On the Road: Roughnecks

By C. L. Glass

Nicole Van Dyne is a top notch industrial engineer. She's also a woman in a man's profession. She's building up a new consulting business, and she's landed a job with an oil company to fix their malfunctioning deep sea oil rig. Now she's alone on a drilling platform with five men who don't trust or respect her. Nicole doesn't want to be dismissed because she's a woman. But she doesn't mind if they notice she's a woman. Surrounded by sweaty roughnecks, Nicole has to keep focused on the job, even though all she wants is for these men to take her in every way they can think of.

Oil won't be the only thing gushing on this trip.

This short story is 8,000 words long and contains graphic descriptions of group sex between consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. L. Glass
• Release date: Jul 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310272394

C. L. Glass

C. L. Glass writes and enjoys erotica from her home in Key West.

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On the Road: Roughnecks

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On the Road: Roughnecks

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Table of Contents

Interview

Introductions

Disaster

Clean Up

Home

Sneak Peek

More from this Author

About the Author

Not Quite Done

Interview

The elevator slows to a stop and the doors open onto the top floor of the Metreon Oil Building. I’m treated to huge reception desk, staffed by a receptionist. She looks like a Victoria’s Secret model: tall, sleek and gorgeous, with silky brown hair past her shoulders and striking makeup. She’s wearing a killer dress in royal blue, slim fitted, with a slit nearly to her waist. That dress probably cost more than my car. She gives me a glowing smile that I don’t trust.

Good afternoon. May I help you? she asks.

Nicole Van Dyne. I’m here to see Donald Scroggs.

Welcome, Miss Van Dyne. May I offer you coffee, tea or water?

I’m fine, thank you.

Mr. Scroggs’s office is right this way. Follow me.

She sashays down a marble corridor. I follow, a little worried; if this is what Scroggs expects women to look like, maybe I should have spiced up the wardrobe a little. I’m in heels that add a couple of inches to my 5’ 4" height. I’ve got on a tailored white pantsuit, with a nice enough white blouse under the jacket. I have my blonde hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. My makeup is similarly straightforward. I’m not wearing jewelry, not even a single ring.

We arrive at an ostentatious wooden double door with brass handles. The receptionist opens one side and I slip in.

The office isn’t quite as big as I expected. Floor to ceiling windows on two walls certainly open the place up. Scroggs