Temptation Textiles

When a vulnerable young mother takes a new job in another city, she gets ensnared in a hedonistic lifestyle.

Excerpts:
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"Two coffees, please. Make it quick and don't bother taking time with the change."
"Reese, is that you?"
A strikingly handsome middle-aged man approached and stood behind her in the line.
"Oh my God! Derek, what are you doing here?"
"Grabbing a quick coffee the same as you. You're naked."
"I know."
"You need a ride or something?"
"No. I'm here with my friend Cat. She's waiting in the car for my quick getaway."
I saw him wave at me. I waved back.
"You wanna go out sometime?" he asked her.
"Why? Because I look good naked?"
"No, because you're daring. That's what I'm looking for in a woman."
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I drove around to the far side of the hangar and there sat a small jet.
"Your small plane is a jet?"
"Yeah. Like I said, it's a small one, only seats eight. You two want to go for a ride? We could grab a fast dinner in the next county and be back before your daughter misses you."
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Naked and caged in front of fully-clothed complete strangers in someone else's living room, there's nothing else quite like it. It wasn't pornographic or obscene, it was art.
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"It's difficult for me not to take advantage of you, Cat."
I wish you would, I thought to myself.
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"Cat, here's a webcam kit. I want you to set it up in your bedroom pointed at the bed. I'll text you later. Oh, and when you come in Monday morning, bring a copy of your apartment key. Good night."
He gave me a peck on the cheek and closed the door.
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I grabbed hold of her top and gently pulled it in opposite directions. A button popped off.
"Stop that! This is a ten thousand dollar prototype!"....
I popped off another button, then all of them at once. I fetched scissors from the tabletop.
"How does a gal remove her dress when her wrists are bound to an overhead ceiling beam?"
"She doesn't."
"Wrong." I began more cutting. Soon her entire ensemble was in shreds on the floor.
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"We're being watched and manipulated, Reese."
"I know. Do you want to stop?"
"Hell no! You?"
"Hell no!"
We didn't. Reese...my nemesis, my friend, and now my lover.
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"Catherine Carter?"
"Who's asking?"
"Detective Roberts, Homicide." She flashed a badge.
I immediately visualized her in uniform doing some naughty role-playing games.
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"Chelsea was murdered. I think we're all suspects. A detective wants you to meet with her."
"Already did. We all got exonerated. We need to focus on the luxury lingerie line launch. There will be a $20,000 signing bonus for the models selected. Start with internal candidates. We will need a current nude photo of each. The focus group says S&M is trending, so that will be the theme of our marketing campaign.
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She slipped on the nightie. I handcuffed her.
"I like you like this," I said. "At my mercy."
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I awoke to discover a sound suppressor in my mouth, aka a silencer. Attached to the silencer was a pistol. And attached to the pistol was a middle-aged woman.
"Wake up, sunshine."
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Jodie planted some charges in the two houses, then we three headed for the jet. I toyed with my new pistol while in the copilot seat as Jodie taxied to the end of the runway. She reached over and took my hand, wrapping it around the throttle.
"Push it all the way forward, cupcake."
I looked back to make sure our girl was buckled in, then did as requested and was promptly pushed into my seat-back as the plane catapulted forward and lifted off. Simultaneously both houses exploded, becoming fully engulfed in flames. It was orgasmic!