So, three months had passed since my "encounter" with Suzy, the hot girl in the apartment complex I managed who was often delinquent with her rent check. I know it's awful, but I'd been hoping like crazy she'd run into similar financial trouble the next month, so that she'd be forced to pay me some, er, alternative way, but no dice. She'd been paying her rent on time, and the few times we passed each other entering or lea...

If you have read some of my other stories, then you'll know I am an office temp and I work in Brighton on the South coast of England. I am no stranger to adventure and some of my adventures have been pretty strange! Anyway, the story I wanted to tell you about today relates to the day I decided to buy a car. It struck me that I might have more jobs available to me if I didn't have to rely on public transport to get me to...

“Stan?!” cried Lucia. Her mind began to race. What was he doing here? Of all the people to run into, why him? The only way it could have been worse was if Stan’s sister Terri was here. Oh, how she loathed Terri. Terri was a total slut, whoring herself out to get guys’ attention in high school. And she had always suspected she had stolen her boyfriend from her. Not that she would have still been with that loser now, but it...

A few years ago, I was stuck in what I saw as a dead-end job managing a sort of dingy apartment complex in the LA area. I'd gone out there ostensibly to pursue screenwriting, and this job was my "job till I hit it big." Of course, after a few years of not hitting it big, it was just my job - and I was too much of a wuss to admit I should pack it in and move back home. As the complex's manager, I had one of the better apar...

Mrs. Sandra Michaels, one of the Camp Blue water supervisors, had arranged to meet with two of the Health and Physical education teachers. She was going to meet with Mr. Steven Black and Miss Jane Shapely after the students had eaten dinner while the schoolgirls showered before bed. They were planning to go over the plans for the sailing class to be held the next day at the camp. Sandra was looking to see that the schoolg...

"So dickweed, you and what's her name make it yet?" Frank asked. Alan said nothing and kept reading his French assignment. Frank persisted, "how about it? You finally get to slip that pitiful little excuse for a cock to her?"Alan's brow furrowed and his lips pursed, "Shut up." He muttered, turning the page before he'd finished reading it. "What's the matter? Can't find it without a microscope? Or you just can't get it up...

Jasmine liked her job for the most part. She worked with disabled adults and though it could be difficult, she enjoyed it. It did require long hours at times, and could be both physically and mentally draining, but at that point in her life there was nothing else that she wanted to be doing. One of the best parts of her job was her boss, Dan. Dan was a very nice guy and treated all of his employees with courtesy and respe...

This an original story. Please remember that this story is fake and is only meant to satisfy readers, not to inspire readers to take the actions in the story. I put together random first and last names in the story so do not get offended if your name or someone you know name is the same. Kaylyn may be mentioned butit's suppose to be Kaydra. Enjoy Let me get started by describing her. Kaydra is 5'5, has a little above aver...

Vixen’s elderly World History teacher was Professor Ivan G. Wainmoor who had a Ph.D. from a Midwestern college that no longer existed and was the long-time head of the history department as well as a respected member of the faculty council. He had been at Seaside for more than twenty years and could do almost all of his lectures from memory. He gave the same exams year after year, and any student who did not acquire a cop...

They met in the local coffee shop on that fateful Friday morning on their way to work. She ordered an ice latte with four sugars and he piped up, ''you're too sweet for all those sugars.'' After exchanging smiles and polite chatter he asked for her number and they parted to go their separate ways. He immediately sent her a text, ''meet me for drinks tonight @ 8 @ Viva.'' She replied ''Maybe.'' He was at the bar; in his wo...

My name is Denise. I'm sixteen with black hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. About six months ago, I accepted a friend request on Facebook from a guy named Deacon McSwayne. He was seventeen, 6'2, blonde, and very buff. I thought he was so attractive that I accepted his request and started talking to him through messenger. We had a lot in common and the conversation quickly turned sexual, ending in us trading pics. I sent...