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  My stomach dropped so fast I couldn't tell if it was good or bad. I was inclined to run to the screen, but my sense of pride made me walk at a decent pace. I left my toast on the counter. I didn't want to eat anymore. "A pleasant surprise" greeted me from the subject line.

  Ms. Hiring,

  I'm glad to hear that you're not sharing them publicly. That is for the sake of the poor souls who acted much less discrete than myself. You told me not to worry and now I'm only more vexed. What the hell are you doing with them? You think I should persuade you to take me seriously? Even if I didn't help you pick up a menagerie of dicks off the library floor, I still think better of myself than that. Tit for tat Miss Tits and Ass. What gives with the pictures?

  -Maybe an applicant

  Being challenged was unusual for me. It came across especially surprising and sexy coming from him. This stranger had a way about him unlike anyone else. I needed to respond. I wanted to read more of his quick wit. Being challenged turned me on, and he made me laugh. I wanted to know him.

  If I must tell you, and I'm not sure why I must. I am making a scrap book. An honest to goodness collage of bits and pieces. I'm paying homage to the one time I said, screw it' and asked the world for what I wanted with reckless abandon. You're not actually included, by the way.

  -Hiring

  I hoped he would take the bait. My friend had an ego. He didn't suffer anything near the sickening type like Tyler's. I guessed he wouldn't appreciate that last line. I hoped the curiosity would be too much for him to bear. His answer came only a few minutes later. The sound of an arriving email made me nervous or excited. I couldn't tell.

  I find myself equally torn between a desire to tease you and to offer you anything you want. In fact, I'll mock you and encourage you to ask me for whatever you want with reckless abandon. Why didn't I make your book, not exciting enough of a reply?

  -Applicant

  I found myself grinning at his answer. My hands flew to the keyboard to reply.

  Mocking is a natural state of being for you. I won't take too much offense. Are you serious though? Should I ask you for whatever I want? What should I do if I have no idea what I want? Desires can be complicated. You won't be in my book because you are the only person I responded to. Also, because I wouldn't need a collage to remember you and our unfortunate meetings.

  -Hiring

  My stomach settled into the right type of nerves. The idea of reading his next email tantalized me. I kept trying to imagine his face as he read my words. Did I make him laugh like he did for me? I went back to the kitchen to my ice-cold toast. I didn't enjoy it, but I didn't care. I heard the noise I waited for. This time my pride didn't matter. I ran right to my laptop.

  Maybe you're easy to tease. I would prefer you didn't take any offense at all but will settle for not much. I want you to ask for whatever you want even if you aren't sure yet. My sage advice is stop thinking so much, stop worrying so much. You're desires likely aren't half as complicated as you would like them to be. We're all people. You might be surprised what the world is willing to give you if you are willing to ask.

  I didn't expect that. I'm very flattered that you responded to me and that you would remember me. I imagine you had no shortage of people to choose from. I don't remember our meetings being as unfortunate as you seem too. You're quite funny. You're also beautiful and smart, albeit strange.

  -Applicant

  I needed a minute to understand I was angry. That's why my eyes filled with tears. The idea that I was shallower than I thought insulted me. I processed his words and digested the full email. I read the words over and over. I found myself wondering if what he said held virtue. I was a complicated person. I believed that, but were my desires so complicated? If I let go, and didn't try think what did I want? I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to be desired.

  If you had what would you do to me?

  I pressed send before changing my mind. My body tingled with adrenaline and desire. The anger didn't dissipate only morphed into the fuel for this raging libido I was stuck with. I thrilled at the chance to voice my needs to another human being. His answer did not come immediately. That message came across too forward. I started biting my nails. What if he didn't answer me at all? I found myself staring at the computer disappointed and wanting. I decided to take a shower.

  I got naked in my living room and shoved my clothes into my hamper. I walked across my apartment naked trying to make myself strut. My attempt at confidence was unconvincing even without an audience. I was relieved when I got to the shower. The water hot water soothed, but more than anything else I wished someone else washed my body.

  I blow dried my hair and brushed until the tendrils hung perfect and soft. I braided them in two long plaits. I put on a soft pair of shorts and a t shirt. I got into bed with my phone, my email notifications turned on. I was half asleep when the alert came. I was already in a dream and, reality made little sense at first. The subject line read "everything".

  What would I do if I had you? I gather from the tone of your email that you want me to tell you how I would rub every inch of you, how I would kiss and lick you. I would make every hair on your body stand up. Would you like to hear how I would make you cum as many times as you wanted? I would do all that and a lot more if you let me. I would also tell you that you're awkward, endearing, sexy as hell. You're unique and gorgeous. If you were mine, you would know.

  His words made my blood electric. In that moment I needed human connection. Maybe I even needed him. If we were together, I would be naked, laid out on top of him. I did something I never thought I would. With his advice to be less in my head fresh in my mind I started rubbing the soft folds between my legs. I typed back as I worked.

  I'm making myself cum right now to the thought of you doing all that to me.

  His retort came instantaneously.

  Prove it.

  I lost my mind. I couldn't believe my own actions. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I spread myself open. I took a picture, fingers included. I looked over the shot deciding it flattered me. Hell, it was even sexy. I sent it to him. I liked doing what I wanted without worry.

  I guess you're serious. I'm so fucking hard for you.

  I was getting close. I didn't need much these days. The thought of him sitting there with an erection waiting for my orgasm pushed me closer.

  Prove it

  About a minute later I received the perfect answer, a dick pic so striking I would have responded. His penis was long and well proportioned. He didn't possess any extra dimples or imperfections. It had some veins but was not covered in them. He wrapped a strong hand around himself. I imagined him grabbing me with those hands and holding himself as he hovered over me prepared to enter me. I scrolled down and found the text.

  I'm stroking this for you. Will you put me in your dick-tionary now?

  I didn't think I ever felt like laughing so hard so close to an orgasm. He caused me a lot unexpected emotion. I looked at the picture and wondered if he might be close too. I thought of his handsome face crumpled in pleasure. His hard jaw straining as he clenched his teeth and his head tipping back as he spilled his orgasm. My orgasm erupted through me, hard and shaking. God, I needed to get laid.

  You will not be in my dick-tionary, but I will be keeping you in my spank bank. By the way you're pretty fucking great.

  I laid in my bed panting. I wished more than anything that he laid there next to me, on top of me, inside of me.

  Thinking about that pussy is going to keep me up at night. You, miss, are fantastic.

  My eyes fell heavy. I typed out my thoughts as fast as I could.

  No, baby. Go to sleep and dream of me.

  I had fallen asleep when his reply came. I woke up only long enough to read.

  Baby, huh? If orgasming makes you this nice I'll make you cum more often.

  I fell right to sleep. I followed the opposite advice I had given. I dreamed of him.

  6

  I woke in the morn
ing refreshed. I rested better than I did in a long time. Everything around me became sexier somehow. I got out of bed tumbled and went to my computer. I had an email from him sent this morning the subject line read "A rose by any other name..."

  You showed me such intimate parts of you and still haven't told me your name.

  I smiled, noting that he did not include his own name.

  I prefer to maintain what mystery I have left. Isn't it alluring? If you can convince me to meet in person, you'll have my name. I'm sure you can think of things to call me in the interim. That is if you're still interested.

  I got ready for work. His email arrived as I finished up.

  I don't need to convince you. That wet pussy last night told me everything you don't want to say. I'm fine with giving you time, attention, even some patience, but I will not beg, baby. I think too much of myself for that. Even if that perfect pussy hovered an inch above my cock dripping, I wouldn't beg. One of these days I will show that ass who's boss.

  How could he make me want to fuck him in plain black and white text? He made me bold. He made me sexy.

  Are you sure you wouldn't beg? I happen to think very highly of you, but it's dripping right now. It feels so nice and soft and tempting. I don't think anyone would think less of you for begging. The idea of you showing this ass whose boss is thrilling. I might need someone to keep me in line, at least while we fuck.

  I liked kinky stuff in general. I mean, I didn't participate in the lifestyle or anything, but I liked rough sex. A hot guy, smart, and funny willing to fuck me how I liked? There had to be some catch. I started to get used to being turned on all the time.

  I might make a begging exception for you, but only if that's what turned you on. I always want you as turned on as possible. That picture has kept me hard for about twelve hours straight now. Only trying to return the favor. I could keep you in line. Tell me everything you like, baby. Tell me exactly what I can do to you.

  I ground my thighs together trying to temper my riotous reaction. My mind spun with images of the things he could do to me.

  I would let you do about anything to me.

  I left my email alone then, finished getting ready and headed out the door to catch the bus. I thought of him the whole ride. The time slipped by. I found myself surprised when I arrived a block from work. When I walked in Tyler stood near the door. I all but ignored him as I thought of my friend. I mumbled a few words that I thought fit his query and went on my way.

  I was at the point in the job where I was comfortable. In a place like this, that translated to bored. The position wasn't unusual enough for me. I had no interest in the workings of an online college. I didn't have interest in working in a college at all. This was only a matter of opportunity. This set in over the last week or so. That compounded with the fact people were acting odd toward me. Their eyes were on me as I walked through the office to my little make shift desk.

  A few days went by since the incident with Tyler. He talked to me a few times since then. Each attempt was strained and awkward. I wished he wouldn't try again, the weird behavior started off small enough. I thought a couple of girls stopped talking when I walked in the room.

  Then I heard some whispers as I walked by and then more. My crochet friends ignored me at lunch. By the end of that day I was positive something must be wrong, but I couldn't tell what. I took my time realizing the culprit. After all, he did continue to talk to me. He pretended to be a nice guy or something. I didn't find out until a few excruciating days later what people were whispering about.

  I walked into the break room unnoticed. Two of my male coworkers were talking back by the refrigerator. "...and like that" He snapped his fingers. "she fucked him!" I heard the one guy say. About that time his friend saw me standing there. He threw out his hands trying to stop a crash. "first date and all, what are you doing dude?" The guy continued clueless. His friend tried so hard to convey the message he looked like he was in pain. There were several of the women from the office standing around listening. I didn't care. I was out of the door.

  I told myself not to panic. He lied. This would blow over. No one would believe him. Why would they believe him? The whispers only got louder though. The talking and pointing became more obvious. At first, I thought the best solution was to ignore them with practiced stoicism. After about a week of living like Hester Prynne I started trying to defend myself.

  I told anyone I could he lied. What he said never happened. Everyone seemed to believe me to my face. They were kind and sympathetic, but fake. Things only got worse. The lie held more entertainment value than the truth. My misery gave them a renewed sense of community. The women who promised to teach me to make hats and scarves looked at me like scum. Why any of them cared so much, I couldn't guess.

  I returned to my reclusive nature. I went to work and did my best to tune them out. I stopped answering my dirty friend's emails. The thought of sex didn't seem fun to me anymore. I couldn't imagine what I would endure if they heard about him. It's silly to care what people think, right? What about what you think? What about when gossip is so pervasive you start to believe something must be wrong with you? I didn't do anything physical with Tyler and nothing wrong. Still, I was disgusted with myself.

  Friday of week two I decided to talk to the office administrator. I explained to her how I went on one date with him. I didn't sleep with him. He lied about me to the entire office. I was being ostracized and bullied. She told she was sorry for me but couldn't help me. No one said anything to my face. No one directly did anything to bully or threaten me. There was no recourse for being passive aggressively pushed out by your coworkers.

  I wanted to quit but my savings didn't amount to much. The idea of looking for a new job seemed impossible. I thought no one would want to hire me. From where I stood everyone in the world held stock against me. I mentioned that I have a tendency toward the dramatic. I'm sensitive and often too affected. The experience might not have been such a big deal to someone else. It was for me.

  I started dressing down. I avoided anything form fitting or colorful. I neglected anything that would draw attention to me. I hoped if I looked like a sack of potatoes my former "friends" would stop calling me a slut. All the while Tyler went on about his life, the hero of the guys. He banged the new girl. He would smile at me and wave. I would turn away my blood boiling. The injustice could drive me insane.

  I started calling out too much, desperate to not have to deal with them. The office administrator was unhappy but seemed to swallow my stories. She didn't believe me, but guilt can be a serious motivator. She seemed sympathetic when she'd told me she couldn't help. I bet she was as bad as the rest of them. She probably talked about the office slut, to her friends and family members.

  On my impromptu days off I wanted to visit the library. I wanted to sit in the closest thing to my happy place. I couldn't go though. There was a slim chance, but I could run into my handsome friend again. I was not ready for that. My head didn't even come close to the right place. I thought of my time at city hall and wondered if I would ever be that comfortable again.

  My life became wild, spinning out of control. I had a tough time dealing with not having achieved anything. I didn't need some amazing life. I would have settled for stable and respectable. That sounded like a dream compared to what I had. I wanted a family. I didn't feel like being in love but being alone became less bearable by the day.

  I couldn't stop thinking about my friend even when I tried to. I tried so hard to forget about him I thought of pretty much nothing but him. His sculpted face would intrude on my thoughts at regular intervals. His expression shocked, annoyed, amused, all the ways I saw him. Thoughts of his naked body haunted me. A strange mix of desire and pain pulsed through me.

  My entire life added up to a mountain of things that needed changing. Contemplating all the ways I could improve exhausted me. I wracked my brain trying to think of some worthy pursuit. There must be something I wanted. I questioned my priori
ties, my motives. How are you supposed to decide what's worst when everything is wrong? I had been tasked with sorting different tones of gray. Which mix of light and dark is correct for a person?

  I thought about being a kid. I didn't want to be anything even then. Left alone to read books for hours is not a paying career path. More than anything I wanted an escape to a different world. I could read and let go of everything. Those stories allowed me to be free. Freedom didn't constitute a paying career path either. I sickened myself. Something wrong took root inside of me.

  The morning things finally changed I sensed something off before I even got up. The mood inside my dream differed from the last weeks. I had hope. I got ready for work. I did my makeup and my hair. I put on something that made me look professional and sexy. I went to work holding my head high. I didn't do that since before my horrendous date.

  When I walked in everyone stared. There could be any number of reasons why, what I wore, my presence, or the attitude I exuded. They stared more intense than normal. Everyone completely abandoned tact concerning me. They could sense something interesting to talk about coming. Then I heard him. Tyler stood in the corner chatting with a group of people. They were staring in wait of my reaction.

  Everyone saw me approaching but him. "...plain horny that girl, a real freak. I would bet she'd do all you at once." He waved his arms to emphasize how many of them I would apparently do. I strode over to him with supreme confidence. "I never fucked you Tyler."

  He looked back over his shoulder and gave me an unsurprised look. He looked me over. His gaze was unsettling. "I got an upset stomach halfway through the date. What kind of a man needs to lie about a woman sleeping with him when she's sick? Are you that pathetic?" He faced me now. His face was red and outraged. The audience surrounded us, full of women many of who pretended to be my friends. Their faces were a mix of shock, disgust, and excitement.

  "You are an insufferable, lying, conceited twat. I pity the woman stupid enough to wind up with you." My voice rose loud enough for everyone to hear me but calm and level. "I hope your dick falls off." I turned to face the rest of them gesturing around the room. "And the rest of you? You're terrible people. You can go fuck yourselves right along with that guy." I pointed in the face of said guy.