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Authors: Stephani Hecht,Amber Kell

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Table of Contents

Title Page

We dedicate this book to our wonderful husbands who support our work by doing all those little things that fall to the wayside while we’re off in our imaginary worlds.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

About the Authors

Sometimes second chances are right in front of you.

 

 

When Oliver needs a job he finds himself turning in desperation to his friend Lane who is opening a new business. Never mind that it's a phone-sex operation and Oliver blushes even at the thought of having to talk dirty to strangers. He needs work too badly to pay off medical bills that left him forever injured and his lover dead.

Lane has been attracted to Oliver ever since he first met him, so when the man comes to him asking for employment, Lane is eager to hire him. Not only will he be helping a friend out, but it will give him a chance to get to know Oliver better. But, as the two grow closer, Oliver's past continues to haunt him. Will he be able to get past his guilt of finding new love or will he lose Lane forever?

 

 

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

Oliver’s Online

Copyright © 2013 Amber Kell and Stephani Hecht

ISBN: 978-1-77111-527-8

Cover art by Martine Jardin

 

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Oliver’s Online

Porn Series Two

 

 

By

 

 

Amber Kell and Stephani Hecht

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We dedicate this book to our wonderful husbands who support our work by doing all those little things that fall to the wayside while we’re off in our imaginary worlds.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

Wanted: Waiter-bartender, must be able to work long shifts behind bar. People skills and experience a must.

Well, that one was out of the question. That named off every qualification Oliver didn’t have. He sighed and clicked on the next job, only to find that one didn’t look any more promising than the previous twenty job offerings.

Damn it, but it shouldn’t be this hard to find employment. Whoever said the economy was on an upswing hadn’t had him in mind.

He shoved his chair back from the cheap kitchen table and rubbed at his aching leg, wishing—not for the first time—that it was healthy again. That he’d never gotten into the accident. The one that had not only left him partially handicapped, but had taken…

No! He couldn’t think about that now. It would only send him into another bout of depression, and that was the last thing he or his roommates needed. Actually, they were more than just roommates, as Patrick and Ronnie were his closest friends, but they’d all but saved his life after the accident.

It’d been them who’d helped him get him back on his feet, both literally and financially. Now it was time that he paid them back, and the first step was getting a job.

The hard part was finding one that would accommodate his handicap. Thanks to the accident, he’d never gone to college, so that only left menial jobs, and most of those involved standing on his feet several hours a day. Something he couldn’t do.

The front door opened, and he looked up, expecting to see one of his friends returning from work. When he saw Becca instead, he wasn’t too surprised. Becca was the niece of Patrick’s boyfriend and liked to drop by unexpectedly. Despite the fact that she often criticized Oliver and his friends, she had managed to worm her way into their hearts with her quirky ways. She and Oliver, in particular, had grown close.

She marched inside dressed in her usual luxury attire, from the five thousand dollar shoes to her purse that cost more than two months of Oliver’s rent. She wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a sweater that looked as if it had been painted on. Her raven hair had been pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her dog Poochkie was tucked under her arm.

“How did you get in here? You don’t have a key.” Oliver demanded by way of greeting. Dropping by unexpectedly he could handle, prancing in without an invitation—one step too far.

“You left the front door open,” she said breezily. “You know you really shouldn’t do that. I saw it on an episode of
Dateline.

“I don’t even want to hear about it.”

Oliver knew without a doubt that she would relish in telling him all the gruesome details, and then he would be jumping every time he heard a bump or a thump outside of their apartment. She enjoyed telling him horrible tales of what would happen if he didn’t follow her safety advice. Whenever the news announced a crime within ten miles of their apartment, she always sent Oliver a link to the article and a warning. Now he didn’t dare walk around his own block for fear of someone jumping out of the bushes.
Thank you very much, Becca, for that little tidbit.

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I won’t tell you about the couple who left their door unlocked and how a gang came in and murdered them in their sleep. Are you happy now?”

Oliver held up a hand. “Why do you do this to me?”

She gave him an exasperated look. “Because I love you, and I have to look out for you. You need to be safer, sweetie. Leaving your door unlocked is not a good idea.”

Oliver realized she had a point. Besides, he could yell, argue, and demand until he was blue in the face, and she’d never give up. She did love him, and, in her own odd way, this was her taking care of him.

“I’ll call the security company my uncle uses and have them install a system. We can go out to lunch while they’re here,” she announced as if she had the right to do whatever she wanted to their apartment.

Oliver shook his head. “We can’t afford the monitoring. Besides, I have other things to do today than hang out with you.”

“Like what?” She laughed like it was completely ridiculous to have anything planned without checking with her.

“I’m looking for a job.”

“Why would you want to do that? Jobs are for boring people. They certainly aren’t for individuals like us.”

Oliver paused, fingers mid-typing. His mouth dropped open as he realized Becca viewed him as a shallow, non-working, living-off-others, party-person like her. Dear God above, how had he allowed himself to fall so low? It was a wonder Patrick and Ronnie hadn’t kicked him in the ass a long time ago.

“I’m nothing like you,” he retorted, his voice raising an octave.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She put a hand on her hip. “I hate to break it to you, bud, but you are only a couple thousand dollar wardrobe away from being just like me. All you need is better fashion sense and a good haircut, and we could be twinsies.”

“That’s it. I’m getting a job for sure. Then I’m paying back everybody who helped me out with my medical bills. I refuse to be a mini-Becca.”

He scowled at her before turning back to the computer and beginning his job search again. Maybe he’d overlooked something he could qualify for. Becca circled around to read over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Poochkie jumped out of her hold and made himself at home on top of the table. The dog sniffed around a bit, before it went over to Oliver’s cereal bowl and began to eat the contents.

“That dog sure does eat loud for as small as he is,” Oliver groused.

“Shhh…you’ll hurt his feelings,” Becca admonished.

“Here’s one for an office assistant,” Oliver said.

“Yeah, but you need a bachelor’s degree, which you don’t have.”

“Shit.”

“Why don’t you just ask my uncle if he has a spot for you at his company? I’m sure he’d hire you.”

“I’m sure he would, too, but I already owe him so much to begin with. I don’t want to take any more charity from him. It wouldn’t be right.” Oliver sighed as he scanned more ads and found nothing. “Besides I’m not exactly porn star material.”

Even Patrick only worked part time for his boyfriend Vance. The movie producer had limited jobs behind the camera and as far as Oliver knew, they were all taken.

She let out a huff. “Sometimes your morality is such a bummer.”

Poochkie had moved on to Oliver’s glass of milk. The little precious was making a mess, leaving behind large droplets of liquid all over the scratched and dented surface.

“Isn’t he such a little darling,” Oliver declared through clenched teeth.

“Be nice,” Becca chided. “Poochkie loves you.”

“Lucky me,” Oliver said in a dry voice.

“You should consider yourself lucky. If he didn’t like you, he would have taken a bite out of your balls a long time ago.”

Oliver found himself putting a hand over his groin, even though the dog from hell was nowhere near them. How something so cute and innocent looking could be so vicious was a mystery to him, and he wasn’t talking about the dog.

Becca tapped the screen with one perfectly manicured nail. “How about this one.”

Oliver looked over his shoulder at her in annoyance. “It’s for a shot boy at a gay club.”

She gave him a wide-eyed stare. ‘Well, you are gay.”

“I am not running around in a pair of boy shorts and letting guys feel me up,” Oliver protested.

“Why not? It sounds like fun to me.”

“That doesn’t surprise me, but it’s still out of the question. My leg would never let me walk and stand for that long.” He didn’t mention the thought of being groped by total strangers made him queasy. Becca wouldn’t consider that pertinent.

She sighed and looked over the ads some more before pointing to another one. “How about this one?”

“A florist? I don’t know anything about that.”

“I thought all gay guys were good that kind of thing?”

“Are you trying to be insulting? Or do these things just pop out of your mouth naturally?” he asked.

Becca grinned. “Usually, they just pop out. My uncle says I don’t have a mouth filter.”

“Do they sell them on
Amazon
? Because if so, you need to pick one up ASAP. Hell, I’m sure Ronnie and Patrick will pitch in to help me buy one for you.”

She popped him on the back of the head. “Is that any way to talk to your best friend?”

Rubbing away the hurt, he asked, “Since when have we been best friends?”

“Since I decided you annoy me less than most people.” Becca’s logic stunned him.

Oliver didn’t know if he should be pleased she liked him or give into the terror coursing through him and try to run for safety. He decided giving in would be easiest.

“Okay, just promise that you’re not going to make us get matching tattoos, and I’m good with that,” he said.

“Fine, I’ll tick that one off my bucket list,” she drawled. “I was planning on getting matching doves, but not if you’re going to be a spoilsport about it. They were going to be on our ass cheeks, too.”

Oliver couldn’t help but laugh at that one, Becca might be a brat, but she did have her funny moments too, which is why he put up with all her crap. She also had no problem with getting in his face and yelling at him whenever he got into one of his funks. One time, she even slapped him in the face and gave him the classic
snap out of it
line. She almost said it as good as Cher.

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