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Chapter 1.
Jennifer Brown loved sex. Loved it. She would wake up each and every morning feeling sensuous and aroused, step into the shower and immediately aim the showerhead stream between her thighs for a quick release. She'd drive to work each morning thinking about being fucked roughly from behind by the burly road worker she'd just passed. She'd drive home from work each evening imagining being seduced on the tea room table by the handsome manager visiting from head office. And when she climbed back between the sheets at night it was with an erotic novel and a gently vibrating dildo for company.
But here was the thing. In spite of her unrelievedly raunchy inner life, Jennifer was a virgin.
She worked as a secretary for a small backwater accounting firm, she didn't know many people outside the office, and there was no one in her circle of acquaintances who would ever in a blue fit have guessed the nature of the thoughts that were constantly parading through the mind of the mousy, bespectacled, slightly dumpy young woman behind the front desk.
In her fantasies she was the mistress of the seductive eyebrow lift, and the queen of the flirtatiously witty remark. In reality, even a hint of romantic interest from a member of the opposite sex triggered flaming cheeks and a hopelessly tangled tongue.
She wasn't especially lonely, she enjoyed her own company, but her unsatisfied libido tormented her relentlessly. And it was getting worse.
Just recently she had started to toy with a possible answer to her impossible problem. She absolutely could not communicate her desire for sex to anyone who knew her. She knew she was incapable of flirtation at a bar or bus stop. So what about sex with stranger? A paid stranger. Where the whole transaction could be reduced to a business exchange. Men did it all the time, didn't they?
She began to linger over the last pages of the newspaper, where the sex ads were listed. Busty girls, size 10, new, gorgeous, happy ending... The postings catered almost exclusively to the heterosexual male. Briefly, she considered calling the number on one of these ads. She was open minded, and it was rather delicious to imagine a slender dark-haired girl on her door step. She could draw the girl inside, touch her face, trace over the curve of her breasts, gently lift the hem of her skirt... But no. It was a very pleasant fantasy, but at their core her desires did not gravitate toward women. What she really wanted was a man. A sensuous, aggressive, erotic encounter in the power of a strong and virile man.
