Put Downs and Paper Panties

By JC Richards

Samantha Loxley is a twenty something, party loving career girl. Sexy and wickedly funny, she is ready to embrace her ‘try anything once’ personality but begins to realize she is getting stuck in a rut at the Advertising Agency.

A chance meeting at the gym with the much older but gorgeous Drew throws a new perspective on her life as he introduces her to places she’s never been, and she realizes that sexuality is far more complicated than she ever thought possible. The guys are gorgeous but then so are the girls, and what is a girl to do.

The deadly Ninja assassin masseuse, ripped paper panties, and stick on bras that don’t stick make for an interesting and hilarious day as she prepares for a big night out. But she will have to stay one step ahead of Marcus, the swarthy executive from the front office who has her picked out as a notch on his hotel bedpost. He discovers that far from being a master of the universe he hasn’t accounted for Samantha’s sharp tongue and her twisted humour as she leads him to the ultimate humiliation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JC Richards
• Release date: Jul 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310068034

JC Richards

Writer of sexy humorous stories, and more recently my novel 'Put Downs and Paper Panties.' I have written many short stories and articles for various publications concentrating mainly on erotica and sexual adventures. An avid reader, I am a stickler for correct grammar, spelling and realistic stories. I hope you will enjoy my book and have fun with the lead character Samantha Loxley. She's a lot of fun, and I hope to publish more novels about her.

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PUT-DOWNS AND

PAPER PANTIES

BY JC RICHARDS

Put Downs and Paper Panties

Copyright © 2014 by John Cummings

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Published by John Cummings at Smashwords

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Chapter 1

Sam glanced up at the clock. Shitballs, is that all is? she muttered quietly and looked back down at her desk, ignoring how cluttered it was and she wasn’t motivated at all to tidy it. The phone wasn't ringing and even the email seemed to be asleep and she glanced across at her mobile phone to check it hadn’t run out of charge. Maybe the whole world is asleep, or perhaps everyone has forgotten about me. Great!

Her mind wandered to just about everywhere away from her little cluttered corner in the backroom of the advertising agency. This wasn't her vocation; her talents belonged in the main office with the fun people; the people that made it all tick.

She started to daydream that she was hosting a presentation to a major client; the artwork she had drawn on the train had gone down well and the handsome marketing director was spending rather too long with his eyes fixed on her.

The phone suddenly rang and she jumped and reached out quickly for it. Hello, Samantha speaking. She looked up at the clock and frowned.

Samantha, its Marcus down in the office. Can you do me a favour and dig out the files for the last campaign we ran for Tipperton’s and bring them down to me as soon as you can? He rang off without waiting for her to reply.

Rude bastard, I’ll give him Tipperton’s. Fucker! She slammed the phone down and got to her feet, moving so fast her chair skidded back and thudded against the wall. She ignored it and walked into the store room

The place was stuffed full and Sam was constantly baffled how they could have so much paper. God now I need to pee, where’s the file for that? She muttered quietly, and continued looking for the section she needed. As she moved between aisles she caught site of Julia from the PR office bending low looking for a file. Sam liked Julia; she was friendly, amazingly tall and had a great figure to boot. In fact she thought she would quite like to be Julia.

She paused briefly to look at her pert bottom, which was accentuated nicely by her tight black trousers. Sam approved, and hoped her bum looked similar when she was bending like that. Julia suddenly turned, caught sight of Sam and jumped slightly. Oh hi Sam, how are you doing?

Uh fine thanks, she blurted out, trying not to look flustered and shuffled past her pretending to look for her file. After a few steps she glanced back over her shoulder to watch Julia walking away down the aisle.; that girl sure could wiggle. Sam glanced around to check she was alone and bent forward, pushing her bottom out to do her best Julia impression and then ran her hands down over her cheeks.

A footfall in the corridor snapped her out of the pose and she quickly resumed her search for the files Marcus (the bastard) wanted. Finally she found where they were, grabbed them and then made her way to the office downstairs ignoring the elevator. It made her nervous with its shuddering and creaking so she pushed opened the door to the stairwell and immediately shivered. Christ alive it’s cold in here.

As soon as she swung the downstairs office door open she saw Marcus reclining in his chair, phone propped to his ear by his shoulder, hands behind his head with his feet up on the desk. Yup bastard, she muttered under her breath.

He looked up as she approached and shot his hands into the air. Samantha! I surrender, you can stop pointing those at me now, he said loudly to his phone companion, and the two guys sitting close by started laughing.

She glanced down at herself and saw that her nipples were clearly visible through her blouse and felt a multitude of eyes looking at her; if ever there was a time for a great line it was now and she placed the files on Marcus’s desk, bending a little lower than she needed to. At least I get hard naturally, she replied loudly, making sure the whole office heard and walked away without waiting for a reaction, remembering to give her best wiggle. Marcus was speechless and found the laughter was directed at him now instead. She stepped back out into the corridor, closing the door behind her and felt like giving herself a high five. That showed the bastard, she whispered and giggled.

Sam dropped into the bathroom on the way back to her corner and found it was cold too; the stark white tiles making it feel worse. Pausing in front of the mirror, she pushed her chest out and looked at her breasts; her nipples were still hard like little bullets poking through the material of her shirt, which was now quite tight. Then she turned and looked at her backside over her shoulder. Not quite up to Julia standard, but not at all bad. She slapped one of her cheeks and smiled.

Chapter 2

Sam turned off the bath taps, enjoying the steamy atmosphere and lit the candles on the window ledge, before flipping the light off.

BEEP BEEP

She jumped slightly, grabbed her phone from the shelf above the sink and looked at the message. It was from Harry.

HI BITCH DON’T FGT PUB 2NITE PICK U UP @8 X

Harry was Harriet, her friend and she typed a reply quickly, before putting the phone back onto the shelf

GR8 CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU GUYS X

Sam laid back in the bath, resting her head on the edge and closed her eyes. The water half covered her stomach leaving her breasts exposed and she began to think about the day, and Marcus, (the bastard.) before her mind went back to the daydream she’d been having earlier. The marketing guy with his sexy smile kept looking at her and as she thought about him, she gently circled her hand on her navel, before running it slowly up to her smooth breasts feeling how hard her nipples had become. Gently she rubbed one lightly with her fingertip and felt it harden a little more under her delicate touch. She licked her lip and slowly and teased the nipple; gently rolling it between her thumb and fingertip, feeling the effect it had lower down and she began to roll both nipples around together, massaging her firm breasts at the same time. Then she parted her thighs a little, before squeezing them back together again to allow the water to tease her where she needed it. Her skin blushed as her desire took hold, and subconsciously she let her fingertips trace down her navel to her inner thighs.

Very lightly she began to brush the smooth lips that shielded her sex, letting her fingers trail gently between them; the silky wetness letting her know that it was more than just water down there. She allowed a little sigh to escape as she eased her thighs apart again, keeping one hand on her breast and continued teasing the nipple; the other continuing to trace her soft lips spreading the moisture all around. Biting her lip gently, she brushed her fingertip across the hood that covered her most sensitive jewel and began to surrender to the wanton desire, swirling her finger under the hood to find the hardening nub. She gasped as waves of pleasure cycled through her body, spreading her legs wider and gripping the taps with her toes. The release was closing in and as she continued to tease her own core, waves of pleasure ripped through her body and her climax intensified and exploded within.

Sam pulled on the blue dress; it was a snug fit but showed her figure off well, the hem finishing just above her knee and the low neckline showing a nice cleavage. She sat at her dresser and fastened a black choker around her neck, pleased with the way her hair looked and finally she was almost ready. In the corner of the room lay her black heels and she padded over and slipped them on, loving the immediate increase in height; they increased her confidence and she sashayed into the hall; just as Harry rang the doorbell.

Her red mini was parked outside and the two girls clambered in. Sam tried to be graceful, but flashed her panties to the hedgerow, which made Harry laugh. Blimey Sam, she said. You’ll have to do better than that if you ever get famous.

"The only thing I will be famous for is flashing my knickers, she replied and they both laughed loudly together as Harry turned her head to look at Sam.

Looking good bitch! She said and still laughing, put her foot down and zipped off down the road, slightly faster than she needed too.

A wall of noise hit them as they walked into the pub and Harry spotted two of their girlfriends sitting in one corner and led the way through the crowd. Hi Guys! Harry shouted. Do we need drinks? One of the girls shoved a glass with some money in it at Harry.

Twenty pounds whip! She shouted above the constant drum of the music.

Sam fumbled in her purse and pulled out a crisp twenty-pound note and stuffed it into the glass then followed Harry to the bar. The bartender was there immediately, ignoring the line of guys waiting to be served. What can I get you sexy eyes? He asked, looking directly at her and smiling.

Harry flicked her head at Sam. Sucks being a guy, eh? She was laughing again.

The girls made their way back to the table with the drinks and Harry slid the money glass into the centre and sat down; Sam slid in next to her holding on to her skirt so that it didn’t slide too high. Harry started talking loudly to the girls across the table, trying to make herself heard above the racket whilst Sam turned her head and saw Dave and Pete heading through the throng towards them.

Move up, Dave leaned in and kissed her cheek; it was a little more than a peck, but certainly not much more than that. Hi darling, how was your week? He asked, sitting down beside her and immediately reached out to grab the money glass from the centre of the table. Hey Pete, fill this up will you! he shouted. Pete laughed and began to undo his flies and Sam quickly reached out and pulled the glass away from Dave.

Nooo, you boys behave.

Harry leaned over towards them. You boys can make yourselves useful and go get us some more drinks.

Three more friends arrived and bought with them a girl Sam didn’t know. They sat around the table and the girl sat opposite; she was tall with long dark hair and Sam leaned over towards her. Hi, I’m Sam, she said and smiled. The music was thumping loudly and Sam hoped she had made herself heard; the girl looked up at her with her brown eyes sparkling.

Hi Sam, I’m Rebecca – Becky. I’m a friend of Sarah’s, she replied and nodded her head at the girl next to her; her voice cut through the surrounding noise quite well.

Sarah smiled. Hey I was about to introduce you, but I see I’m slow, she said and laughed.

They watched the boys arrive back at the table with a loaded tray and Dave handed out the bottles; Harry looked at her one and then looked at Dave. Hey these are all the same!

Yeah it was too complicated so I got you all the same, he said, straight-faced.

Harry shook her head thinking it was hard to be annoyed at him with his mischievous grin and the twinkle in his eye. Can’t you control him Pete?

Him? No chance! Pete replied. He is way out of control.

The girls laughed at them, but far from being embarrassed they were lapping up the attention and Dave started working his way around the table, sitting next to each of the girls in turn; he was in his element as he slid in next to Becky. Oh you are quite lovely, and where did they find you hiding? He asked, thinking that he was the master of the chat up line.

Back off Dave, Becky would chew you up for breakfast and spit you out, shouted Sarah.

Ooh is that promise Becky?

Harry grabbed an ice-cube from her glass and threw it at him, watching him duck as it whistled past his head. Sorry Becky, she said. Dave thinks he’s a stud. Dave ignored her and carried on circling the table.

Pete grabbed the glass again and made his way to the bar and Sam slid out and followed him. I’ll help you, she said, pushing past him and reaching the bar first.

The counter was wet and sticky and she kept her arms by her side, afraid to touch it. Once again the bartender came straight over; a tall guy with nice eyes, wearing bar apron around his waist. Sam thought it made him look sexy. What can I get you, gorgeous? He asked.

Pete laughed. Hey remind me to take you up to the bar again, he said. We get served much faster. Sam turned her head to look at him and smiled and he caught her eye and winked.

She slid back into her seat and Pete scooted in next to her. She thought he was a nice guy, slim with light brown hair and blue eyes and was wearing a nice shirt and jeans. He leaned in closer to her. You look great tonight, he said quietly.

She smiled. Just tonight Pete?

Noo I meant, I ….., he started blushing as he stuttered. Sam started laughing, placed a finger over his lips and winked at him. Becky looked up and caught her eye quickly smiling, before looking away again. Pete leaned over and replaced Sam’s bottle with a full one.

Are you trying to get me drunk Pete?

He laughed. I’m not sure I can keep up with you, he said and ducked as she shot him a look, before laughing again.

Sam leaned across the table, ever conscious of the beating music. Where do you work Becky? she said as loudly as she could, trying not to shout.

I’m an ITU nurse, at the hospital. Becky shouted back.

Oh wow, tough job.

Sometimes.

What do you do to de-stress?

Becky smiled; her brown eyes were glowing and in that instant Sam thought she look quite beautiful. Oh just the usual, eat chips, watch TV; you know, she said and looked serious for a second or two.

Sam laughed. Right, that’s the kind of de-stressing I do too.

Pete leaned in closer to Sam Okay I’ll bring the chips and you girls supply the couch.

They laughed. Deal, said Sam

Harry stood up suddenly. Dance time, c’mon everyone up! she commanded bossily, but everyone loved her. Sam stood up and pulled Pete to his feet.

C’mon, you too.

Harry and Sam led them over to the dance area and saw that Dave was already there. Handbags in the middle ladies, he said as they arrived. Harry aimed a kick at his shins but he was too fast, and skipped away laughing. Pete was still holding onto a bottle and began trying to get a rhythm going, when Sam grabbed his hand and pulled him into the middle showing him some moves. Pete looked impressed and tried something similar; he wasn’t quite John Travolta, but it wasn’t bad.

Becky began dancing next to Sarah and Sam glanced over at her, noticing that she was really tall; probably five ten without her heels. She thought she looked good in her jeans and red jacket, with her long dark hair swishing as she moved her head about and she reminded Sam of Julia from the office. She smiled and Becky caught her eye again but Pete suddenly wrapped his arms around her and twirled her around; he was actually moving quite well and she liked the way he was gyrating his hips and she thought his nice small bum helped too.

When they got back to the table more drinks flowed, and Pete kept making sure Sam had a full glass. Dave was trying to tell one of his jokes but the music was so loud, Sam couldn’t hear and she wasn’t sure anyone else could either; Dave seemed oblivious and carried on anyway.

She felt something brush her ankle but thought no more of it; it was pretty tight under the table anyway with all the people crammed into the booth. Pete was giving her a lot of attention and she was quite enjoying it when she felt it again; a bare foot caressing her ankle. She tried not to flinch and knew it couldn’t be Pete; he wouldn’t be able to reach from there and he she didn’t think he would be taking off his shoes either. The foot moved to her calf and began sliding up and down, caressing her leg gently.

Sam looked around the table and saw Becky catch her eye again, then look away quickly before flicking her eyes back at her and smiling. Sam wasn’t sure how to react; was she flirting with her? She’d never had a woman flirt with her before and she smiled back, not sure what else to do.

Pete suddenly excused himself and slipped out of the booth, heading towards the men’s room. As soon as he was gone Becky leaned across the table towards Sam. Is he your boyfriend? She asked, making herself heard above the banging music.

Not really, Sam replied. He’s a just a friend.

Oh nice, Okay. Becky smiled at her, and again Sam was struck by her looks.

The foot began to rub against her calf again, and this time slowly eased a little higher towards her knee. Sam didn’t move her leg away, surprising herself that she found it quite arousing as it gently caressed her bare flesh. She felt herself flush a little, aware that this was an odd situation and wasn’t sure what to do.

Pete arrived back and slid in next to her, pushing a little bit and Sam moved her leg to steady herself. Immediately the bare foot slipped between her shins, and began running up the inside of her calf. Sam tried to ignore it but was actually quite enjoying the sensation, and it was definitely beginning to stir things. Then Dave appeared at the table holding another tray of drinks, and put the money glass down in front of them: it was looking a little empty. We need to top that up, he said, looking at Pete. Pete looked up at him but didn’t say anything.

Sam felt the foot gently slide between her knees, and didn’t try to close them. She could feel herself blushing a little more, and shyly glanced up at Becky who was in deep conversation with Sarah, and barely flicked her eyes at her.

Pete turned to her. What plans do you have for the weekend? He asked.

Sam tried to focus on Pete and ignore the foot but it wasn’t easy. Not too much, shopping and tidying the house. Probably go to visit my mum, you know all the glamorous stuff.

Pete smiled. Oh the life you lead, he said and laughed.

The foot started stroking her inner thighs and although she flinched slightly she didn’t try to resist. She wasn’t sure how Becky was managing to talk and do that at the same time without making it obvious and Sam looked around the table, making sure no one else knew what was happening beneath the bottle-covered surface. Gently the foot inched higher and was began to gently part her thighs, and still Sam didn’t try to stop her; amazing herself and couldn’t imagine why she was allowing it, but nevertheless she let Becky continue her journey.

Pete was still talking, and telling her about his new apartment but she was having trouble focussing on what he was saying. The foot moved higher and very gently brushed against the material of her panties and she flinched a little, immediately pretending it was a hiccup. Pete laughed as she recovered, and she hoped he had no idea what really caused it. Becky’s large toe gently began to rub against her and she felt herself getting moist and then without understanding why, she shuffled a little further forward in her chair. Becky glanced up at her, still in conversation with Sarah and Sam felt herself blush again. The toe continued its caress and was now tracing her lips through her panties; it was so hot that Sam was embarrassed.

Suddenly the toe was gone and Sam felt a little pang of disappointment; she was just getting into it and she looked up at Becky, who had started to stand. Sorry guys, I have to go. I’m on duty from six in the morning. It was nice to meet you all.

Harry looked up at her. Oh that’s a shame Becky, it was nice meeting you. Sam looked up at her too, not sure what to say.

She smiled and caught Sam’s eye. Bye Sam, maybe see you again sometime.

Oh sure, yes, nice meeting you. She was flustered, still not sure what else to say and watched Becky disappear into the throng.

Nice girl, said Pete. If only you knew thought Sam.

Chapter 3

Sam and Harry decided to order a taxi home, as they were both a long way past the point of being able to drive. Pete and Dave had cadged a lift with them; Dave sitting in the front while Sam was in the middle at the back, half sitting on Pete’s lap. The driver wasn’t English and they thought he had a poor taste in music, playing what sounded to be like some kind of polish folk songs. Dave started singing along sarcastically but the driver didn’t look too impressed and turned it off.

Eventually they pulled up outside Sam’s house, and Pete opened his door and slid out into the road. Before she followed him, Harry turned to her and gave her a hug. Night bitch, she said, making them both laugh.

Dave turned around in his seat and smiled. Adios Sam.

She slid across the seat and swung her legs down onto the road, doing her best to keep her dress from displaying her finest underwear and Pete took her hand and helped her out. Aw what a gentleman you are, she said and gave him a peck on the cheek.

I better take you to your door, he said. Can’t have you getting attacked can we?

No it’s okay I will be fine. She replied and pointed. It’s just there.

Nope I insist, he said. And anyway I can walk home from here.

Pete slammed the door and waved the driver off before she had a chance to protest. Dave looked at him through the window, guessing his friend had plans for the night. Pete waved at him, turned and offered his arm to Sam and she slipped her own arm into it. Aw you really are a gentleman, aren’t you? she said, smiling at him. Pete smiled back at her and she led him to her door. Coming in for a nightcap?

He stood for a moment, trying not to look to keen. Sure, love too. He said after a moment, as she opened the door and showed him into the small living room. He looked around at the pictures on the wall. Nice place Sam, love the way it’s decorated. You have great taste, he said.

Sam kicked off her shoes and headed for the kitchen. She was thinking about Becky again, and still felt the effects of the tease as she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses from the shelf. Pete came in behind her. Wine? she asked.

Of course, he said and smiled. She really liked his smile and suddenly he leant in and kissed her gently. Sam felt his soft lips touch hers and gently returned the kiss, allowing her tongue to gently flick across his lips before pulling away. Wine?

He laughed, and she led him back into the living room and flopped on the leather couch; her skirt riding up and exposing quite a lot of thigh. If Pete noticed, and she was sure he had, he didn’t make it obvious which she thought was nice. He took the bottle from her and unscrewed the cap easily, then leant over and filled the two glasses. Cheers, he said and handed her one of them.

Cheers.

They sipped a bit and put the glasses down on the coffee table. You look great Sam, really lovely, he said, looking at her. She smiled and leaned back into the couch as he turned his head towards her