Well I’m some 15,000+ words on my latest smut story “Stripper or Nurse?”. No details shared as of yet except it will be one of the hottest stories I’ve ever written. In other words, everybody gets laid even the valet!
But before you say, “Oh, Damn!”, I will share one little excerpt with you:
Excerpt from Stripper or Nurse?
Meanwhile, Foxy drove to the hospital to check on her club’s victim. “Hopefully, I’m not too underdressed and give him another attack,” Foxy told herself. “At least this t-shirt goes almost to my navel and is more than I generally wear.” Her jean mini-skirt and wedge sneakers finished off her almost six foot frame. Her brunette hair was naturally curly and she typically just lightly brushed it, which left it in a soft Afro style. “A 70’s porn star,” as her husband called the look.
She had on her Cub’s t-shirt in honor of their clinching the title after over one hundred years and luckily she didn’t want to deface it, as she would normally do. Generally speaking, she would take a pair of scissors to her tops and give them a look Edward Scissorhands would approve of.
Her braless jugs poked through the cotton material, making it obvious there was nothing holding those puppies in and she was sure Cubs management would not approve of how their t-shirt was stretched out.
Entering the valet section, in her Mercedes AMG SLS sports car, Foxy pulled up to the Wait Here sign and thumbed the door up. The car, with the doors up, was like a bird of prey and Foxy called it the Beast.
She looked up at the valet and caught her breath; he was a perfect beach boy, with a tall-bronzed body and slightly long blonde hair. She turned in the seat and held out her hand, fully aware of the shot he was getting from her long legs and the short skirt.
For a second, she tried to remember if she had put on a thong this morning, not that it made a big difference but she didn’t want to shock this tasty young guy too badly.
She stuffed her iPhone in her back skirt pocket, which caused her breasts to strain against the thin cotton t-shirt. She had a five-dollar tip in her hand but the young boy was fixated on her jugs. Foxy was about a C-cup and never wore a bra, which the young guy seemed to find irresistible.
Finally she cleared her throat, which caused the young god to tear his eyes away from her tits and look up. “How old are you?” she asked.
“If I give you my card, will you call me when you’re legal?”
“I’m legal now,” he replied.
“No, I mean legal to drink. I have some moral standards, which are admittedly low but I don’t want an irate mom bitching at me.”
“Are you for real?” he asked as Foxy touched his arm and squeezed it.
“Call me in a couple of years,” she said and then kissed him on the cheek.
Looking back over her shoulder, she could see that he was standing there transfixed by her ass as she wiggled away. “You still got it!” she told herself as she thought about how the guy would look in her bed after she had tied him to the bedposts. She was sure he had a big cock and the thought of sliding down his pole, made her knees weak.
She is such a slut but I love her! Holy Cow!
“Everything good that has happened to me has happened as a direct result of something bad.”, Harry Caray
Anyway that’s all for now