When Cal and Emily have sneaky sex on a station platform, they didn’t expect their private moment to become public...
Blurb:
Cal and Emily need to spice up their sex life, but their outdoor sex is filmed by a security guard, Gary. For Cal, the best way to deal with his threats of blackmail is just to run away from the problem – and from Emily. Will Cal face up to Gary? And can she face up to her own feelings?
Ebook ISBN: 5090_1111
lyd Category: FemErotica
Length: 22 pdf Pages / 3757 words
Rating: 3
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,
lrf, epub, RB, mobi
Ebook Cover Price: $1.99
Excerpt:
“Come in.” Gary stood in the doorway, and gestured to the monitors ranked on the desk in the gloom. “Got something to show ya, haven’t I?”
Cal didn’t want to enter the dank cubbyhole. She stayed half-out on the platform, looking in, as Gary moved across to the desk.
The clip had only run for a few seconds before Cal was fully in the room, pulling the door closed behind her, sweat prickling her underarms. Gary stood firmly in front of the control panel, and she was compelled to watch.
On the screen, two figures moved. One was in the station uniform, and the other was in a short summer dress.
The girl in the dress wove her hands through the hair of the woman in the crisp, white shirt and navy trousers. Pressed between the angle of two walls at the far end of the station, no one could see them in the evening light.
That’s what Cal and Emily had thought last night.
Gary made an unsettling noise, deep in his throat. His eyes were shining, and Cal didn’t want to think about the way his hips were twitching. Back on the screen, the two women were deep in their caresses. Emily’s dress was hitched up around her waist. Cal remembered how she’d phoned Emily, ordering her to come to the station with no underwear on. The security camera footage wasn’t perfect, but Emily’s naked buttock was clear enough.
Cal knew what was going to happen next. Hadn’t she planned the whole thing, playing out every detail before she phoned Emily with her instructions?
It had been magical. Emily had been turned on by the danger, by Cal’s uniform and even by the smell of the diesel on the tracks. They had kissed and they had fondled, taking their time to explore each other’s bodies, made unfamiliar and new by the setting.
On the screen, the uniformed figure had unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts were lifted from her bra. Cal felt herself start to flush as, even in her horror, her nipples responded to the sight.
She tore her eyes away.
Gary was leaning forward, mouth open. “Fuck, I wish there had been sound on it!”
“Turn it off!” Cal sounded braver than she felt. She just wanted to cry.
Gary watched for one long, lingering moment more.
“Turn it off!” Cal repeated, and finally, he flicked the switch.
“I want the tape.”
Gary snorted. “It’s digital, sweetheart. And, it’s mine.”
“Sick fuck. What are you going to do with it?”
“I dunno. Watch it a few times, whack myself off.” He grinned. “Every time I look at you, I can see you with your hand up that girl’s pussy, coming. What a sight. And I never even knew you were a rug-muncher.”
“Fuck you!”
“Wouldn’t mind if the pair of you did. That’d be something, wouldn’t it?” Gary looked thoughtful, and Cal shook her head with a sneer.
“Never. Never going to happen.”
Gary laughed. “It might. I’ll hang onto this for a while until I’ve decided what you can do for me. I’m sure there’s some arrangement we can make.”
Author Bio:
Jay Lancaster is a corporate whore by day, and a total whore by night. Biologically female but with tastes running far beyond any definable criteria, they are endlessly fascinated by the range of human desires.
