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Watching Him Back Ch. 03

Porter's locker is next to mine. He's that guy nobody really likes because he's a complete douchebag. However, since he isn't into dumb shit like Dungeons and Dragons and he's rich, he's never quite at the bottom of the social tier. We have three classes together but I don't talk to him. I think he's friends with Crispin. "I saw you," he says one day. "Oh yeah?" I reply, because I'm not a complete douchebag. "Where? The mall?" "I live like two blocks away from you, dumbass. I saw you in your car." "Okay." God, I haven't been at school ten minutes and I want to hit someone. "So you and Crispin are hooking up, huh?" I wonder if I look like people do in the movies, when they go all stiff and scared shitless. I try to play it cool. "What?" Porter slams his locker shut and leans against it with a smarmy grin. "You might want to be more careful when you make out with another g...
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Her Witness (A Lesbian Agent)

Perspective: Teresa Cortez She viewed the dry southern community as a stepping stone. A small hitch towards her grand scheme in life. She was a hustler, a survivor. Now she planned to rule this place in her own special way, even while living under federal witness protection. It would be difficult but she knew how to work her charm. And she had the body for it. Teresa spent a lifetime honing her skills on the streets, which later translated into skills used by various organized crime. She primarily ran underground casinos and an escort agency in her other life. To make her comeback, she needed allies. The government had already provided her with a job at the local spa and she befriended her colleagues and customers. None of them knew about the witness protection, of course. All they knew was that she moved there for a 'better life in a quiet setting,' which was technically true. Next she spent what money she had on sex toys, strap-ons, lingerie, makeup, and other beauty product...
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Book Condition: Used

The 8th day of every month I am picked up on the same street corner by the same town car and driven blindfolded to a Victorian style mansion on the outskirts of town surrounded by massive redwood trees. I enjoy the isolation and serene privacy. My outfit is always waiting in the back seat which I change into blindfolded as per my instructions. The leather interior sends a quick chill up my spine as I scramble out of my attire and try to feel around for what he has left for me tonight. I can feel the car swerve as I feel the driver's eyes on my ice cold nipples. If I mention it to him he is likely to replace the driver. I always change as slowly as possible, partially to make the hour drive go by faster, but I know the driver likes when my nipples are hard so I stall and pretend to hunt for the sweater I felt right away. BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP. The town car veers off the shoulder briefly hitting the safety bumps. "Everything okay?" I answer with a fake sense of being startl...
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