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  My baby blues must be bugging out of my head. Does she mean what I think she means? I’m afraid to ask but curiosity and my dick get the best of me. I squint thinking I must be crazy. “You want to pay me to fuck you?”

  Her meek arms wrap around her torso and the tears start to fall. “Jimmy never touches me. He isn’t attracted to me. I just want to be wanted.” She wipes her eyes, smearing her makeup.

  “Damn, don’t cry.” I glance to the open door. “Where’s Jimmy now?”

  “On business in Tennessee, until Sunday,” she tacks on.

  I will probably regret this but I move to the door, shutting it with my foot. I take a seat on another man’s couch and pat the space beside me, inviting his nearly naked wife to sit next to me.

  She saunters across the room, still intent on seducing me. She doesn’t realize I’m already a sure thing. I just want to make sure this is really what she wants.

  One night.

  No strings.

  I’m gonna make her toes curl and her pussy sing my name.

  “D, you’re a beautiful woman, and you’re kindhearted. I’m sure he wants you.”

  “It’s been six months since I’ve felt the touch and desires of a man,” she reveals, sadly.

  I can’t imagine going more than a week, tops. Damn.

  Such a shame to see a good woman go unappreciated, and damn if I don’t appreciate a fine woman. “Look at me.” I grab her face firmly, holding her melancholy gaze. “Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you.” And he would. She always looks good, not that it’s the most important thing, but it sure as hell doesn’t hurt. I see her on my days off, always running errands and doing all the little chores a man should. Like taking out the trash. I see how hard she works at the gym to maintain her physique.

  She pulls away. “I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what came over me. You must think I’m a horrible person. A terrible wife. I’ve never been with anyone but Jimmy. I just–I don’t know.” Her cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and her chest is heaving. I can see that she was already worked up when I came in. It’s time to show her a little fun and passion.

  With feather light touches my fingers dance up her arm, brushing her dark tresses behind her ear. “Tell me what you were doing to yourself before I came in Dottie,” I whisper, anticipating her answer.

  Her nipples are pressing against the lace trim of her bra, threatening to topple out, begging to be sucked. Her eyes dart to the window that leads to the fire escape. “I was watching you cross the street. I was imaging what it would be like to scratch my nails down your back as you fuck me.”

  “Do you watch me often? Do you touch yourself while thinking about my body pressing down on yours?”

  “Yes,” she replies so low I can barely hear her faint confession.

  “Show me,” I command getting turned on at the thought of her smooth hands working in and out of her pussy while thinking of me.

  “Are we really doing this?” she scoots away, hitting the arm of the sofa.

  “You called me, remember? If you want me to go that’s cool darling. If you want me to stay, then I’m going to fuck you in every room, in your place and mine. If that’s what you want from me.”

  “I’ve never had a casual fling.” Her eyes flutter as she purses her lips.

  “I don’t need you to love me. Hell, I don’t care if you even like me. This is about two people getting what they want. To be fucked and sated. You can never accuse me of not wanting a good time.” I grin, knowing I’m about to charm her panties off.

  Dottie

  I can’t believe I propositioned my neighbor. I’ve really done gone and lost my ever loving mind. Jimmy would kill me. However, as I sit here staring at this sexy hunk of man—ready, willing, and able to scratch my itch, I know I want him. Even if it’s just this one time, I want him to take me up on my offer. I’m just too chicken to really admit that I want to fuck around on my husband. But after fifteen years of marriage, and only being with one man, one who no longer desires my body…the temptation is too strong to deny.

  “Show me how you touch yourself, while thinking of me,” OZ demands once more.

  I can’t meet his eyes as I nod okay. I’m so damn nervous, I need a drink. My throat’s dry as I lick the back of my teeth.

  “You want something to drink?” I offer putting some distance between us as I go to the kitchen.

  I grab the first bottle of wine I see from the back of my refrigerator and chug, not caring if he notices. My nerves are kicking in. I take a larger gulp.

  Suddenly, OZ is behind me, the heat of his body presses against my backside and I say to myself, “what the hell. I started this, I might as well finish it by following through.” The wine is knocked over on the counter, spilling onto the floor, as he captures my mouth with his.

  The warmth of his tongue is welcoming as it greets that of my own. His hands and fingers are roaming my body, searing my neglected bits with every touch. I don’t think about the husband I am betraying, my body has its own ideas, and damn if they aren’t delicious.

  Skillful, thick fingers tease at my panty line, flirting with my freshly waxed skin underneath the silk material. He knows how to touch a woman. And I’m a woman longing to be touched. It feels so good to be wanted I could weep. So what if I’m a cheap thrill for him, or a story to tell his firehouse buddies. I already know by the wetness pooling between my legs, it’ll be worth it.

  I don’t even remember my legs moving, but we’ve headed across the apartment, and into the bedroom. I only realize that’s where we are because the backs of my knees are hitting the mattress as he shoves me onto it. His thumbs hook under the elastic band at the top of my panties and he glides them over my smooth legs with perfect ease. He snakes onto the bed, as I scoot toward the headboard, trying to ignore the wedding picture staring at me from the dresser. OZ runs his nose along my clit, inhaling my aroused scent. With his hands cupping my butt, his tongue darts out, stealing a quick taste of my essence.

  His breath hums against my clit as he comes in for a full lick, running his tongue from the top to the back, and then some. Oh! That feels incredible. My knees squeeze against his ears as he gets down to business. Two fingers are serenading my g-spot as his tongue continues to sweep across my pulsing bundle of nerves.

  “God yes, that’s it, don’t fucking stop OZ.” My eyes are rolling back as my first of many orgasms to come crashes me over the proverbial cliff. My legs thrash as he sucks and licks the juices from my sex.

  “Wow,” I breathe out ready to give him an applause.

  “We’re just getting started, D. I’ve got the next two days to fuck you properly,” he promises.

  OZ

  It might have been a while since Dottie’s had sex, but that just makes it even better. Her cunt is so tight and gripping my fingers, it’s going to take some extended foreplay to work her up to taking my massive cock. I know it’s big and I’m proud of the one-eyed snake. You don’t have a ten-inch dick like mine and not receive compliments. I know what I’ve got and how to use it. I’m fucking proud of what I was blessed with.

  Am I cocky? Fuck yeah. I love pussy and I’m not ashamed to admit I love to fuck. They don’t call me the Pussy Wizard for nothing. I pull her up by the back of her hair as I fist my fingers full of her thick mane. Her mouth collides with mine as she sucks the taste of her juicy cunt from my tongue.

  Dottie’s nimble hands tease at my zipper. Leaning back on my calves I allow her to free Godzilla. Her eyes widen at my girth and length. She licks her lips as I tell her to suck it.

  She leans forward on her hands and knees while I position myself more comfortably, lying on my back. She’s gazing at me with appreciation.

  “Sit on my face D,” I growl at her.

  Dottie crawls over my head, brushing my face with her hot cunt. I grip her hips as her tongue licks along my shaft. Her soft lips cap over the head of the beast. Fuck, she is suctioning me so damn tight. She can barely take half of me all
the way in before she starts to gag. I suck her hard nub into my mouth and she moans in pleasure.

  “I need you inside me now OZ,” she pleads.

  She rolls over next to me and I scoot from the bed to get a condom from my wallet. With my pants at my ankles and my boots still on, I sheath my third leg, ordering her to get on all fours. I want to look at her fine ass when I come. She’s in position ready and willing. I line up my cock with her slit. Just as I’m about to push in, her husband calls out from the living room, “Honey, I’m home!”

  “Fuck!” Rips from my throat as I pull my pants up in a flash. Sweat beads across the back of my neck as Mrs. S lays frozen in horror. I look around the room. The bed is too low to the ground to get under. Then I remember that the window should connect to the fire escape.

  Without another thought I’m crawling out the window as he steps into the bedroom. I duck down on all fours out of his line of sight.

  “What in the hell are you doing woman?” I hear him asking as she stays silent.

  I don’t stick around for an answer. I haul ass down the ladder and repeat, until I reach the second floor. I have no choice but to jump. Just when I think I’m in the clear, Jimmy sticks his head out the window and screams, “I’ll kill you Oswald!”

  Not looking back, I jog across the street, not stopping until I reach the station.

  I get a few stares as I rush into the bathroom. “What’s a matter OZ? Did Ry’s tacos give you the shits?” Ash, laughs from the other side of the door. “He warned you not to touch his food.” He snickers.

  I remove the condom that is still hugging my dick and toss it in the trash.

  Fuck! I kick the trashcan. Damn, that was so stupid! Why do I do this shit? I’m going to have to move again. Wonder if Candi is open to getting a new place?

  Dottie

  It’s been three days since the incident. Jimmy says he wasn’t doing me because he thought I was cheating. He made up his trip and had been waiting to catch me in the act. I can’t believe him! He had the nerve to accuse me of being in the wrong. Sure, he caught me red-handed, but he’s the one lying to me. He’s the one who drove me to desperate measures! He went all caveman saying how I’m his wife, and no one can fuck me like he can.

  I told him to prove it then. He shoved me down on the bed, and with OZ’s touch still hot on my skin, my husband did me like he had never done me before. He laid into me hard and fast, pulling my hair, and slapping my ass. He was possessed with filling every inch of me with his liquid fire. He pumped me full of his seed and then he left without a word.

  I don’t know where he is, he won’t take my calls. I’ve been by the office twice, and the girls tell me they haven’t seen him. I just hope he didn’t go after OZ. The guy only did what I asked of him.

  I’ve been watching for OZ to come in as well, but he’s not been home as far as I know. I wrote him an apology—a weird sort of thanks and paid him. I slipped it under his door yesterday. I hope he doesn’t feel insulted. I just wanted to be wanted. I needed my husband to remember that he loved me. OZ doesn’t realize what a gift he gave me.

  The front door opens and Jimmy walks in wearing a goofy grin, reminding me of the funny man I married. A dozen red roses rest in his hands. “I love you D. Please don’t leave me for a younger man.”

  “I love you too Jimmy!” I take the roses and put them in a vase. Jimmy reaches me a card containing two tickets to Hawaii inside.

  “Let’s take that anniversary trip I promised you.” My husband stares at me with hungry eyes and I know we are going to be okay.

  OZ

  After a week of sleeping on the couch at the station on my off rotation nights, I feel it’s safe to go home. I’ve had no further contact from my neighbors. Thank God. Mattress has been giving me hell all week. Saying shit about everyone needing to lock up their wives and daughters. He said, "Pregnant, married or crazy—seventeen to eighty, it doesn't matter. Oz will hit it." He’s a riot but he’s my other best friend, and probably one of the only guys who can stand me. Besides, The Hammer told me it was time to take my sorry ass home. His words weren’t quite so colorful, but that was the gist of his speech and reprimand.

  I case my building before crossing the street. I don’t see any movement from the Shafer’s window. I’m still on edge as I unlock my door. I just know that at any minute Jimmy is going to come out of that red door down the hall and lay into me. It wouldn’t be the first time a scorned or jealous lover has come after me. You’d think I’d learn to stop thinking with Godzilla.

  When I flick on my light, I see an envelope on the kitchen counter with my name on it. I hope it’s not a death threat.

  Dear OZ,

  Thank you for, well, just thank you. Don’t worry about Jimmy, he won’t bother you. I won’t either. You know how to make a woman feel alive, don’t waste that because of me. One day you will make a woman very happy, so be good to her and appreciate the love she will give you. You won’t understand it just yet, but when the time comes, and you do settle down, never let your wife feel undesired.

  Best wishes,

  D

  I scratch the top of my head, not sure what to make of her words. I fold the letter and go to stick it in the envelope when a few bills catch my eye. She paid me. I crumple the letter and count the bills. Five hundred bucks, not bad.

  Candi comes out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. “Look what the cat finally dragged in. You home now?” She raises her brows at me, dying to give me hell.

  The message indicator is blinking on the machine.

  “You have some calls lover boy.” Candi grins and ducks into her room laughing.

  I have six missed calls. I kick my boots off and hit play before sinking into the cushions. I had my calls forwarded to our landline. Since I was crashing at the station, I knew they wouldn’t be calling me in.

  “I’m trying to reach OZ. I set my kitchen on fire,” a buttery voice whispers. My eyes go big. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. “I’m a friend of Dottie’s. She said you could help me. You can text me at this number.” She fires off her number and I am stunned. How could she just hand my number out to her friends like I’m a damn gigolo?

  I shake my head as two more similar messages play.

  My finger hovers over the erase button as I think about getting paid to get laid.

  “End of messages,” the machine announces before reciting the messages once more.

  I take down the numbers and say screw it. Ash has made damn good money as an escort, I never would have imagined it could be so lucrative.

  I think I just found my side job.

  Candi peers around the edge of her doorway. “You so just took down those numbers didn’t you?”

  She knows me all too well.

  I flash what would be my panty-melting grin at her with a shrug, knowing it doesn’t do a thing for her.

  “What can I say? Ladies love Godzilla.” I wink and she rolls her eyes.

  “You’re disgusting.” She laughs.

  “Wanna grab beer and a pizza?”

  “Sure, but your buying.” She ducks back in her room to get dressed.

  “I can afford it now.” I chuckle.

  Chapter 12

  Just one night? by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  Candi

  My heart fluttered when Larry started to suck ink into his gun. There was something so seductive about the aroma, the buzz, the overall life-force of tattoo shops. I took a few slow, deep breaths and glanced around the brightly lit room. All the paintings, half-drawn tattoos, and neo-traditional artwork set the stage for my mood to shift and life to calm a bit. I was in my element, ready for the next adventure to begin. Larry rolled his worn-out leather chair a little closer to me where I lay relaxed on his table, waiting for my masterpiece to be driven into my skin.

  The slapping of my tattooist re-securing the black latex around his wrists broke into my zen, making my eyes snap to his weathered gray-blue oceans. “Ready Candi?”

&n
bsp; I popped my headphones in to let I Prevail blast me into oblivion. “Heck yeah! Let’s do this.”

  The first line was always the hardest, but I was addicted.

  Deep.

  Slow.

  Breaths.

  The needle dragged over my skin quickly, sending shivers throughout my entire body.

  After about fifteen minutes of silence, Larry wiped the beginning of my new tattoo and smiled. “So, how stoked are you to no longer be a probi?”

  I took my right earpiece out and glanced down at my forearm where the Maltese cross was starting to form. “Stoked doesn’t even begin to touch the surface of how elated I fucking am!”

  We were ready for this to be a three-hour session; I was prepared to zone out, to meditate through the annoying pain that was sieging my right arm. It had been a long, hard year and it was finally over. Probation for my firehouse had been grueling, but completely worth every minute. Hard work for sure paid off in the long run, and I was about to really start reaping the rewards.

  “Wow, that’s badass.” I heard an unfamiliar deep voice barely come through under the remix of “Blank Space” that was blasting through my headphones.

  I opened my eyes to see one of the most breathtaking men I had ever laid eyes on, and that was saying something since I was surrounded by muscly firefighters all freaking day long.

  Larry glanced up at the stranger after taking the needle away from my tender skin. “Thanks dude. Looking to get inked?”

  He was tall with a short beard, sleeves of tattoos, short light brown hair perfectly styled in a cute comb over, kind ice-blue eyes. and a killer smirk that was making me want to ride his face right then and there.

  “Thinking about it. I’m new to town, and this shop has some killer reviews. Figured I’d stop in and take a look before making any decisions.”

  “Cool man. Feel free to look around and talk to some of my guys. I’m Larry; I own the place. If you need anything, have any questions, just holler.”