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So that’s how I became what I am. But I also must say that, in addition to the pleasure I get from writing stories, I get an absolute thrill from knowing that, somewhere in the world, someone like you is getting some pleasure and perhaps a bit of titillation from reading them. So I think I’ll be doing this for a long time to come!
What inspired you to write your book?
Oh, I just love the idea of being felt up by a man in a rather “awkward” manner such as this!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Very good! Well, honey, let’s get your jean numbers, then, shall we?”
With that, Karl knelt down on one knee and drew the measuring tape from my ankle straight up… and up… and up… right up to my nether region. His thumb was pressing, like, right against my pussy, holding the top of the tape in place as he bent down to read the number.
Oh, wow, I said to myself. It had been quite a rare thing to have a guy do anything like that to me, except, like, my gynecologist. And with a looker like Karl, well, those old evil thoughts were starting to churn through my mind. And, yikes, he held it there so long! Finally, I couldn’t help squeal-laughing a bit.
“Ooh, I’m sorry, dear,” Karl said, grinning up at me. “I trust that you understand the necessity of precise measurements in this line of work. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind turning around, I’m going to measure your derriere. The result will be jeans that simply sculpt themselves to your buns! Wouldn’t that be delightful?”
“Um, sure,” I agreed with a laugh as I turned around, looking back for just an instant and catching a glimpse of his face just a few inches from my cheeks.
“Very good. Now, let’s see… your buttocks are…” he held the tape from the top of my right cheek to the bottom, then repeated the process on the left. His hands rested and moved about my entire ass the whole time… even when he then held the tape from the top of my crack down, down, to, like, right at the juncture of my thighs, pulling the tape, and my leotard deep into my crack! There were his fingers holding still right there in no-man’s land as I stared up at the ceiling, grinning, shaking my head, and taking calming breaths, knowing that my juices were starting to flow… and that this idiot had chosen to wear a leotard that offered almost no coverage in that area at the moment!
“Sorry again, dear,” Karl said, his hands and tape continuing their tour of my butt. “But I promise that you will thank me when you see the results… and when your future suitors do as well!”
He finished by taking each of my cheeks in his hands, spanning his fingers out and cupping them. “Mm-hm,” I heard him say. “Mm-hm. Good. There we are. Very good.”
Wow, I thought. This guy sure is thorough!
“My Very Naughty Designer” is book #4 in J.C.’s “Naughty Men at Work” series. Complete your entire naughty collection today!