of things.  'On top of him would be
better,' a voice that sounded suspiciously like hers commented.

He waited.  "And?"

"And I agree with you."  She stiffened her spine, unable to look him in the
eye.  Yeah, those shoulders were a nice neutral spot to look at.  Not sexy
at all.  Nicely chisled, strong.  "I think they need work."  Wait, what was
she talking about?  "Editing, of course.  With most of them, I feel like
I'm reading eighth grade essays with an adult theme.  But they have a lot
of potential."

"Well, not all of them have our talent.  Call it job security, if you will.
So how far did you get?"

'Only to your shirt in my fantasies'.  Oh dear God.  Where were these
thoughts coming from?  He leaned against her cubicle wall in a patently
male stance, arms crossed over his chest.  A dangerous way to stand at
best, those walls were probably made of painted styrofoam.  Still ... her
boss Was pretty damn sexy.

Amelie cleared her throat.  "Almost through the Chastity story."

"What did you think?  Remember, we need a female opinion."  One eyebrow
shivered up, daring her to respond.

"I was ... enthralled.  Despite the grammatical errors, I felt as though it
were all happening to me.  I suspect its because he didn't describe the
characters."

"Yes, she does have talent.  That's why I picked it."

Amelie was surprised enough to look him in the eye.  "She?  I would have
pegged such a fantasy as a man's."

"Would you like more of her work?"

"Uh.  Yeah."  He laughed at her.  How awkward.

"Okay, just think of it as talking about another potential book.  Which it
is."  She almost fainted when he leaned over her desk to write on her
calendar, he smelled so good.  She looked at the scrawl.  June 24.  She
glanced at him, a question in her eyes.  "Yeah, that's when the first book
is scheduled for release."  He looked almost apologetic.  Which he should
be.

"TWO MONTHS!  Are you off your rocker, Padrino?"  Her green eyes blazed at
him, spitting fire.

"Nope.  Think you can handle it?"  His grey, almost silver, dared her.

"Of course I can handle it!" she spat.

He looked at her, as though measuring whether or not she would be able to.
"Yes," he said, "I suspect you can.  All your other work is usually in
early, so this should be cake for you.  Just ... different subject matter.
So," he suddenly went from thoughtful to annoyingly cheerful, "how do you
feel about your own office?"

Normally his abrupt switch in moods pissed her off, but this time, it was a
pleasant distraction.  "I dunno," she challenged his question.  "Would it
be considered a promotion?"

"No."  She was crushed.  "But you do a lot of work here, so I thought you
might enjoy the extra space."

She brightened.  "I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Of course
I'll take it.  Even without the promotion."

He laughed at her.  "That's my girl."

She flushed.  She was probably reading too much into that statement, there.
"I have a question for you, though."  He motioned her to continue.  "Is
this stuff classified?  I mean, my daughter reads my work and helps me out
occassionally.  She catches the stuff I miss, especially when I'm
exhausted.  Can I let her read some of these?"

"Sure, why not?  Unless of course, she is under eighteen.  Then you should
probably get her to swear not to share and definitely Not tell me you did.
Though, since you were discussing condoms with her a short time ago, I
doubt it is an issue."

She refused to be ashamed of her parenting techniques. "We are able to talk
about these things, unlike some.  I think all parents should have such an
open relationship with their children."

He frowned.  "I can understand where you're coming from and think others
should follow in your example."  She was pleased that he seemed to
understand.  "But," he continued, "I think if I ever had a daughter, I
would be a bit more strict about certain things."

"And that's how you loose them.  I'd rather her be able to talk to me if
she needs to, rather than her hiding things from me and getting into worse
trouble later.  Some things, they just have to learn on their own."

He refused to argue the point.  "Well, come on.  I'll show you to your
office."

She held up a finger, the universal sign to "hold on a sec," and password
locked her computer.  There.  "Alright.  Now I'm ready," she said,
clutching the manilla envelope to her breast as though it were the only
lifeline she had left.

Padrino just stared.  "Right.  This way."

~*~

It was huge!  Not as large as Padrino's office, that was for sure, but
after suffering a cubicle for three years, well, it seemed as close to
Heaven as she was going to get for a while.  "Wow, what a view!" she joked,
looking behind the blinds.

"Yeah, I prefer that red brick myself.  People look at parks and city
lights and they go crazy.  Reminds them that there is more to life than
work."  He looked at her hungrily.

She stared at him.  "Padrino.  I was kidding."

He narrowed his eyes at her.  "And I was not."

Uneasy under that glare, she pretended to look around her new office,
though she had already memorized it all.  It was already furnished with an
In/Out tray and locking file cabinent in the corner.  All that was needed
was her personal things.  "How thoughtful," she said, pointing to the
In/Out tray.  "I needed another one."

"I thought it would come in handy.  That way you don't mix up your regular
work with your new."

"I hadn't thought of that," she admitted.  "Thank you, then."

He went to stand by the blinds that were open to a view of another window
across the way.  "It's not sound-proof, but at least you'll have some
privacy if you pull the blinds.  I'll have extra sets of course, but you'll
need these."  He held up a set of keys.

On the cheap little ring was one bulky golden key and two smaller keys, one
brass and the other in silver.  Amelie guessed that the large golden key
was for the door and the silver one for the filing cabinent, but where did
the brass one go to?

"One for the door, the cabinent, and the desk.  He held up the brass key to
her desk.  "This one doesn't have a copy, so please, don't loose it."  He
looked rather intense, so she just nodded and took the set from him.  He
almost didn't let it go.

"Should I get you a copy, then?" she asked, holding up the dainty brass
key.

"No.  Everyone has a right to their privacy.  I just expect you to be good
about it.  No illegal shit, okay?  Now go try them out so I know I grabbed
the correct set."

"Oh, okay," she sighed.  As if Padrino ever misplaced anything in his life.
She, on the other hand, would have lost her head ages ago if it hadn't been
attached.  "Padrino?"  He turned to her.  "Just wanted to say thank you."

"Hey.  No problem.  It wasn't a promotion, but we like to keep our best
workers happy.  But since I mentioned it, did you request some time off?"

"Yeah," immediately wary.  "Middle of June, why?"

"Since we're on such a tight schedule, could you postpone it until after
the book is finished?"

"Uh-uh.  No way.  My birthday, my daughter's birthday and her graduation
all fall withing a week of each other.  Can't do it."

He scratched his chin.  A habit, she knew, that meant he was thinking hard
about how to get his way.  She might be in trouble.  "How about shortening
it?"

She thought about this.  Since her daughter was leaving after graduation,
she might be able to do it.  "Yeah, maybe.  Can I get a week, then?"

He looked pained.  "No."

"Okay.  How long Can you grant me?"

"Three days, max."

"You've got yourself a deal IF I can choose what days.  And, boy, will you
owe me for it after this project is done."  She grinned at him.

Padrino started working his way towards the door.  That grin made him
nervous.  "I suspect we can work something out.  How about an extra week
around the holidays?  I'm pretty sure my Bosses will be okay with it,
considering the extra time you're putting in now."

"I guess so.  But I still want some sort of summer vacation after this book
gets finished."

He saw the determination in her eyes.  "I can manage a few days off.  With
the extra time for the holidays, I won't be able to give you much, but
it'll be something.  Might be a working vacation," he warned.

"How many are we planning on doing?" she asked, referring to her newest
project.

"It depends on how well it sells.  Just because we sold the idea to a
potential buyer doesn't mean it'll do well on the seller's racks."

"True enough. Though I had hoped that this would be the only one.  Kind of
stupid, considering the amount of websites I was given."

"Were you repressed as a child?"  He looked about ready to ask her to lie
down on a couch.

"What?  No!" She stared in horror at his pretty face.  "I just never
thought to write my fantasies down.  To share them with the public seems
too intimate to me."

"You have fantasies?"  Her boss seemed interested, licking his lips like
that.  "I never would have guessed."  He walked to the door, then paused to
face her.  "If I can make a suggestion?"  His eyes were kind in that
moment, so she decided that she would follow it, whatever he had to say.
"Go to that Nifty website first.  Read through some of them, get those
creative juices flowing.  Who knows?  You might be inspired to pen one of
your own!"

She scoffed.  "I doubt anyone would want to read my fantasies!  I can
barely read these ones!"  What a lie!

Padrino looked at her, the flush warming her cheeks and working its way
down her neck.  "I would read them," he murmured, wishing he could follow
the same path her blush was going.  "But you'll probably get lucky.  You
might not have to do any more after this one, Ms. Gordon."  And he walked
out the door.

Amelie sank down into her semi-plush chair and groaned.  What kind of
person was she becoming, lying like this?  And her boss knew she had
because she had already told him she liked, no Enjoyed, reading those
stories!  Well, she couldn't worry about that right now.  She had to move
everything into her new office.  The one that held a brand-new computer.
And a post-it note on it?  How had she missed that?

"I know its a lot, but you can handle it.  P"

Amelie burst into tears.

				~*~

After she contained herself (and vowing to put a mirror in her new office
ASAP in case of future breakdowns), Amelie decided she wasn't going to
waste time and equipment backing up all her files on disk to transfer them.
"Hey, Oshram!" she called out the door.  "Where are you?  I need a favor!"
By the time she had gotten everything moved and files transferred just as
she liked them, thanks to Oshram's external hard drive, it was time to head
home.

Just as she reached the door, it swung open, narrowly missing her nose.
"God damnit, Paddy Wagon!  You almost knocked me out!"

"Sorry!  Sorry!  I was making sure you were leaving."  He cocked his head
at her.  "Paddy Wagon?"

Amelie just glared at him, refusing to comment.  "What am I, a charity
case?  Amelie, eat lunch.  Amelie, leave work.  You are not my father!"

Padrino just fished a small piece of plastic out of his pocket and held it
up in front of her eyes.  "You've got a temper to match your hair, Red."

She bristled at the hated nickname, but was curious about the plastic
package he held inches from her eyes.  "What's that?"

"Shall I demonstrate?"  Without waiting for a response, he attached it to
her USB port, and her computer sounded like a door chime.  "I am
transferring files onto this jump drive so you can take it home.  Work on
it, give it to your daughter, burn it, whatever."  He wasn't really paying
attention, concentrating on the computer screen instead.  "Don't worry.
I'm not deleting files, just copying them onto this thing."  He spared a
grin at her, "And, yeah, I said burn it.  But then you'd owe me a good
eighty bucks."  He turned his attention back to the computer.  "A-ha!  Here
we are."  He released the jump drive and secured it in the protective
casing.  "You DO know how to use this, right?"

She shot him a withered glance but took the jump drive and escorted him out
of her office so she could lock it.

"Just checking.  Hey Red, don't walk so fast!  I'll be a gentleman and
escort you to your car!  Hey!  Amelie!"

Amelie just scowled and walked faster.

~*~

"So, Mom," Aimee said before she even had her jacket off, "I'm not smelling
any pizza..."  Amelie slapped her forehead and walked right back out the
door.  She didn't have to say anything.  Aimee and Josh were already
laughing.

On the second go 'round, Aimee asked her about work, after her jackets and
shoes were removed.  She gave her mother an appropriate squeal and hug when
she heard about the new office and Amelie tried not to cry.  Her daughter
tended to have a high pitched voice when excited and, in close quarters
like this, tended to hurt.  "Okay, enough Aimee.  You hurt."  She went to
the computer to add the files on the jump drive.

"What are you doing?" her daughter asked.

"Hold on.  Let me ... ah.  It's done.  Here," she smiled at her daughter.
"A present from Paddy."

Aimee took the drive from her mom and told Josh to help her mother with the
pizza.  "Won't be too long, then we can eat.  I just want to put this in my
room," she told her boyfriend.

Good, her daughter understood her.  "I want that back when you're done,"
she yelled at her daughter.  Aimee just waved at her, signalling that she
had heard.  "So, Josh, you doing well?" she asked around a mouthful of
pizza.

Josh was a quarterback for a neighboring school of Aimee's.  She was a
cheerleader, which was how the two had met.  Aimee had later told her
mother that she had seen Josh early on and had noticed that he had watched
her throughout the game.

"Well its no wonder your team won the game then, huh Aimee?" Amelie teased
her.  But she had to admit that he was quite good-looking.  The way he had
handled the plates and glasses reminded her more of a ballerina than a
quarterback for a football team, though.  Inwardly, however, Amelie frowned
at her daughter's love of blonde men.  Not her particular cup of tea.

She turned her attention back to what he was saying.  Oh, yes.  He was
thanking her for letting him sleep over tonight with Aimee, hinting that
sleeping would not be all that they were going to do.  She was thinking of
reprimanding him about it, her mother's instinct kicking in, but Aimee had
come back to the kitchen, her face flushed.  "Sorry for taking so long.  I
was distracted, reading that first story you gave me."

Amelie smiled at her daughter as Aimee handed the drive back to her.  It
was easy to guess why she had taken so long returning.

Josh visibly shuddered at Aimee's comment.  He had spent his time
fine-tuning his body, not his mind, thus developing a natural distaste for
the written word.  "Mom," Aimee asked, "can I take the stories when I go to
Dad and Hannah's?  I'll keep it on my MP3 player, so no one will know!"

"Sure, just keep them safe.  You have to teach me how to do that one day.
It would be easier than toting around a laptop all day," she muttered as
she washed her hands of the pizza grease.

"You're going to your dad's?  When were you leaving?"  An edge of concern
had entered Josh's voice.  Amelie could almost see her daughter cringe.
She had just been informed that morning that Aimee was thinking of breaking
it off with Josh but wanted to wait until after graduation.  Apparently she
hadn't yet let Josh know that.  Poor kid.  He was really in love with her
daughter.  Or lust.  But as she told her daughter, a great lay did not a
relationship make, but it sure helped!  She would step back and let them
work it out.

"Okay," she intoned in her best I-am-mom-so-listen-up voice, "I'm off to
bed.  Remember to keep it down in here.  Oh, Aimee, don't forget about your
appointment tomorrow!  I have to go to work early, so you'll have to go
alone.  Night."  Yep, she would let them work it out, but there wasn't any
harm in helping out a daughter with impending arguments, was there?

After bathing and dressing for bed, she booted up her laptop and the jump
drive.  Some privacy would help her finish her work earlier, and she
intended to make the most of what little privacy she got.  Randomly
choosing a story to read through, she settled in for a long, lonely, and
sexually frustrating night.

She read through two more stories before furiously plowing her pussy and
ass with vibrators, imagining the dicks belonged to Padrino and Josh.  They
fucked her well and hard, a perfect rythym between the two.  And in her
dreams, Padrino spanked her just like the teacher in that Chastity story.
And watching, fingering her own beautifully wet cunt, was Aimee.  Padrino
had inserted his thick cock up her ass, beckoning another cock, this one
sprouted from Aimee's cunt, into her more than ready cunt.  But Aimee,
mindful of another woman's body, had bent her dark head t her mother's
juicy cunt, pink tongue darting hungrily into the folds and slurping
greedily.

DAMN!  'Hot as hell, but a little bit sick, don't you think?'  What had
woken her?  She felt something against her thigh, that was it.  Oh, there
it was again.  Thinking one of her cats was trying to catch an early
morning snuggle, she grabbed, and what she held was not fur ... but hair.
Dear God.  Remnants of her dream still possessed her and, for a dark
moment, she hoped that the hair was not blonde.  She kept her eyes closed
as a tongue tentatively touched her pussy.  Oh, god!  Amelie had to fight
not to moan.  Still burning from her dream, that tongue felt better than
any other then.  Damn if she cared who it belonged to!

She lifted her hips, allowing her cunt lapper better access, still holding
on to the silky strands.  Her lover moaned and she knew then who it was.
She should probably stop this.  She knew she still had the willpower to but
she craved that tongue too much.  Ah well.  Aimee would probably forgive
one day.  The tongue prodded her folds, torturously entering her drooling
pussy.  She moaned and gripped her lover tighter.  It stroked her, that
tongue, slowly until she loosened her grip, then licked up to her clit
before speaking.  "I know you want it.  I heard you fuck yourself last
night.  I fucked Aimee hard last night, too."

"Please, don't stop until you've made me cum!"  God, even my thoughts say
cum, not come!  And then she couldn't think at all, as strong hands crept
under her ass, gripping almost painfully and raising her to tongue-level.
He paused to suck on her firm tits, sucked and bit and licked those tits
and nipples, all the while kneading her ass cheeks.  His head lifted again,
and she groaned her hunger.  His lips landed on hers, that gifted tongue
forcing her lips open, her tongue to accept his.

As he kissed her, a hand went back to her tits, pinching and pulling at the
flesh there.  She moaned her delight into his mouth.  He then captured her
tongue in his teeth, drawing it deep into his mouth, sucking so hard on it,
she gasped in pain.  He raised his head to look at her, still kneading her
boobs.  "When you fucked yourself last night," he asked, "did you dream you
were fucking my cock?"  She was turned on by his words.  He pinched a
nipple and she gasped at the pleasure/pain it brought.

"YES!" she sighed, head rolling back and back arching her tits higher into
his hands.

"Good, because I have to tell you that every time I fucked your daughter,
the one thing that made me cum was thinking it was your cunt I pounded!"
She moaned at this, arching higher.

"That excites you, huh?  Well, then I'll lap your cunt like the bitch in
heat that you are!  And then you'll suck my cock off, won't you?"  She was
frantic at his words.  Never before had such talk excited her so!

"And I'll cum in your pussy.  Or maybe that hot ass of yours?  I think
you're a horny slut and horny sluts cum when they're fucked in the ass.
You do, don't you?  You want to be fucked in the ass!"  He laughed at her,
as her breathing became shallow and fast.  "I thought so.  So did Aimee.
Only she always made me wear a condom when I fucked her."  He paused, then
his hand left her tit and went lower, lightly stroking as he went.  Finding
her cunt, he swirled his finger just inside her pussy, exciting her
further.  "But you won't Miss Johnson.  You won't make me wear a condom
when I fuck you, will you?"  And he dipped his finger into her honey, his
thumb grazing her clit.

"Nooo," she sighed at the pleasure.  Regaining some of her sense, she
asked, "Aimee?"

"I left her reading something on her computer.  It looked pretty long, so
we have plenty of time.  And, just to be sure, I locked the door before I
stared sucking on your juicy cunt.  Now, I want to taste you as you cream
my face."  He moved down her body, making sure he grazed all the right
spots to keep her panting.  She was such a responsive whore!  Kissing and
licking his way down, he was thankful when his head got past her tits.
With the way she was arched and those firm full melons shook with her every
breath, she almost made him cum all over her.  Not inside her as he had
dreamed of from the moment he saw her.  No!  He was going to fuck Miss
Johnson, and then, somehow, he was going to get Aimee in on the action as
well.  He knew she was interested, but she had her inhibitions.  And when
he told Miss Johnson about his fucking her daughter, she had spasmed.  So,
Aimee and Miss Johnson wanted to fuck each other!  And he wanted to be the
sandwich filling.