Trudie Hewitt stood up and re-adjusted her clothing before lighting a cigarette. She inhaled deeply before slowly allowing the grey plumes of smoke to exhale from her nostrils.
'So you play rugby?' she looked down at the rugged man with whom she had just had sex, 'that's good, I like a strong man ...'. She inhaled again and stared at him hungrily, after she had fed her nicotine needs it was time for round two.
'So do I get the job then?' The man had stood and walked naked to where Trudie had thrown her pack of cigarettes down, he idly took one before lighting it and smoking it.
Trudie eyed him up and down, normally she would not put up with this sort of behaviour from anyone, but he had satisfied her and that was a rarity ... he also seemed unafraid ... something she would work on in time ... but for the moment it was a curiosity, she would enjoy it for a while ... allow herself to indulge in something a little different.
'Oh yes you've got the job', she replied before taking him in her hands, 'so I think that you'd better get on and do it'.
He threw her on the bed and tore off her clothing, the pair of them resembling a couple of wolves feasting on a fresh kill.
6 comments:
he can have a job with me anytime
f**k alan sugar - he's hired!
i am not sure about the way you kepp moving the story from one scene to another. i quite like it but i am not sure if it gets a bit confusing.
what is the capitalchciiks all about?
looks interesting ...
evil
stand up and be counted ... or measured at least!
got his number
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