A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including uniform, menage and submission.
The Deal by Sadie Wolf
She’s always known her boyfriend was a bad lot, but never this bad. Now he’s finally been captured, she’s facing two years’ jailtime for being an accessory. Is there no way out? Just when it seems hopeless, the police inspector offers her a way out – a deal to secure her freedom. Being a policeman is a stressful job and all she has to do is be there to relieve a little of that stress; no one needs to know that this has been one of her lifelong sexual fantasies, do they?
Night at the Museum by Cyanne
Claire’s shy when it comes to men – much more confident with her history and her academia. But that’s not to say she doesn’t have her fantasies. When security guard Gary interrupts her night-shift at the museum, she immediately falls for the tough hunk in his official get-up. When the security camera puts her at centre-stage, she decides to let go of her misgivings and put on the hottest performance of her life. Will the audience be upstanding?
Clean-up in Aisle Five by Elizabeth Coldwell
Justin’s fetish might not be the most traditional, but that does nothing to diminish his passion for the utilitarian overalls of his local 24-hour supermarket; especially when they’re being modelled by luscious checkout girl, Janice. After a week away on business, he’s determined to reveal his feelings – and much more – to his supermarket sweetheart.
Nights in Black Satin by Sophia Valenti
Jessie doesn’t think she has ever seen a sexier costume when she spots the full-blown, classic French maid’s outfit in the sex shop window. She can’t wait to get back home and have Brenda try it on. But first she has to convince her boyfriend Brett to play ball, because the truth is Brenda wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for Brett. Jessie couldn’t resist picking up some extra playthings at the shop to really make this a night to remember...
Exemplary Employee by Charlotte Stein
Sven is the perfect masseuse: thoughtful, Swedish and good with his hands – not to mention always smartly dressed in his clinical white uniform. Who is she to argue when he suggests some creative adaptations to the standard “all-over-body” massage? He is the professional, after all... and how can something that makes you feel this good be wrong?
‘But ...’ I began to cry.
‘I’m here to offer you an alternative solution. One that’ll keep you out of jail.’
I was crying properly now. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying.
‘Are you listening to me? I said I’m offering you a deal that’ll keep you out of jail.’
He came closer to me and undid my hair from its plastic clip so that it fell around my shoulders. He ran his fingers through my hair. I was suddenly aware of my very short denim skirt, my tight white vest top that showed a good bit of boob. I took a deep breath and straightened up, and stopped crying. ‘You understand, I don’t make this type of offer to just anyone, do I, Barclay?’
‘No, sir.’ The younger cop answered.
‘What it comes down to is, you be nice to us, and we’ll be nice to you.’ He fingered the strap of my top, slipping it casually down so that the lace of my bra was visible on one side. He stroked the lacy edge of my bra, and then stepped back, suddenly serious. ‘I’m a man of my word. If you cooperate, you’ll walk out of here scot-free, Princess, and that’s a promise.’ He stroked my cheek, which was wet with tears. ‘By all means, speak to a solicitor. But the chances of him keeping you out of jail are less than zero. So, what do you say?’
I nodded, hiccoughing with tears.
He took out a pair of scissors from somewhere on his belt. I shook with fear.
‘Hold still, Princess.’
He cut off my clothes, right down the middle of my bra. Everything fell in a heap at my feet. I was naked. He wolf-whistled. He put the scissors away and reached around behind me and undid the handcuffs.
And although my knees knocked together and I felt as vulnerable and as afraid as I’ve ever felt in my life, inside my belly was full of fire, and sent a message shooting down between my legs. Somewhere, deep in my brain, a fantasy was being fulfilled, and it was turning me on.