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THE ALPHA FEMALE GETS SLAMMED HARD

By Tory Mynx

Copyright 2018 by Tory Mynx

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 SMASHWORDS EDITION

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THE ALPHA FEMALE GETS SLAMMED HARD


Sex is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s better slow and gentle, with someone you really care about and enjoy spending time outside of the bedroom with. And sometimes you just want to get slammed by a stranger.

Last night was the latter.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t technically a stranger, but I certainly don’t know him all that well. His name was Johnny and he lived in my apartment complex but I’d never actually talked to him for any length of time. I’d seen him at the gym and the pool a few times and we’ve said hi to each other but that was about it.

I do know one thing about him though; he’s hot as shit. Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a rocking body. And from the few times I’ve seen him in shorts, quite a nice package too.

To be honest, I’ve thought about making the moves on him before but the timing has never been right. Until last night, that is.

 

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It was just after midnight when I got home from a night of dancing and drinking in downtown San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter. We had a small group of friends that got together once a month for a girls-night-out and the only rule was you weren’t allowed to go home with a guy. It was our little way of guaranteeing that we’d spend the whole night together without getting distracted. Of course, the rule almost always got broken by at least one of the girls, but tonight I’d stuck to it and came home alone.

This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.

Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.

“Looks like you had fun tonight,” said the vaguely familiar voice.

I turned towards the sound and saw Johnny sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.

“It was okay,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.

“Just okay?” he asked.

I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. “Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, flashing a wry smile. “I’ve had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.”

I matched his smile with one of my own. “I’m sure you have.”

“Of course, they probably had more fun than I did.”

I laughed under my breath. “Not very modest, are you?”

“Not at all,” he replied. “Especially not when I’ve had this much to drink.”

“Well, lucky for you I don’t like my men modest,” I said.

“What about drunk?”

“Actually I like them that way.”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.

He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”

“Then you’re in luck.”

“As are you,” he said.

“So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.

“No, but I have some more potent stuff.”

“You mind if I share some with you?”

“I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”

“Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”

“What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”

“Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.

This was gonna be fun.


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