Chapter One
This was not real. It could not be real. Nadine sat in her car sweating profusely, as if she were pinned under a heat lamp. The air conditioner was on full blast, but she felt cold, scared, and unable to move. The paper bag which had held some fruit from the market had now become a breathing apparatus to slow the hyperventilating which was threatening to rob her of all oxygen. Her mother’s words flashed before her eyes, “What is done in the dark, always comes to light.”
The dark deeds she had performed for two nights in Las Vegas had just walked into her office and bit her on the ass. Well, he also bit her on the ass in Las Vegas too, but damn it, he was now standing in her office! He was her boss’s brother, and he now knew her name, where she worked, and was going to tell her boss that she was a nasty little woman. Breathe, breathe, breathe, slowly, Nadine, inhale, exhale, slowly, you can do this. Nadine wasn’t sure which was worse, the feeling of being outed as an undercover skank or the realization that her panties were equally as wet as her body at the sight of that man. She yelled at her crotch, “You skanky traitor, you’re supposed to be on my side!”
The bag, now on the seat, became a companion that she was chatting with as she exited the parking structure, made a right onto La Brea and headed towards Sunset. Within minutes she had reached the elementary school and pulled into the lot. Cell phone in hand, she punched in the numbers to call her best friend. Bena answered on the third ring, unable to decipher what Nadine was saying, until she screamed she was sitting in the parking lot.
Minutes later, Bena ex ited the side door after asking her teaching assistant to keep an eye on the class, climbed in the car, and took a good look at her usually well-composed friend. “What happened to you? Your hair is a mess, your skin is ashen, and you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Nadine started to cry, “I have, and it just walked into my office.” Bena allowed her friend to blubber for a minute then asked what happened. Nadine explained the whole sordid affair. She started with the excitement which had caused her to leave town for the weekend.
Last week, in an effort to avoid a little old woman, she had driven her car into a fruit stand. The police officer had sided with the old woman, given her a ticket which made her late for work and two meetings. The office assistant had ordered lunch, but mixed up the orders giving her the one with peanut sauce. Since she was allergic to peanuts, she ended up in the emergency room, face swollen, then had a reaction to the drug to counteract the anaphylaxis, and nearly died. Her idiot boyfriend broke up with her, a cute doctor walked in and saw her end of the month hot pink granny panties, she yelled at her boss, offended people in the office, then took off for Vegas for the weekend. Okay. That part she could handle. It was Monday, she still had a job and a modicum of her boss’s respect.
The weekend portion is what is less than respectable. While in Vegas, she had met a hunky white guy, who smelled like an afternoon of sin and debauchery. They made eye contact but she was smart; she had walked away. Hunky white man drove up on a bad ass motorcycle, she got on the back, they headed downtown, ended up in a strip club and he had used his fingers to get her off while some big-boobied woman gyrated on his lap. Breathe; it’s not so bad. Hunky guy then took her to dinner, suggested she order a salad, then they strolled into a really cool night club. The club was hot, he suggested they venture out to the balcony to cool off. It only got hotter as he bent her over the railing and took her from the back, all the while whispering in her ear that he needed more room to work. Inhale. Exhale.
In his room, they went at it all night; he was rather large
This was not real. It could not be real. Nadine sat in her car sweating profusely, as if she were pinned under a heat lamp. The air conditioner was on full blast, but she felt cold, scared, and unable to move. The paper bag which had held some fruit from the market had now become a breathing apparatus to slow the hyperventilating which was threatening to rob her of all oxygen. Her mother’s words flashed before her eyes, “What is done in the dark, always comes to light.”
The dark deeds she had performed for two nights in Las Vegas had just walked into her office and bit her on the ass. Well, he also bit her on the ass in Las Vegas too, but damn it, he was now standing in her office! He was her boss’s brother, and he now knew her name, where she worked, and was going to tell her boss that she was a nasty little woman. Breathe, breathe, breathe, slowly, Nadine, inhale, exhale, slowly, you can do this. Nadine wasn’t sure which was worse, the feeling of being outed as an undercover skank or the realization that her panties were equally as wet as her body at the sight of that man. She yelled at her crotch, “You skanky traitor, you’re supposed to be on my side!”
The bag, now on the seat, became a companion that she was chatting with as she exited the parking structure, made a right onto La Brea and headed towards Sunset. Within minutes she had reached the elementary school and pulled into the lot. Cell phone in hand, she punched in the numbers to call her best friend. Bena answered on the third ring, unable to decipher what Nadine was saying, until she screamed she was sitting in the parking lot.
Minutes later, Bena ex ited the side door after asking her teaching assistant to keep an eye on the class, climbed in the car, and took a good look at her usually well-composed friend. “What happened to you? Your hair is a mess, your skin is ashen, and you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Nadine started to cry, “I have, and it just walked into my office.” Bena allowed her friend to blubber for a minute then asked what happened. Nadine explained the whole sordid affair. She started with the excitement which had caused her to leave town for the weekend.
Last week, in an effort to avoid a little old woman, she had driven her car into a fruit stand. The police officer had sided with the old woman, given her a ticket which made her late for work and two meetings. The office assistant had ordered lunch, but mixed up the orders giving her the one with peanut sauce. Since she was allergic to peanuts, she ended up in the emergency room, face swollen, then had a reaction to the drug to counteract the anaphylaxis, and nearly died. Her idiot boyfriend broke up with her, a cute doctor walked in and saw her end of the month hot pink granny panties, she yelled at her boss, offended people in the office, then took off for Vegas for the weekend. Okay. That part she could handle. It was Monday, she still had a job and a modicum of her boss’s respect.
The weekend portion is what is less than respectable. While in Vegas, she had met a hunky white guy, who smelled like an afternoon of sin and debauchery. They made eye contact but she was smart; she had walked away. Hunky white man drove up on a bad ass motorcycle, she got on the back, they headed downtown, ended up in a strip club and he had used his fingers to get her off while some big-boobied woman gyrated on his lap. Breathe; it’s not so bad. Hunky guy then took her to dinner, suggested she order a salad, then they strolled into a really cool night club. The club was hot, he suggested they venture out to the balcony to cool off. It only got hotter as he bent her over the railing and took her from the back, all the while whispering in her ear that he needed more room to work. Inhale. Exhale.
In his room, they went at it all night; he was rather large
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