Dicking Around

By Amarinda Jones

“Bloody hell!” No matter which way she pulled at the dress, it wouldn’t budge. Carlisle was trapped by the scarlet, silk fabric holding firm to her large breasts and shoulders. The worst part was she couldn’t see anything.
“Anyone out there? I need help. I’m stuck.” She called out several times before someone finally answered.
“Stuck in what way?”
Crap. A man. Just who I don’t need. “Is the sales lady out there?” Carlisle struggled to free herself, running into a wall at the
same time. Why did I wear heels today? She regained her balance and kicked off her shoes.
“Nope. Just me,” he reported.
“What are you doing here?” The last place Carlisle expected to find a man was in a women’s clothing store.
He chuckled. “Can’t a man be in a ladies’ boutique?”
Oh, he has a nice laugh. Probably gay if he’s in a boutique. “Well, if a man’s that way inclined, I make no judgments.”
“Yeah you do. You’ve judged I’m gay.”
Fair call. “Are you?”
“Are you?” He answered back.
“I am not.” Carlisle smashed into a wall again. At this rate she was going to rip the dress and have to pay for it by default.
“See how stupid blind judgments are?” “Get the sales lady please.”
“Nope.”
“What? That’s not very chivalrous.”
“She’s out back getting something for me. Besides, I thought modern women could do everything themselves, hence the reason
they no longer required a knight in shining armor to rush to their aid.” “Oh, I see. You’re a smartass.” Perfect. Lovely. Like my life
isn’t complicated enough now.
“This is how I see it, darlin’—”
Crash. “Ow–I’m not your darlin’.”
He laughed again. “Okay, but you need help.” “You’re a man and a possible smartass.” “Correct.” He didn’t sound offended.
Carlisle shimmied and wiggled and held her breath yet she was still trapped. She was hot, flustered, and wanted to cry. “Well, you can’t help.” She stamped her foot.
“Why not?”
“I’m half naked.”
“Ah, I see. While I prefer fully naked in a woman, half- dressed can be fun.”
“Ouch!” Carlisle stumbled once more into the wall. “Are you okay in there?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Harlot Publishing
• Release date: Jun 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476152394

Amarinda Jones

Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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Dicking Around

©Amarinda Jones

Prologue

The present

Carlisle Carson clutched at the broad shoulders of the man before her. He had her pinned to the wall, his body tight and hot against hers. His mouth sucked hard on her nipple as she lifted one leg higher to allow the fullest penetration of dick possible. She wanted all of his thrusting cock inside her. This was one ride she didn’t want to miss a moment of.

What’s your name, darlin’? He pulled his dick halfway out of her cunt and smiled into her eyes.

Lordy, he’s gorgeous. M-m-my name is Carlisle. Her voice was breathless with need as she grabbed his ass with her hands and urged him on, and in.

Unusual. He plunged the full length back inside her. Carlisle choked back a scream. This wasn’t the place to yell, however silent sex had always been hard for her.

And you are?

Adam. He began a fast, deep thrust, bouncing her against the wall.

Her breasts wobbled and her hair was all over the place, but Carlisle didn’t care. She liked sex hard and fast. This was perfect for her. She licked her lips and smiled at him. Thank you, Adam.

Any time, darlin’. His lips found hers.

Carlisle kissed him back. While it was true he was a stranger, some men were not to be missed and she planned on enjoying every illicit second of this.

What if someone comes in and sees us? Adam murmured against her lips, his pelvis banging against hers.

She shivered at the thought. It was morally wrong what they were doing. Good girls didn’t spread their legs for strangers. I expect they’ll be shocked and horrified and I’ll come screaming.

Chapter One

Thirty minutes earlier

That’s her. Mickey pointed to the woman opening the door to the changing room. He and his partner in crime, Theo, stood awkwardly among the racks of clothes in the up-market ladies’ boutique. They had been following their target for hours, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Theo looked over at the woman. The fat one?

Mickey surveyed the brunette. I wouldn’t call her fat. She’s got curves. I like a real woman and—

"I don’t care what you like. Theo turned and glared at his companion. If she has the USB stick we have to get it from her."

But how? We’ve tried breaking into her apartment. It’s like Fort Knox.

Grudgingly, Theo had been impressed by her security. The lady lived in a bad part of town. Even they couldn’t break in and he and Mickey had been robbing people for years. She was smart to be cautious. Then we mug her.

Mickey grimaced. I don’t want to hurt anyone. She looks like a nice person.

We’re not going to. We steal her handbag and take her apartment keys and get in that way.

What if the stick isn’t at her apartment?

It had to be. Theo wanted that stick. He needed the money it would bring. Where else could it be?

Mickey shrugged. I don’t know. Maybe we should ask her.

You mean go up to her and say, pardon me, we noticed when you went to that garage sale the other day and bought that two-dollar surprise box of crap, we have rock solid information that a USB stick with sexually explicit pictures of a certain politician, with a hooker, was in the box. We plan to financially benefit from selling it to the highest bidder. May we please have a look inside the box of crap you bought?"

That sounds reasonable.

Theo slapped Mickey on the back of the head.