My fingers are rubbing my clit, going faster and faster slowly building up my orgasm, I hear myself moaning softly… “mmm Tom… ahh yes…” the ...ext thing I hear is a shuffling of feet outside the bathroom door and a loud BANG from my brothers bedroom door. My heart pounding so hard I feel likes its going to jump out of my chest. Panic rushes over me I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and quickly wash my body with vanilla shower gel. I jump out the shower and turn it off. I dry my body and look. It doesn’t really matter. I’m their nameless Babydoll in a little box in the sky, a window to desires they can’t completely own. I enjoy their attempts to not look obvious or needy about drinking in my kind of sexuality, as though they don’t want to show all their cards right away. They remind me of the way you look at me, except to them I’m just a fantasy of skin and tight curves and long blonde hair. To you, I’m flesh and blood. Your dirty little whore. And in this gray concrete playground,. Mr. Jamison stopped him outside his office door; he was holding a plastic clip file. "Ah Donald, glad I caught you. After a favour actually, old son. Would you run your eyes over this file and tell me what you think? I need it first thing this afternoon. Would do it myself, but I promised the wife I'd meet her for lunch today." He thrust the file into Donald's hands and walked away rapidly back up the corridor.Donald stared down at the file he held. Slowly, his hands began to shake; the tremors. All set?"I swallowed and nodded mutely.Aislyn took my arm. "Are you alright, sweetie?" I really wasn't prepared for this."She giggled. "Come on, let's dance."There were three couples on the dance floor, plus a group that looked like they were doing a kind of musical ménage à trois. Aislyn pulled me out and ground her body against mine. I tried to keep my attention on her, rather than the jiggling female flesh around me.She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Will you loosen up? Relax. Have.