Mindless Lust

Alison's Erotic Adventures

Book 6
Boruma Publishing

 Alison’s night of mindless lust with her girlfriend in a bar where she once “entertained” seven guys on a busted pool table goes belly-up. The girlfriend is late, and Tommy (an old friend with benefits) walks in with four auto execs. He had hired a duo to entertain them, but they're no-shows. Alison, dressed the part, owes him. She’ll help—for a price. Alison doesn’t do it for free anymore.

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Alison took a deep breath, pushed the doors open and sashayed into the bar, hips rocking. Conversation dropped off as she crossed the room, devoured by fifty sets of eyes.

 

 Her metallic one-piece outfit was almost like a swimsuit. Her cleavage was very prominent, and her legs bare. Three-inch heels completed the come-on ensemble.

 

Fred met her at the bar. He suppressed a smile, a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

 

“Re-visiting the scene of the crime?” he said, wiping the bar.

 

“No, just waiting for a friend. Seen Tommy tonight?”

 

“Nope. What’ll it be?”

 

She swung her behind on the barstool and as she took out her smartphone, it pinged: “In Chicago. Flight delayed 30 mins. Love you!”

 

Alison frowned. Before she could give any thought on how to hold off a horde of horny males, the door opened and four suits came in. Not cheap suits, either, very tailored. The last suit was a tall, angular woman, followed by Tommy, dressed as usual in shabby preppie attire—wrinkled chinos, a faded golf shirt and beat-up loafers.

 

Ten minutes later, Tommy slid onto the stool next to her. “Babe, you look great. Better than last time.”

 

“I’m getting laid regular.”

 

“It becomes you.” He leaned in. “I, uh, got a problem. We need to talk.”

 

Alison smiled and put a hand to his cheek. “But you’re so self-sufficient and manly.”

 

Tommy held his phone up to her. A text message read, “Sorry.”

 

“It’s from ‘Heather,’ you know, with quote marks. My legion of women to soothe the Germans’ souls bailed on me.”

 

“Poor baby. Judging from this motley crowd, it might take you, oh, thirty seconds to recruit a new team.”

 

“Listen to me. This is important. This deal, I mean. Two major German car manufacturers are exiting the warranty repair business. They want to set up an independent company for all warranty work. They’re outsourcing. Allie, I get this deal, and I’ve got it made. I can retire in two years, tops. I’ll be in the Keys bone fishing every day. If I can close this deal.”

 

“Safe to say, your business savvy from fifteen years in the exotic car repair business is enough?”

 

“I wish. They’re Euros. The way you do business with them is, you entertain them. Yeah, I’m the logical guy. But there’s competition.”

 

“What can I do?”

 

“Klaus, Dieter and Wolfgang have been sitting at the table since the moment they came in licking their chops, looking at you.”

 

Alison stiffened. “Wait a minute…”

 

Tommy reached for her wrist. “You owe me one, remember?”

 

“Dammit, I’m not a common prostitute.”

 

“I know that. But you walked in here two years ago, hips swaying, to prove a point. To prove that you could do it—sell your body, make men fight over you, if you had to. That you’ve got the appeal and skills to do it for a living. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you had a good time, didn’t you? Then I whisked you out the back door, took you home, and you screwed me like a teenager.”

 

Alison bit her lip. “My girlfriend’s on her way. I just can’t—”

 

“Yes, you can. You can do it for me. I’ll wait out here for Morgan—”

 

“Moriah.”

 

“Moriah, sorry. I’ll intercept her. Got a picture?”

 

“She’s a dyke. She’ll stick out like a…” Alison jabbed at her smartphone. “Well, this probably isn’t the best…”

 

Tommy pulled the phone out of her hand and tilted it to get rid of the glare. “Yeah, well, the ball gag isn’t very becoming. No tits, but kind of cute. So this is how lesbians do it?”

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Boruma Publishing
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Jul 4, 2016
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16
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9781310249754
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English
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Fiction / Erotica / BDSM
Fiction / Erotica / Lesbian
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 Alison's reputation as a sexual athlete catches up to her—science wants to model her libido for a high-tech sex robot! Her GF, Moriah is next—except for one problem: She's a virgin. The computer model requires P.I.V. experience with at least 4 men. So Alison arranges for GF to be the main attraction at a bachelor's party.

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The customer, in a gray three-piece suit that screamed lawyer, sat opposite the desk as Tommy sank back in his office chair. The guy had picked up his Mercedes the week before. A problem with the front-end job?

Nope. It was about a visit to a crummy east-side bar two years ago. Tommy had set up a gang bang for Alison, his long-time sex buddy. And played traffic cop to make sure the it ran smoothly as seven lucky guys took turns in a back room.

“You probably don’t remember me, but I remember you,” the guy said to Tommy over the blast of pneumatic wrenches. “You ran interference for a young lady who, uh, was entertaining some men on a busted pool table.”

“You a cop?”

“No, one of the customers, although I guess that’s not the right word, since she was free. Highly remarkable, considering how beautiful she was.”

“It might’ve been me.”

“I’m looking for that young lady,” he said and leaned forward. “This is going to sound fantastical, but it’s about an investment. Long story, so I’ll cut to the chase. After you and the young lady left, all seven of us lucky males who had enjoyed her services sat at the bar. We all agreed. She was absolutely, bar-none, the best any of us had ever had.”

“I’ll pass the compliment along.”

“Even Mike, the black guy who gets more high quality sex in a week than most of us get in a year, said she was extraordinary.”

“So?”

“I’m working with a scientific concern that’s developing a sex surrogate using robotics and virtual reality. Know what a sex surrogate is?”

“A woman who has sex for therapeutic reasons, I think. Help guys who can’t get off.”

“That’s right. I’m heading up a venture capital group to get this thing on solid financial footing. The goal is to fully automate a female sexual surrogate using robotics, micro sensors, body imaging and, most importantly, virtual reality. This isn’t going to be a cheap, inflatable sex doll. Or a high-quality silicone corpse that looks great, but just lays there. Using vision goggles, tactile simulators, sound, aroma, and, yes, direct genital stimulation, it’s a system that will respond and even initiate sex with a man. There’s a huge need.”

“That many men can’t get their rocks off?”

“It’s amazing the number of sexually dysfunctional males who need skilled therapy for problems like anxiety, body-image issues and premature ejaculation. Yet skilled, legitimate sex surrogates are scarce. It is, to put it mildly, a niche occupation that’s easily confused with prostitution.”

“Because it is prostitution, right?”

“No, it’s not. Sexual services for pay in a therapeutic situation are not illegal.”

“Dude, I strongly suspect—hell, I know—a lot of hookers who say their work is highly therapeutic.”

The guy held a hand up. “No argument. Regardless, a fully functional sex robot can fill that void. Our team is about ninety-five percent of the way there, but we’ve hit a snag.”

“Something that Alison can fix?”

“So that’s her name. Yeah, Alison can fill a void. We need to profile a fully sexually responsive woman for our computer models.”

“Profile? What’s that involve?”

“Basically, touching herself while hooked up to a bunch of probes and sensors.... In a room lighted with overhead fluorescents and geeks running around with clipboards.”

“In the nude?”

“Of course. It’s a scenario that shuts down the sexual responsiveness of most women…but that's what we need.”

Tommy looked up for the first time. “Alison’s your girl.”

 Alison has a hobby…sex. What’s the saying, practice anything for 10,000 hours and you’re an expert? Alison’s an expert. Alison’s Erotic Adventures II includes books 3,4, 5, and 6 in the ongoing sexual exploits of Alison, a young, gorgeous and sexually adventurous woman who just can’t say no! 25,000 words of nonstop, genre-busting, explicit sex!

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~


“Allie. Don’t do it,” Tommy pleaded, shifting the phone to his other shoulder. “Please. You could get hurt.”

“I’ve been to that bar before. Fred knows me. You’re always so dramatic.”

“Fred’s the bartender. He can’t help you in the parking lot when a half-dozen sex-crazed, laid-off crane jockeys throw you down on the parking lot and start taking turns,” Tommy said. “At the very least, you’ll be picking gravel out of your formerly beautiful backside for the next week.”

“Tommy, Moriah was a cop. She can handle tough situations. Until she gets there from the airport, I’ll stick close to Fred.”

“Does she carry?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what’s she going to do when you two are manhandled into that back room by a crowd of beer-infused rednecks? They might just gangbang both of you on the bar. Worse has happened in that place. Shootings, knifings.”

“Don’t be hysterical.”

Tommy sighed. “Okay, tell you what. I’ll rearrange my schedule. You’ll get there, what, at nine? I’m entertaining three German auto execs, suits, about a very big deal. I’ll take them to Ric’s. They thrive on that kind of shit…slumming around low-brow, knuckle-draggers in sleazy shitholes. They’re Euro-trash snobs who like nothing better than looking down their noses at dumb Americans. I’ve got two hookers lined up for them…real floozies, too, teased hair, gum-snapping whores. Yeah, that’ll work. An evening of cultural hypocrisy topped off by a group bang on that busted pool table.”

“Don’t change your plans for me,” Alison sniffed.

“I won’t interfere with your evening of lesbian bliss. You won’t even know I’m there. I’ll just get some peace of mind.”

“Hey, I got plans for that pool table. Anyway, how are you going to watch over me? Won’t you be banging the whores, too?”

“Nope. I’ve got to babysit the one broad in the group, a suit from Stuttgart. Icy bitch, and that’s saying a lot for a female German auto executive. I’ll be able to keep an eye on you while the male Krauts take their revenge for Dresden in the back room. When’s your girlfriend supposed to get there?”

“Her flight gets in around eight. With baggage and stuff, maybe nine-thirty.”

“From where?”

“Milwaukee.”

“That means she’s got to go through O’Hare. This time of year there’s a good chance the flight will be late. We won’t tie up the pool table for long. A couple quickies is all I’m paying for.”

“You’re overwrought, but I like it when you worry about me. Reminds me of high school.”

“Dammit, Alison, do you have any idea what could’ve happened two years ago if I wasn’t there for that gangbang of yours? You might’ve been torn to pieces, found naked and dead on the side of the road the next morning with a broken beer bottle up your snatch.”

“I owe you one.”

“It might be two after Friday.”

“You’ll buy me a drink, won’t you? Before Moriah gets there?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll push my way through the crowd of horn dogs sniffing at you and say hi.”

After taking seven horny steelworkers on a busted pool table, Alison was ready for something different. She pulled a mashed-up business card out of her purse, the one that she got from the cop she seduced a couple of weeks before. She was a cute female cop who had pulled her over on the interstate just as Alison was about to climax, thanks to her remote-controlled vibrator. The seduction was in an interstate motel—and it was the best sex she had ever had. Now, Alison wanted that sexy cop again. She made the call, and Alison’s new affair kicked off with a long weekend of sex—in a movie theater ladies room, in Alison’s bedroom, in a grocery store, at the mall, with a three-way with another gorgeous woman … you get the idea. Lip Service is 15,000 words of explicit, panty-wetting, woman-on-woman erotica that you won’t forget.

~~~~~  Excerpt  ~~~~~

A peal of ear-splitting thunder echoed throughout the room. The atmosphere felt charged as the sky opened up and heavy splats of rain fell on the stones of the patio outside the glass doors.

Our eyes locked. I moved toward Moriah and ran my finger down her cheek and on to her lips. Her mouth opened and she sucked my finger, twirling her tongue around it.

I slipped a cuff on each wrist and raised her arms. She was just short enough that her hands didn’t reach the ceiling. I ran the rope through the hook and pulled it taut. She stood almost in the middle of the room, her arms stretched high, standing almost on tiptoe.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

I stood behind her as I made a knot on the hook and lowered my mouth to her ear. “Give me a safe word. Give me a word that, when you say it, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and let you go.”

“‘Stop?’”

“No, I want you to be able to say ‘stop’ without really meaning it. Something else.”

“Calliope.”

Her hands now secured above her head, I walked in front of her. Reaching down, I rolled her cotton ribbed sweater up above her breasts, revealing a pretty lace bra. Her eyes widened. The rain was coming down hard, and the room darkened from the storm clouds.

I undid the button on her jeans, slowly lowered the zipper, and pulled her pants down toward her knees. She shook one foot, then the other, sending her slip-ons across the room.

I pulled her jeans off her. All that was left were her bra, panties and socks. And her sweater scrunched up to her chin above her small breasts.

Moriah had a look of wild passion in her eyes as she watched my every move. I left her there and looked around the room for some inspiration.

In the corner were my walking sticks, high-tech poles make of carbon fiber, with rubber-coated tips and leather-wrapped handles with loops that secured them to your wrists while hiking. I picked one up and walked back to Moriah.

She licked her dry lips.

Lightning flashed, followed quickly by the crash of thunder. The fresh smell of ozone filled the air. The excitement was palpable. The atmosphere was charged with electricity, both literal and metaphorical.

After taking seven horny steelworkers on a busted pool table, Alison was ready for something different. She pulled a mashed-up business card out of her purse, the one that she got from the cop she seduced a couple of weeks before. She was a cute female cop who had pulled her over on the interstate just as Alison was about to climax, thanks to her remote-controlled vibrator. The seduction was in an interstate motel—and it was the best sex she had ever had. Now, Alison wanted that sexy cop again. She made the call, and Alison’s new affair kicked off with a long weekend of sex—in a movie theater ladies room, in Alison’s bedroom, in a grocery store, at the mall, with a three-way with another gorgeous woman … you get the idea. Lip Service is 15,000 words of explicit, panty-wetting, woman-on-woman erotica that you won’t forget.

~~~~~  Excerpt  ~~~~~

A peal of ear-splitting thunder echoed throughout the room. The atmosphere felt charged as the sky opened up and heavy splats of rain fell on the stones of the patio outside the glass doors.

Our eyes locked. I moved toward Moriah and ran my finger down her cheek and on to her lips. Her mouth opened and she sucked my finger, twirling her tongue around it.

I slipped a cuff on each wrist and raised her arms. She was just short enough that her hands didn’t reach the ceiling. I ran the rope through the hook and pulled it taut. She stood almost in the middle of the room, her arms stretched high, standing almost on tiptoe.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.

I stood behind her as I made a knot on the hook and lowered my mouth to her ear. “Give me a safe word. Give me a word that, when you say it, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and let you go.”

“‘Stop?’”

“No, I want you to be able to say ‘stop’ without really meaning it. Something else.”

“Calliope.”

Her hands now secured above her head, I walked in front of her. Reaching down, I rolled her cotton ribbed sweater up above her breasts, revealing a pretty lace bra. Her eyes widened. The rain was coming down hard, and the room darkened from the storm clouds.

I undid the button on her jeans, slowly lowered the zipper, and pulled her pants down toward her knees. She shook one foot, then the other, sending her slip-ons across the room.

I pulled her jeans off her. All that was left were her bra, panties and socks. And her sweater scrunched up to her chin above her small breasts.

Moriah had a look of wild passion in her eyes as she watched my every move. I left her there and looked around the room for some inspiration.

In the corner were my walking sticks, high-tech poles make of carbon fiber, with rubber-coated tips and leather-wrapped handles with loops that secured them to your wrists while hiking. I picked one up and walked back to Moriah.

She licked her dry lips.

Lightning flashed, followed quickly by the crash of thunder. The fresh smell of ozone filled the air. The excitement was palpable. The atmosphere was charged with electricity, both literal and metaphorical.

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