“Where the fuck is she?” I’m hidden in a dark alley and wait for that pretty former Deputy Press Secretary to come walking through. I’m anxiou...s as hell as I hold the garrote in my right hand. I need to have her tonight. I’ve studied Lindsay’s schedule and habits over the last few weeks; she always takes this shortcut in Friday nights. As I think of this, I hear brisk walking. Peeking from the dark corner, I see her coming towards me, dressed in skinny pants and a black trench coat. She looks. Since the company was a medium scale start-up all the employees were young, ranging between 20-30 years of age. One of the recruiters was Darshan with athletic like body and a light beard. Trim and a fair complexion. The other one was Ritesh, medium fair and good muscle structure. They both were awestruck upon seeing me. They couldn’t take their eyes off me and my curves even after I wished them and sat on a chair. The interview went like this:Darshan: Wow, Sneha you are so gorgeous. How are. When our hearts calm down and our breathing returns to normal, we uncouple and I clean my cum from my chest and stomach, he peels off the condom and we clean up and get dressed and say so-long till next time, and I’m happy. I don’t do this often, maybe every six or eight weeks.Now that I’ve told you what I like, let me tell you about my sex partners (yes, plural). When I first started to address this overwhelming urge, I tried trolling the bars, but all I found were guys who wanted to get. "Dunsany," the city calls to you. "Henry Dunsany, my city calls to you."You float in stunned silence, finding yourself unable to respond."Dunsany, my city calls to you for she needs her king," the city's voice entreats you once again. "When will you come to us, O dream-traveler?" I... want... to..." you stammer, finally finding yourself able to speak. "I want to, but I can't reach you..."You feel yourself floating further from the beautiful city. This part of the dream is familiar. You know.