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Neglected Roxanne signs up for discreet groping fun with a handsome stranger on a train.
Neglected Roxanne signs up for discreet fun with a handsome stranger on a train.
My heart raced as I stared at the glowing screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The website’s sleek black and red design seemed to pulse with forbidden promise. “Discreet Encounters for Discerning Women,” the tagline read. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
What was I doing? This was madness. And yet…
I came across the website randomly. I had just finished a business deal with a client. A slimey CEO of a company who wanted to seal the deal with my body. I politely refused, deftly walking the tight rope between offending the bastard and losing the deal. I needed a drink the moment he left so I headed to the restaurant bar. There, I sat beside a woman who seemed to have noticed something in me. She simply handed me a business card with a website address on it. She assured me I would find what I needed on there. I just had to reach out for it.
I thought of my husband, Mark. He was probably with his perky young intern right now, while I slaved away at the office. Rage and hurt mingled with a perverse excitement.
