He asked, “So you’re still not married? Still chasing that dream?”I said, “Yeah, but it’s hard for a woman, especially if you’re an attrac...ive woman. Every CEO wants to bed you and promise the rewards will be great if you do. I’m still working on getting there without the required sexual resume.” Again we both laughed.He said, “Jan, if I might be so bold, could I ask you out to dinner?”I said, “ I would love that, Allen.” I handed him my business card and said, “Call me” as I walked out.That. Brenda walked out and saw me, but other than a tight lipped smile, kept walking. Some of the other women looked familiar as well from the other night, but they did the same. Kristen had evidently passed on the message to ignore me. Stephanie and Kristen were talking at the front as the last person exited the room. Stephanie immediately locked the front door, put up a closed sign and escorted us into a back office. As soon as the office door closed, she began to disrobe, but I stopped her. I. I lifted one leg over the chair arm and leaned back a little, pulling my skirt up over my thighs and teased my fingers over my panties, feeling the dampness that was underneath them seeping through. Pushing them aside, I trailed a finger across my wet flesh and around my hard little nub, enjoying the beautiful friction and the pleasure it brought me. It wasn’t long before my heart rate had increased, my breathing had become rapid and two of my well-manicured fingers were plunged deep inside me,. Some days are worse than others, though. The name is Stevenson Jean-Pierre. Boston-born Haitian guy living in the Capital Region of Canada. Currently enrolled at Carleton University and studying Criminology. And this is definitely not the way I thought my life would be going, man. Things are hard up here. Seriously. I don’t know who decided to spread the myth that Canadians are nice, easygoing people. They’re all assholes up here, man. And they’re really good at hiding it. They feel nothing but.