Chapter 1: Introduction
Fucking hell! How long had it been since Jane tasted the sweet warmth of the big O? She didn't keep track anymore, didn't want to admit to herself just how pathetic she had become despite her successes in life. The aptly named Jane was a beautiful woman in her early thirties, with the kind of long, silky brown hair that men could play in for hours and a lithe slender figure that would make any self-respecting gay man weep.
She was an absolute tigress in the sack, at least back when she was still getting some, but right now her body was on the brink of delirium. Her need was desperate, and her solution was within grasp, in the form of her trusty buzzy friend.
Jane was right there, hovering on the edge of paradise, legs spread and quivering, every inch of her trembling as she drove her toy harder against her clit. Her breaths came fast and ragged, and she could barely think straight for the fuzz of pleasure building inside her.
Jane felt her thighs start to tense up, and she knew she was so fucking close, just a few more seconds of her fingers dancing on her clit and she'd be sent over the edge.
But of course, the universe had to go and fuck with her. She had barely registered the doorbell ringing over that glorious sound of her own cunt, but as she reluctantly pulled away from her toy, rage began to bubble deep within her.
"Who the fuck is it now?" she muttered as she stood up, vibrator still humming along, and stalked over to the door.
When she opened it, she found a package from Amazon, the dickhead. Oh well, at least it had delayed her orgasm for a moment. Jane burst into laughter as she grabbed the package, safely ensconced in her cardboard tomb, and carried it over to the dining table.
She flopped down onto the chair, spread her legs again and picked up the vibrator from where it lay on the table. This time, she was not going to let anyone or anything interrupt her, not even the goddamn Amazon Prime delivery guy.
Jane returned to the couch, the droplet of moisture glistening at the tip of her vibrator a taunting reminder of her previous aborted orgasm. Ignoring her phone, she focused on the task at hand. As she straddled the couch, she gave in to the desire coursing through her veins, the urgent need to be filled. She plunged the vibrator deep inside her, the tip grazing her g-spot just right.
But the phone rang again, just as she was on the precipice of an huge orgasm. Denied again! Jane was furious.
She glanced at the phone, saw her boss's name flashing on the screen, and hesitated for only a moment before picking it up and answering the call. "What is it, John?" she barked, already pissed off beyond belief.
"Jane, I'm sorry to do this to you," he began, "but I need you to come in right now for an emergency presentation. I know you were off this afternoon, but—"
She cut him off with a snarl. "I'm in the middle of something right now, John.
Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Jane asked, trying to keep her voice steady as the pleasure flooded her once more.
"No," said the boss. "It's an emergency presentation to the board.! They're here! You have to come in!"
"OK," replied Jane. "I'll be there in an hour."
She'd barely even registered her boss's response before tossing the phone onto the couch a few feet away and focusing again on the pulsating vibration against her clit.
"Fuck all this shit," she muttered, as the doorbell rang yet again. "What now?" she yelled, already pissed off beyond belief.
This time, she stormed straight for the door but stopped mid-step as it dawned on her - nobody was there.
Maybe the last few days had taken a toll on her, or maybe it was the mind-blowing pleasure that was pushing her to the brink, but whatever it was, it took her a frazzled moment to realize that what she was looking at was her own reflection in the mirror hanging outside her apartment room.
Still gripping the vibrator tightly, she let out a short burst of laughter. "Jesus Christ, you really are losing the plot, aren't you?" she said with a wry smile.