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Velvet Sinclair's abusive marriage is spiraling downward when a new neighbor moves in next door and provides a solution...a solution that ultimately leads to a bizarre murder. In this R-rated erotic novel, Thomas Weston provides graphic descriptions of the most intimate details of Velvet's often kinky sexual activites.

TRI-STATE TRUCKING INC. had been up and running for three years when
Velvet walked in one day and applied for a job as the receptionist. 
She was twenty-five years old, sixteen years Fred’s junior. 
	He took one look at the stunning young beauty and was hooked.  She
felt his eyes sweeping over her taking in her ripe breasts, narrow
waist, and symmetrical hips.  She could almost feel him mentally
undressing her.  
	She had purposely worn a plunging neckline that exposed her ample
cleavage and a skin-tight short skirt.  After all, she had reasoned, a
girl has to use whatever resources she has to their best advantage. 
	Velvet was determined to pull herself up out of the poverty zone and
gain a place of financial security. She knew that the quickest way to
do that was to link up with a man who was on his way up. She
recognized that the man who was standing before her was, despite his
grossness and lack of polish, someone who was growing wealthy and
could be an avenue to prosperity for her. 
	“Come inta my office, Velvet,” he said, and Velvet had followed him
in and shut the door behind her. 
	“Here we go again,” Maude said, shaking her head. 
	“Yeah,” Blanche replied with a tired smile.  “I hope for her sake
she gives good blow jobs.”

	FRED LEANED against his desk facing Velvet; he was already getting
hard.  
	“What kinda skills ya got, Velvet?” he asked.
	“Oh, I can do anything a boss likes,” she smiled.  She walked up to
him brazenly and pressed herself against him. She could feel his
rapidly swelling erection pressing against her.  
	“Umm,” she thought, “this may be a pretty good interview even if I
don’t get the job/” Velvet was a young woman who had an insatiable
desire for sex. 
	 Even before she had entered high school she was experimenting with
boys and a couple of girls.  She had tried almost everything, and, as
she grew older, she found herself being drawn to try every type of
sexual activity that she heard or read about.  She had grown to like
some very kinky things. 
	Velvet had a weird feeling at times when her consciousness seemed to
shift, and she would almost change into another person.  At such times
she displayed a mean, vicious streak.  When this happened it left her
feeling disturbed, but since she had always changed back after a short
time she would just shake it off and forget about it.   
	Velvet put her hand down and undid Fred’s belt, unbuttoned his
pants, and pulled down the zipper.  The pants fell down around his
ankles.  
	“My, what’s that big thing bulging inside your shorts, Mr.
Sinclair?” she asked with feigned innocence.
	By now, Fred was breathing hard and sweating.  This was not the way
his “job interviews” usually went.  As a rule, he took the initiative
and had to convince a reluctant young woman to accede to his lustful
demands. This one was taking matters into her hands and, unlike his
normal encounters, he felt like he was the one being seduced. 
	“Why don’t ya pull down my shorts an see?” he responded.
	Velvet pulled down his shorts, exposing a thick five inch
circumcised cock.  This was not the length Velvet preferred, but I’ll
work with what he’s got, she reasoned.  Velvet got down on her knees
and stroked the sack of balls that was hanging in front of her.  She
dug her nails in slightly; Fred groaned. 
	Velvet put her hand around Fred’s hard penis and licked all around
his scrotum.  Then she ran her tongue up the shaft and flicked the
sensitive spot on the underside of the glans with the tip of her
tongue.  
	Fred tilted his head back and let out a loud grunt.  Velvet took his
cock into her mouth and began sucking as she toyed with his testicles.
His penis had a salty taste.
	Out in the office the other women looked at each other when they
heard Fred groan.  “Jesus, she must really be fucking his brains out!”
 Maude exclaimed.
	“Yeah the few he has left,” Blanche responded. 
	Velvet could sense that Fred was about to blow, and she stood up and
smiled at him.  Dumbfounded, Fred stared at her.  “Ain’t ya gonna
finish me off?” he wheezed.
	“Not yet, Mr. Sinclair; you’re a truck driver, and I want you to try
driving me.”  With that she turned around and bent over the desk and
pulled up her skirt.  She was wearing no panties. 
	Fred spread her ass cheeks apart and buried his cock into her wet
pussy.  He began to fuck her like a machine and within two minutes he
was shooting a big load of sperm up into Velvet’s vagina. 
	 “Oh, shit!” he groaned. 
	 “Not shit, Mr. Sinclair; that’s my pussy.  Maybe you’d like to try
a test drive sometime though where I shit!”  Fred withdrew and almost
tripped over the jeans around his ankles.  He was shaking all over. . 

	“You are a good driver, Mr. Sinclair; I really like the way you
drove that cock and parked it in my cunt! Now, let me clean you up.”
She dropped to her knees and licked his cock clean.  She took it into
her mouth again and sucked out the last remaining drops of cum. 
	 She took a tissue from the box and wiped herself and took a fresh
tissue and left it in the folds of her labia so that she wouldn’t end
up with any stains on her skirt.
	 “Has anyone ever told you that you have very tasty sperm, Mr.
Sinclair?”  Fred stood there staring at her.  He truly didn’t know
what to say. 
	Finally he came to himself and said, “Ya got the job, Velvet!  Come
on in at 9:00 in the mornin’ an Maude’ll git ya started.  Here, ya cin
go outa my private ‘ntrance.”
	“Thanks, Mr. Sinclair, it’s been a pleasure having you do some 
driving!  I’ll be coming in the morning.”  She planted a kiss on his
cheek and walked out into the parking lot. 
	Shit, the rude fucker didn’t even try to make me cum, she thought;
how typical!  
	Frederick Sinclair collapsed into his big leather chair and stared
at a spot on the wall. Slowly a wicked smile crossed his face.  This
looked like it was going to be the best employee he had ever hired. 
At this point, he didn’t care if she was even qualified to make
coffee!