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A Slave To Politics Part 9
The afternoon sun radiates an intense heat that is only tempered by a brisk sea breeze rolling in from the ocean. The view from the cliff-side pool is simply breathtaking, with the blue ocean reaching out into the horizon, the waves breaking on the soft, white sand shores, and the palm trees framing the vista. Yet my concentration is pulled back to the intense heat radiating from between my legs. For hours now, I have had to bathe in the sun, my body slick with oil and sweat, as the thin fabric of my white bikini soaks through to near-transparency. Exposing for the world the telltale signs of a slut…
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Outsourced
Jimmy cursed, positive CJ Abrams was going to turn him down now. Right now he was supposed to be showing the all-important Abrams his proposal for subcontracting on the man’s newest high-rise. Instead, he was caught in traffic, getting a fucking busy signal every time he called. He’d stayed up late to finish the proposal. If there was one thing Abrams hated, it was people who couldn’t deliver. He also hated people who were late, which didn’t help Jimmy’s case much. He might as well just turn back around, but this job with Abrams was a guaranteed six months of work, and damn if they didn’t need that. Pulling into…