1. Fate
She felt him pulsating inside of her. His huge,
erect penis slid in and out. One hand clenching the pillow, the other on the
small of his back. She was not a virgin, but by the third orgasm, she may have
well been.
"Harder."
After muttering the word, her command was granted.
Jason's sweaty hands grasped Jamie's tight, and his hips sunk into hers. He was
taking her to a place she had never been before. She had never had a man like
this.
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At 26, Jamie Osweiler was already defeated. A semester away from completing Law School, she was
getting closer to both beginning her career and a life she did not want.
"The only thing that can help me right now is
a vodka martini," she said to her best friend Alicia.
"You know I'm always good for a few,"
said Alicia. "I'll text Christine, she never turns down a drink."
The last few weeks had proven very stressful for
Jamie, who hit the bottle far more often than was socially acceptable, even by
college standards. Her parents worried about her.
The girls sat down at the table inside The Blue
Olive , Evanston's finest martini bar. The lighting was dark and most people
were dressed nice, not like the dive bars Jamie frequented when she was an
undergrad. She was grown up now, in her mind, and adults drink the nectar of
the god's.
"This feels good, we need to do this more
often," stated Christine, who was sporting a fake smile.
Jamie, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from
her eyes, said, "I can't wait for this shit to be over. This has been my
life for the last six..no seven years. It's been seven fucking years since I
moved out of my parents house."
"Jamie, you're going to be a fucking lawyer.
This shit is going to pay off for you," said Alicia.
Jamie heard a buzzing noise coming out of her
purse. She reached in and pulled out her phone. It was her father calling.
Sometimes she answered phone calls from her father. She had not spoken to her
mother since last Christmas, when it is obligatory to speak to family you don't
like. Now was not the time. The phone took a final buzz and then stopped. She
slid the phone into her pocket.
"Did your vibrator accidently switch
on?" Alicia said with her smirk.
"Shut up!" Jamie said playfully.
"You said that loud enough didn't you?"
"I think those cute guys over there heard you
say that!" said Christine, who had not taken her eyes off of the table of
men since she walked in.
"They're probably gay anyways. No straight
guy comes here without a girl on his hip," argued Jamie.
The girls continued to exchange conversation on
the cold March night. They were within walking distance of Jamie's apartment.
It was something they use to do more often, back when Alicia and Christine were
also students at the university. Closing time was approaching, so they decided
to begin the short walk back. Opening the door brought a relieving breeze. They
stepped outside and made a left down the sidewalk. Laughing and walking in the
not-so-straight line only intoxicated people can, they continued their journey
until they reached about half way home.
"Hey, there is a guy walking behind us,"
whispered Christine.
"He followed us from the bar, he wants to
fuck you Christine!" laughed Alicia.
"Keep walking," said Jamie sternly.
"Let's go down this alley and get on that side street over there. That's a
shortcut to my place anyways."
The girls made a left down the alley between
buildings, and made it to the side street. They continued walking, but Jamie
kept a watch for the man to see if he would follow them.
"Come on Jamie!" Alicia shouted about
ten feet ahead.
The man's shadowy silhouette appeared in the alley
way, walking briskly toward the girls.
"What the hell are you doing?" shouted
Jamie.
The man pulled a pistol out of his jacket and
pointed it at the group. Christine and Alicia both let out blood curdling
screams.
"Don't fucking move or I will shoot! Drop
your purses!" the man
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