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Authors: Laura Charles
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Seduction of Steel: The Complete Series
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Table of Contents
Books and Stories by Laura Charles
Books and Stories by Laura Charles
Books and Stories by Laura Charles
Seduction of Steel: The Complete Series
Erotic Inspiration
Author's note: This story is a prequel to the book, Seduction of Steel. The events depicted here take place two years prior to the events depicted in that book.
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“Waitress! Can I
please
get more coffee sometime today? How many times do I have to ask?”
The elderly woman in the ugly polyester pantsuit stood up to get Jessica Steel's attention.
“Yes, ma'am. Sorry for the delay.” Jessica poured the coffee with one hand while holding a tray of meals in the other one.
“About time. The coffee isn't any good, anyway. We should have gone to Denny's instead.”
Somehow, working the swing shift at Freddie's Diner wasn't exactly where Jessica thought she'd be after spending four years and more than a hundred thousand dollars earning her college degree. On the other hand, jobs were scarce in this economy, and Jessica's degree in English literature wasn't exactly the sort of degree that had job recruiters beating down your door. She wasn't exactly sure what it was she wanted to do for a living, but she was absolutely certain that waiting tables at a diner every night wasn't the career for her.
Still, six months out of college, the job was managing to pay the rent and right now, that was better than living on the streets panhandling. The pay wasn't great, but the tips did add up and she did get to eat at work, which helped keep the grocery bills down. Eventually, she hoped to find something better to do with her time.
Sooner, rather than later,
Jessica thought to herself as accidentally dropped a piece of lemon pie in a customer's lap.
“Miss, what
are
you doing?”, the man asked, incredulously.
“Sorry, sir. Let me help clean that up. I'll get you another piece of pie.” Jessica scurried off to find a damp rag and another slice of pie.
I need something better soon. Really soon. Please.
At 2 AM, she got off of work, and headed home. Her roommate, Amber Mitchell, was almost certainly asleep by now. Amber was a cute redhead with a great figure, a steady boyfriend, and a marginally better job. She worked as a barista in a coffee shop and at least was home for dinner every night.
Jessica wasn't sure which she admired more - the fact that Amber had a boyfriend or the fact that she had a job with reasonable working hours. She'd be willing to settle for either one right now. Getting both was simply too much to hope for.
Jessica took a quick shower, changed into some shorts and a T-shirt and got some much-deserved sleep.
She woke up the next morning and went into the kitchen to find a cup of coffee and found Amber playing with a new gadget.
“Morning, Amber. What is that? Some sort of calculator?” Jessica asked while trying to find a clean coffee cup.
“It's a Kindle. You know - the electronic book reader. It lets you take a couple of thousand books with you anywhere you go. Some friends at work have them, and I thought it might be fun to get one. It came in a couple of days ago, and I've been having fun with it. I'd have shown it to you sooner, but you've been working.”
Jessica loved books, of course. After all, she was a literature major. Still, while the idea of taking an entire library with her was certainly interesting, she still liked the idea of holding a physical book in her hands. She wasn't really sure about the whole ebook thing.
What really struck her as odd was that Amber was generally the
last
person she'd expect to be reading books. Amber was sweet, but she was the sort who'd generally prefer to be watching some sitcom or reality show rather than reading a book.
“You? Reading a book? That doesn't sound like you, Amber.” Jessica finally found a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“As a rule, no, I'm not a big reader. But I'm having fun reading erotic fiction. There's a ton of it available online, and some of these stories are hot. I mean,
really
hot.”
“Erotic fiction? Do you mean those Harlequin-style 'bodice rippers'? You know - the hunky guy who saves the life of the chaste maiden and marries her in the end?”
“No. I'm talking about the hunky guy who has hot, steamy sex with the maiden who isn't chaste by any stretch of the imagination. The sex is hot
and
explicit. Let's put it this way - it's a good thing you can read these books using only one hand.”
Jessica laughed. “Interesting. You've got a boyfriend, so why do you need to read explicit sex stories?”
“It just sounded like fun. Sure, it's not as much fun as a boyfriend, but it's a whole lot less trouble. You really ought to give this thing a try and read some of these stories. They're pretty entertaining.”
“Why not? I've got nothing to do today. Do you mind if I borrow your Kindle for the day?”
“Not at all. Here; let me show you how it works.”
Amber gave a quick demonstration of how to use the device and how to read stories on it. Jessica did have to admit that it was easy to use.
As her roommate headed off to work, Jessica sat down on the sofa with her cup of coffee and the ebook reader to see what kind of erotic fiction Amber was reading. She didn't know if she'd have any interest in reading erotic fiction, but on the other hand, she didn't have a boyfriend, so perhaps reading about sex would be the next best thing.
The book that Amber recommended to Jessica was a collection of sexy short stories. “Sexy” wasn't really accurate; all of the stories more or less consisted of wall-to-wall sex and little else. Furthermore, the stories and the characters weren't even remotely believable.
The heroines were insatiably horny girls of 18 to 21 years of age, and all of them were gorgeous, slutty, and had ridiculously improbable figures. The men in the stories were horny, well endowed, and possessed endless stamina.
She started reading a story called
The Horny Babysitter:
Nancy, their babysitter, had just turned 18. She also regularly turned heads. She used to be a little girl with pigtails, but now she'd grown into a fully developed woman...and then some. Frank checked her out from the driveway when he arrived to pick her up. Her ripe chest melons looked like they were going to burst out of her too-tight blouse at any second. Despite the fact that she was only 4 foot 11, her tits had to be at least 34 DD, if not bigger. Her too-short, see-through skirt barely covered her heart-shaped ass, and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her five inch stiletto heels made her luscious legs look six feet long.
Frank couldn't believe his wife had hired Nancy to babysit. As he watched her strut out to his car, his huge ten inch love sword grew rock hard. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he was determined to get his hands on Nancy's sweet pair of massive milkers...
Jessica shook her head, trying to figure out which was worse - the improbable description of the young women in these stories, the badly chosen euphemisms the authors used to describe body parts, or the absurd plots. All of these women, no matter how young or naive, behaved as if they were seasoned sexual professionals with decades of experience.
...
Nancy took all ten inches of Frank's throbbing love pole into her mouth and as he erupted, she swallowed every drop of his salty, creamy man goo. Then they cuddled and watched Sportscenter. Five minutes later she sat up and said, “I need your ten inches of hard love meat, Frank! I must come again NOW.” They had sex six more times that night, and every Tuesday thereafter when Frank's wife was at her sewing club meetings...
Jessica couldn't read any more of this. It was all she could do to resist the urge to throw the ebook reader across the room.
Does Amber really get off to reading this stuff? It's terrible. No, it's worse than terrible. It would have to be ten times better to qualify as terrible.
She read a few more of the stories, and they were all the same. Young women, all built like some teenage boy's fantasy, having insane amounts of sex with boyfriends, stepfathers, football teams, circus clowns, and guys who hired them to babysit, all of whom were themselves exceptionally fit, endowed like horses, and capable of performing eight to ten times a night.
After a while, it became more tiring than arousing, and Jessica decided to spend the afternoon at the mall. When she got home, Amber was there, preparing dinner.
