The Life of Pie

By Susan Wandlass

One young woman’s lustful journey through sex, pastry...and sharp knives!
'This is one of the hottest books this year,' - Independent Book Retailers Magazine

A sensationally sizzling sex-slave novel, but a bit gruesome in parts!' - Bradley Fisher, erotic novelist.

'This woman is sick! A tingling must-read' - Erotica Online.

From a young age, Polly Pighton knew she was no ordinary girl. Bullied at school, despised by her mother and picked on by teachers, hers was not a pleasant childhood. By the age of nine, Polly’s midrift had started to grow alarmingly outwards as she ate her way towards her High School years like a pacman on amphetamines. The chocolate bar in her lunchbox rarely made it to the school gates before she had shovelled it down like a starving seagull, her greedy fat fingers stained brown until break-time.
Entry into High School was never going to be easy for a hundred pound twelve-year old with acne and a face like a burst sofa and it wasn’t long before the spiteful nicknames came showering in Polly’s direction. As with most mud that is thrown from a great height, immediately some of it stuck - although it blended in quite well with the chocolate stains - as Polly Pighton’s new name clung to her like cake to a blanket.
PIE

“With an almighty push, she rocked the boy further backwards, grabbing his member with one hand and gripping it with a vice-like grip.
Adrian squealed, his eyes glinting wide as he stared into hers.
Then with her spare hand, Pie reached around behind her, grasping the handle of a Sabatier knife, the one that she kept razor sharp....”

Be warned, this book is not for the feint-hearted. Packed full of sizzling scenes, some of them quite extraordinary!
This is the fist novella from temptress Susan Wandlass, a 25,000 word ebook.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Wandlass
• Release date: Nov 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310854392

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The Life of Pie

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One young woman’s lustful journey through sex, pastry…and sharp knives!

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The Life of Pie

By Susan Wandlass

Smashwords edition 2013

Copyright Susan Wandlass 2013

All rights reserved.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents and sheep either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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**Warning – contains explicit content**

The Life of Pie

Prologue

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From a young age, Polly Pighton knew she was no ordinary girl. Bullied at school, despised by her mother and picked on by teachers, hers was not a pleasant childhood. By the age of nine, Polly’s midriff had started to grow alarmingly outwards as she ate her way towards her High School years like a Pacman on amphetamines. The chocolate bar in her lunchbox rarely made it to the school gates before she had shovelled it down like a starving seagull, her greedy fat fingers stained brown until break-time.

Entry into High School was never going to be easy for a hundred pound twelve-year old with acne and a face like a burst sofa and it wasn’t long before the spiteful nicknames came showering in Polly’s direction. As with most mud that is thrown from a great height, immediately some of it stuck - although it blended in quite well with the chocolate stains - as Polly Pighton’s new name clung to her like cake to a blanket.

Pie.

The strange thing was that, amongst all the other names with reference to mud-wallowing animals and variations on the porcine species, Pie was quite a nice handle for someone with her surname. It certainly didn’t bother her if she had to go through the rest of her school days with a simple abbreviation.

Yes, she quite liked Pie.

In fact, she definitely liked pie – all kinds of it.

One of her favourite days in her otherwise quite tedious first term was when she discovered that cookery classes were on the curriculum and, very soon, she had mastered the art of pastry. In fact, although much of her homework remained undone, most evenings she would swot up on cooking, perfecting her skills in her mother’s kitchen while she worked the night streets.

In her mind, the greatest thing about a pie was that you could put anything you liked into it.

Within a few years, Polly soon found out what fun that would be…..

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It was just after her fifteenth birthday when Pie first really noticed boys. By this time most of the other girls in her school, dressed up in lipstick and slutty high-heels, had already lost their virginity and were boasting about it in classrooms and chatrooms. Not that she took any notice. Her own world was too busy with looking after herself, especially as her mother was out all the time. And, anyway, her mother was just like all the rest of them, with her tarty clothes and constantly changing boyfriends.

But she had noticed Adrian. Well, to be fair, it was Adrian who noticed her, hanging around the corridor and grinning insanely as she passed. Adrian wasn’t the prettiest boy in the school and his hair – well, yuch! Hailing from the school-year above her, she had first seen him clearing things away after a cookery class and had smiled awkwardly as he dropped a basin onto the desk and then chased it as it rolled across the surface.

‘Well caught!’ she felt herself mumbling, as he only just retrieved it, preventing the utensil from dropping onto the floor tiles.

The boy had looked up and smiled back, their eyes meeting for a brief second. After that, Pie had turned her back on him, sorting some files into neat piles and placing them in the correct wooden shelves on the far wall with unerring concentration. All the while she could feel his eyes burning into her back, watching her every move.

That was when it happened. That very first urge that sent a tiny tingle through her as she reached up to the top shelf, offering the boy’s eyes a few more inches of flesh above the hemline of her skirt. Pie wasn’t sure why she had done that, or even what had happened, but something during that moment felt a little strange. Within seconds, the rush had passed, being replaced with awkward embarrassment as the blood pulsed into the veins of her forehead and her cheeks blushed crimson. She left the room without looking back.

From then on, every time she saw Adrian, she could see the thoughts behind his spectacles, visualising her chunky bare thighs, pink and exposed. In those guilty eyes, she knew he wanted more – he needed to see them again. If he wasn’t too dumb to speak to her, she was convinced he would have said so.

Then, after a few weeks, he was there, waiting patiently at the bus stop. Adrian never normally took the bus, so the rendezvous was pretty transparent, even to a girl of Pie’s naivety.

‘I – I – was wondering if….’ spluttered the adolescent, trying his best to sound cool and calm.

‘Yes?’

‘I was wondering if you fancied doing some cooking…’ His confidence had arrived with the next bus.

‘Some cooking?’ Pie tapped her foot, with arms folded, trying her best not to giggle.

‘Er, you know. Make a meal or something…a pie, even?’

The thought of giggles disappeared from her mind now, replaced with fury as this boy made a reference to her nickname and eating habits in one go. She glanced around, to see if any of his friends were watching from nearby, but there was no one.

Realising his mistake, Adrian continued, his stutter returning. ‘Er, no offence. It’s just that I know you like …er…pies and…err…so do I…!’

Then suddenly, to his surprise – and hers – Pie heard herself say, ‘Yes, OK then.’

The journey on the bus had been reasonably uneventful, her offering brief snippets of her childhood, punctuating his rattling on about football and his Dad, as boys were prone to do. Their seat together on the bus had been a little small for pair of them, with her hemmed in by the window, and she could feel his bony leg pressing warmly against her thigh, rubbing closely as the vehicle jolted over bumps in the road. Although the boy seemed a lot more confident now, Pie felt a little bit uncomfortable with his proximity and tried to shuffle her bum to make some extra space. It didn’t.

As they neared her