Peach,
refreshed and showered, strutted out of the gym. The employees didn't
give her a second glance as she left the showers with a guest despite
entering alone. Peach had something of a reputation, locally. It was
kept at the rumor level, for the most part, but at least two of the
gym staff had firsthand experience that "getting between Peach's
legs" had a far more literal and comprehensive meaning that it
did for most women.
The
frazzled young woman beside her, somewhat damp and dre

Jane
stood sheepishly at the doorway of her bathroom, holding out a very
cheap robe as yet another woman stepped out of the shower. The angry
woman gave Jane a dirty look as she grabbed the robe and pulled it
on.
“I’m
really sorry,” Jane said, “Claustrophobia. I couldn’t help it.”
She reached into a drawer by the bathroom door and pulled out a
business card from a box of about two hundred of them. “This is the
number of a drycleaner who can get those stains out of your clothes.
Te

A
gorgeous woman lay in a large bed. She'd clearly collapsed there in a
hurry the night before. In the corner of an otherwise neatly kept
room was the crumpled up outfit she'd worn the previous night, a
skimpy peach sundress. Now she was breathing softly, a deep sleep
bringing her sometimes to the cusp of a cute little snore. She hadn't
even bothered to pull the covers over her, let alone dress in a
nightshirt or pajamas. She was thus splayed in glorious and unashamed
nudity, a grin on her sleep

A
middle-aged woman looked over her glasses at the nervous young woman
across from her. The young woman was glancing about, a glaze of
anxious perspiration on her face. She was dressed in attractive
business attire, had an athletic yet curvy figure, her face was cute
and pixie-ish, and a kicky energetic haircut. The pair of women were
seated on either side of a conference table in a large and otherwise
empty conference room.
“Jane,”
said the woman with the glasses.
“Mrs.
Stein,” said Jan

I
was on the elevator at work. It was the sort of thing I'd done a
dozen times that day, there wasn't anything special about it. Our
building was 45 stories tall and honestly didn't have a whole lot of
floor space on each floor, so you tended to spend a lot of time on
the elevator. Right now there were three people on the elevator with
me, which was a bit much for the smallish elevator car, but again,
one gets used to such things after a few weeks. We'd all gotten on at
the fifth floor, and the

The
club was kind of dead. That’s how it started. I was wearing my
clubbing cloths, a tight little black dress that left zero to the
imagination, but it seemed like the only people who came to the club
that night either came as a couple or were already paired. That left
me the odd one out, and there’s nothing quite as sad as a pretty
girl alone on the dance floor. I thus opted for the marginally less
sad choice, a pretty girl standing near the dance floor with a drink
in her hand. I don’t

I
remember it so vividly. It was 2am, the last bus of the night. I had
just finished the late shift and was looking forward to getting home
and collapsing in bed. Normally this bus was loaded with drunken
idiots on their way out of the string of bars, but the last of them
had stumbled off at the previous stop. My house was past this big
office park, the last stop the bus would make before turning around,
so I was inevitably the last one to get off. Just before the doors
were about to shut though