By: Sam Crescent

She groaned, pressing her thighs together to stem the flow of arousal. “Stop.”

“Nope. We’ve got some time before Kurt and Kim arrive to help. How about we get started on filling up that nursery?”

Kim and Kurt were not together. Over the years, they had both stayed in touch with their friends, and even arranged to see each other as well. Kurt owned his own company and was making a name for himself in the business world. Kim was more modest, and grasped life as an artist. She was rather sensual in her art, which Elsa put down to her lack of satisfaction with life.

“Do you think they’ll ever get together?” Elsa asked.

“I don’t know. I’m hoping to get together now, with my wife.”

“You’ve got a one track, dirty mind,” she said.

“And you love it.”

“That I certainly do.”


Kim was shaking. She couldn’t believe this was happening. The studio that she worked for, and that she had a contract with, had gone bust. She didn’t have any money herself, and now she was standing in the studio, waiting for the businessman to arrive. Mr. Coal had wanted his asset to be present when the guy showed up.

She didn’t know why. Over the years she’d proven time and time again that she sucked at social situations. This wasn’t going to be any different.

The doors opened, and she froze. Kurt, the guy from high school who’d bullied her, was entering. He stared at her, and without looking away, spoke.

“Leave us, Mr. Coal.”

The boy from high school was gone, and in his place stood a man that Kim didn’t recognize.

“Hello, Kim, it has been a long time.”

“Hey, Kurt.”

“Let’s get down to business.”

The butterflies dancing in her stomach went crazy. Whatever was about to happen, Kim doubted she was going to like it, but what choice did she have? This was her livelihood, and now it was in Kurt’s hands.

The End

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