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Tapping on this keyboard, I see all these numbers flash upon the screen, and I know that there are more coming every minute. I only took this job because I wanted to have something to make money while I was going to college.

However, I began to see the money as something that I coveted, and I soon found myself working in the same surroundings for over three years. I was so close to getting my doctorate, but I still wasn’t sure if this was the correct path for me.

My life has never been more full with work, and I really didn’t have anything outside of the office going on. That wasn’t an issue though, as I was still a little shy around people as it was.

I guess I always thought that I didn’t have what it took to attract a man, even though I had noticed a few looking at me from afar. I keep myself in shape at the gym, and that is the only place that I show any form of skin in public. I wasn’t a prude in any sense, just your average timid cat.

“There is a phone call at the front desk for you Wendy, and please make it quick as you know how Tabitha hates personal calls.”

I couldn’t even fathom to guess who might be on the line as my parents had already passed away when I was very young, and I was an only child to begin with. My aunt, who had taken me in had also succumbed to a fatal disease, leaving me alone at the ripe age of 18 to fend for myself a few years back.

I had always been somebody that had the ability to land on her feet, and I learned early on that you could count on nobody but yourself so I didn’t have many close friends. When I picked up the phone, I got a rude awakening from a blast from the past.

“Wendy, I’m coming to town for a couple of days to visit, and I’m going to take you out and show you the time of your life.” At first I didn’t know who was speaking on the other end, but then it dawned on me that it was a girl that I hung out with back in high school.

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She was always trying to push me into things that I didn’t want to do, and now here she was, coming to town to try and do the same thing all these years later.

“I imagine that you will want me to stay over at your place, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She had put me on the spot, and I wasn’t given the chance to say no.

I worried about her staying with me, but I thought I had enough time to think of an excuse to put her in a hotel. Before long, the whirlwind known as Amy came into my condominium, looking like she was a street walker on the hunt for some wild sex. She had on a leather skirt that was blood red, and a black bustier that overflowed with her mammoth mountains.

“No time for pleasantries, as I have a taxi downstairs waiting for us.” Her long blonde hair was a perfect contrast to my dark locks, and I was soon taken out of my element and into a nightclub that was pumping with music that deafened my ears.

I didn’t even have a chance to change my outfit, which consisted of the little black dress that I usually wear around the house while reading my books.

Luckily, the always ‘prepared to party’ Amy had a tiny shimmering dress in the depths of her bag, which she threw to me and told me to put on.

Far from my comfort zone already, and now wearing a smaller than small sparkling dress to draw attention to my meek self, I had no idea what the night would hold.

Amy was the one that ditched me for the ebony God with a bald head that shone brightly underneath the lights almost as soon as we’d arrived. I saw her making out with him in the corner and rubbing his obviously huge cock through his pants. Then she disappeared with him.

I decided to go to the bathroom and freshen up, and figured that hopefully I could make a discreet exit without her realizing I was gone.

I opened the door, and went over to the sink to apply some more makeup, when I saw behind me a young man that had to be all of 22, completely unconscious. I could see the tell-tale bulge in his pants of someone having some hot dreams, and for some reason my mind began to work overtime.

Nobody was around, and I began to feel this need to go into that stall. Moving cautiously and quietly over towards him, I went inside and closed the door behind me…

He had shaggy blonde hair that fell loosely over his eyes, with his shirt already undone and a pair of lipstick marks on both of his nipples. It was pretty apparent that he was getting busy was someone not long before, but was too drunk to consummate the exercise.

His fly was undone, and I could see a brief peek of his pocket rocket through the zip.

Biting the bottom of my lip, I reached out with one hand and pulled his cock out, so that I could see it in living color. It had to be 9 inches long, and I could barely reach my hand all the way around its thickness….