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   Corrine Allens Apartment.  Kacey's room.  Day.

   Looking in the mirror she thought of two words.  Time flies.

   Kacey Sutton was trying on the outfit she would be wearing in a couple
of weeks at the board meeting where she would be introduced as the owner -
the owner!  - of Beach Industries.  20 years of age and she was going to be
in charge of Eglin City's largest business.  All those people under her,
employed by her.  "Thanks a fucking lot, Alison." Kacey muttered as she
looked at the navy blue suit and shook her head.  "I'm too young for this."

   One year had gone by so quickly.  Alison had gone.  The richest woman in
the city had simply walked away and dumped it all on a teenager.  The press
release that the CEO, Corrine Allen, had been greeted with disbelief and
queries of if it had been a joke.  Corrine had suggested that Kacey wait a
year, finish her studies and then quietly take over the reins of the
business.  Kacey had thought she had plenty of time but here it was. 
Looking at herself in the mirror she felt the knot in her stomach.  "I am
too young," she said again.  She heard the door move and looked over to see
Corrine Allen standing there.  "I can't do this." Kacey said.

   "That's what I thought when I was offered the position of CEO." Corrine
sighed and walked in.  She stood behind Kacey and flattened the shoulders
of the suit down.  She looked at Kacey in the mirror.  "I was shitting
myself to be honest.  All those suits facing you.  You'll feel like they're
judging you.  And they will be.  I'll not lie.  You, Kacey, are now the
richest young woman in the city.  The papers are asking for interviews."

   "You haven't..."

   "No." Corrine told her.  "You won't do interviews unless you want to. 
We already used restraining orders to stop the press harassing you at
college."

   "I'm too young."

   "Just nerves." a second voice said.

   Kacey looked at the black woman who had walked in.  Danielle Homes was
Corrine's girlfriend.  She walked in front of Kacey and adjusted the young
woman's collar then pulled the jacket down.  "It's all your yours.  Those
old farts give you trouble, you can fire their asses out the door."

   Kacey looked at the black woman's face.  Her skin was smooth and clean
of make-up.  Corrine had finally sat her down and made the hesitating
speech she'd obviously practised.  It had been only a few months after
Kacey had moved in.  Kacey was the first person she'd really come out. 
Corrine had been nervous as she told Kacey about how they'd met at various
social city functions then finally she'd realised how she felt about this
wonder black woman when they'd been stuck in a lift for two hours when the
party had been crashed by one of those sad freaks who thought they could
put on a costume and get rich quick.  Kacey had known what she was talking
about.  It was her who had met Corrine and Danielle as they stepped out of
the lift.  The freak was one of those one-offs who pissed themselves when
Scarlett - Alison, she corrected herself - charged at them.

   Alison Beach, Scarlett Queen.  The city's long time vigilante.  Kacey
had been the Red Princess and together they fought crime.  What a fucking
joke.  They fought freaks and sad little pricks with sadder demands.  There
was the occasional psycho like the Smiler who was a real threat but mostly
the criminals were so pitiful it was a joke.  The butler Carl and Corrine
was the only other citizen who knew about her and Alison's secret.  Carl
was dead.  He was more like her grandfather that a butler.  It was his
death that seemed to shake Alison.  It shook them all.

   Carl, dead.  Alison, gone.  Corrine, lesbian.  And young Kacey Sutton
now rich.

   Kacey looked in the mirror again as Danielle moved behind her and
Corrine.  She watched as the smooth black hands slid onto Corrine's
shoulders.  She saw the look that passed between them.  She had her own
secrets.  Kacey had watched them together before Corrine had told her about
Danielle.  She'd watched them kiss, watched the look of pleasure on their
faces as they fucked.  She'd watched Danielle thrusting into Corrine with
that strap-on black dildo then quickly scurry back to her room before they
realised she had been there.  The images of Danielle with her black `cock'
had joined the other dark figures that filled her dreams.  The faceless
figures surrounded her, their cocks growing as their eyes burned into her.
Kacey could remember how those eyes burned into her soul and drew her
towards them.  She wanted them.  She felt the hot, hard shaft and wanted
them all.  "Suck it, bitch." the familiar voice would tell her and Kacey
looked up to see the owner of the throbbing , hard, black cock in her hand.
"Suck my black cock, bitch!" Danielle ordered as she looked down at her.

   Kacey looked at the two women behind her in the mirror.  She had heard
Danielle use those words to Corrine, then watched as the black woman had
fucked the white woman's face.  The image of Corrine on her knees with
Danielle gripping her hair as she stood in front of her had burned into
Kacey's memory.  Kacey felt the stirrings of pleasure between her legs as
she remembered the words again.....



   Day Motel.  Room 16.  Night.

   He had a wife....

   The redhead straddling him sank her hot, wet pussy down his black cock
again and arched her back as she let out a gasp.

   He had kids....

   "Fffffffuck!" she moaned, grinding her pussy lips down him.  Her juices
were flowing as she came again.

   He shouldn't be doing this....

   Simon Endele had heard about this kind of thing happening on business
trips.  Relax in a bar.  Smile at a woman.  Fuck the shit out of her.  It
had happened so quickly.  He saw the white woman at the bar, a redhead, and
saw her looking at him.  Before he knew it she was sliding herself next to
him and suggesting he buy her a drink.  She was wearing a low-cut and
high-hemmed dress and had green eyes that said `fuck me'.  It was too good
to be true.  This white goddess making bedroom eyes to a strange black man
like him.  How much was it going to cost?  He'd smiled and told her he was
married and not interested.  She simply slid a hand between his legs and
squeezed.  His cock had already started to harden and feeling her hand
begin to massage it just made his cock grow a little more.  "No names, no
money," she'd breathed in his ear.  "Just sex."

   Black man's weakness.  He'd heard that phrase before in reference to
white women.  Simon had paid for the room in cash and felt slightly nervous
as the redhead pulled him into the room.  The nerves were soon gone as he
found himself looking down at her as she sucked on his cock and massaged
his balls.  The redhead seemed to take her time, feeling every inch of his
cock and licking up and down the shaft and balls.  He put his hands on her
thick, shiny red hair and soely began fucking those full red lips.  He
heard her slurp and gasp and then gag as she pushed her mouth down his
shaft.  She was taking in every inch she could.  He felt the tip of his
cock hit the back of her throat.  With a gasp she pulled her head back and
Simon looked down.  She was panting hard and looking up at him.  He saw the
look in her eyes.  A deep lust that needed to be satisfied.

   He had a wife.

   He had kids.

   No names, she had said.

   Just sex.....

   Simon had watched as the redhead had stripped off and lay back.  She
spread her legs and showed him her shaved pussy.  Nice and smooth and pick.
So ready for fucking....

   The redhead leaned forward and put her face near his.  She kissed him
gently and lifted herself off him.  How many times had she come?  Twice,
three times so far.  He watched as she slid down and put her lips over his
cock again.  Simon moaned as he felt her siding her mouth down his shaft.
Then gently lifted his hips as she sucked him furiously.  He couldn't hold
it back any longer and put a hand on the back of her head.  Simon moaned as
the first wave of his cum exploded into her mouth.

   "Mmmmmm....." he heard her moaning as he emptied his balls into the
redhead's hungry mouth.

   As he lay there, smiling, he saw her climb up next to him and again she
kissed him gently.  "That was nice." the redhead said and rolled off the
bed.  He watched her as she began to dress again.  A feeling of
disappointment came over him.  Was it over?

   "You don't want to stay a little longer?" he asked.

   "Gotta be going, lover." the redhead smiled and bend down.  She kissed
him again then kissed his cock playfully.  "Bye-bye, lover."

   With that he watched her walk out the door.  Simon lay back and smiled.
Sure he had a wife.  Sure he had kids.

   It was just sex.





   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Kitchen.  Morning.

   "Mmmmh.  Mmmmh.  Mmmmh...." Kacey had got into the habit of a morning
fingering before she got up.  Snuggled up in the nice, warm bed she
couldn't get the idea of what was happening a few doors down out of her
head.  She thought of Danielle fucking Corrine and could see that big,
black, dildo just slamming down between those white thighs.  "Mmmmm...."
she moaned as she came.

   Finally getting up, and after putting on a robe, Kacey wandered down the
hall and into the kitchen.  She looked at the breakfast bar and saw
Danielle was sitting there reading a newspaper as she ate cereal.  The
black woman waved a little finger at her as one hand was holding the paper
and other was holding a spoon.  "Afernoon." she said.

   "What time is it?" Kacey asked as she headed for the coffee pot.

   "After eleven."

   "Oh,"

   "Hey." Danielle looked up and smiled.  "Day off.  Enjoy it.  In a
fortnight you'll be a working stiff like the rest of us."

   Kacey smiled and filled a mug with warm coffee.  "Yeah." In a fortnight
she couldn't hide anymore.  Corrine could try and hide her as much as
possible but there was no getting around it.  She was going to headline
news soon.

   "So what are the plans?"

   Kacey looked up.  "Uh?"

   "Your plans." Danielle said.  "What are going to do today?"

   "I don't know."

   "Have a girls day out?  Head out and tease the boys?"

   "I..." Kacey felt uncomfortable.

   "When I was your age I loved teasing them." Danielle smiled.

   "But you're..."

   "That was later.  At your age I thought I was into boys."

   Kacey nodded.  "I was never really one for going out." Something else to
thank Alison Beach for.  Every night was training or going out on `patrol'.
Goodbye social life and hello cold reputation.  Who wanted to be friends
with someone who always made excuses not to go out....

   Danielle pointed at her with the spoon.  "That is not a good habit to
get into.  Go out.  Hit the city.  You can afford it." With that she got to
her feet and took the empty plate to the sink.  Danielle put a finger on
Kacey's cheek.  Kacey felt a shiver down her spine and stop right between
her legs.  "Go out," the black woman said.  "Go out and have fun.  Make a
few mistakes.  You're allowed to at your age."

   Kacey felt lost in Danielle's eyes.  She felt the impulse to move
forward and....  Kacey stopped herself.  She pulled back.  "I'll see."

   "Do not see.  Do." the black woman told her putting on a mystical voice
before dropping back to her.  "I'm going for a shower.  I got work in an
hour."

   Kacey watched the black woman heading to the bathroom suite.  She could
imagine that smooth, black skin being lathered up and....  She shook her
head.  Where the fuck did she get these feeling from?  Danielle was the
girlfriend of the woman had helped her out when she needed it.  Corrine had
let her move in.  It was just wrong.  Kacey shook her head again.  She'd
wait until Danielle was gone then get dressed.



   Lee's Bar.  Alleyway.  Night.

   All he had expected was a drink when the white woman had said hello to
him.  Dean put his hands on either side of the redhead and kissed her
deeply as she continued to jerk his cock off in the alley behind the bar.
He pulled away from her lips and looked deep into her eyes.  He moaned.

   "You like that, baby?" she asked.

   "Yeah," he panted.

   "Oooh, your big, black cock feel so hot in my hand."

   "Mmmm,"

   "Know where it would be even better?"

   Dean saw the smile spread on her face.  "Mhh?"

   The redhead sank down and Dean looked up and let out a loud sigh as he
felt her hot breath on the head of his cock.  She pushed her lips over his
cock and started sucking it furiously.  "Fuck." he gasped as he looked down
as saw her pushing her mouth along the dark shaft.  Her hands slid around
and gripped his ass cheeks.  "Fuck!" he repeated and put his hands on her
head.  "Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck..." he said as he began to fuck her
mouth.

   "Mmmmm...." she moaned, pulling his hips towards her face.

   "Fuuuuuck!" he groaned.  He couldn't hold it back any longer.  He pushed
his cock into her mouth, feeling the back of her throat.  His cock exploded
in her mouth and he pumped against her face as he heard her swallowing the
hot cum.

   When he finished, he looked down and saw the satisfied look on her face.
She slowly stood up and licked her lips.  Dean saw the dribble of cum on
her chin and watched as the redhead scooped it up with a finger then sucked
the finger clean.

   "Well?" he smiled.

   "Nice." she smiled.  "But I got to go."

   "What?"

   "I have to go." the redhead said before blowing him a kiss.  He watched
her pick up her purse and then casually walk along the alley towards the
street.  "Fuck," he smiled, then remembered his cock was still out.....





   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Evening.

   Kacey looked up as the front door opened and she saw Corrine walking in.
The look on her face was serious.  She watched as the older woman put the
case on the kitchen table.  "I hate paperwork." Corrine said.

   "Mhm?" Kacey said.

   "Something ain't right with the figures."

   "Serious?"

   "I don't know.  But the numbers are..." Corrine shrugged.  "They're off.
Hah, it's probably nothing."

   "Okay," Kacey nodded and turned back to the TV.

   "What you watching?"

   Kacey didn't take her eyes from the screen.  "Real Wives." she said.

   "That crap!" Corrine smiled.  "You know it's all in the editing.  At
least the bits that aren't done for the camera.  And as for real..."

   "You don't like it then?" Kacey smiled.

   "Not my cup of tea." Corrine told her as she got the bread out.  "You
want a sandwich?"

   "Sure," Kacey said.  she switched the TV off.  "Do you want me to help
with the paperwork."

   "No.  If you find out boring this bit of the job is you might sell the
company.  Cheese and pickle?"

   Kacey smiled again and hopped up onto her feet.  "Okay." she said and
walked into the kitchen and looked down the case.  "You're right.  About
the paperwork.  After all, that what I have employees for."

   Corrine slowly looked over her shoulder and raised her rolled her eyes.
She saw the young woman laugh and felt a warmth as it was the first sign of
getting over all that shit Alison had put her through she'd seen in a
while. The kid could laugh.  It was a good sign.



   (RED)



   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Kitchen.  Evening.

   Corrine put the paperwork down after reading through it again. 
"Bastard." she said.

   Kacey looked up from the couch were she was lying.  "Problem?"

   "The auditor's report.  Going to have to fire someone." Corrine got up
refilled her mug from the coffee pot.  "Be glad you only own the thing and
us underlings have to deal with this stuff.

   "Do you need to fire them?"

   "No choice.  He's been taking money from the R & D fund."

   Kacey had to smile.  "Isn't that how...."

   "Yeah." Corrine leaned on the breakfast bar and looked at her young, and
new, boss.  "But that was on orders, remember?  Besides there's ways of
covering that stuff so it's looks legal.  It was even tax deductable."

   "How much did he take?"

   Corrine got the sheet of paper again.  "Fifty thousand so far."

   "Ah." Kacey nodded.

   "Not exactly spare change." Corrine said.

   "What isn't?"

   Corrine smiled as she saw Danielle walking in.  She walked up to the
black woman and hardly gave her a chance to get her coat off when she
kissed her softly.  Kacey felt the stirrings between her legs again.  Maybe
she should be getting out more, she thought.  This meant another night's
furious fingering.

   "What isn't spare change?" Danielle asked again.

   "Someone is stealing from the company.  He's been skimming from R & D
and doing who knows what with it." Corrine sighed.  I'll have security deal
with it tomorrow."

   "Want me to make a call?" Danielle asked, looking at the papers.

   "No.  You don't need to worry about it."

   "You sure?" the black woman asked.  "Give Jane a call and it'll be..."

   Corrine shook her head.  "The woman with connections," she smiled and
put her arms around Danielle again.  "Leave it.  I'll call security in the
morning."

   "Okay," Danielle smiled and kissed Corrine again.  Kacey quietly got up
and headed to her room.



   1800 Keith Street.  Morning.

   The phone had gone when he was in his shower.  It had kept ringing.  The
black man muttered as he picked it up.  "Hello." he said, annoyed.

   "Mister Nilson," the voice on the other end said.  "Mr Sam Nilson?

   "I'm not buying anything, so fuck off."

   "How about a get out of jail free card.  " the voice said.  He was about
to put the phone down when the voice added.  "Should be worth fifty
thousand dollars."

   He pressed the phone to his ear again.  "What?"

   "Let's cut the shit.  You have stolen fifty thousand dollars from your
employer, Mr Nilson.  I know and they know.  You go to work today, the next
stop will be a prison cell.  And once that happens I won't be able to help
you."

   "Who are you?"

   "I have a proposal for you.  There's a taxi waiting outside." the voice
said.  Sam went to the window and looked down at the street.  There was
single yellow cab parked in front of the building.

   "Go on." he said, peering at the the driver.  The angle was off.  He
couldn't see the driver.

   "The taxi will bring you to me.  Just listen to what I have to offer. 
After that it's up to you.  I won't stop you, and I won't help you.  You
can take your chances with the authorities.  The taxi will wait for another
ten minutes then leave.  Your choice."

   The call clicked off and Sam Nilson stood there, dripping as he just
stared at it.....



   Delano's Place.  Room 14.  Evening.

   "Damn, you a dirty bitch!" Keello grinned as he slammed his cock into
the redheaded white woman in the small motel room.  She was on all fours on
the bed, naked, and horny as fuck.  Keello had found these white bitches
were so fucking easy to pick up these days.  It didn't matter the age he
could see them looking at him as he would pass.  The young black thug had
fucked plenty of them in the past six months.  He'd even taken part in a
couple of gangbangs of some white college girls.  One of those nights it
had been two sisters.  He smiled as the memory came back.  he could still
see them as they were kicked out of the car before dawn.  Two cum-stained
whores ready for whoever wanted them next.  There was another party planned
for next week.  Three blondes, he'd heard.

   The redheard moaned and he remembered his cock buried deep inside her.
He grabbed her hair and jerked her back to look at her face.  The bitch was
into it.  Her cunt was squeezing his cock.  This one knew just what he
liked.  She had been sitting at a bus stop and eyeing him.  He did what any
red-blooded black man would do and pulled his car over and overed her a
ride.  The bitch had agreed.  He asked where she was going and she simply
put a well-manicured hand on his crotch and told him, "Somewhere you can
fuck me."

   She was panting as she looked up at him.  "Fuck me...." she gasped.

   "Dirty fucking bitch." Keello grinned again and shoved her face away. 
He pulled back and slammed into her again.  This time he didn't stop.  He
pounded his cock into her soft, white cunt, gaving her ass a good slap now
and again.  They all liked that.  He thought of one of them who he'd
slapped raw and she still begged to be fucked like a slut.  The worse he'd
treated that bitch, the more she liked it.  The bed was shaking as he sped
up his thrusts and heard the pleasurable cries from the redheaded slut.

   "Uuuuuuhhhh...." she gasped, gripping the bed as he pummeled her.  "I
love it.  I love it.  I love it."

   "Sure, bitch." he told her and pulled out.  He shoved her onto her back
and immediately slapped her legs open.  Keello was sliding back into the
bitch in a second.  He pushed her hands over her head and pinned them down.
Keello looked down at her.  Her green eyes stared back.  He saw the
adoration in them.  She really was fucking into this.  He didn't use
condoms.  It felt wrong.  Besides, it was fair for all the shit he'd taken
from white assholes all his life.  So, a few white sluts get knocked up? 
Fuck `em.  They want to play, they get to pay.  Just like those two
sisters. The amount of cum they took, those bitches had to be knocked up.
Good luck finding out who was Daddy, bitches.  Looking at the redhead he
slammed his cock into her and held it there, watching the joy that crossed
her face.  She was smiling, her eyes closed as he felt her legs wrapping
around him.  This bitch was just another white whore.  And she wanted to
play....

   Keello rammed into her, pushing his cock all the way into her.  "TAKE
IT, BITCH!" he yelled.

   "Uuuuhh...."

   "Dirty.  Fuckin'.  White.  Whore...."

   "Uuugghhh..."

   BUNG!  BUNG!  BUNG!  The bed was battering off the wall as he lifted his
head and put all his energy into forcing every inch of his cock into that
hungry cunt.  The pleasure was building in him as he fucked her.  Keello
let her hands go and grabbed her hair then pushed his face to hers.  "You
like that, whore!" he gasped, staring deep into her eyes.  "I own your
white cunt!"

   "Ooohh...."

   "All fuckin' mine!"

   "OOOOHHHH...."

   "Yeahhhhh...." he grinned.

   The redhead closed her eyes.  "AAAAAHHHHHHh!!!!" she cried out, locking
her legs and arms around him.  Keello grinned as he felt the juices
flooding the cunt around his cock.  "AAAAHHH-AAHH!!!" The redhead panted as
her whole body trembled.  The bitch cumming!  He carried on fucking her her
cunt.

   "Black man did that, bitch." he told her as he felt nails dig into his
back.  "FUCKIN' BLACK MAN!"

   "Yhhh...  aahhhh...." she opened her eyes and looked into his. 
"Yeahhh....  Yeahhhs...  Yeesssss!!!"

   It was time.  Keello plunged his cock into her one last time and held
his position.  He felt the explosion of pleasure in his balls then the
glorious feeling of his thick, hot cum filling that freshly-fucked white
fuckhole.  "YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" he roared as he filled her with his potent
black seed and her nails claw at his skin.  His loins bucked as he emptied
his balls into the slut.  Keello fell onto her, gasping as he stayed inside
her to make sure any last drop was inside her.  Another one for the black
man, he thought and rolled off her.  "Oooooh, yeah." he smiled and then
felt something strange.  His muscles felt like they were tightening.  "What
th..." he started but found his mouth had seemed to stop working.  He
looked towards the redhead with his eyes and saw her lazily rolling over
before she sat up.  "HHHHH!" he cried.  Even his tongue had stopped.  What
the fuck was this?

   The redhead looked back at him and gently patted his stomach.  "That was
great." she said.  "So satisfying."

   He looked as she lay next to him and saw the smile on her lips.  Keello
felt her hand on his cock.

   "That was an orgasm and a half, lover." she smiled and slowly worked her
hand up and own his limp length.

   "HAAT HEE UUK UU UUOO!" he gasped.  The redhead ran her palm up and down
the cock.  She smiled, looking at his body.  "HAAT HEE UKK HUU HOO,
HHICH!!!"

   "You fucked me so good," she said and slid down.  He felt her lips on
his cock.  Slowly she sucked him into her mouth and went to work on it,
squeezing his balls as she did so.

   "UKKIIHH IICH!!!"

   He felt his cock start to harden as the redhead sucked then stroked and
pumped his cock.  "Mmmh," he heard her and felt a finger run from his
asshole to his ball-sack.  She slowly eased the foreskin back and plunged
her lips back down his shaft.  The bitch had somehow paralysed him and now
was getting him hard again.  He soon was rock hard and saw her standing up.
"Very nice." she said and walked away from the bed.  When he could he would
kill the bitch.  He tried to move his legs but found them solid.  Every
muscle seemed to have frozen.  White fucking slut would die for this!  Die!

   She appeared in his sight again, leaning over and kissing him on the
lips.  "You really were the most wonderful fuck." she smiled and stood up.
He saw the needle in her hand.  "HHHHHUUUUUU!!!" he yelled and tried to
move but again failed.  She vanished from his sight again.  "AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
he yelled out as he felt a hand on his hard cock.

   "Just about...." he heard and felt the tiny prick on his skin next to
the base of his cock.  The cunt was going to fucking die and die bad for
this!  She was on the edge of his vision, sitting up it seemed and he felt
her hand working his cock, getting him that bit harder.

   "HHHHHHUUUUUUUUU!!!!!" he cried out as the pain exploded across his
crotch.  A deep, hot burning feeling.  "HHHHHHHH!!!" he screamed through a
locked mouth.  His cock was on fucking fire!  The tears were streaming down
his face as he tried to move and couldn't.

   "Now." he heard her say and felt snap against his cock twice.  "Oh, good
and hard."

   HHH!  HHH!  HHH!  HHH!  HHH!" he cried.  Bitch, fucking, fucking BITCH!

   "Nice, and easy." he heard her say and felt the white heat of more pain
under his balls.....





   Corrine Allen's Apartment.  Kacey's room.  Evening.



   It was so juvenile.  Kacey had the whole apartment to herself.  Danielle
had taken Corrine out after she'd found out how angry she was on being told
the man responsible for stealing from the R & D fund had gone missing.  It
seems he'd sent the money through so many off-shore accounts there was no
chance of getting it back again.  But what was juvenile was Kacey had went
into Corrine and Danielle's bedroom and got one of those DVDs she'd found
months earlier.  Corrine had thought she'd hidden them before Kacey had
arrived.  She could have simply ordered one over the internet, she had her
own computer, but had fet so confused as she looked at all the titles and
pictures.  The credit card had been put back in the drawer.  Besides what
it someone found out she had ordered porn?  What would they think?  She
could remember the sight of Danielle kissing and touching Corrine.  How
could she take down six goons without a thought but the idea of going out
and being social just scared her?  Thank you, Alison, she thought.  All
those years hiding away and `saving' the city and it's people and it had
cost Kacey a real life.  Fuck, she felt so damn horny.

   She looked at the cover.  `OFFICE GIRLS 3'.  Turning it over she looked
at the pictures.  The all-female cast were kissing and touching.  She felt
the tingle between her legs and swallowed as she took out the disc and
slipped it into the TV's DVD slot.  The menu came up and Kacey bit her lips
as the tingle got stronger.  She undid the button and zipper of her denims
and slid a hand down into her white panties.  Kacey felt her eager pussy
lips as she selected the first scene and pressed play.....



   An apartment.  Evening.

   The redhead had a smile across her face as she walked into her
apartment. The spacious conversion had cost enough and it had been designed
by herself personally.  A girl needed her comfort, didn't she?  She locked
the door and walked into the bathroom.  Stripping down quickly she threw
her cream coloured dress onto the laundry basket and put the large purse in
the sink.  The dress would get dry cleaned in the morning.  That was one of
the rules.  Clean the clothes if there's no blood.  If there was she'd burn
it on the wide balcony.  The bag would get burned in time.  But not yet.

   She had her prize.  That would do for a couple of weeks then she would
feel the need to go out on the hunt again.  It had taken less than a week
to find this one.  She could almost feel the young thug still inside her.
His thick, black cock throbbing as it rammed in and out.  God, it had felt
so good.  She stepped into the shower and turned the water on.  Turning her
face up into the spray she moaned as she ran her hands over her breasts and
squeezed them gently.

   Yes, it had been good hunt...
   THE END.