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  I gasp and feel the inside of my vagina grip his dick before releasing with my orgasm. After I come, Jack turns me around and bends me over his desk as he reinserts his hungry cock.

  I feel Jack's hands firmly press on the small of my back while his cock continues to ride deep and strong, in and out of my pussy. I feel the warmth of his semen greet the flesh on my ass. The stranger collapses on me.

  The two of us put ourselves back together.

  "I'm so glad you got to see where I work, Callie."

  "I didn't really see much," I say, smiling.

  "If you come back again, I’ll show you the rest of my office. I still have hours to go before I can go home for the night. I hate to have you leave so quickly.”

  My heart dives and I feel angry that Jack is kicking me out. I can’t help but feel somewhat used.

  I begin to realize that our relationship is probably heading nowhere, fast. I swallowed my pride and whisper, "Goodnight Jack.”

  I’m not so sure that I’ll ever be going to my Thursday night yoga class again.

  The Recovery

  The days of the week came and went with surges of anger and disappointment, with occasion feeling of hope. I was really into Jack but the purely sexual nature of our relationship is starting to leave me feeling resentful.

  Sure, he’s the hottest guy I’ve ever been with- by far. But I also want candlelight dinners, romantic movies, and starlight strolls along the beach. I’m terrified to think about going on Thursday night, but just as terrified at the thought of not going.

  It’s Thursday. I make the call at noon to Lyndsey to announce to her that I won’t be joining her at yoga class.

  “I feel awful. This whole thing is my fault,” she says. “The least I can do is stop by with some take-out food after class tonight.”

  The day rolls along. I watch the clock with hesitation and my belly tightens as it approaches 7:00.

  Is he in the class? Does he wonder where I am? Is he there flirting it up with another girl?

  I try to distract myself with a phone call to my brother but he isn't home so I resort to re-runs of Sex in the City. It hardly works as a distraction but I feel comforted by the stories of the characters and feel like we share in a sisterhood.

  It’s 8:55 pm and the doorbell rings.

  Lyndsey! I’m starving as I jump off my couch to let Lyndsey in. When I open the door, I see Lyndsey silhouetted in Jack's shadow.

  "I hope you don't mind if I join you, Callie. I love Thai food and I picked up Ben and Jerry's for dessert. Lyndsey told me that it was your favorite."

  I feel sixty percent euphoric to see Jack, and forty percent horrified by my appearance and my messy apartment. I’m wearing an old, oversized Red Sox t-shirt and black capri leggings with a hole in them. My apartment reeks of heart break with a sink full of dishes, makeup splayed all over my bathroom, and cheesy girlie magazines on top of my couch.

  I was all set for my date with Lyndsey, but definitely not ready for anything with Jack tonight.

  I step back as they enter my apartment and Lyndsey sets down the food and kisses my cheek.

  “I gotta run girl. I’ll leave you two alone,” she winks at me.

  No! I’m not ready to be left alone!

  But it’s too late. Lyndsey and Jack exchange good-byes and before I can say ice cream she’s gone.

  "So, are you hungry?" asks Jack.

  "Oh, um yeah, are you?"

  "I'm starving! Ms. Liz had us working hard in class tonight.”

  "Sounds like I missed a good class."

  “It would have been a better class… with you in it,” he says.

  I flush all over.

  Jack leans over and puts his lips on mine. As he massages my ass with one hand, his other hand is free to explore under my t-shirt, fondling my breasts like only he knows how.

  As good as it feels, I want a date and not just more sex.

  "Jack, maybe we could eat first and spend sometime in my bedroom later."

  "Callie, my dick is so hard and hungry, I can't tell it to wait."

  Jack takes down his shorts and out pops his erection. He then lowers my head to his shaft and I can't resist sucking his member. To make matters even hotter, he sucks his finger and then gently flicks my clitoris with his wet digit.

  I keep telling myself to stop, that I should just kick him out of my apartment forever, but my body is telling me otherwise.

  My mouth is full of his sweaty and sweet flavor as my pussy becomes increasingly wet. Every inch of my flesh feels ignited by Jack as he pushes me to my knees, grabs my hair, and rams his penis into my vagina.

  After only a few thrusts, my body quivers as I come while he grabs my hips and holds my ass close to him.

  He enjoys my climax and then he pulls out and starts to jerk his shaft above my lips. He graces my lips with his hard penis and then releases his cum all over my erect nipples. He grabs my tits and rubs his semen delicately over my body.

  "Nothing is going to taste as good as this, Callie" and he puts his semen-covered finger on my lips, "but I guess we should eat our food before it gets too cold."

  "It's already cold. I'm going to take a quick shower before we eat." I’m determined to make myself more presentable, although my appearance didn’t seem to get in the way of much up to this point.

  "Do you mind if I join you?"

  "Um, no. It's fine."

  I start to run the shower. I quickly grab the hair of off the drain and chuck my razor that still carries stubbles in it from my morning shave. I’m not sure if I’m even ready for this but I press forward.

  Before I can even let Jack know that the shower is all set, he comes up behind me and kisses my neck.

  Ahhhhhh. Chills ravage the back of my neck.

  He steps into the shower and extends his hand so that I can join him. He releases the shower head and sprays my hair and back.

  Then he picks up my shampoo and pours some into his hand. I can’t get over how good it feels to have him wash my hair. As he rinses the shampoo out of my hair, his touch is so tender… so nurturing.

  I begin to think that maybe there is more to our relationship than just hot sex. The bathroom mirror is foggy from the shower but I can still make out our silhouettes in the reflection- and I have to admit that I the image of our two bodies in my bathroom together.

  As we dry off and settle in for some cheesy t.v. shows and take-out food, Jack’s paiger suddenly goes off.

  “I gotta go,” he says. For the first time since I’ve met him I see a look of disappointment in his eyes.

  Is he falling for me in the same way that I’m falling for him?

  I feel so disappointed that he has to go. But I’m also nervous about how quickly I’m becoming attached to this strange man. I’m addicted to the feeling of having him in my space. I just want to curl up with him in my bed and nuzzle my head on his chest.

  "Goodnight, Cal’s,” he says as he plants a kiss on my lips.

  "Goodnight, Jack."

  Nothing to Lose

  I awake on Friday morning and immediately check my phone for some sign of life in my relationship with Jack. No texts, voicemails, emails... Nothing. I so desperately want to think that things between us are real, not just sex. Especially after Thursday night.

  But Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday all came and went with no contact from him. I didn't reach out to him either but I really feel like the ball’s in his court. I was just some girl he encountered in yoga class, and he is a powerful lawyer and one of the sexiest men alive.

  Lyndsey arrives to pick me up at 6:30 for yoga and I can hardly get myself in her car. The anticipation is driving me insane. Of course I want him to be in class tonight, but another part of me is so afraid of getting hurt.

  We arrive in the lot and there’s no sign of Jack's car. I shuffle into the studio and pretend to engage in class but my mind is somewhere else.

  Where could he be? Why isn’t he here?

  Aft
er class Lyndsey convinces me to grab a piece of pizza with her.

  As crazy as it seems, I actually convince Lyndsey to swing by Jack’s office on the way to the pizza place.

  As we turn onto Mainland Ave, I feel a lump in my throat and my eyes start to well with tears. My head is spinning about the possibilities of what I might find.

  What if Jack was sexing it up with another girl in his office? What if he sees me and is upset that I'm stalking him?

  We arrive in front of his building, and I can see a dim light coming from his office window.

  "Come on Callie, let's go. Don't go up there," Lyndsey says as I reach to open the car door.

  I know I should listen to her but I feel like I have nothing to lose.

  This is my chance to take more chances in life.

  I look hesitantly at Lyndsey and open her car door.

  “I’ll be fine. Please don’t wait for me,” I say.

  “Call me later. I want to make sure that you’re okay,” she says, reluctant but always willing to support me.

  I take a deep breath, shut the car door and walk with all the courage I can muster to the main office entrance. I press the buzzer. I’m surprised as the door immediately opens. As the elevator door slides open, Jack is already holding his office door open, as if he’s been expecting me.

  My heart is pounding like a hundred drums. He looks even more gorgeous than the last time I set eyes on him.

  "Hi Callie," he says as he places a kiss on my cheek and wraps his arms around my waist. My body surenders into Jack's embrace as he pulls me into him by my backside starts to kiss me.

  I can feel his hardening penis on my crotch through my clothes. I’m instantly turned on but equally resentful by his assumption that I’m his to command whenever he sees me.

  "Jack," I interrupt. "Stop."

  "What's the matter, babe?"

  "This doesn't work for me."

  "What doesn't work for you?" Jack says, with his hands still on my backside and an eagerness in his breath.

  I step further back and away from his reach.

  "This casual weekly encounter is not what I'm looking for. You're powerful and attractive and I fell under your spell but I'm not happy continuing this way. I really like you and would like to get to know more of you. I know your Thursday nights but I want to be part of your Saturday nights, and Sunday mornings and the spaces in between the days of the week. And you’re probably going to think that I’m just some emotional, needy messs.”

  "Callie, I don't think that at all and I'm sorry that I haven't been able to make myself more available to you. The truth is I haven’t stopped thinking about you… not even for a moment,” he says, offering a warm smile that only he can offer.

  “Running my company has been taking a lot out of me. But I’m not going to let that get in the way of you and me anymore. Give me another chance.”

  My heart fills with joys at his every word.

  “Let me make it up to you- tomorrow night. How about dinner and a movie, and then maybe you could spend the night at my place?”

  I reach into kiss his soft lips. I’m finally a believer- he really does care. And I’ve never felt happier. I embrace Jack and he holds me firmly while his tender lips caress mine. I surrender to the unknown of our relationship with confidence for the first time....

  THE END

  Lured

  By Rachel Masters

  2012 Rachel Masters. All rights reserved.

  Amy’s best friend, Trisha, tried to warn her from the very beginning.

  “We don’t even know these guys Amy. I really think we should just stay at the club,” said Trisha.

  “Relax Trish, we’re on spring break. What’s the point of coming all the way to Cancun if we can’t even go home with these guys? C’mon Trish, these guys are so gorgeous.” She moved to the music as she spoke, more interested in the two awaiting fraternity guys in the corner of the club.

  Amy had been so wound up lately. Between taking six classes, finishing up her senior thesis project, and juggling a part-time job shuttling jugs of beer at one of Texas State’s main hangouts, she’d been looking forward to this night for a long time.

  Trisha shook her head. “I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” She chewed on her thumbnail as she looked over at the two men.

  The leader of the two men, Joe, walked over to both girls. He had beautiful skin, perfect hair, and huge biceps. He wore a white button-down shirt, un-tucked from his khakis- perfect attire for the outdoor cabana. He was just the type of man that Amy had hoped to mess around with on her vacation.

  Pink’s “Blow Me One Last Kiss” pulsated in the background as he walked towards the two women. Even to the girls, it was clear that he was coming in for Amy.

  “What do you say girls? Are you up for an after party or what?” He looked at Amy, the obvious weak link out of the two of them.

  “Give us one minute,” Amy threw Joe a devilish grin. “Uno momento.” She raised her index finger towards the handsome frat guy’s face. She reached for the stranger’s hand and then quickly pulled away to work out a deal with her friend. He smiled back, letting his eyes drift towards her breasts for a brief second.

  “Come here Trish, we need to talk,” The alcohol made Amy’s voice sound almost unrecognizable, even to her college roommate. The two girls walked to the back of the club. Both men stood patiently, watching the girls carefully from a distance.

  “We’re not going.” Trisha got in Amy’s face. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

  “Don’t be so uptight. You promised you wouldn’t be such a prude.” Amy paused to sip from her sixth straight margarita. “I wouldn’t have come with you if I knew you were going to act like this.”

  “Don’t get all pissy at me. You’re totally wasted and you know it. I can’t help it if I don’t feel safe leaving some random fucking club with two total strangers in the middle of Mexico,” Trisha said.

  “And I can’t help it if I want to have some fun for once. I guess I’ll go by myself.” Amy pressed her lips together, refusing to budge.

  And she did just that as she turned and walked towards the two men. She stopped for the smallest moment as the bass pumped through her alcohol-drenched body. She wasn’t even sure why she stopped, but she never looked back at her best friend. The two fraternity brothers wrapped their arms around her body and escorted her out of the club.

  “What happened to your friend,” Joe said with a wry grin.

  “Who knows? She’s being a prude.” Amy shook her head.

  But as the music from the club grew more and more distant, the streets of Cancun began to lose their tourist-friendly glare. And Amy began to get a strange feeling in her stomach.

  “Just a little longer to the car,” the handsome stranger said as he guided Amy into an alley. By now all signs of people, music, and Trisha had vanished. The alcohol began to take its toll on her as the alley walls spun wildly around her. She vaguely remembered the strangers offering her one margarita after another, and she vaguely remembered Trisha refusing to accept their drinks. But then again Amy was determined to make this night fun from the get go.

  Only now the sky above her was spinning faster by the second. She felt like the alley walls were closing in on her as her head grew heavier and heavier. The last thing she remembered before losing total consciousness was the two strangers laughing at her right before she passed out; as out of it as she felt, the image of the two fraternity men’s faces burned a hole in her brain. She felt a wave of terror rip through her poisoned body as she realized what had just happened to her.

  I’ve been drugged.

  * * *

  She awoke to a throbbing head and bright lights blinding her from above.

  Where the fuck am I?

  As the fog lifted slightly from her brain, terror began to grip her body. Shock set in as the cold chains pressed against her wrists. I’ve been kidnapped, she thought.

  She fought with
all her might to break loose. But the harder she pulled, the tighter the chains around her wrists had become. And the more she regained consciousness, the more she realized just how much trouble she had gotten herself into.

  She tried to scream, but her mouth had been gagged with a cloth.

  Where am I? She thought for sure she was going to die- right here, wherever she was. She attempted to make a run for it but instead she fell hard on the wooden floor beneath her- her feet had been bound by chains as well.

  As she hit the floor, she could hear laughter coming from just slightly below her.

  “Get up, sweetheart,” a familiar voice grabbed her by the waist and sat her back in the chair that she started in. Amy recognized the man’s voice; it was the same cute guy that her friend warned her not to leave the club with. Joe, or whatever his name really is.

  The laughter faded out as Amy regained her posture in the chair, bound at all limbs and gagged at the mouth. Her eyes had begun to adjust to the lights and she could make out several male figures seated quietly in the shadows in front of her. Their eyes wandered about to her left and to her right. And directly at her. She looked to her side and saw multiple women seated, just like her, gagged and bound just like her. There she was, up on a stage with six or seven other women.

  Amy noticed the two men who had abducted her moving around the room, bouncing from one audience member to another. A bright light shined directly on Amy’s beautiful body. She fought hard with both eyes to cut through the light and try to figure out what the hell was going on.

  “Tonight’s special prize is the very lovely Amy. She’s a beautiful, sexy college girl who came all the way here to have a little fun. And gentlemen, I’d say she looks like a lot of fun to me,” Joe said, gesturing to Amy. She could almost make out all of the men by now. Most of them were in business suits, some were American. But all of their heads nodded in approval of the beautiful college senior that was chained up and gagged on the stage.

  “We’ll start the bidding at fifty thousand,” said Joe. A hand went up instantly.