I pulled out my camera phone and recorded her stripping saying "I'm a bad slut". I then posted it online and ruined her life. Luckily, my looks have c...anged since then so nobody has recognized me, not even her. My business had currently gone down, due to the feds being out a lot and me getting arrested for sexual harassment. But the "Victim" never showed up in court so I was released. Chapter 1 - Preparing For The BitchesOne morning I got a call from an old co-worker of mine named Greg. Now. Monica stepped out of her car. Having just returned from work, her black business jacket and lacy black skirt clung tightly to her svelte figure and her long straight blonde hair was pulled into a bun at the back of her head. Her makeup was business-like with just a hint of sex-appeal which she had used to full effect over the past several years to help her move forward in her career. She was thirty-six years old and, though she led a busy life, she still found time to visit the gym three times. She stood up and turned around, looking me in the eyes.“Mister Chris,” she said, and, as she had nothing planned for the rest of the sentence and I had no reply, we put our arms around each other and kissed.Airis gave herself to the kiss and the embrace with nothing held back. Her breasts pressed my chest, her pubic area found mine, and our bodies communicated in a silent crackle of transmissions that said more than a thousand words, or a thousand pictures, for that matter. My hands squeezed. We have been friends since Sunday school, and he is my mentor, idol, and the only grownup man I know, he's at least ten years older than me. I trust and confide in him about everything important because he is honest and gentle with me, never judging my silly or foolish behavior or thoughts, although lately I have thoughts he might not approve of, and he never treats me as a girl to be had. I do know that even the tiniest touch, like when he hands me a book or takes my arm and our fingers make.