HuCow: The Mile High Club

By Heather Keyes

Samantha is a middle aged attorney working in a powerful law firm.   Her billionaire boss calls her “HuCow” because she has big breasts.  Their on again—off again trysts sometimes cause tension at the office. 

But, that isn’t Samantha’s problem: her problem is flying to the west coast on business.  She joins the ‘mile high club’ with what she thought was a perfect stranger.  Until, it gets much more complicated.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather Keyes
• Release date: Feb 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386809388

Heather Keyes

By day, I work as a receptionist in a dental office. By night, I'm an erotic author. On the weekends I'm a photographer taking naughty pics of my friends. I write erotica because I've had my heart broken so many times it's pathetic. It's an escape, and a way to make a little extra money. More than the money, I've made some really good friends over the past two years. They've told me what they like and don't like about my stories. I appreciate each and every one of them.

Book preview

My Bio:

I’m just a small town girl living in a lonely world.  Nah, not really; I’ve got a dog.  She doesn’t know I write erotica, so don’t tell her.  She just thinks I spend a lot of time on the internet.

Otherwise, if you met me on the street, you’d have no idea I wrote some of the nastiest gangbangs and orgies imaginable. 

I’ve got a wholesome look and a dirty mind. 

I started writing years ago.  When I was in the 5th grade I loved creative writing and it stuck with me until this very day.

I started publishing in 2014 on Amazon and the rest, as they say, is history. 

I hope you enjoy my book and if you get a chance take a look at my Amazon catalog.  You’ll find more dirty stories just like the one you’re about to read.

Synopsis:

HuCow 5: Flying in Coach

Samantha is a middle aged attorney working in a powerful law firm.  Her billionaire boss calls her HuCow because she has big breasts.  Their on again—off again trysts sometimes cause tension at the office. 

But, that isn’t Samantha’s problem: her problem is flying to the west coast on business.  She joins the ‘mile high club’ with what she thought was a perfect stranger.  Until, it gets much more complicated.

HuCow

Mile High Club

Some Monday mornings I can’t get my shit together.  I didn’t hear the alarm clock—or possibly I heard it, but I forced it back on snooze too many times. I’ve never been good with alarm clocks—they hate me and the feeling is mutual.

When I eventually woke up, I heard the birds twittering outside my picture window.  The house finches were all in a tether outside my window bitching about something.

And, as I unfolded my eyes, the phone vibrated.

Samantha, are you coming to work today? My assistant said.

Marcy, I’ll be there just as quick as I can.  I had an emergency this morning, I said.

Do you even know what time it is? She questioned.

Yeah, I guess it’s about. . . I peeked at the alarm clock, it’s about 11:20.  Holy fuck, I had no idea it was that late, I said.

Dusty has been wanting to know about you all morning.  He told me to buzz him when you got in.  I imagine it’s so late now that he’s pissed.  You’d better get your ass in here—and have one hell of a story, Marcy said.

Thanks sweetie, I’ll get there just as soon as I can.  I do have a good story, I told her. 

Now I just needed to make up the story between now and the time I got to work.  I wasn’t worried about getting fired—Dusty and I had a thing a few months ago.  I don’t think he would risk all the damning information I had on him just to fire me for oversleeping and coming in late on a Monday morning.  It’s not like I do it every day. 

Then again, Dusty could be quirky—I never know what he’ll do from one minute to the next.  I’ve seen him fire people for no good reason at all; he just got pissed or didn’t like them.  Sigh.

Yeah, I needed to make up a damn good story.  Telling him the truth wouldn’t work in this situation.

...

The elevator swished open and a crisp breeze ran up my skirt.  It tingled because I was wearing my tiny cotton thongs.  I hardly ever wear them to work because they can get uncomfortable, but I was in a mood.  I also knew I might have to play it up for Dusty—a girl never knows. 

As soon as I walked around the corner Marcy eyeballed me.  She dragged me into a side cubicle by my wrist.

What the fuck, she said.  It’s almost 1 p.m.  Shit, Dusty is mad.  You didn’t call or anything.  And, he had to face the deposition all by himself.

The deposition! I had completely forgotten that was today.  Holy fuck, I bet he is mad as hell.

Shit, I said.  Well, I have a good excuse.  I had an emergency this morning, I told my assistant.

What happened? she asked.

My dog got run over, I said.

Samantha, you don’t have a fucking dog, she punched me on my arm.  You better come up with something better than that.

I’ll tell him my next neighbor fell down the stairs and I had to call 911 and tend to her until her daughter could get to the hospital, I smiled.  Does that sound better? I asked Marcy. 

Well, I don’t know if it’s all that better, but at least you are telling a better lie, she said.

I’m a lawyer—I’m good at lying, I giggled.

Where’s Dusty? I said.

He’s in his office—probably filling out the paperwork to fire you, she said.  I’ll have to find a new boss to inconvenience and break in.  I hate breaking in new bosses, she grinned.

Not likely, I said.

I pranced down the hall toward Dusty’s office; might as well get this over with sooner than later, I felt.

Chapter 2

I knocked on Dusty’s door and held my breath. 

Come in, he said.

I melted a little when I saw him behind his cherry desk.  Even after all this time, I still had a thing for him in a twisted sort of way. 

I knew I had let him down by not being here this morning.  I needed to find some way to make it up to him without him thinking I was in the wrong.

Did you have a nice morning sleeping in? he growled.

No, I said.  And, I’m sorry about the deposition.  I had an emergency and lost track of time.  It was unexpected and... .

Dusty interrupted me.  Save it, he said.  You don’t have to lie.

I’m not lying.  Someone could have died this morning if it hadn’t been for me, I said with a sour face.

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