The oven clock glows : as I suck the dense creaminess off my finger, tongue probing under my nail for crumbs. I sit back on the wooden chair, legs drawn up on the seat as I scoop out another mound of dark chocolate. The rain is falling gently while I relax in the darkness, enjoying my midnight snack. "Alexis?" The kitchen is flooded with harsh light as you walk in. I squint back at you, my eyes adjusting to the brightness as you sit down at the table. You look at me with a grin.

" "Huh, what," I answer distractedly from across the bedroom. "What time is it?" "am, go back to sleep Johnny." "Alexis, the book isnt going to disappear over night, you can finish it in the morning." "Shh, I need to find out what happens." "Cmon sweetie, its lonely here in this big ol bed," you coax. "I mean really, whos a better lover, me or Dickens? "Johnny, Dickens is dead, you win by default. Im reeeeading, now shhh," I mutter.

Think of it as behavior modification Alexis, you say, removing my coat and hanging it in the closet. The Golden Gate Bridge is clearly visible from the hotels th floor window as I admire the luxurious queen size bed, the heavy wooden chairs. The pounding beat of VNV Nation fills the room. Have a seat, babe, you suggest, crossing the plush white carpet to the mini bar. Kneeling, you open the door and begin reading off the contents.

I dont think this place is open Johnny, I say, looking up at the dark faade of the building. A street address is conspicuously absent under the blacked out windows, the pavement deserted. As the December wind from the Bay chills my bare legs you take my hand, leading me across the street. Trust me Alexis, this place never closes, you tell me, rapping sharply on the heavy wooden door. It opens slowly, revealing more darkness within. This way sweetie, just follow me, you instruct, leading me down a hallway, the sharp heels of my stilettos puncturing the carpet.

I nonchalantly try to check my hair in the reflection of the glass at the Arrivals gate. Anxiously I brush it behind my ears, argh, do my ears look too big? I shake the curls free and glance up at the monitor. Youve been on the ground exactly minutes but it feels more like hours. I tug at the leg of my black jeans, maybe I should have worn a dress, what if I look too casual. Another glance in the glass, trying to see what youll see. People begin strolling through the gate.

It was our own private stretch of beach, no one around for miles. The Pacific lay at our feet, occasionally washing up treasures in the form of beautiful shells that we collected as we went on our evening walks. Sometimes you would pretend you could see Hawaii and you would wave to all the hula girls, asking me if I wanted to get leied. Or you would pick up dripping pieces of seaweed and chase me down the beach, as if you had a sea monster in

Maria sails past my cubicle, long legs striding quickly, thick red hair bouncing off her shoulders. I admire her firm ass, sculpted in a pair of tight black pants as she makes her way down the hall. Pure, raw sensuality, shes definitely got it going on. And got me going as well, judging by the throb I feel in my clit as I watch her. Fortunately for me, her desk is positioned so that regardless of where Im going, I have to walk by it.

"Yeah, yeah, be there in just a sec," I reply, shoving the "C" batteries into my vibrator and dropping it back into the drawer. Smoothing my brown suede skirt down over my full hips, I run down the stairs, grabbing your crotch and laughing. "Im ready if you are, Sexy". Smacking my ass as I brush by, you turn the key in the lock and grin. "Well lets go then, Birthday Girl, the night is ours!" "Where are we going again?" you ask, turning the Lexus out

You walk into the pub slowly, your nervousness making you a bit cautious. You glance around the room trying to match the picture you received, not an easy task when the head was blacked out. A dirty laugh fills the room as you spot a somewhat voluptuous woman sitting at the bar, chortling over something the man beside her must have said. Her t-shirt is stretched tight over her large breasts, her nipples making tiny bumps in the fabric.