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Elizabeth Prenter. That is the name on the door of my sleek corner office, the one that commands respect the moment people step inside.Am I evil? I do not think so. Everyone makes their own choices. Free will and all that. I simply enjoy the thrill of temptation too much to resist it. Married men, married women, people locked in relationships. There is something intoxicating about seducing them, peeling back their carefully built lives layer by layer until they are panting for me, risking everything for just one taste. Maybe I collect weak-willed souls. Maybe I am just addicted to the hunt. Either way, it is what I do.I had barely blown out the candles on my thirty-third birthday cake when James walked into my world.He was forty-four, married, and the father of three children. His wife, Jane, had been handling the accounts in my internet marketing company for the past two years. She was sweet enough, reliable in her quiet way, but nothing that ever turned heads.The first time I sa

James stood there looking strong in his work shirt, but his face was serious.“Elizabeth,” he said. “This is only for the job, right? I am married. I do not want any trouble.”I smiled at him softly and opened the door wider. “Of course, James. Come inside. Let me show you what needs fixing.”James walked into the house. He looked around at the nice furniture and the big living room. I took him to the shelf first. He checked it carefully. His arms looked powerful as he lifted the heavy wood. I stood close and watched his muscles move under his shirt. I told him exactly how I wanted it fixed. He worked quietly, but I could see him glancing at me sometimes.After the shelf, I showed him the heavy table. James bent down and pushed it across the room. His back looked wide and strong. I touched his arm lightly and said thank you. He nodded but did not smile much. He looked like he wanted to leave fast.When all the small jobs were done, I went to the kitchen. I poured two glasses of wine.

She’d been fucked and filmed by her cousin Julian and several of their friends before. Today, her best friend Tessy had set her up with a guy who produced videos for the darker corners of the web.Martin lifted Yvonne’s legs high, spreading her thighs wide. The petite 24-year-old’s firm ass lifted off the mattress as her toned 5’2” body arched beneath him.“Guide the head of my cock to your asshole,” Martin instructed, his voice thick with lust.“Okay,” Yvonne giggled, smiling up at the rugged man in his mid-60s. From the corner of her eye she saw Oscar holding the camera steady. She’d fooled around with Julian, Tessy, and their circle many times on camera, but this was different. Today she was shooting her first real porn video with professionals.It had been Tessy’s idea. Her hot best friend had hyped her up: “You’re going to be a star, Yvonne. Guys all over the world are going to watch you, want you… just like the rest of us do.”On the dorm room bed they’d turned into a makeshift

I had the basement to myself most weeknights. My mother worked nights at the hospital, so the house stayed quiet except for the low murmur of the television and the occasional clack of controllers. Tonight four of my friends had stayed after the others left. We were sprawled across the old sectional, taking turns at a racing game none of us were particularly good at. But it was a good distraction, if not the worst since all of them had asked me out me in the past, and I'd seen some of their nudes. Reid lost another round and tossed the controller onto the cushion. “Somebody else. I’m done getting wrecked.” I reached for it, but before I could get it, Finn’s hand closed over mine and snapped the console. “Nope. it's turn.” A second later the controller was gone and three bodies were on top of me, laughing, pinning my wrists and knees. I twisted underneath them. “Get off, you assholes...” Hands found my ribs. Tickling me and pressing on my hardened nipples, but I bucked

Cheer tryouts were held in the main gym after the last bell on the next day at school. The bleachers were half full of people with nowhere better to be. The hockey team had finished practice early and taken the top rows, still in their practice jerseys, watching the floor the way they always did, like the building belonged to them. I stretched on the sideline with the other girls and tried to keep my face neutral. My body felt different today, looser in some places and tighter in others. Every time I bent forward I remembered the night before. Every time I glanced up I caught one of them looking at me with lust. Jessica Hale stood two mats over. Her ponytail was perfect and her smile was the kind that never reached her eyes. She had always been close to the hockey captains and the upperclassmen who ran the team’s social circle. Being near them was currency, and she guarded it carefully. She had never liked how easily I moved in and out of that same circle and how the four of the