50 Types of Nugget

By JP Walters

After years of trying her hardest to catch her manager's eye, Jennifer is thrown into the deep end of panty-drenching situations. Christopher Turquoise is a sexy gentleman with an equally hot lifestyle, and he decides to take Jennifer for a ride.

Can Jennifer and Christopher do the dirty deed, or will their actions flick the first domino in the destruction of their lives?

From deadly anal beads to crazy Scottish ladies, 50 Types of Nuggets has it all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JP Walters
• Release date: Oct 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463093856

JP Walters

I've been writing for four years now am am working on my first scifi/thriller series. I also write short comedy books.

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50 TYPES OF NUGGET

CHAPTER 1: MEETING HER MASTER.

A cooling rush of refreshing air caressed Jennifer’s extensive golden hair as she passed through the beckoning doorway to her bustling workplace. Her worried mother had always warned her of the treacherous backstabbers and shark-like brown-noses that dwelled within such competitive businesses. For Jennifer however, the looming specter of absolute career suicide had fortunately kept its destructive claws in a constantly retracted position. It was holding back by the greasy sidelines and edging her fragile mind to make its own tragic mistakes in life. Working her way up to the top, that was Jennifer’s goal, and nobody would get in her way. Her nagging mother may have felt threatened by her seemingly unreachable ambitions, but flipping burgers was her life and she would reach that impossible peak.

As she drove to work every morning, she’d peer up from her phone, put down the mascara brush, look to the road and finally peer out toward the unwashed golden arches of certain diabetes. Those nondescript and undoubtedly copyrighted arcs screamed out to her in the most seductive of manners. Screeching alluring promises of promotions and possibly-stolen company cars. If she flicked her cigarette out of the window toward the unsuspecting driver behind her and concentrated hard enough, she could hear them.

Jennifer, Mcfloogals is your life now. Embrace it!

Her company-supplied apron felt damp and had a mistrustful musk to its velvety fabric. She’d forgotten it was in the washing-machine last night and had simply deemed it unworthy of a timely removal from its watery prison. Nevertheless, this was her apron and she wore it with pride, because she represented the front line of staff and they were the fundamental keys that kept this business alive. She knew this was the unqualified, gospel truth as a redheaded, albino stick-insect with buck-teeth had told her so on her induction day.

As Jennifer tightened the lacy strings of the sweat-perfumed apron in place around her slender, kissable waste, she could feel somebody staring over at her. She pivoted graciously, with thick strands of her straw-like hair cutting through the outermost layer of her delicate faces’ make-up-cake. It was Chris. The air