1. Marcy's Playground 1 by loyalsock


    Date: 9/5/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... my car and started to review my day. Nobody creepy. Good pay. Easy job. Nice bosses. And most importantly, I had a ton of time to read. I couldn't see anything bad about it. Yeah, I couldn't tell anybody exactly where I worked or what kind of place it was, and it was a 45-minute drive away, but other than that, it was pretty sweet. I was damn lucky, and I knew it. I had been slightly nervous the whole day. I hadn't been able to hold down my first job, and that was in a regular office. How was I going to hold down a job in a sex club? I didn't know the first thing about sex. Literally. But all I had to do was be friendly and swipe people in. It was actually really easy. Still as I was driving home, I mulled over the weirdness of it all. I always thought that sex was something that couples did in the privacy of their own home. The thought of a sex club was something that was a little hard to wrap my head around. Me? Working at a sex club? Talk about irony. But maybe it was fate. Maybe instead of some big cosmic joke, it was the Universe giving me a...chance. At least I got to read. The second day was even slower. I was able to read over a hundred pages in my novel before it was time to go home. Getting paid to sit and read, what could be better than that? The next day was the same. A few people introduced themselves when they came in, most people didn't say anything. I spent most of my time reading. The fourth day started out the same. I was so engrossed in reading that I ...
    ... didn't hear anyone come up. &#034Good book.&#034 I jumped. And I was staring into a soulful pair of hazel green eyes. Oh my God. The guy. &#034Sorry to startle you; I've read that one. She's one of my favorite authors.&#034 I looked at the book cover. He read Jodi Picoult? Then I looked back at him. I couldn't believe it. He was THAT guy. From my neighborhood. He was the guy with the two big greyhounds. I had never gotten a close look at him before. Looking at his perfect high cheekbones, and the dark brown bangs falling into his eyes, and his strong chin was doing strange things to me. I felt a sort of shimmering between us, but maybe I was imagining it. This was the first guy I sort of recognized, and I wasn't sure what to do. Up close I could tell he was a lot older than I'd originally thought. Gah. &#034Hey, I've seen you walking around my neighborhood, haven't I?&#034 he asked. &#034Mmn-hhm.&#034 &#034I'm Evan.&#034 He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. &#034Marcy,&#034 I said. He stared at the nametag pinned to my breast. &#034I see that,&#034 he said. &#034Well...&#034 I was completely tongue-tied. He seemed so nice! &#034I...ah...&#034 I remembered Mrs. J.'s warning about needing to be comfortable to make everyone feel comfortable. I decided on trying for professional. I smiled warmly, held out my hand, palm up, and he handed me his card. I swiped it. When I handed it back, he raised one eyebrow and gave me a cheesy, wicked grin. I interpreted his Cheshire beam to mean 'I ...
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