Day 1
Normally when someone sets themselves a challenge, and keeps a diary of how they're working towards it, their challenge is something like running a marathon, or losing weight, or planning a big event.
Not me. My challenge is different. I've given myself 30 days to fuck my boss's wife.
I'm Cara. I'm 23, I'm bi, I have pale skin and dark hair and a petite 5'2 body. I have exactly one tattoo, but it's a pretty great one: a branch of roses inked in black on my pale shoulders and down my back. I have one piercing, a nose ring, and that's it.
That's enough for now. You'll be learning a LOT more about me over our 30 days. And don't worry -- if you're the kind of reader who skips ahead to the naked stuff, I get naked in like two pages' time. Promise.
So today my boss brought his wife, Alyson, into the office.
We're only a small team and my boss, Chris, likes to keep things informal, "like a family" as he says all the time. So, when a new person starts, his wife comes by to introduce herself.
The new person is me. I've only been at this company a couple of weeks. My job is...well, it's something to do with analyzing data and it's way too boring to describe in any more detail.
Alyson -- "Call me Aly!", she insists -- is the kind of woman I can best describe as obviously marriage material. She's a little taller than me, 5'4 perhaps. Curly light brown hair falling down into ringlets. Green eyes. A few cute little freckles. She's wearing a subtle floral print dress and a pair of sneakers.
And she's really attractive. Not in a cold, sharp, supermodel way, but in a warm, inviting way. She smiles a lot. You want to be her friend, because you know immediately she'd be a brilliant friend. You want to visit her house, because you know it's homely and comfortable and well-decorated. She'd look equally great in a ballgown or a pair of ripped jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Make-up or no make-up. Hair done or undone. You get the idea. Marriage material.
I'll be honest. The moment I saw her my heart flipped over. I knew. I just knew. I would find a way to be with her. I had to. All I cared about from that moment was finding a way to get this perfect woman into my bed and between my legs.
"And this is Cara," my boss said, introducing me. The rest of our team was standing round, waiting for their turn to chat with Alyson. Probably everyone in my office, male and female, had a crush on her.
I shook Aly's hand and smiled. "I love your dress," I said.
She beamed. "Thank you! It's great to meet you. You've already made such a big impression on Chris." She leaned in and did a stage whisper for everyone to hear. "I think you're his favorite." A few people laughed. Just wait, I thought.
Thankfully I didn't have to say any more because Chris produced a bottle of wine from somewhere and then everyone started chatting and I managed to keep a fairly low profile. Aly stayed for about an hour, laughing and joking as if these were all her best friends, and I watched her, my mind racing.
Would she ever cheat on her husband? Had she ever been with another woman? What if the answer to both those questions was yes but she'd never touch one of his employees? What if the moment she figured out I wanted her, she told Chris and I got fired?
But I was drunk on the idea, so overwhelmed by it that I had to avoid making eye contact in case the whole plan came spilling out of me.
On my journey home I made the rules for my challenge. They're VERY specific.
Rule Number 1:
