Free Candid Confessions of a Shameless Sexaholic...Part One: Just What The Doctor Ordered by Erotika Sinn Page A

me
pause for thought. It’s one thing to have fun and sow your wild oats when you
are 22, but did I still want to be doing this when I was 25? Or 35? When would
I stop?
                Eventually, I could stand
Thomasin’s bragging no longer. I made my excuses as soon as was polite, and
headed back to the office. I could see that he was frustrated at having one get
away. But never mind, I was sure he wouldn’t find it hard to pick up another
floozie to hump. There are plenty of girls like me around.
                Before going back to the
office, I made a detour home and changed my clothes. I ditched the short skirt,
and found something that reached closer to my knees. I tied my hair back in a
more serious and professional way, and I toned down my make-up too. I checked
myself in the mirror and felt better about myself. Less of the available tramp,
and more of the sophisticated business woman.
                Come on, Angel, I
thought. You can do this.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 10
     
    I arrived at Brad’s office early – probably
a little too early. The building was one of those dark-glassed office blocks
that tower over Sydney, stretching up about 60 stories. The reception area was
vast and elaborate, with a marble floor and statues of what I took to be Greek
mythical heroes. The statue next to the reception desk was a full-size one of a
fierce looking warrior who packed a fearsome punch in the loincloth department.
Very impressive. No wonder Greek women seem to be smiling all the time.
                I was still staring at his
package when I heard a cough, and realized the receptionist was trying to
attract my attention. I blushed a little and signed in, getting a badge
labelled Visitor in return for my signature. I strutted over to the elevators,
and pressed the button. While I waited, I read the names of all the companies
listed on the tenant’s board. Most of them were big corporates – international
banks and IT companies. You clearly needed to have money to get space in this
building. Eventually the elevator arrived, and I accelerated up to the 58 th floor at a rather scary speed.
                It seemed that Brad’s
company occupied the whole of this floor, and when the elevator doors opened, I
could almost taste the money. The floor was carpeted in lush red carpet that
must have cost a fortune, and the whole feel of the place was….well, expensive.
Brad was no ordinary doctor – it seemed he was running an empire. I had
expected nice offices, but I certainly hadn’t expected anything like this.
There was another reception desk for me to check in at, but this time there
were no formalities. As soon as I gave my name, the pretty brunette
receptionist greeted me as if I was a long-lost friend, and told me Brad would
be ready in a moment. I took a seat in the waiting area, and was amazed to
discover that the magazines on the table were all current issues – not a 1998
issue of Reader’s Digest in sight. Very different to visiting my dentist.
                I had picked up the latest
edition of Cosmopolitan, and was just getting into a juicy article on ‘Seven
Sex Positions You Have Never Tried Before’ (as if!) when I heard Brad’s silky
voice beside me.
                ‘Doing a little more
research on our topic, I see,’ he said, with a cheeky grin on his face.
                ‘Oh, er no…I was just
browsing,’ I said, slamming the magazine closed and trying not to turn as red
as a beetroot.
                Brad laughed and beckoned me
to follow him, pausing only to ask the receptionist to bring us coffee. I
followed his broad shoulders down a corridor that was also lined in the same
plush, red carpet. At the end, double doors opened into a stunning office. It
was big, but not ostentatiously huge, and the furniture was good quality, but
not over the top. What made it truly stunning, though, was the view. The whole
of one