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Jill really hated her job. Stuck in a grimy garage, working on cars all day was a drag. She didnt particularly like cars - and she definitely hated having hands that smelled like grease. But in a small town like Riverston Iowa, there werent many options for employment. And growing up with five brothers and no sisters pretty much meant her skills were limited to working on cars and playing football. With no football team in town, she found work in the garage. Most of her days were filled up with fantasies about big city life: dancing in downtown nightclubs, shopping at the trendiest spots, and - her favorite - falling into a whirlwind romance with a billionaire from the big city. Tuesday morning was yet another morning Jill spent engulfed by her fantasies. She was supposed to be working on the old rusty carburetor in Mr. Jamisons pickup truck, but instead she spent the morning thinking about Lance. Lance was the name of her imaginary billionaire, Hed been around for a few years, haunting her fantasies and providing the loving touch she couldnt get from real life. Lance didnt have a face, but when she closed her eyes, she could feel his strong, steady arms around him, holding her closely as they danced for hours. Soon the dancing would surrender to kissing and caressing and his hands would begin to roam down her hips, across her shoulders and through her long brown hair. Then lances grip would hungrily dart inside the satin evening gown shed be clad in. Hed lightly stroke her breasts, brining her nipples to full flower as his wet, warm kisses would hit her chin, her neck, her shoulders, her chest. Mmmmm, Lance . But then a loud, raspy voice...
Why Beautiful People Have More Daughters:From Dating, Shopping, and Praying to Going to War and Becoming a Billionaire--Two Evolutionary Psychologists Explain Why We Do What WeDo Alan Miller, Satoshi Kanazawa
Subdue. Surrender. Submit. Six inexperienced young women fall to the charms six powerful alpha men in too-public-places. In these complete short stories, innocent women are brought to their knees by alpha men, billionaire bosses, and men in control. Dark Desires 7: Dominated In Public Dark Desires 8: Punished By Men Dark Desires 9: Billionaire Submission Dark Desires 10: Caught Exhibitionist Dark Desires 11: Punished In Public Dark Desires 12: Nun In Heat ----- PG Excerpt ----- Excerpt From Punished By Men: Dress shopping receipts total $543. What about that? Thats not a business expense, he said, deadpanned. Youll be liable for them. What? That means youll have to pay for the expenses. Her cheeks burned red. I know what liable means. I meant how am I supposed to pay for that? You shouldve thought of that before you spent all that money, he said, making a note in his folder. She felt her blood boil. He was being so unreasonable. There wasnt even a chance for her to defend herself! She thought she was just going to get fired and that would be the end of it. Instead he was enjoying himself pointing out all her indiscretions. There was no way for her to pay for that. She didnt have that much money to begin with. And he wasnt done. She didnt have time to feel sorry for herself since he started talking again. $246 for lingerie is not company expense. She cringed, but didnt respond. He stared at her, his face an expressionless mask that made her anxious and angry at the same time. It occurred to her that he was enjoying this a whole lot. She clenched her hands into tight fists. She wanted to punch the man in the face to shut him up. Do you have anything to say? he asked, though it sounded like taunting to her ears. She shook her head. Good, because Im not done, he said. She drew a deep breath and made herself comfortable in her seat. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons on her shirt and she found herself getting incredibly warm. She undid the button on her collar, opening up her shirt a little so she could breathe. The company certainly doesnt need a new violin or a sound system, he continued. She ignored him and slowly undid the second button. The shirt was beginning to feel too suffocating. She wanted it off. She waited for him to stop her but when he didnt, she continued. The third button revealed the cleavage between her breasts. A thought occurred to her and she spoke before she could tell her mouth to stop. Did Jennifer get in trouble too? His eyes dip down and she felt her chest flush in response to the attention. Let him look. He would be easier to deal with if he found her attractive. Yes, he said simply. So Jennifer had been stealing company cash too. How much did she spend? she asked despite herself. Too much. More than I did? she asked. His perfect full lips curved into a wicked grin that made her shiver. What you spent is peanuts compared to the amount Jennifer took. Oh, she gasped. Her heart swelled as she started believing she could get away with it. From his own words, he didnt think she took a lot. What did you do? she asked. Seized all her assets and threw her out on the streets, he said as if he was commenting on the weather. Cold sweat trickled down the sides of her face. Maybe she wasnt going to get away with it after all. What do you want me to do? she asked, her voice barely a whimper now. He closed the folder and put it down in front of him. Thats a good sign. Looks like were finally getting somewhere, he said.