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Chapter One
     
    I slammed the phone down after
politely ending my phone call with my customer. I looked up at the
wall of my office at the piece of paper hanging to my left. It
featured a large circle and instructions underneath for reducing
stress.
    The instructions were dirt simple.
“Slam your head into this circle. Repeat as necessary until stress
is relieved, or you are rendered unconscious.”
    I was just about to get up out of my
chair and proceed to the circle for the prescribed de-stressing,
when my cell phone vibrated, indicating that I had a text message.
I looked at the screen and saw who it was from.
    Gabriella.
    “ Oh shit!” I thought as I
read the message.
     
    Parking Garage.
Now.
     
    “ Just great!” I muttered
to myself as I got up from my desk. I walked past the receptionist,
telling her I would be right back. I didn’t expect this to take
long. It never did.
    I grabbed the elevator, hating myself
for the predicament I had gotten myself into. I saw no way out. I
punched the button for the lowest level of the parking garage,
where Gabriella always parked.
    Lost in thought and disgusted with the
situation, I snapped to attention when the door chime indicated we
had arrived at the lowest level of the parking garage. As the
elevator opened, I saw the ass end of Gabriella’s Black Cadillac
Escalade in the far corner. The gentle stream of exhaust visibly
whooshing out of the muffler indicated the engine was running. I
walked toward it. As I closed in, I saw nothing through the tinted
windows. I reached out and opened the door handle for the passenger
side front door.
    “ Back seat,” I heard
Gabriella’s voice say matter-of-factly the second the door
opened.
    I closed the front door, and pulled
open the rear door handle of the Escalade and swung the door
open.
    Then I saw Gabriella. I knew at that
instant that I would be unable to resist her, just like every other
time before.
    Her long blonde hair hung down
straight and layered. Her body was, simply put, made for sin. She
was curvy in every place that a woman should be, and slim and trim
in every place that they shouldn’t be curvaceous. Long hours in the
gym, and a few visits to plastic surgeons had made her body into
the spectacle that caused men to drool at her mere
presence.
    She was clad in a short, black pencil
skirt, with a simple white blouse that made it amply clear she
wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples stood out like a deer caught in
the headlights of an oncoming car. Her legs were long, lean and
tanned, capped by a set of four inch heels that accentuated her
already tall figure.
    Men were drawn to her like a moth to
flame, and I was no exception. From our first time together, I was
putty in her hands. Furthermore, I knew it and so did she. This was
despite the possible terrible consequences, and the friend and
mentor I knew I was letting down badly.
    “ Come inside,” Gabriella
purred seductively.
    “ Hey Gabi!” I said, trying
to sound enthusiastic, but knowing what was in store for me.
“What’s up?”
    “ I just came from that
fertility doctor,” Gabriella told me.
    “ So how did it go?” I
asked, doing my best to feign innocence. This wasn’t my first rodeo
with Gabi. I knew exactly where this was heading.
    “ I hated it. It’s so…
mechanical,” Gabi explained with a pout on her face. “You lay on a
table, with this nurse standing next to you, and this door opens.”
She paused
    “ Then you see these two
arms pass this silver, gun-looking thing through and the nurse
takes it. The next thing you know, this cold thing is shoved up
your nu-nu, and…”
    She stopped. I was glad. This was
getting into the seriously (TMI) or Too Much Information
category.
    As I sat in the seat next to her, I
looked across as she slid the hem of her short skirt up past her
thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her smoothly lasered pussy
stood out like a sore thumb, her lips glistening with moisture
already.
    “ What a surprise!”