Night Out

By J S Casey

Clara Turner has had a long week. Her rent has gone up and her paycheck is short. She's tired and frustrated. When her casual friend, Krista, suggests they have a night out at their favorite bar, Mahoney's, Clara can't refuse. She needs to blow off steam and forget about things for a while. But when Krista doesn't show, Clara meets a man at the bar who gives her way more than a short distraction.

This erotic short story comes in around 8,000 words and reads in a little less than an hour. Expect couples, grinding, oral sex, some public sex, intercourse, light spanking, anal sex and anal creampie. More stories coming soon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J S Casey
• Release date: May 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463839409

J S Casey

J S Casey has been writing fiction of many genres for nearly twenty years. Recently, erotica has come to the forefront of imagination, preferring stories that portray strong women taking the initiative with their sexuality. Showing their strength and, sometimes, taking what they need. Most stories are grounded and realistic, attempting to depict characters more as real people rather than simply erotic playthings. The attempt here is to write stories that are entertainment first and pornography second.Writing in northern California has given J S Casey beautiful settings and backdrops to tell stories, not to mention, colorful, sexy people that occasionally inspire erotic fiction.

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Night Out

J S Casey

Copyright © 2019 J S Casey

NOTE

This erotic short story contains graphic depictions of sexuality and is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. All depicted characters are consenting adults age 18 years or older.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Night Out

Clara Turner chewed her lip and opened her paycheck. Two hundred shorter than last month. She'd missed out on some overtime because Laura, the new hire, had been quicker to offer. Laura. Yuck.

Clara made her way down the hall to her apartment, finding a yellow square of paper taped to the door. Her rent had gone up. One hundred dollars. She let out a deep sigh and unlocked her door, pressing it open with a bump of her hip.

The apartment was just as she'd left it, like a frozen painting by some bizarre artist attempting to capture the beauty of dirty laundry. The mystique of empty top ramen packets. And the quiet dignity of a sunken, espresso-colored sofa. Her shoulders sagged, suddenly heavier then they should have been.

She dropped her keys and purse to the coffee table before staggering into her bedroom. Just inside the door stood her full-length mirror where her reflection sagged back at her. Her wavy, chestnut waterfall of hair formed a tousled curtain that hid her bright, crystal green eyes. Her dumpy work clothes swept down over the lines of her figure, hiding her full, round breasts and her wide hips. She grimaced at the image.

She'd gained five pounds that week. At that rate, she'd be the size of the Sears tower by the end of the year. Her gym membership had lapsed a few months ago. She just didn't have the time. Or the energy.

She blew out a heavy sigh and stripped off her smock and slacks. Dropping the outfit in the hamper, she reached into her closet for her gray sweatpants. Her phone chirped it's text alert and Clara paused to glance at it.

Krista from ceramics class. Mahoney’s tonight? I'll buy your first margarita.

Clara smirked, giving her head a sideways tilt. What's