"Bradley and I are going out," she announced, tersely. "That's all." Who's Bradley?" someone asked."That engineer guy," Fiona, the company legal speci...list, told him."Ah!" the Chairman said."'Going out casual' or 'real serious going out'?" Fiona continued. "Spill?"She was a nosey bitch, Rebecca thought, and they never really got on."Oh, going out serious, definitely!" Rebecca informed her."Hmm. And he would be, how younger than you?" 17 years!" Rebecca was defiant. She was buggered if she was. She saw me looking and giggled,"You don't mind me sitting like this do you Mr Smithson?" Er, well, er I" I like being looked at, it makes me fell all funny" No, carry on, you're very pretty Candy"She giggled again and I felt my cock stirring, this was the stuff dreams were made of, wet dreams!Slowly she allowed her knees to fall apart, her panties were pulled up tightly in between the folds of her hairless little cunt."Sometimes I go to school without any knickers on at all" You shouldn't. . . goddesses.Darcie knew a thing or two about feminine beauty. After all, she got her start in broadcasting on the strength of her own tawny good looks. But these dancers seem to possess an innate sensuality that stoked desire, combined with bodies that seemed utterly perfected to slake any man’s appetites. Or woman’s, Darcie conceded to herself, as her eyes locked with those of a dark-haired dancer on a nearby stage.A waitress appeared out of the darkness bearing the drinks. Darcie absently. Cat grinned widely and giggled."Uhm..." I interrupted, "I suppose you have my play as well."From her bag she extracted my play, "The Perfect Drug" which explored addiction as a seducer that cuckolds a boyfriend and turns the girlfriend into a submissive creature. She also revealed a sheaf of loose paper."My poems as well?" I asked."We figured they would show more of your ability to harness language into succinct and beautiful images," Snake explained."Maybe more than the play," I shrugged.Snake.