I spent the next few weeks increasing the frequency of my stops by her desk but was actually pretty busy with actual work unfortunately for a while. ...n October, our company decided to do a community service project where we all cleaned the beaches and bluffs in San Diego (where we work). Ali actually brought up the idea of volunteering because I usually don't unless my department head pressure me to. I thought, finally a chance to see her outside of the office.We met at a Starbucks near the. You know, like this morning? I kinda liked you then.Just be yourself.It'll be like you're not my bitch at all.It will be exactly the same.Except, I fuck you now.And your name is Hunter" He looked at me. "In that case...Why the hell is your hand on my fucking thigh, you bitch?" He asked.I smirked."So I could do this whenever I want, dumbass" I said moving my hand onto his dick.I lightly started stroking it.His lips were twitching.A sign of his that resembles pure lust.He took a hand off the. .. I prepared the bathtubwith some bubbles and scent and while it was ready I was rubbing the hairremoval over my body so I could give the full effect to Tony.. I was sonervous... I never imagine this moment... but some how I was ok withthat.After removing the hair removal lotion from my body I jumped on thebathtub and stayed there for at least thirty minutes just thinking ofwhat had just happened and how my life was going to change after tonightsince my secret was not a secret anymore. The. When we left San Francisco there were three passengers, myself plus two businessmen bound for Los Angeles. The journey south was pleasant enough. The weather was good and my two companions, both of them salesmen, had brought along whiskey and a deck of playing cards. We passed the time drinking, swapping stories and playing stud poker. When I mentioned that I wrote dime novels one of them asked, ‘Any sex in those stories?’ ‘Depends on who’s editing them but usually not.’ My traveling companions.