Friday, September 11, 2009
Flash Fiction Friday #3: Bill, the Construction Worker
Bill's eyes bulged and he dropped his Gatorade bottle, orange spraying unheeded on his jeans. "You said what?" he managed to get out.
"I said I'd really like to have your cock in my mouth," she replied. Sweetly, musically, devilishly.
He shot a glance at his coworkers, one of whom had gone beet red and the other bone white. "Um, well, we're heading to lunch in a bit. I guess...."
"Good," she said, grabbed his hand, and began dragging him off to the cool recesses of the concrete maze behind him. Strangely, he didn't seem at all reluctant to go.....
[[This is my entry for Spanky's Flash Fiction Friday challenge #3. You want to play too (of course you do), so why not head over there and check it out?]]