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Prostitute and a Business Man- I'm only in town for a few days while I oversee a corporate merger. I'm tired, and lonely, getting ready to head back to my hotel for the night, when a coworker gives me a card, saying to call it if I need a companion. I head back to my suite, and sit on the edge of my bed, contemplating, for a moment, if I'm ready to take this leap. Finally, I take a deep breath, pull out my phone and send a text to the number. "Are you free tonight?"

Office Retreat- Office crushes make the world go round. When sitting around in a grey cubicle under florescent lighting feels soul crushing, having a conversation with that one person, sharing that inside joke, gossiping about who did what, it can make it all all seem more bearable. The best part is they're mostly harmless. it can be fun to flirt and fantasize a little, but at the end of the day, there's just no opportunity for it to be anything more, not without effort. So you get to flirt during the day and come home to your husband, and all is good. I did say MOSTLY harmless though. Because every once and a while, opportunity does strike, and that's when it's all put to the test. We were at the office retreat at some swanky hotel out of town. The first night there, everyone got drinks at the hotel bar, and went outside to sit by some gas firepits. As the night went on, the crowds wore thin. People wanting to rest before days of strategic planning and trust exercises, people who decided they see enough of you all during the week. Slowly they dwindled down, as you and I keep drinking and keep chatting, until before we know it, it's last call, and we're the only people left. I sit next to you on the bench in the autumn air. A cool breeze blows through, and for a moment we're silent. Are we thinking the same thing? After years of flirting, after harmless jokes and compliments, all of the sudden opportunity is here. Your husband wouldn't have to know. My girlfriend is at home with some friends. The bar is about to close, but neither of us are ready to sleep. We can't stay here, so where should we go?

Playing with Toys- It took you a few minutes to answer. The cop was just about to knock again when you finally open the door. He's a young officer, relatively new on the force, not used to all the shit you see around town. He looks flustered when he sees you. "Ahem. Um... Good evening ma'am," he says, trying not to look as you stand in the doorway in your lacey red slip, with the over-poured glass of pinot noir in your hand. You look directly at him, as if you were going to eat him alive. You probably could, if you wanted to. You smile, and he blushes. "Um, sorry to bother you, we're canvasing the neighborhood looking for a missing man. Late 20's, broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair. You haven't seen anyone fitting his description, have you?" He hands you a photo of me. You take it, letting your finger trace against the back of his hand ever so briefly. "Oh goodness, how terrible. I hope everyone's ok." A small bump comes from the house. The officer notices. "Sorry miss, is there anyone else at home with you? We're asking everyone..." A small sigh. A sip of wine. "No, it's just me. If you MUST know, I was just playing with my... well... my toy." you wink at him. He swallows. "Can I keep this?" you ask, holding the photo up. "Just incase I see him?" He nods. "Yes ma'am, And uh- please let us know if you see anything. Enjoy your um... evening." You turn back into the house, as you close the door. "Oh, I will." You walk back through the hall, your footsteps thumping on the floor. You open the door down into the basement, taking each step slowly, savoring it as you sip your wine. "Some one's looking for you, my little toy." You say, slowly, confidently, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. I look over at you, barely able to mutter a whimper. I sit naked, arms and legs tied to the chair, gagged by a strip of cloth as the mechanical pocket stroker whirs and pumps, up and down. You throw my photo on the ground in front of me. I struggle to make eye contact as you lean forward in front of me. I can smell the wine on your breath as you trace a finger down my bare chest. "I told him you and I were going to have all kinds of fun."

Breaking Through the Vale- The full moon lights the sky as the night edges closer to midnight. The equinox is almost here. The air is cool and crisp, fall came quickly this year. The bonfire crackles and pops, laughter sounds like sweet music. You want to be there. You long to be a part of it, to feel the warmth of the fire, to shiver at the cool wind. But you can't. You're a ghost. Stuck in between realms, you have no choice but to observe. Alone but not alone, you sit next to these friends, pretending you're one of them as they tell stories and laugh at old memories. You watch a couple kissing, missing the sensation on your lips. You see them drinking beer from a cooler and miss the taste on your tongue. It's nice to feel a part of it, at least. You see one of the friends sitting by themselves. They look so cute as they look out into the night. They turn to respond to a question, and you could swear they looked straight at you. Did you just get a shiver? That's never happened before. Then- midnight strikes and something feels different. You feel drawn to the bodies, see them as vacuums just waiting to be filled. You look up and could swear the moon just winked at you. You go to one of the friends, cautiously reaching out to them. It's a gentle touch, but it feels like ecstasy. You blink. Your hands look different. They're someone else hands. Your body feels- well, it feels. You gasp, startling the other friends. You've taken control of the body. It won't last forever, you only have till sun-up. You look over at the friend sitting by themselves. This is your chance.