By Jane Emery
Copyright 2016 Jane Emery
Distributed by Smashwords
"Why the fuck do I keep doing this?" she asks herself every
time she takes a seat. Her name is Martina but everyone calls her
Marty. She sits in a coffee shop waiting for one of her clients to
show up. It's one of her newer guys this time and she's a little
I top you off Marty?" says the barista as she notices Marty
staring off into the distance with an empty cup in her hand. They
have come to know her here; she's become a regular at the shop her
friend works at, and now they all look out for her.
starts to reflect back to a year ago, sitting at this same table with
Tina while she was on break. That was when she heard about selling
her panties to buyers.
the hell are you talking about?" Marty flinched at the thought.
I had to do it when I was waiting to get this job," Tina told
her, "When money is tight you at least know you can make
ninety-eight bucks off a pair of two dollar undies."
much of a profit would help Marty and her family through these tough
financial times. Things have been going down for the soup plant her
husband works at. There have been mass layoffs and pay cuts going on
for months. Tom, her husband even had to switch to the graveyard
shift just to keep his pay rate. Selling a two dollar pair of panties
could help them out immensely.
just post a nice picture of yourself on Graigslist and you'd be
surprised at how many responses you'll get." Tina knows her
friend Marty is a fox, back in school she was always sought after and
had her pick of the guys. With her looks and sexy body, she should
have them messaging her all the time. "If you want to make more
on them you just play with yourself a little and get them smelling
like sex, you can add on another hundred bucks."
thought pops into Marty's head; she and her husband haven't been
having the best sex life lately, not since the hard times began. She
looks back at how she has been playing with herself anyway, missing
the erotic touch of her husband. "This could really help my
family out," she sounds like she's coming around to the idea.
me put your mind at ease," Tina said to her, "ninety-five
percent of your customers are going to be either old men wanting
something from a younger woman or comic book and video game nerds who
will never get a girl. But a pair of a gorgeous woman's cum soaked
undies is enough for them to jerk it to for a while, until they're
ready for a new pair."
would be the other five percent," Tina told her, "and they
end up being the middle age men with a child molester mustache. Such
a creepy look, they try to look like a twenty something but actually
resemble a pedophile."
of course they'll want sex; why else do they want your skivvies? But
none of them are ever brave enough to talk to a woman so they won't
ask you when you come to make the delivery." Marty looks at her
friend's face reflect on a thought of joy.
so there was this one time, such a hunk. I couldn't believe he was
asking to buy my underwear. Then again, it takes all kinds."
You did it? You never told me that. How much did he give you for it?"
thousand bucks, but I would've done it for free, he was that fucken
won't lie; Danny hasn't given me a good riding since all this shit
started at work." She longs for the touch of a man and his stiff
pleasure tool inside of her. She wants it from her husband but will
take it from someone else right now. She needs to feel wanted, and
not by some role playing gamer who has a crush on his avatar. "Maybe
if I start to help relieve some of the money troubles, Danny will put
his tongue on me again. I'm all in."
her panties has helped her family out, but not enough. Her husband is
still on the late shifts, has even been cut back on hours; and her
son had to stop his guitar lesions. She knows she has to kick her
activity up a notch. There's too many comic book shirt wearing fat
boys with bad skin just wanting panties that are worn. Maybe once a
month she'll get a two hundred dollar order for some soaked in her
sweet juices, but she needs more of those sales.
man she is seeing today is one of them, someone she's sold a pair to
once before. They met in this same café and at this same table. She
wears them to the meeting and when the client arrives she walks off
to the bathroom so she can take them off and hand them over for the
cash. When they last met, he told her of his marriage and how his
wife is a complete prude, but for the sake of his family he can't
leave her. This is a way for him to stay faithful but explore his
thought of his loyalty is endearing, complemented by his tall, thin
frame and face chiseled by Di Vinci; his wife has no clue what she's
missing out on. Marty is nervous because when she touched herself
earlier to fill his order, she secretly thought of him. How his soft
skin would rub against hers, the sensation she would feel upon him
entering her. She has a bit of a lustful crush on him and wants him
to become a regular. What will the conversation be like when he gets
there? She even dressed sexier than she has for clients in the past;
she really wants to make an impression.
walks through the front door and she sees him, a flitter of ecstasy
shoots to her womanhood and she adds a little extra to the already
wet lace panties. A grin comes over her as he makes eye contact, he
can see the blouse she's wearing gives her amazing cleavage and his
face lights up like a kid in a candy store. He takes the seat across
from her, putting his coat into the empty one next to them.
you look amazing," he says with an exhale.
look like a tasty slice yourself, let me get you something." She
stands right up to hand him a cup of java, her plan is for him to see
her sweet ass curved even more by the tightness of her mini skirt,
the brim of her stockings peeking out just enough to let his eye lock
on and stare. "So how have things been since the last time I saw
well," he is still mesmerized by the sexy vision he just saw,
"things are alright, yet still the same."
can see her plan worked, he is still stuck with the image of her
round rump wrapped in chiffon. She has him right where she wants him.
"Well I guess it’s good that things haven't gotten worse."
can say that again," he takes a sip from his coffee, "um, I
knows he has something to say but he's nervous, the tables have
turned and she's elated. The perfect specimen of a man is tongue-tied
and she's the one that tied it. "You can say what you need to, I
won't judge you." She gazes into his icy blue eyes.
at you now, I want something more. What I see of you can't be
appreciated with just mere undergarments."
you not want them," she goes straight to a lost sale, money she
could use more than she cares to admit.
I do, but I want you more right now."
was a bit of a shock. She was hoping he would become a steady
customer willing to drop two hundred bucks a month on her sexy form,
can this be something more? Her heart skips a beat. She knows that
he'll never leave his wife; he made that very clear the first time
they met. What could he be proposing?
don't normally do this but I've been thinking of nothing but you and
your intoxicating smell," he drops his head, "If I give you
more money, can I make love to you?" He covers his face in
don't have to hide from me; I said I wouldn't judge you." She
reaches across the table and pulls one of his hands down from his
embarrassed face, "I can use the money so I say we do it."
She remembers the story Tina told her how she was propositioned by an
incredible stud and she had the night of her life, with Marty looking
for the tender touch of a man this could be the same for her.
you're one hell of a man. And might I add, married or not, I'd have
to be an idiot to pass this opportunity up." She takes a quick
drink from her mug, "So you should go first and get a room in
the motel around the corner and I'll leave a few minutes after and
meet you there. There are some people here that know I have a family,
they may get loose lips so we shouldn't leave together." She
sits and finishes her coffee like she normally would, then stands up
and exits the cafe.
she's walking up to the motel, she can see him heading to a room on
the second floor so she goes straight to it. When she arrives, he has
the door open, waiting for her like a gentleman. Marty can see a
stack of cash sitting on the dresser for her so she picks it up and
sticks it in her pocketbook. She places her purse and coat on the
table and pulls her tight skirt up exposing her panties that she'd
already saturated for him. She grabs them with the tips of her
fingers and slowly pulls them all the way down to her high heels.
With her right foot she flings them at her client and they land
square on his face, "I believe those are yours."
man takes in a deep breath allowing her fragrance to fill his nose,
bringing his serotonin levels to a new high. This time it was
completely different than her going to the restroom and coming back
with the product. He actually got to see her take them off, and when
she stood back up; he looked intently at her thin strip of shaved
pussy hair until the panties on his face blocked his view.
tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it," he says with a
look of putty on his face.
off your clothes; I want to see your body."
is not disappointed. His abdominal muscles are perfect squares framed
in by the slender V shape of his midsection. When he exposed his
manhood, he too was properly trimmed and manicured. His penis was at
the mid-way point of flaccid and erect and he was already bigger than
her husband. She can't wait to feel it inside of her.
her panties already in his possession and her blouse and skirt on the
floor, she walks over to him in her heels with just her leggings and
bra on. She rubs her hands all over his pectoral muscles and over to
his biceps then down to his hands. She raises one up to her perky
breast and places it there as she puts the other hand to her bare
lady flower. As she holds his hand down on her clit, she releases the
one on her nipple and puts her fingers on his. She begins to twist it
and he does hers as she gently licks his coffee flavored lips.
their bodies are pressed against each other she can feel the thick
hardness of his staff. She moves her hand to take control of it; once
she has it, she slides it along her sensitive female lips. The
ripples of his shaft bump over her sensitivities as he slides it back
and forth, wetness leaking out of her with every brush. He grabs her
under her round butt cheeks and lifts her up with his strong arms.
She keeps control of his member and as she rises higher she is able
to slip him inside of her.
cock is so big, I love it." She wasn't ready for someone of his
size so he didn't enter all the way at first.
gonna need to get that tight pussy wet." He lays her down on the
bed and lubes her up with his tongue, making sure to pay special
attention to her candy hole.
yeah, that feels so good." She grabs the sheets and lets out a
sticks a finger into her back door hole as he tongue fucks her sugar
walls. He can feel her pussy tighten around his mouth member and
taste her sweet nectar flow down the back of his throat. "Yummy,"
he says licking his lips.
my turn to give you head." She wants to make sure his meaty rock
will be properly ready. She puts as much of the large prick in her
mouth as possible, wanting to get a taste of his machismo. What parts
of his enlarged rod she can't fit into her mouth she licks
thoroughly. Once they are both ready, she mounts him like an
equestrian ready to gallop; up and down; back and forth; in and out;
rubbing her hands over his toned and hard body. His hands are
caressing her round chest making sure to squeeze her nipples between
her orgasm nearing, she puts her hand down on her clit to aid its
arrival. She swings her head forward, her hair lashing like a whip
down to her lover's face. With a hard thrust he unleashes his lust
filled fury. The explosion inside of her sends her over the limit.
She begins to saturate his large man meat with her own juices and
drags her nails across his buffed chest, leaving red marks in their
trail. He holds his hips high keeping himself deep inside of her as
she rides out the intense rush coming over her body.
fucking needed that," she says as she flops next to him on the
glad you liked it," he states as he props himself on his elbow
to look at her.
is gazing at the ceiling with the after effects still coursing
through her extremities. She doesn't think about her husband after
such a taboo experience, she thinks about the money she just made and
the thought of this becoming a regular thing.
looks to her lover and he has a different look on his face, one of
evil. She never even sees it coming, a sharp blade dragged across her
neck. So sharp is the knife-edge that she doesn't feel the cut; she
senses warm liquid pouring down the sides of her neck; her life
fading with every pump spilling out of her throat.
she lay there dying, she can see the man stand up. She never got his
name, for what they were doing there was no need for proper
introductions. Just hand over the money and the underwear and that is
all. She sees him put on her lacey thong- the one she gave him today.
Then he puts on his pants and the rest of his clothes and walks out
the door. Now her thoughts are of her husband. It took this for her
to consider him; then she thinks how sad that is.
not the first time this man seduced his way to murder. He understood
what he was doing with Marty, he was exacting and precise. He said
things he knew she'd believe and he had good looks to lure her in.
Now the clever lady killer is back on the internet. He's looking for
another pair of panties he can play his game of death with. Who will
Enjoy the first chapter of, Four Degrees: Searching for Mr.
CAUGHT IN THE ACT
My name is Charlene Rocco but everyone calls me Charlie. I'm married
to Jonathan Rocco; or to his friends, Rocky. He tells everyone it's
because he fights like Rocky Balboa, but that just makes him sound
cool. Lately we have been at the opposite ends of the love spectrum.
I'm forty and he is forty-two, we've been married for around sixteen
years and they were the best until a couple years ago. We met in a
mixed martial arts class. I was attending because grappling and
striking are great ways to get a full workout without having to lift
a shit ton of weights. He was there for the same reason, but he also
wanted to compete in fights. He could never seem to make the time,
then we started dating heavy and he just wanted to work out with me
instead. I'll have to admit that did make me feel important.
He was quite the looker and I didn't want his face to turn into
hamburger as I've heard many of the fighters put it. When he turned
his focus to me everything was going great. We even had the same
interest in music and entertainment which made us even more
compatible. Going to see a live show was something we both enjoyed.
were great for each other all the way to the bedroom. I'm a woman who
knows what she wants in between the sheets and I'm not afraid to
voice what turns me on. I started pleasuring myself from a very young
age and even as a virgin, I was looking forward to breaking my cherry
with some kinky sex. I've never been a prude when it comes to
positions and I absolutely love deep throating cock. In fact, giving
a man head actually gets me off. I'm a huge fan of swallowing cum and
love a stiff hard dick in my tight ass. I could go on and on about
the heightened orgasms I have with anal sex. For as confident and
horny as I am in the bedroom, I'm absolutely a lady. I wear elegant
dresses when going to elegant places, I have a wardrobe that I will
classify as "sophisticated sexy" and even when I'm casual
in my comic book or band t-shirt, I make sure it complements my small
yet perky breast as well as my womanly frame. I'm very comfortable
with tight fitting jeans and a pair of Chuck Taylor or Vans.
write a column for a hipster magazine called "Pink Metal."
The articles are aimed at women who like a little badass to go along
with femininity. Our office is located near the Japanese tea gardens
in San Francisco, only a ten minute walk away. I was born and raised
in Central California, let's be real; there is nothing worth going
higher than Sacramento, everything is just cattle farms and crops
from then up. I moved to Chicago with Jon after I had gotten the job
and was lucky enough to have my employer be okay with it. It's a bit
of traveling, but I only have to come in to see my editor once a
week. I'm done with our meeting so I'm going to meet up with some
friends, a workmate, and my longtime girlfriend Janelle. I'm catching
up with her in route to Gianni's Restaurant for mimosas and brunch.
and I have been friends from the first day of college. I don’t
think anyone will ever understand me more than she will. I was hoping
it would have been my husband but with everything that has been going
on, he is showing me that he is not the one. I though, rather hoped
he was going to be. He never touched me other than the ways I wanted
him to, never struck or pushed me, never was overly angry with me for
anything, not even when I accidentally knocked his prized fish back
into Lake Michigan. He just told me that we'll have to eat fast food
instead. Lately he has gone off the deep end. I think it was after he
woke up one morning and there were fewer hairs on his head than there
were the day before. For some reason he doesn't want to do the Bruce
Willis thing and shave his head completely even after I told him that
it would be sexy.
went on some rubbernecking kick looking at younger girls out of the
corner of his eye. I would catch him of course. I wasn't bothered by
it, not so much at first but then it started to get progressively
worse. By the next year he had gone to basically drooling at them
right in front of me. Every so often I would hear some kind of
lusting remark from him. Still at this point I was not afraid of his
wondering eye or sexual remarks. I may not be the coat rack
supermodel but I know I look damn good for my age. There are women
who are fifteen years younger that wish they could look this fine. I
found a gym to continue my MMA workout so I have nothing to worry
wasn't until he said the one thing I didn't want to hear from his
insecurity, "We should take her home with us." Now
the way he said it was not mean and insulting mind you. He knows I
had one encounter with a female, but to think that will get you a
threesome because you don't want to get old is flat out ridiculous.
Because he was my husband, I had told him about the one night Janelle
and I had after a couple bottles of wine. We are both very sexual and
have always told each other, what we call "War Stories";
because great sex if like a powerful fight between two willing
participants. That one night we were both curious and trusted each
other completely. I am not afraid of my own body so why should I be
afraid of my friends? We had a great experience, and had found
pleasure in each other's touch but it was just not what we wanted.
The best way to describe how I felt after is; her elegant finger in
my ass made me really want to try it with a nice hard man.
that moment my Rocky, the man who gave up the dream of becoming a
fighter for me, was no longer the man I could love. I will have to
say that I'm still not afraid of other naked women; I just don't see
the reason to bring another female into our love making. I am more
than willing to be everything he could ever want in the bedroom. He
is after all the only man who has been able to satisfy my anal
desire, but no longer. I want a man in there, but he lost my interest
when everything I do to please him was no longer enough.
see Janelle walking out of her building. She is a matchmaker but
funny enough, she herself is single. She says it's because she's too
busy playing the field; one of those, "Why eat the same cereal
every morning when you can get the milk for free" kind of
ladies. I've always looked at it as "As long as I'm eating
cereal and drinking milk every day, I'm satisfied." When Jon and
I were at our best for those beginning years, I had more sex than I
ever had single, and I had a lot of sex when I was single. It was
never about how many guys I could bag, quite a few I will say, but it
is more about the quality of the sex and how often. Janelle, not so
much, she got as much tail as I did, but she would be a little more
particular in her choices. At the bar all she goes after are the "hot
ones" and sure, who wouldn't like to bang the cute guy. As for
me, the dude looking like he will wear me as a feed bag is my first
choice. Getting mine is more important than who gives it to me. That
is probably the only place she and I differ, but it's something I can
live with, and so can she.
and I make our way inside the busy restaurant and are greeted by the
hostess that takes us to the booth the two friends are sitting at. I
take a seat next to Ally while Janelle sits across from me and next
girls are going to need to catch up, I'm already on my second drink,"
says Ally. She has two umbrellas sitting next to an empty hurricane
glass and she is about to take her last sip through the thick straw.
long have you girls been waiting? I ask.
looks at her Rolex. "It's only been about ten minutes."
mean to be rude but I've got to use the little girl's room. These
drinks are going right through me. Oh, by the way, make sure to order
me another round when you place yours," says a slightly tipsy
what's up with that girl?" Janelle asks Sonya.
been waiting on a text from Mr. gorgeous. You remember that guy
Dillon with the six pack abs, well that's the one she wants. I think
he's rather pointless. The only thing the guy has going for him are
that guy, there's more than one man in an ocean of fish."
Janelle always knows how to say it tactfully.
waiter comes over to see if we would like something to drink. Janelle
and I place an order for a cocktail. We both decide to stick with
mimosas and not dive right into the hard stuff. It's a little early
in the day for me to get sloshed and besides I'm not a heavy drinker,
I'd actually prefer a tasty joint.
returns from the restroom and immediately grabs her drink. "Thanks
for ordering me another round." She bypasses the straw and opts
for a huge chug from the delicate crystal. "Did I get a text
while I was away?" She takes another chug and then sits down.
Ally. Just chill out and stop worrying about some text message."
Sonya is getting a little irritated with her.
nonchalantly brushes it off and reaches for her phone, double
checking just in case Sonya is wrong. She continues to look at her
cell, scrolling through pictures of hotties, waiting impatiently for
that text. Then someone catches her eye. It is a tall gorgeous waiter
and he is carrying a tray of cocktails to the nearby table.
my, do you see the muscles on that guy. He's hot enough to fuck."
Ally tosses her phone into her purse. She's found herself a pleasing
finish chatting it up and catching a buzz. I have to catch my flight
back to Chicago and Sonya is excited to get back home to see what
little trinket her dear Robert will have as a gift for her. He's been
out of town for the past two days on business, but more than likely
he was also off fucking his mistress, that's where the gifts come in
to cover his guilty conscience. Sonya has no clue. Janelle has a fuck
buddy date planned out for later and Ally was lucky enough to bag
herself the hot waiter so she's still staying for more drinks until
the stud gets off work. As for me, I'm outta here.
was able to upgrade my flight to nonstop, now I'll be able to
surprise Rocky and be home two hours early. I'm happy I avoided the
dreaded layover and was able to get some much needed rest on the
plane. I'm getting ready to pick up my luggage at the rotating
carousel when I notice a couple getting off of the escalator. I take
a second look and the ditsy young blonde locks eyes with me. She is
all giddy with her fake boobies bouncing in her low cut top. The
older guy doesn't notice me because he is staring at this girl's
massive tits. He looks so familiar. It can't be,
I think to myself. And then I get a better look at his face. It's
Rocky and he's sporting an obvious toupee and acting like a horny
young buck, or rather a silly old man. I knew things were getting bad
between us but this just sealed the deal. I'm not one to make a scene
especially in public and I'm not going to blow his cover. She can
have him. We're done.
Hey everyone, I'm Jane Emery and I'm an erotica romance author. I
love writing fun adventure stories with naughty sex. I'm a huge comic
book fan and listen to heavy metal and trip-hop music. My interests
range from MMA to geeking out on a Doctor Who marathon. My love of
music has prompted me to play the guitar and on days when I'm not
busy writing; you'll find me jamming with my spouse. I currently live
in California with my hubby and dog named Shark-Bite.
adventure along with fantasy and science fiction, card games and
chess, puzzles and anything entertaining. Good food, great friends,
the love of animals and looking at the mountains off in the distance
bring me joy.
Some of my favorite bands include: Led Zeppelin,
Pink Floyd, King Crimson, Mastodon, Tool, Russian Circles, Massive
Attack, Mogwai, Portishead, Aesop Rock, Handsome Boy Modeling School,
Nina Simone and Cab Calloway.
Shows & Movies: The Lord of the
Rings, The Hobbit, Man of Steel, Star Wars, Christopher Nolan's
Batman trilogy, Person of Interest, Grimm, Once Upon A Time, Face/Off
and, of course, Doctor Who.