" she grinned. "You are a naughty little girl you've been giving this some serious thought." I smiled, squeezing her butt."How about Vicky the secreta...y I worked with? You met her at the Christmas party and she had a major crush on you.” "Actually I barely remember her. " I lied, she had spent the whole night flirting with me. How could I forget that? The next day I was walking around with a woody at work wondering if Ann had the nerve to go through with it and ask Vicky. I felt like a school. Julia was just arriving and after a perfunctory kiss we sat down for a leisurely breakfast. My younger sister is a statuesque blonde with curves that are too good to be true and I noticed several disappointed looks as I joined her. Her eyes crinkle as she smiled at me and a scattering of freckles sprinkled upon her cheeks giving her a look much less than her thirty years. Although dressed in a conservative dress, her curves always reminded men how enticing the right woman could look dressed in. You toss $40 on the table and head out into the brisk evening air; standing across the street you watch the door to Charley’s, waiting. After about five minutes, you realize that just standing around outside staring at a door might seem a bit weird, so you light up a cigarette. There. Normal. Nothing beats the refreshing sensation of menthol coating your throat and lungs. You smile, exhaling.Two cigarettes later you spot her, already making her way down the street. Damn. Forgot to pay. He begins to rub me into a moist opening that he knows is the feminine sign for “Welcome”. He got to me. Next thing I know my dress is off. I am fully naked. Mr. Orland is naked from the waist down. His pants are off and he is on top of me. Part of me wanted to fight him off. The other part of me really wanted to be his Christmas soloist. What could I do? “Sing for me now, Carla. Open up and sing the praises of God. Sing how much we fit together. Your tight young body sharing my cock. Do you.