Last Chance - Sex Stories

Last Chance

... Andra wasn’t likely to be anywhere near. Picking up his bow and arrow, Clarence considered his problem. He knew Andra would be at campaign headquarters, and Alan would surely be in front of his computer. The only saving grace Clarence had at this point was the predictability of his two charges. He had to get them both in the same place again, in order to pop an arrow into Andra and get the two together. An idea occurred to him, and Clarence smiled. Quickly speeding off, he opened his mind and searched for what he needed – a muse. **** Andra swallowed hard as she turned the corner. Standing right in front of the building where George had set up shop for his campaign was the last person in the world she wanted to see. For a second or two, she contemplated calling the police and waiting until they told him to move along. Shaking her head, she decided to confront him and get him out of her life forever. She wouldn’t have really had a choice anyway, as he spotted her and started walking in her direction. “Andra, baby, I’m sorry. I was an idiot. I was drunk, I didn’t know...” “Go to hell, David. You slept with another woman, in my bed . I don’t care if you were drunk. Just go away. I don’t ever want to see you again.” Smiling, David reached out a hand toward her, “Come on now, you don’t mean that. I found her for us . Remember how we’ve been talking about getting with another woman – about how hot that got you?” Andra’s face flushed red. “Shut up. I said that if that happened, ...

... we’d do it together. Get away from me, you bastard!” “Is everything okay, Andra?” Andra turned and smiled in relief upon seeing Emily standing in the doorway, scowling at David. “David was just leaving – permanently.” Emily put her hands on her hips and said, “He’d better be, because otherwise I’m calling the cops. The city police have endorsed George, so I’m sure they’ll be glad to come right out and take care of this little problem.” David growled, “Fucking bitches. Probably licking her snatch aren’t you, Andra? That’s what your problem is, you’re going fucking lesbo. Fucking sick bitch.” Emily flipped open her cell phone and started to dial. “Fine, fucking lezzie whores, I’m leaving.” David turned and stomped off down the street. Andra sighed and hung her head, praying that nobody inside had heard the conversation, and that there weren’t any of the vultures from the press nearby. If he went to the press, they’d just ignore him, but if they actually heard the exchange, it could be bad for George’s campaign. She’d probably have to resign, and she had no idea how George would survive without her help. “Come on, get in your office and calm down, Andra.” Emily opened the door as she said it, holding it so Andra could walk through. Fortunately, Emily was the only one in the office so far. They crossed the foyer and quickly closed the door to Andra’s office behind them. As Andra moved to her desk, Emily fought to keep her eyes off the redhead’s shapely behind. I wonder if she really ...