Cat Woman's Secret Desires

By Amy Clifford-LeBaron

Henry Oliver is back from jail, after guilelessly admitting to a crime he did not commit. But he doesn’t care about any of that. All he wants is to move on and go in search of the anonymous pen pal he had back in jail. And so he takes himself off to Dallas.
Octavia Holland leads a double life; one as a cheerful waitress at a café and one as ‘Cat woman’, a stripper in a night club.
It doesn’t take long for Henry to fall into the black book of Octavia, the waitress, and into a mind blowing sex-game with Cat Woman, the stripper.
Octavia goes about her daily business of putting food in the belly of her customers and a smile on their faces. However, she finds it hard to forget the wild sex she had with Henry at the club.
Henry is blissfully unaware of this and comes to the club every now and then, it seems, just solely to annoy Octavia. Meanwhile, he would like to see the Cat Woman again but she only performs every three weeks.
Octavia gets desperate to curb her lust for Henry and has sex with her long-time heterosexual friend, Alaric and his gay lover, Drake.
Now, Henry dares to ask her to a date. And she says yes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Clifford-LeBaron
• Release date: May 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310724183

Amy Clifford-LeBaron

I am Amy Clifford-LeBaron, 23 years old and I live in Washington, N.J. I write erotic short stories on the side, while my main occupation is translating and providing content for various websites.

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CAT WOMAN'S SECRET DESIRES

By Amy Clifford-LeBaron

©2016 John Delto Publishing

This Book contains explicit sexual language and is not suitable for Minors

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Table of Content

Out of Prison

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Craving for his Touch

One

Two

Three

Four

Passions Colliding

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Punishments of Love

Ch One

Ch Two

Ch Three

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CAT WOMAN'S SECRET DESIRES

Book 1

Out of Prison

By Amy Clifford-LeBaron

©2016 John Delto Publishing

This Book contains explicit sexual language and is not suitable for Minors

Chapter One

It has been seven long years and he still couldn’t forget.

He remembered every single detail when he first came to South Broad Street. He remembered the clothes he wore before the ‘other clothes’ took over. He remembered the van he was brought in, even the license number. He remembered looking at the gate knowing it would take several painful years before he saw it from the exterior again.

He remembered the smirk on the face of the warden as he was brought in. He even remembered the weather; it was drizzling slightly and his hair got plastered over his face.

He remembered every damned thing just like it was yesterday.

Problem was that it wasn’t yesterday. It was exactly seven years later and the memories of that day came rushing back in waves.

The most important thing he remembered was the blatant disbelief foremost in his mind as he was brought in. He had been in absolute denial and shock all the way to the prison.

Just admit to the crime, goddamn it! his lawyer screamed at him in frustration.

He shook his head and rubbed his five day old stubble. He looked at the top gun lawyer he hired and despaired for his fate; even his lawyer was giving up on the case. Taking a calming breath, he asked the question he was sure he already asked some ten times or so before.

And what do I stand to gain from admitting to a crime I did not commit?

The lawyer turned frustrated eyes on him and heaved a troubled sigh.

Maybe a fine, you might be asked to return all that was lost. The most important thing is that you will not serve jail term. Take the branch before you drown in this maze of a case, Henry. The lawyer replied.

It was thus in utter shock that Henry Oliver heard his sentence delivered. He was to be sentenced to seven years imprisonment. For a crime he didn’t commit, no less. He wanted to shout that there was a mistake, that he said the wrong things but no words left his mouth. He couldn’t even cry.

So, it was with perfect incredulity that he followed the sheriff into the waiting van; he couldn’t look at his colleagues in the eye as he was taken past them in the court room. He was still thinking he was in a movie rehearsal gone bad and that he would hear the word ‘cut’ any time soon.

There was no such word forthcoming. All he could think up to the moment he got to the high gate fence of the prison was that it was a mistake. His lawyer had promised that there would be no jail term, damn it! As they drove past the gates, he knew there was nobody coming to help him. He was in Orleans Parish Prison all alone.

Now, he looked at the clear sky on South Broad Street. The weather was cool and clear as if it was mocking his memories of the last day he was outside here. There was no rain drizzling, there was no van coming in. all was silent and he imagined he could hear himself breath. It was like no time has passed at all.

All his life has passed and he felt every painful years of his life wasted away.

He was leaner, his hair was shorter and he had no more delusions about the world. Henry Oliver rubbed his hands together just to feel alive. He shook himself off the memories and looked up once more at the sky. He held tightly to the small duffel bag he clutched in his hands and squared his shoulders. He pulled up his trousers at the waist; the damned pair doesn’t even fit anymore.

It was time to move on, he might not know where he was headed, but he needed to move on. And so he would.

He did not look back at the prison yard.

Chapter Two

Have a nice day and come back soon. The receptionist at the little Bed and Breakfast said cheerfully.

Henry only nodded his head and headed out. The Bed and Breakfast was on the outskirts of Dallas and the customer hospitality was good. Henry made a mental note to stop over whenever he needed their services again. Not that he knew if he ever would.

Right now, his future was highly uncertain. The only thing he knew for sure was that he was headed to Dallas. He still couldn’t figure out what he hoped to achieve with his spur of the moment decision to come to the small town. He had been raised in a city and worked in a city all his life. He didn’t know what he would do in a small town but he was willing to try.

Getting back to New Orleans was not an attractive option, it was where everything happened and he wanted a fresh start. He had been thinking of exactly that in the twelve hours, forty two minutes and eleven seconds he got out of prison when he remembered his pen pal. The correspondence from the anonymous writer had kept him sane many a time in that god awful place.

The little card box in his duffel bag was his most prized possession that made it out of prison with him. Sitting on the pew