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This, is a story about Faye Damron. A very gorgeous 25 year old woman standing at 5'4" tall, weighing 120lbs, with a nice, petite body frame. She has blonde hair that reaches her shoulders, and eyes an incredibly light shade of blue. If her flawless white skin, or nice, perky 36D breasts didn't draw you in, her eyes would, if they locked onto yours. Her ass was nice and round, and managed to always catch at least one poor man's attention when she went out.
Faye lived in a small country town, and worked as a receptionist at a small motel. She'd lived here all her life, and as she grew up, her body filled out rather nicely. It must have, because she was constantly being hit on by the locals she'd grown up with. This was the reason she grew up to have that, "independent woman" attitude.
One night, Faye was in her bed with her laptop, typing up her little stories she liked to write on occasion. She had just gotten off the phone with her boyfriend, Ryan, not too long ago. They'd been dating for about a year, and she had been arranging to move in with him in New York, as soon as he got out of that cramped apartment of his. Merely at the thought, she rolled her eyes. She paused her typing for a moment as her e-mail, which was minimized, let off a ding.
Pulling it up, she saw one new message, from someone named Adrian Roberts. "Who is that..." she wondered, "I haven't given this e-mail out to anyone, except for when I applied at the motel." Opening the email, it read:
"Hello Faye. In just a minute, you will be receiving a phone call. I won't take up much of your time, and I promise you won't regret it."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Riiiight..." she said, "Like I'd even answer a call from a complete-" she noticed an attachment to the e-mail. A sound file, and a small one at that. "stranger..." Unable to help herself, she clicked the file. After the e-mail scanned for a virus and found it clean, it automatically opened. A soft flute played a few notes, and a voice came up at the end. "Thank you for listening." The file closed on its own, and she blinked, just as the phone started to ring. Immediately, she picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said, her voice soft, almost at a whisper.
"Good evening, Faye. This is Adrian Roberts. I would like to make an offer for you." His voice was deep, but very smooth, very soothing. She couldn't help but blush, thinking immediately about how Ryan's voice was so much higher, something she hated about him. "What makes you think I'll even listen to anything a total stranger would want to say to me?" she asked, though her tone screamed with curiosity.
"You picked up, didn't you?" He said, and she could tell there was a grin at the other end. She blushed deeper, the corners of her mouth twitching as well.
She coughed once, her expression forced to a straight face. "Alright, I'm listening..." she said, her other hand reaching to her hair, twisting a few strands over her finger.
"You have a gorgeous body, I'm sure we both know this, as well as many other men do in town. We both also know that you hate the fact that there are so many eyes on you because of it. Am I wrong?"
She blinked, and then the blush got deeper still. The locals did hit on her, a lot. They teased her about how she had that "feller in the city", and how she needed someone who could "treat her proper". She may hate that Ryan's voice was so high for a guys voice, but she was so thankful he didn't have that horrible country accent everyone around here had. She realized she'd gone silent, and coughed softly. "W-well yeah...that's right. What's your point?" she asked, still twirling her hair with her finger.
