1. Marcy's Playground 2 by loyalsock


    Date: 2/3/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    I remember Mr. J. saying discretion was essential. Well, not like I had much to tell. Except about Evan. But who would I tell, Bevvie? No way. She didn't even know the name of this place, and I was sure going to keep it that way. Besides, if I mentioned his name I would probably blush red from my neckline to the roots of my hair. I would never tell anybody this, but he was entering my thoughts pretty often at random times. And they weren't PG thoughts either. Not that I would have any idea what triple X thoughts would be like, but I was definitely into R territory. Oh God, even thinking about that my face started to heat up. A woman of about sixty came up to the desk. &#034Are you all right, dear? You look a bit flushed?&#034 &#034Hot flash,&#034 I said. Really? At eighteen? It was the first thing that came to my mind. Swipe. Thank God she didn't say anything. If there was one thing I learned at this club it's that it is not just for the young or beautiful people. Apparently everybody wants sex. Go figure. I had the weekend off. Hello lake. Hello red, white, and blue bikini. Hello shady tree. Hello beach read. Yeah! Summer. Monday morning I reported back to work at 10 a.m. At noon Evan showed up. A tall, gorgeous man with wavy, dirty-blond hair came in right behind him and clapped him on the shoulder hard enough it made a sound. &#034Evan, you ready to rock and roll?&#034 He laughed. &#034Always.&#034 &#034Hey Marcy,&#034 Evan said. &#034Hi.&#034 Evan looked at the guy. ...
    ... &#034J.L., have you met Marcy yet?&#034 I jerked, and thought I would fall out of my chair. Holy shit he was hot. Like, thousand degree heat wave hot. &#034I haven't had the pleasure,&#034 he said. His voice was deep and resonant. He held his hand out for me to shake. When I touched his palm some essential functions short-circuited. Probably in an attempt to reroute all available energy to my central processing core. The zing felt hot enough that I worried a transformer would blow out somewhere and kill people's air-conditioning in three counties. Yeah. It's hot in here. His eyes were an amazing shade of turquoise, like a harnessed gem of Caribbean ocean boring a hole right through me. He didn't let go of my hand. Evan pulled him away from me. &#034Easy, man,&#034 Evan whispered. &#034She's my neighbor, back off.&#034 &#034Tell me there's more room in that neighborhood,&#034 he said. &#034Can it, you viper. Card.&#034 Evan handed me both of their cards. Swipe, swipe. Evan grabbed the other guy's shoulders and frog-marched his friend toward the doors. His friend was still looking over his shoulder at me. I watched them as they disappeared through the double doors. Scrumptious. Sigh. I looked at the computer. The other guy's name was Jean-Luc. Jean? Oh, it was pronounced sort of like John, but with a slightly soft 'J' sound. It fit him. Kind of exotic and larger than life. There was something about him. A sort of 'it' factor that made me think of superstars, rock icons, and flashing ...
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