Free I’m In Lust With A Stripper (Erotica) by Desiree Day Page B

the exit. “Go call him!”
    Drew peeked over her shoulder. Her boss was nowhere in sight. “Okay. I’ll be back in a minute.”
    “Whatever,” Taylor answered breezily.
    Drew quickly entered Braxton’s number into her phone. She hurried through the office and out the door. The hot July sun greeted her when she pushed the door open, she blinked against the brightness. She strolled over to one of the small bistros that were scattered around the small park like setting.
    She glanced up at the building to see if Taylor was peeking down on her, she wasn’t. She called him, her heart thudding.
    “Hello?” Drew remained quiet. “Hello?”
    Drew cleared her throat. “Braxton?”
    “Yes.”
    “Hi this is Drew. The lady you’ve been e-mailing pictures to.”
    Braxton chuckled softly. “Did you enjoy them?”
    “I did. Is that really you?”
    “Yep! One hundred percent.”
    Thank you Jesus . “So why do you want to meet me?”
    Braxton smiled, although Drew couldn’t see it, she could hear it in his voice. “Because you’re beautiful, because you took my breath away, because I want to fuck you.”
    His response was so unexpected, so raw, that it stunned her. Drew dropped her head in her hands. “You want to fuck me?” she squeaked, no man had ever been so brazen with her before, she liked it.
    “I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop. And I will,” he promised.
    Hunger flashed in her and jettison to her clit. Drew flushed hot. “What would you do to me?” she whispered, not believing what she just asked, not believing that she was engaging in phone sex right in front of the building where she should be working.
    “First I’d smother my face in your beautiful titties, then I’d lick them softly, until you moan in my ear.”
    “Then what?” Drew asked, her voice shaking and her pussy throbbing. Her hand inched up her leg towards her mound, she shot a furtive glance toward the building.
    Braxton laughed. “Am I getting you excited?”
    “A little,” Drew answered, shyly, not really wanting to admit how hot he was making her.
    “Are your panties wet?”
    “Yes.”
    “I want to smell you then taste you.”
    “I want you to.”
    “Good.”
    “Is that really you in the picture?” Drew asked again, she had to be sure.
    “Yes. So when are we going to meet?”
     
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    He studied the five spirits floating before Him. They shimmered and glowed softly. Lighter than a whisper they were translucent, He could look right through them if He chose to, instead His gaze pierced each one. And they beamed at Him basking in His love and attention.
    “ You know why you’re here don’t you?” He asked, His tone pleasant and lyrical. Not the earth shattering voice most people thought He always used. He only got loud when upset.
    They all nodded.
    “ It’s time for my daily nap, and you five have been selected to serve on The Committee.”
    The group didn’t know whether to pump their fists in the air, give shouts of excitement or quake with fear. None of them knew the etiquette of earning such a coveted spot on The Committee so they reverently eyed Him, waiting for His next words.
    “ Michael had given each of you profiles on two of my children that I would like you all to keep an eye on while I’m asleep.”
    Clay Peterson raised his hand. He used to be a garbage man, thirty years of his life had been spent picking up strangers’ trash. His job had given him an exclusive insight into human nature but the back-breaking work had left his body bruised and battered. Every winter had brought with it a cold that seeped into his bones locking them up. The only thing that relaxed them was his nightly ritual of an ounce of bourbon while enjoying the warmth from his fireplace. But none of that mattered now, in his new home, the pain was a memory.
    He nodded at him, encouraging him to talk.
    “ Um,” he stuttered still awed by Him. “I mean, what would you like us to do?” he finally