Just A Quickie!: Quickies, #10

By Laure L'Amour

Got time for a Quickie?

How about nine?

Enjoy this sexy collection of Buttontapper Press's nine Quickies stories -- erotic short fiction that will set you ablaze!

INCLUDED IN THIS COLLECTION:
* Quickies #1: Victoria's Secret
* Quickies #2: The Care & Maintenance of Bonsai
* Quickies #3: Double Trouble
* Quickies #4: The Man With the Golden Cock
* Quickies #5: Santa, Baby
* Quickies #6: Where to Get Laid in Montreal
* Quickies #7: Top 5 Reasons You Can't Get Laid in Montreal
* Quickies #8: The Unbelievably True Story of the World's Worst Sex (As Judged by Josey Vogels, A.K.A. Canada's Carrie Bradshaw)
* Quickies #9: Sexing the Ninja

Some like it hot -- and some like it fast and furious. Enjoy both with this collection of Quickies!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Buttontapper Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781524201470

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JUST A QUICKIE!

Quickies Box Set: Books 1 through 9

By Laure L’Amour

Copyright 2015 Laura Roberts

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Published by Buttontapper Press

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Cover design by Buttontapper Press

(Photo "Lujuria / Lust: Sensaciones" by Gabriel S. Delgado C., via photopin, CC license)

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Quickies #1: Victoria’s Secret

Quickies #2: The Care & Maintenance of Bonsai

Quickies #3: Double Trouble

Quickies #4: The Man With the Golden Cock

Quickies #5: Santa, Baby

Quickies #6: Where to Get Laid in Montreal

Quickies #7: Top 5 Reasons You Can’t Get Laid in Montreal

Quickies #8: The Terribly True Story of the World’s Worst Sex

Quickies #9: Sexing the Ninja

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QUICKIES #1: VICTORIA’S SECRET

Actresses are all whores. Trust me, I’ve been hanging around the theater for years, and I’ve known more than my fair share. But don't get me wrong: I don’t use the term as an insult. In true point of fact, I like my women loose. It shows they’ve got spunk. Sometimes right on their fabulous tits.

God, I love it when they let me do that.

Anyway, I’ve been taking bit parts in minor theatrical productions ever since I was in high school. I guess you could say I first got into show business because of a broad. Victoria McMasters. Vicky. She was the hottest girl in school. We always teased her about her name, asking if she’d ever tell us Victoria’s Secret. She’d usually just blush and turn away, but I finally got her to tell me one night.

See, there’s always a shortage of guys in high school productions, and Vicky was my locker partner. I'd watch her out of the corner of my eye, never quite daring to look directly at her. Maybe I was afraid of being blinded by her beauty. Long blonde hair always pulled back into a neat ponytail, pouty pink lips, sparkling green eyes, killer legs from gymnastics and cheerleading, and ­– of course – a fabulous rack. She had it all. What would she want with a guy like me? I mean, I've got my charms, but I always figured she belonged with some jock. A quarterback or a track star. Some big man on campus. So I'd just sneak glances at her tits when we were at our lockers before and after school.

One day, she turned to me, closed the door of her locker and said, Hey, Dan, have you ever thought about joining the theater troupe?

What, me? I asked. I couldn’t believe she was actually talking to me, let alone biting her pouty lower lip in my general direction.

Yeah, you, she said, playfully swatting my arm.

"Well, now that you mention it, yeah! I have been thinking about joining the theater troupe, Vicky. Why do you ask?"

It’s just that we’ve got a lot of girls, but not so many guys and, well... you always seemed like the kind of guy who’d be interested in getting on stage. I mean, you always give such good presentations in class... She trailed off, her face flushing this magnificent shade of pink, and I knew she had a crush on me. This cute, sweet little cheerleader actually had a crush on me!

My acting career began in earnest as I played along, pretending I was the nicest guy in the world, all the while calculating how long it'd take to get her in the sack.

Aw, shucks, that’s nice of you to say. So you think the group could use me?

Sure! And we’ve got a rehearsal in 20 minutes. Do you think you can come?

Could I ever!

It'd be my pleasure, I said, gently touching her shoulder. God, I was laying it on thick. It was almost embarrassing.

She just smiled like she was going to burst and said she’d meet me in the auditorium. Then, before she ran off to join her friends, she turned around and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I knew she