Free Protection by Carla Blake Page A

nice. It was all very well knowing Carrie had accepted her sexuality with barely a blink, and admitted to be being gay herself, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was in any way interested in starting a relationship with her. That was just wishful thinking, and if she lost this job simply because she couldn’t control her feelings it really would be a shame. No, what she had to do was keep everything on a strictly professional basis and keep the fantasies for when she was alone in bed.
    Naked, Andrea stretched out and closed her eyes again, allowing her head to fill with images of Carrie as she cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples until they were hard. Then, feeling the first rush of desire flowing between her legs, she wallowed in it. Enjoying the increasing sensation of lust, as her body cried out for more and she gave her tits one final squeeze before sliding her fingers down her body, over her thighs and into the exquisite plumpness of her swollen pussy where she slid a single finger along the length of her moist slit, before inserting it deep into her cunt and beginning to fuck herself. Thrusting slowly and deeply, Carrie’s name already forming on her lips as she withdrew and concentrated solely on her clit. Loving the way her slit felt so swollen against her hand as she rubbed and rubbed. A warm, pink flush spreading across her chest. Her hips rising. The pleasure building, building, tingling along the entire length of her pussy, flooding her, tipping her ever close to the edge until finally, with a final stroke of her clit, she came, breathing Carrie’s name into the darkness.
CHAPTER SIX
    Volunteers.
    A word that, on any other day, would have seen Isobel running for the hills, except today her superior was looking for volunteers to keep the traffic flowing around the new leisure complex Carrie Shilling was due to open, and she couldn’t get her hand up fast enough.
    It would be cold, she heard him say, and it was possible the police might temporarily recruit them if things started to get really sticky. Hundreds of people were expected to turn up and if the crowds started to get out of control, then traffic wardens would be expected to reinforce the thin, blue line, which meant that he was sorry but he couldn’t guarantee their safety. Hence the need for volunteers.
    But Isobel didn’t care and with her hand firmly in the air, she waited to be signed up.
    The occasion was just what Isobel had been expecting. Row upon row of shouting, cheering morons waving tatty bits of paper, cameras going off left, right and center, mainly from the media, and plenty of swearing aimed at herself and her colleagues as they struggled to keep motorized morons from parking in restricted areas. So far she’d been called a fat cow, a sodding bitch and something in French that she hadn’t been able to decipher, but which she felt sure was deeply insulting. All in just under an hour.
    But the moment the smart limousine pulled up and she stepped out, none of that mattered and Isobel forgot everthing in favour of trying for a better view, quickly removing her hat in the hope that she might recognize her.
    Except it didn’t happen. The crowd was just too unruly for the prestigious group to hover long - especially after the debacle of the movie premiere - and they merely paused long enough to smile and wave before disappearing inside. The actual cutting of the ribbon witnessed only by the privileged few while the rest of the hoi polloi were forced to watch the proceedings on a giant video screen erected outside. A disembodied voice, booming from a hidden bank of loud speakers, urging everyone to go home almost as soon as the red ribbon separated in two.
    Isobel rolled her eyes. Like that was going to happen!
    The crowd wasn’t going anywhere. In fact she’d put money on some of these sad gits still standing there after it had grown dark. The majority of them convinced that Carrie was in