Foreign Exchange
Part 1
By
Tcheser
The time had finally come. It was September 5th and there was one very excited high school junior in New York. Her name was Amber Smith and she was eagerly looking forward to her upcoming trip to Vulkania. She was going as part of the foreign student exchange program. Her first choice had been France, but that of course had been everyone's first choice. So Amber ended having to accept living and studying abroad in the first place the exchange company had a place for her. That was okay with her though. She had seen the brochures and tape the Vulkanian exchange program had sent her. Their country looked lovely and full of culture and scenic beauty. Of course Amber was only interested in two things; getting fucked and getting fucked up. Her mother was nice and all but she could be a bit overbearing at times. She always wanted to make sure her daughter was safe, not hanging out with the wrong crowd, drinking or having unprotected sex. Amber looked forward to a year of total freedom in a European socialist paradise.
Her mother, Donna, came to see how her packing was coming shortly before they had to leave or the airport. She reminded Amber to hurry up as the flight was in just over 2 hours and it would take at least a half hour to get to the airport. Her mother, father and brother and older sister were of course coming to the airport to see her off. Amber told her mother she understood and went back to trying to close her suitcase. As always she had over packed and couldn't get everything in her luggage.
Donna watched her daughter as she struggled to get the last case closed. She had urged Amber not to pack too much as she would also buy clothes overseas and her daughter said she wouldn't, but Donna then remembered that it would be almost 9 months before she saw her precious youngest daughter again. She would miss her terribly and hoped her daughter felt the same way. She felt that she did, she just hid her feelings well. Relations between mother and daughter at this age were always strained like this she mused. She remembered being headstrong and arrogant with her own mother when she was Amber's age. Amber even looked a lot like she did when she was her age. She was quite pretty; she had long, straight dark brown hair, firm medium sized breasts, and a fine clear complexion. Donna gave her daughter one final glance and left before Amber noticed her still in the door frame watching her. She was at a fine age for traveling and would have a great host family to take care of her when she arrived in Vulkania. She had read their dossier and seen pictures and everything. She knew her daughter would have a great time overseas.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Story: The Doctor Is In
The Doctor Is In
By Tcheser
“What? Who are you? Get out of my house!” the sultry beauty Abigail screamed as the two rather large men burst in through the patio door.
“I don’t think so, lady!” the first brute grumbled.
“Yeah, now come here!” the equally large second man ordered though missing teeth as he tried to grab her by her arm
“No!” Abigail screamed again as she slipped away and tried to make it to the stairs.
“Well I guess we do this the hard way then, Bruno.” The second brute concluded as he blocked her escape route.
“Guess so.” Bruno nodded as he closed in on Abigail now brandishing a length of nylon cord. Catching her by her elbow he pulled her close.
“Let me go this instant! Do you know who I am? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when my father hears about this?” Abigail half pleaded and half yelled as she struggled uselessly against her muscular assailants.
By Tcheser
“What? Who are you? Get out of my house!” the sultry beauty Abigail screamed as the two rather large men burst in through the patio door.
“I don’t think so, lady!” the first brute grumbled.
“Yeah, now come here!” the equally large second man ordered though missing teeth as he tried to grab her by her arm
“No!” Abigail screamed again as she slipped away and tried to make it to the stairs.
“Well I guess we do this the hard way then, Bruno.” The second brute concluded as he blocked her escape route.
“Guess so.” Bruno nodded as he closed in on Abigail now brandishing a length of nylon cord. Catching her by her elbow he pulled her close.
“Let me go this instant! Do you know who I am? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when my father hears about this?” Abigail half pleaded and half yelled as she struggled uselessly against her muscular assailants.
Story: Droning
Droning
by Tcheser
The policy and the laws that enforced it had been in place for twenty years. Prior to its implementation society in the latter half of the twentieth century had nearly collapsed under the economic strain put upon it by its penal system. The imprisoning of nearly a tenth of its population for varying amounts of time by the end of the millennium nearly bankrupted the western nations who practiced such humane treatment of law breakers.
There seemed to be no reasonable solution. The governments found their only options seemed to be to let criminals go or to execute them. After trying variations of both they saw they needed a third choice. At the turn of the millennium a think tank of the most intelligent and clever thinkers in America was finally formed and given a moth in a isolated lodge to come up with a sound, feasible and cost effective solution. No one really held out great hopes and it looked like millions of hardened criminals would be killed and millions lesser lawbreakers would go free having never paid their debt to society.
The think tank however surprised everyone. They emerged from their isolation with a solution to the prison problem that was both simple and efficient. They laid out their plans to congress one fall day and everyone was suitably impressed with their ideas. So impressed that they called a special vote and sent the bill to the president the next day. The strongly conservative president read the proposal just once before cheerfully signing it into law.
The policy and the laws that enforced it had been in place for twenty years. Prior to its implementation society in the latter half of the twentieth century had nearly collapsed under the economic strain put upon it by its penal system. The imprisoning of nearly a tenth of its population for varying amounts of time by the end of the millennium nearly bankrupted the western nations who practiced such humane treatment of law breakers.
There seemed to be no reasonable solution. The governments found their only options seemed to be to let criminals go or to execute them. After trying variations of both they saw they needed a third choice. At the turn of the millennium a think tank of the most intelligent and clever thinkers in America was finally formed and given a moth in a isolated lodge to come up with a sound, feasible and cost effective solution. No one really held out great hopes and it looked like millions of hardened criminals would be killed and millions lesser lawbreakers would go free having never paid their debt to society.
The think tank however surprised everyone. They emerged from their isolation with a solution to the prison problem that was both simple and efficient. They laid out their plans to congress one fall day and everyone was suitably impressed with their ideas. So impressed that they called a special vote and sent the bill to the president the next day. The strongly conservative president read the proposal just once before cheerfully signing it into law.
Story: After Hours (Part 2)
AFTER HOURS
Part 2
By Tcheser
Janie stood on the stone stoop outside the large suburban half timber home perplexed. It was a very nice looking house she noticed absently as she shifted her weight from foot to foot awkwardly before the grand home. It was three stories, had a four car garage and was set on at least two acres. She knew she was clearly delaying ringing the bell while she tried to make sense of things, but she couldn't help it. She was confused. Why was she here at her most hated boss’s home on a Saturday afternoon?
She recalled hazily how she had come to this point. After yesterdays humiliating incident in her bosses office she had wanted nothing more then to go home and never see him again. She didn't even care about ever going back to that job either. On the bus ride home huddled in the back trying to avoid looking other riders in the eye she had planned to turn in her resignation and find another job somewhere else. She was willing to put up with more travel time, less pay, fewer benefits, just about anything not to have to face Mr. Mann and his bloody office again.
That remained her plan too all through Friday night. She went home and showered, changed into a sleek and sexy party outfit. She knew she was mouthwatering in it and couldn't help but have dirty thoughts as she strapped on her obscenely high heeled shoes. She felt a real wanton urge come over herself. She almost stopped dressing right then and pleasured herself however just then her girlfriends from college showed up. So that would have to wait she told herself. Her friends always cheered her up though so she didn't mind.
Story: After Hours (Part 1)
AFTER HOURS
Part 1
By Tcheser
It was a quarter of five Janie noticed as she filed the last reports of the day. A few more minutes and she would be on her way home. For once she would escape unscathed. The thought both thrilled her and made her a little sad. She couldn't help but quietly giggle though as she rose from her chair behind her receptionist desk though. She only had to remain out of sight for less then 15 minutes and she would be able to go home for the weekend. Thinking quickly she remembered that the plants needed water. She could go about the office and water the potted plants and plant hangers and before she knew it she reasoned it would be time to go. So creeping quietly past the frosted windows of her boss’s window Janie went out into the rest of the office. No one emerged from the office to stop her so she blissfully assumed no one observed her.
The office was empty. On Fridays they all left an hour early. That is except for Janie and her boss, Mr. Mann. Normally she wished she was allowed to leave early too. Today though she was somewhat glad of that fact that she was in the office almost alone. She didn't want to be seen dressed as she currently was by her coworkers. She had purposely spent the entire day, including lunch, at her desk to avoid them. She didn't know why she had chosen to wear this particular outfit today. It was far from the style she normally favored and was expected of respectable working women.
Normally she wore sharp sedately colored suits or career outfits that make her look dedicated and professional. Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirrored wall she couldn't help but blush and stifle a little laugh. She was an attractive blond woman and at 25 she could have her pick of men. Why she had chosen to display herself in the short pink v necked netball style dress and white sneakers with pink trimmed white ankle socks was a mystery. The dress barely came down to mid thigh leaving a lot of her long tan legs uncovered. With the light natural look makeup she had chosen to wear that day and her hair in a pink scrunchie she looked very young and she hated to say it… naive.
Part 1
By Tcheser
It was a quarter of five Janie noticed as she filed the last reports of the day. A few more minutes and she would be on her way home. For once she would escape unscathed. The thought both thrilled her and made her a little sad. She couldn't help but quietly giggle though as she rose from her chair behind her receptionist desk though. She only had to remain out of sight for less then 15 minutes and she would be able to go home for the weekend. Thinking quickly she remembered that the plants needed water. She could go about the office and water the potted plants and plant hangers and before she knew it she reasoned it would be time to go. So creeping quietly past the frosted windows of her boss’s window Janie went out into the rest of the office. No one emerged from the office to stop her so she blissfully assumed no one observed her.
The office was empty. On Fridays they all left an hour early. That is except for Janie and her boss, Mr. Mann. Normally she wished she was allowed to leave early too. Today though she was somewhat glad of that fact that she was in the office almost alone. She didn't want to be seen dressed as she currently was by her coworkers. She had purposely spent the entire day, including lunch, at her desk to avoid them. She didn't know why she had chosen to wear this particular outfit today. It was far from the style she normally favored and was expected of respectable working women.
Normally she wore sharp sedately colored suits or career outfits that make her look dedicated and professional. Catching a glimpse of herself in a mirrored wall she couldn't help but blush and stifle a little laugh. She was an attractive blond woman and at 25 she could have her pick of men. Why she had chosen to display herself in the short pink v necked netball style dress and white sneakers with pink trimmed white ankle socks was a mystery. The dress barely came down to mid thigh leaving a lot of her long tan legs uncovered. With the light natural look makeup she had chosen to wear that day and her hair in a pink scrunchie she looked very young and she hated to say it… naive.
Story: A Big Misunderstanding
A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING
by Tcheser
"So, what exactly are you trying to tell me?" the balding middle aged Headmaster of St. Christians asked the pretty young female student standing pigeon towed before his desk. She looked very contrite but according to his secretary she was a very naughty young freshman by the name of Suzie. She hesitated only a moment before answering.
"Please sir, you must believe me. This is all just a misunderstanding. A big misunderstanding," she pleaded. "I'm not really one of your students."
At this he looked dubious, but she continued nevertheless.
"I'm a grown woman. My name is really Jeanette Morgan. I'm a very successful lawyer. I have an office downtown overlooking the river. I just came here this morning to arrange schooling for my niece, Suzie Wilkins. She was sent to stay with me after her mother, my sister, had to go into rehab. She has always struggled with alcoholism you see and it has had a very negative effect on Suzie. She acts out, tells lies and is constantly getting in trouble. I thought maybe St. Christians could straighten her out."
"Very interesting, but if you're this Jeanette Morgan, where is the real Suzie?" the Headmaster asked as he watched her with amusement.
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