The Sexperts: Fifty Grades of Shay by Melinda Duchamp

Author:Melinda Duchamp [Duchamp, Melinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00HCLFJ9M
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

"Peter." Fanny got up, gesturing Peter into the iCliner in front of her office desk. "Thanks for coming in. We have a problem."

"Oh no." Peter stopped halfway to the chair. "Chastity took out another instructor?"

"I hope not. She's in same-gender now. You heard about Boris?"

"Yes." Peter gave a silent whistle and settled himself into the iCliner. "She's going to run us out of business, or at least out of instructors. It's as if she has sexual super powers or something. She turns everyone around her to putty that she can bend and shape at her whim."

Fanny's face heated at the thought of Peter masturbating in front of her. Turns everyone to putty, indeed. Maybe lack of professionalism had nothing to do with their little indiscretion in the break room. Maybe they were helpless under Chastity's influence.

And maybe she was looking for an excuse to do it again, take it farther this time.

Fanny looked at the ceiling for a few seconds and thought about filing her taxes. Nothing worked like IRS fantasies to dry a girl up.

Back to business, Fanny perched on the edge of her desk, holding out her iBoard so Peter could see the headline. "Chastity isn't the one I'm worried about. Look at this. Dick Ouad has won the support of Vera Badlei at The Purity Foundation. They're putting enormous public pressure on Mayor Lastalnacht and Governor Flayscho to shut us down. They've dug up some antiquated law they say will prove our organization isn't legal."

"Oh come on." Peter waved dismissively. "Dick's tried that crap plenty of times."

"Not with the Purity Foundation's money and influence behind him." Fanny tossed the iBoard onto her desk in disgust, her desire for Peter quashed by her outrage at the current tax rate, and all the Badleis and Dick Ouads in the world. "This morning the Foundation sent over a crew to inspect us."

"Inspect us!" Peter jumped to his feet, towering over her desk. A strand of his hair actually bounced. He must be really upset. "On whose authority?"

"None, of course. I refused them entrance. They accused me of discrimination and said they'd be back with a lawyer."

"Discrimination?"

"I called them morons. They said I was discriminating against the less intelligent. Then they got confused because none of them knew how to spell moron."

"Those morons." Peter started pacing, eyes lit, fists clenched.

And despite her resolve, Fanny's exhausted pussy reacted. God, he was magnificent pissed off. She should go home tonight and come up with 365 ways to infuriate him.

No, no, what was she thinking?

"There must be something we can do." Peter said. "The Governor is on our side."

"Flayscho is up for re-election next year. If public tide swings against us, we can't be sure he'll come through for us."

"Damn it, he was one of our biggest success stories!" Peter thrust his hand through his hair.

Fanny watched hopefully, then sighed, a little relieved, as every strand fell back into perfect alignment. The last thing her tenuous self control needed was for him to start looking outraged and mussed.

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