Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... chaotic mess of her apartment and fought with her jalopy. Despite the warmth of the morning, the car sputtered and smoked for several minutes before all cylinders fired, allowing it to idle and run smoothly. Tuning her tinny, static-filled stereo to something with a beat, she sped into work, eager to get there, breaking nearly every traffic law in existence in the process. Her middle finger was in constant use, alerting other drivers of her opinion of their vehicular skills.

Eve, her dark hair wild, her slutty makeup a mask of seduction, arrived early. Aanya and Glen were already there, opening the store, and Aanya unlocked the door as soon as she saw Eve strolling up. She was the only other woman in the place, so Aanya and Eve had an instant affinity toward each other. Luckily, Aanya didn’t complain one bit about Eve being hired as her superior. She managed the store, and Eve managed the boss.

“Good morning, Eve,” she sang out. “You look so beautiful today.”

“Thank you,” she cooed, “Unlike you, I have to work to be sexy.”

Aanya smiled at the compliment, shyly blushing.

“Mission accomplished,” Glen complimented. “You look fuckin’ hot. Givin’ me wood! And, your ass looks spectacular. No panty lines. I could spank that all night.”

Aanya blanched, her jaw drooping. Eve, however, was very used to sexual attention and usually took it in stride. However, Glen’s lecherous tone irked her. Turning around, a malicious expression on her sneering face, Ever faced the ...

... young, handsome man.

“Let’s get things straight between us,” she purred. One of her hands reached out, patting his cock through his too-tight jeans. “I’m into men, not,” she looked down at his bulge and giggled, “little boys. If you talk to me like that again, without me starting it, you’ll be in big trouble, little man.” She patted his shaft, lightly, three times, then removed her hand.

“I’m sorry, Miss Smith. I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just a compliment. Please, don’t report me.”

“Report you? Glen, you do realize that I’m your superior, now, and I can report you or just flat-out fire you if I feel like it. But, I won’t do either. I’ll just break your fucking balls.”

The swarthy athlete gulped. “Noted. Thank you, Miss Smith. I’m truly sorry.”

“One more thing, Glen. I don’t care how suave you think you are. If I catch you drooling over Aanya’s butt or tits one more time, I’ll crush your testicles.”

“Ummm… aah…”

The Indian woman leaned into Eve and whispered into her ear. “I’m sorry, Eve, but I like it. I purposely dress to get his attention.”

Eve laughed at that, smiling at Aanya.

“Never mind that second warning, Glen. Your manager has the hots for you. Take her out for dinner tonight.”

“Oh, my God!” Aanya shrieked, hanging her head in embarrassed shame.

“Really?” Glen smiled, an ear-to-ear grin on his face. “You’re into me, too?”

“See, Aanya? He’s into you as well, because, who wouldn’t be? Now, find out what you two can do about ...