minute and we’ve got to get you ready for your intimate physical!” Thirty-year-old Roxie Whitney’s friend, Gina, shouted above the pounding Christmas rock music as she rushed off the dance floor. Actually Gina was the one who was late, for Pete’s sakes. Roxie had been waiting, her insides a ball of nervous excitement, as she stood like a Christmas wallflower at the edge of the dance floor. She’d been watching Gina writhe like a wild 8
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woman amidst the crush of bodies in her crisp black, tight gothic nurse’s uniform with thigh high, black fish net stockings and five-inch heels. Her nervousness was why she’d turned to her fantasies. Of Evan.
Gosh, she’d gotten so into that fantasy she was literally drenched between her thighs and feeling a wee bit flushed.
Oh why couldn’t she be more like Gina? She would have had Evan in her bed before now.
Her roommate, coworker at the plant and good friend Gina.
Pretty. Popular. Adventurous. Not afraid to dance. But Roxie was the total opposite.
That’s what had attracted her to Gina in the first place. The woman was unafraid of anything.
Before Roxie could set her friend straight on who was waiting for whom, Gina grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the throng of swingers and then through a door, up the narrow staircase overflowing with poinsettias and garland to the second floor where the change rooms were located.
“You are going to love what I picked up for you.” Gina grinned, her dark brown Italian eyes glittering with mischief as she unlocked her locker with her key.
A huge shot of nervousness grabbed hold of Roxie and suddenly what had seemed like an exciting idea in allowing Gina to dress her for the Medical Night Before Xmas swinger’s party didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. Suddenly it seemed rather scary to put her trust into such a bold and daring woman like Gina.
“This is what I got for you, hon. You are going to stand out from everybody else, catch Evan’s eye and he is going to be panting all over you and wanting to get into your pants when he sees you in it.”
Yes, another reason she liked Gina. She got straight to the point.
From the locker Gina withdrew a blood red latex jumpsuit with black buckle belt and sexy four-inch heeled sandals. Roxie’s mouth dropped open in shock. First of all it 9
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was medical fetish night not latex rubber night and second of all, would this outfit even fit her? It looked as if it had been made for someone…skinny, and thin she was not.
“I knew you’d like it.” Gina winked and held the garment up against Roxie. “Here, hold it. You are going to look so hot; Evan is going to self-combust. Here’s a sexy Santa Claus hat to go with it and cute little mistletoe earrings.” Gina plopped the green jewelry that truly did look like little balls of mistletoe dangled from small gold hoops, a felt red hat with a bunch of white fluff around the trim and a huge white pom pom on the top of the hat onto a nearby bench.
“Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”
Before Roxie could ask Gina to hang around, mainly because she was a shy chickenshit to be seen in this outfit, Gina had fled the change room as if her ass itself were on fire.
Shit! Roxie swore as she turned her attention to the smooth red suit and her heart beat like a drummer boy beating his drum.
What had she gotten herself into?
* * * * *
Thirty-five-year-old Evan Johnston began searching for the woman of his sexual fantasies the instant he entered the swinger’s club. Rumor had it Roxie would be here tonight and Evan wanted to make sure rumor was fact because if she wasn’t here he’d just hightail back to his solitary farmhouse before tonight’s forecasted snowstorm hit and start his Christmas vacation snuggled up to his three feline companions and two golden retrievers.
Despite the impending bad weather, the swinger’s club was packed. The owners had outdone themselves with the
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woman amidst the crush of bodies in her crisp black, tight gothic nurse’s uniform with thigh high, black fish net stockings and five-inch heels. Her nervousness was why she’d turned to her fantasies. Of Evan.
Gosh, she’d gotten so into that fantasy she was literally drenched between her thighs and feeling a wee bit flushed.
Oh why couldn’t she be more like Gina? She would have had Evan in her bed before now.
Her roommate, coworker at the plant and good friend Gina.
Pretty. Popular. Adventurous. Not afraid to dance. But Roxie was the total opposite.
That’s what had attracted her to Gina in the first place. The woman was unafraid of anything.
Before Roxie could set her friend straight on who was waiting for whom, Gina grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the throng of swingers and then through a door, up the narrow staircase overflowing with poinsettias and garland to the second floor where the change rooms were located.
“You are going to love what I picked up for you.” Gina grinned, her dark brown Italian eyes glittering with mischief as she unlocked her locker with her key.
A huge shot of nervousness grabbed hold of Roxie and suddenly what had seemed like an exciting idea in allowing Gina to dress her for the Medical Night Before Xmas swinger’s party didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. Suddenly it seemed rather scary to put her trust into such a bold and daring woman like Gina.
“This is what I got for you, hon. You are going to stand out from everybody else, catch Evan’s eye and he is going to be panting all over you and wanting to get into your pants when he sees you in it.”
Yes, another reason she liked Gina. She got straight to the point.
From the locker Gina withdrew a blood red latex jumpsuit with black buckle belt and sexy four-inch heeled sandals. Roxie’s mouth dropped open in shock. First of all it 9
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was medical fetish night not latex rubber night and second of all, would this outfit even fit her? It looked as if it had been made for someone…skinny, and thin she was not.
“I knew you’d like it.” Gina winked and held the garment up against Roxie. “Here, hold it. You are going to look so hot; Evan is going to self-combust. Here’s a sexy Santa Claus hat to go with it and cute little mistletoe earrings.” Gina plopped the green jewelry that truly did look like little balls of mistletoe dangled from small gold hoops, a felt red hat with a bunch of white fluff around the trim and a huge white pom pom on the top of the hat onto a nearby bench.
“Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”
Before Roxie could ask Gina to hang around, mainly because she was a shy chickenshit to be seen in this outfit, Gina had fled the change room as if her ass itself were on fire.
Shit! Roxie swore as she turned her attention to the smooth red suit and her heart beat like a drummer boy beating his drum.
What had she gotten herself into?
* * * * *
Thirty-five-year-old Evan Johnston began searching for the woman of his sexual fantasies the instant he entered the swinger’s club. Rumor had it Roxie would be here tonight and Evan wanted to make sure rumor was fact because if she wasn’t here he’d just hightail back to his solitary farmhouse before tonight’s forecasted snowstorm hit and start his Christmas vacation snuggled up to his three feline companions and two golden retrievers.
Despite the impending bad weather, the swinger’s club was packed. The owners had outdone themselves with the
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