The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative
Millie Dynamite
The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative
An Erotic short story in
“Millie’s Vast Expanse”
By Millie Dynamite
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© Copyright 2016 by Millie Dynamite
Published by Red Kitty’s Publishing
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NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic sexual nature. By reading this eBook, you assert that you comply with your local or state laws. This book is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons whether living, deceased, actual events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
You are traveling through Millie’s Vast Expanse – a land of seductions filled with tender, loving ecstasy or affairs of brute force where plunder and murder walk hand in hand. A place where wrongs are perpetrated with relish and revenge is extracted in a primeval frenzy. The Expanse is as broad as your imagination and as deep as your lust. Filled with adultery, fornication, brutal betrayal and occasionally tender mercies. In one long stretch of the Expanse is a particular place and time where misogynistic bosses use coercion and fear or seduction and inducement to have their way with their female employees.
He’s an aggressive man who got to the top with cunning and stealth. He hunted and trapped his prey in such a shrewd way they become willing participants in their abuse. He enjoys his female employees as playthings, taking from them what he wants, giving them in return only what he must. Afterward, he abandons them to their ordinary, mundane, mind-numbing existence. It is the 1980’s, in a place called America, greed is good, but power is better. Cruising at 30,000 feet your descent begins into Millie’s Vast Expanse. Buckle up – it’s going to be a tumultuous journey.
The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative
By Millie Dynamite
“The hair – They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... and just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips – and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits! Whoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya... Like secret searchlights. Mmm. And legs – I don’t care if they’re Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What’s between ’em – passport to heaven.” Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Scent of a Woman (1992)
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Years have passed since those wonderful hours of my indiscretion, that cruel betrayal of our wedding vows, the shame burns inside even today. And yet, such a sweet memory often invades my thoughts, and I become cloaked in a haunting sentimental desire to replicate that wonderful experience. Often, I become melancholy, filled with a powerful longing to recreate those adrenaline-charged hours of erogenous ecstasy. I can only regain my equilibrium by indulging myself with a conscious, waking dream of the whole exhilarating affair. After, comes the guilt and the shame. My betrayal of my dear sweet, husband hurts me – I hunger so to confess to him and beg for forgiveness, but I keep it to myself. For I alone fell from grace, therefore, only I should bear the pain.
Seeing the report in the paper brings it all back to me in a brilliant, blinding flash. I remember the smell of his drink sitting on the tray as the plane started its descent. He winked at me, then hurriedly drank down the liquid and handed the stewardess his empty glass. Thurgood turned and looked at me, his blue eyes were so brilliant and kind looking.
“Don’t be nervous, Anna, we will be on the ground in a minute,” taking my hand he held onto it, smiling at me as the knot in my stomach grew tighter. I hated flying but his mighty hand calmed me, at least somewhat. “I have such plans for you during our free time. I intend that we celebrate our good year at this convention. You know you are one of my most successful sales reps this year.” He squeezed my hand. His calming deep melodic voice kept reassuring me about our safety as he continued to compliment me on my work. Then he said something that caught me completely off guard.
“You are quite beautiful, my dear. I have always had a soft spot for redheads. And you, my dear Anna, you are,” he paused, searching for the word, “stunning.” I was confused by his compliment. My happily married boss just made a comment on my appearance. I couldn’t understand this for he also knows I am married. I blushed and cast my eyes downward, “Now, now none of that my dear.” His hand touched my chin, with a tender persuasion he lifted my face. “What lovely eyes,” he said, his powerful voice was all I heard, “such a dark shade of green, deep – drawing me into them … I could lose my way in your beautiful eyes. I’m certain your husband is quite happy with you.” He leaned toward me I wanted to turn away. I should have turned away – I didn’t, and his lips met my own, our soft, hot lips pressed together. I not only let him kiss me I returned the kiss, and a white hot passion flashed between our mouths. God, what was I doing? I felt a jolt, it jarred me and I bounced in my seat as the wheels hit the runway. We broke apart and he turned away from looking forward.