Speaker 1: Welcome to Sexy Stories after dark. Ah. My life the
last several months had become one long groundhog day loop
morning coffee, feed the cat, go to work, a twenty
minute drive home, where the biggest decision of my day
was which drive through to hit for dinner. I'm forty two,
dental hygienist, small office, small town brunette, with a great
figure that I have to fight to keep. I used
to be a happy housewife. Not anymore. My loser ex
husband of eleven years, the city's finance director, real stand
up guy, got his hands caught in the cookie jar
and his dick in the mayor's secretary. Apparently she was irresistible.
That's what my friend said. Anyway, like that was supposed
to make me feel better. Either way, I had to
move out and go back to work. Major bummer. The
practice is run by a husband and wife team, nice people,
cushy schedule four days a week, a couple of Saturdays
for families. Tuesdays though, just me, cleanings X rays, quiet,
usually boring as hell. That Tuesday started like any other.
I was in early setting up, halfway through unloading the
sanitizer when I heard the back door swing open. Good morning, Danny,
the secretary called out, way too cheerful for that hour.
Donuts perfect, I muttered, fighting the urge to take one.
Danny was twenty six, somehow, still single, and built like
she'd just walked off a college volleyball court. Blonde, long legs,
bright smile, the kind of girl people notice when she
walks into a room. And she knew it. Thing was Danny,
to the upset of all mankind. Wasn't into guys. She
was into girls. And the little pervert would always make
comments about some of our clients with fortunate features. Check
her out, she'd whisper, that's one girl I'd give an
oral exam to. Danny was a dirty girl in a
clean cut, preppy package, and her filthy language was infectious.
I'd even join in with it at times. It sure
did make the day go faster. Trust me, when we
were together, Tuesdays were never dull. By seven twenty five,
I was at the front desk, pretending I wasn't eyeing
the doughnuts. Danny was scrolling through the schedule. Charlie Garcia.
She said, that name sounds familiar, you know him, doesn't
ring a bell. I'll grab info when they get here,
you can wait in the back, she paused, Oh and
ore eight fifteen rescheduled, so you've got time. That's when
we heard it, a car door closing. We both looked
up out through the front window and I felt my
stomach drop. Oh my, Danny whispered, yeah, that about covered it.
Walking toward the door was not what I expected, not
even close. Tall, long, dark hair, skin like it had
been airbrushed by God himself, confident without trying, runway model
legs and snake eyes that could hypnotize you with a
single gaze. Charlie Garcia wasn't a he. Charlie Garcia was
very much as she My breathing picked up, My skin flushed,
that strange electric awareness you get when your body reacts
before your brain catches up. I'd never swung the other way,
but with Danny's dirty dialogue, I'd sure done a lot
of thinking about it. Jesus, Danny muttered under her breath.
You can say that again, I said quietly. Charlie stepped inside,
and just like that, the room changed. Hi, she said,
in a European accent. I'm Charlie. I had the seven thirty.
Sorry I'm a little late. Her voice was calm, easy,
like she had no idea what she did just by
walking into a room. I tried to respond, what came
out was something, yeah, no problem, happens all the time,
whenever you're ready, your mouth my office. I tried to
be funny, but all that came out was cringe. Fuck.
I felt forty two in that moment. Smooth, real smooth.
I led her down the hallway, aware, painfully aware of
Danny trailing behind us, doing a love heart with her hands,
rolling her eyes like she was halfway through an orgasm,
then silently laughing. That girl never took anything seriously. But
as we both glanced down at Charlie's slim, sleek legs,
we both raised an eyebrow at one another. This woman
was hot, seriously lucky, she said as she nodded at
Charlie as she walked in. I shut the door in
Danny's face as she said, rude. That girl. Charlie settled
into the chair like she owned it, relaxed, comfortable. She
was wearing a black vest, her nipples pointing through a
black skirt that hiked up too high as she sat down,
and I had to actively stop myself from staring professional
be professional. I busied myself with tools, prep anything to avoid.
Just looking at her didn't work. A shift in the mirror,
a glimpse of skin, the curve of her waist as
she moved her almond eyes, blinking slowly, and when she
opened her perfect mouth for me, fuck. I folded my
lips as I worked on her. Maybe Danny had a
point about not being straight. This woman was something else, Jesus.
I told myself to focus. This was a patient, a job,
a normal Tuesday. But it didn't feel normal anymore, not
even close. You look nervous, Charlie said. Halfway through her
clean me. I exclaimed no, calmly, smoothly. She said, Oh,
I thought you were getting all heated up, just like
your little blonde friend through there. When I walked in,
I didn't know what to say. This woman was cool
and in control. If your little friend wants to fuck,
all she has to say is she wants to fuck,
Charlie said, coldly. I breathed out heavily in a long,
slow jutter. Sex is sex, She smiled, fully, in control,
And all I did was try to go back to
cleaning her teeth, Awkward and flustered. At the end of
the session, Charlie went to the door, eyed me up
and down and said, offers there to you too, if
you like to fuck. I couldn't believe it. By the
time she left, I was completely off, couldn't focus. I
wouldn't think straight. The drive home, I sat there in traffic,
gripping the wheel, replaying every second of that appointment. I
tried to forget about it, except it didn't go away.
The feeling stuck followed me, sat with me all week.
I felt like she had called my bluff. All that
talk with Danny about what she'd do to our hot clients,
and when push came to shove, I stood there gulping
air like a fish out of water. Then I did
something I probably shouldn't have. Hey, I said, casually on Friday,
leaning on the counter, can I grab Charlie's number from
the file? Just need to schedule follow up imaging. Danny
gave me a look, said data protection, I shouldn't share
personal information out Willy Nilly then punched up Charlie's details
on her computer screen and said, don't do anything I
wouldn't do, and went for a coffee break. I made
the call later that afternoon, kept it professional, simple, Hey,
this is the hygienist. We'd like to get some X
rays on file. Tuesday's work best for us. A pause,
then the hygienist she let out a laugh. Sure, do
I need X rays? Or is this an excuse to
look in my mouth? I said nothing, held my breathing steady.
Book me in, she said seductively. That was it set.
Tuesday morning came around faster than it should have, and
this time I was ready. Danny clocked it immediately. My
outfit and makeup, Oh wow, she said, looking me up
and down. What's the occasion? Nothing, I said, too quickly.
She smirked. Sure, then she checked my appointments, smirked and said, bitch,
I ignored her. Under my white lab coat, I wore
white thigh hies with a black garter and a tiny
red thong. I wore a push up red Demi bra
that lifted my tits. I couldn't remember the last time
I felt this sexy. Oh my, said Danny, taking it
all in really looking at me. Loved the stockings and pumps.
Very hot. You've got a naughty nurse kind of thing
going on. I sat in the waiting area directly in
front of the front door. Then I saw her car
pull in. I took a breath, played it cool. The
door opened morning, she said, holding those hypnotic eyes on me.
But this time I didn't get awkward, didn't let her
win the power struggle she created. Then I unfolded my
legs just enough to flash the red lace underneath. She
didn't react at first, just stared between my legs with
her steely gaze. Then a filthy smile flashed on her face.
Come on, I said, let's go and see about those
X rays. I reached out a hand and clutched her
fingers firmly in mine, and led her to my room.
I heard Danny say fuck me in astonishment. That was good.
That spurred me on. I pushed her through the door
into the chair and stood over her, ready to pounce
on my prey. I have to say, you are a
very attractive woman, I said, in my sexiest voice. She
smirked that same cocky smirk as before. You're not bad yourself,
she said, silkily. Not bad, I said, slanting my eyes.
Then something tightened in me, something reckless. I just stood
there looking at her. She tilted her head slightly, studying me.
I stepped closer, close enough now that she had to
look up at me. A pause. Then I leaned in
close enough that she could feel my breath. Still. Think
you're running this, I said quietly. Her lips parted slightly,
not answering, not backing down. Good. Then something snapped in me. Yeah,
I muttered, almost to myself. I didn't think, so it
was time to show this cocky euro bitch who was
in control. I ran a finger from her lips down
into her massive cleavage and tore her top and braw open,
making her tits fall out. I looked deep into her
with begging eyes. How about we skip those X rays
and I examined these, I said, with gritted teeth. I
leaned in and began to lap her nipples, making them
go hard with my touch. I heard her moan slut
That made me smile as I lapped at her tits
and looked up into her eyes. Like that, I said,
in between each dirty lap, like me licking these fucking things.
I pulled away from her nipples for a moment and
we looked into each other's eyes. Say you like it,
I demanded. She went to say something else, anything but
the answer I wanted in her condescending tone. I twisted
her right nipple and she let out a little yelp.
I licked the nipple better said say it. I like it,
she purred. Then we kissed violently. I ran my tongue
over her perfect teeth and then clamped my lips on
her tongue, sucking it from her mouth. I heard her moan. Fuck.
I was in control now. I went to her neck
and she groaned, raised her hands over her head. I
straddled her, ran my hands from her stomach to her
perfect tits up to her face. I loved cock, but
this bitch was a whole new playground. Danny knew what
she was talking about, being obsessed with hot whores like this. Fuck.
I'm going to do what I want to you, I
whispered into her ear. And you aren't going to say anything.
Charlie went to speak, and I slapped her hard across
the face. Her mouth opened in a moment of shock,
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