Last Chance - Sex Stories

Last Chance

... is into women? God, I’d love to get in bed with her! Andra sat down heavily, putting her head in her hands. Emily walked over and sat down in a chair in front of the desk, saying, “Maybe you should get a restraining order.” Looking back up, Andra shook her head. “That would just be potential bad press. I just changed the locks and stopped calling him after I threw him out. Now that I’ve told him to go away, he’ll leave me alone.” “You sure?” Andra shrugged. “No, but I have too much to deal with as it is. We have to get a press release out to counter that latest attack ad – quickly. Mattheson is such a scumbag.” “Do you think we should comment on the reports he had an affair? Maybe we need to start fighting fire with fire,” Emily suggested. “No, we’re going to run a positive campaign, no matter what. If anybody asks, we say that we have no comment, and that it’s up to the voters to decide whether they think such allegations are relevant.” Emily smiled, “Okay, get started on that press release then. I’m going to call Joe and see if he can’t put a man in the area to keep an eye out for that guy. I’m not quite as optimistic as you.” Andra’s voice was full of resignation as she responded, “I wish we could have a police patrol to keep all men away from me. All I seem to be able to find are jerks. I’m done with it all. No more men for me. I have too much work to do anyway.” Emily seized the opportunity without even a second thought. “Well, then we’ll have a girl’s night out ...

... tonight. I know the perfect place, and I’ll keep the guys away from you. You need to relax a little. Come with me when we close the office up?” A half-smile crossed Andra’s face. “I’ll think about it. I probably could use a drink or two.” Emily stood up and said, “I’ll go call Joe. Just yell if you need me.” **** Standing next to the hovering Clarence, Ambrosia the muse’s expression revealed uncertainty. “I don’t know. He certainly could use some inspiration, and your idea might work, but he’s not mine to inspire. I don’t know if I like the idea of inspiring someone for reasons other than pure creation, either.” “Come on Ambrosia, every inspiration has other motivations. They want to sell books, songs, win their true love, or something. Nobody creates just to create, really,” Clarence suggested. “You’re wrong,” Ambrosia disagreed. She sighed then, watching Alan stare blankly at his monitor. “It’s so hard to leave him like this, though. Okay, I’ll do it, but you owe me a favor, Clarence.” “Thank you! This means so much to me. I’m going to be in big trouble if I don’t get these two together.” Narrowing her eyes, Ambrosia warned, “Don’t make me regret this.” She then walked over and whispered into Alan’s ear. **** Alan stared at the manuscript in front of him, absolutely nothing coming to him. Maybe I should just scrap this whole idea. I guess I just don’t know enough about politics to really write this. The story was too good to throw away, however. He couldn’t bear the thought of ...