Tanya knocked on the door, waiting for Erica to answer. She had butterflies in her stomach as she heard the footsteps coming closer to the door. She wasn't sure if she could, or should continue with the thing she had come here for. Erica was a lesbian, and Tanya had come here for sex.nnErica had been working with Rick for six weeks. He suspected she was at least bisexual, if not fully lesbian. Her mannerisms were "Boy's Club" professional, almost to the point of masculine, despite her physical appearance that screamed "Femme Fatale". He had picked up on little looks here and there that suggested an interest in women, though she had never said anything directly. Slender body, and perfect breasts, her long blonde hair neatly coiffed to accentuate her incredible green eyes, Erica belonged in the pages of Playboy, not a small company in a backwater town. For some unknown reason, she had chosen to settle here instead of a city like New York or Los Angeles; places she had lived before and been very successful.nnRick had invited her out for dinner and drinks with he and his wife Tanya. It was an invitation meant to bring her into the fold at the office. Her incredible beauty had caused the male employees to shy away from her, and the female employees had begun rumors out of sheer jealousy. Erica needed to be included, and if Rick and Tanya both befriended her, others would fall in line without starting rumors of an affair.nnErica met them at the restaurant, and held her handshake with Tanya a little longer than would be considered normal. She gazed into Tanya's eyes with an interest that intrigued Rick, and mesmerized Tanya. Her green, cat-like eyes were seductive, eyes that held your attention with their sheer brilliance and beauty.nn"Hi, I'm Erica." She said calmly, professionally,. seductively.

Hello, there. My name is Stephanie Heinlein Wilson. A six-foot-three, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed woman with light bronze skin, pale blue eyes and long blonde hair. I'm a big woman and I am proud. I'm also openly bisexual. My hobbies include wrestling, boxing and rugby. I love contact sports. I am a member of New England's Women Rugby League. I came originally from Germany but I came to the United States of America in 1999 at the age of 30. These days, I work as a gym manager. I am also a professional bodybuilder. It's one of my many passions. I'm happily married to George Sandford, a good-looking Irishman from Boston. He works as a policeman in the city. We have an open relationship.nnPresently, I'm spending time with my sometime lover Charles Brown II. He's a tall, lean and muscular black man. He's a corrections officer down in Plymouth County, Massachusetts. In the eyes of the world, he's a straight-laced black professional. I know his wife Mildred, a plump black housewife.

Sara Evans:nnSex: FemalennAge: 37 yearsnnFigure: Soft-contoured, smooth-toned, very desirable and perfectly femininennComplexion: Heavily tannednnVoice: MusicalnnFace: Nymphish, flushed, round and smooth in contours nnEyes: Heavy-lidded, long-lashed, large and turquoisennHair: Silken, soft, abundant, black and curls down to assnnBust: 41DD, round, lop-sided and firmnnNipples: Light brown and puffynnWaist: 28nnHips: 42, wide-curvednnAss: Soft and massivennThighs: Smooth-toned and fatnn*nnV (Full name unknown):nnSex: FemalennAge: 25 yearsnnFigure: Soft-contoured, smooth-toned, voluptuous and desirably femininennComplexion: BlacknnVoice: High-pitchednnFace: Pretty, oval and full in cheeksnnEyes: Long-lashed, slightly slanted, large and blacknnHair: Thin, straight, black and hangs down to waistnnBust: 36DDD, round, slightly pendulous and firmnnNipples: Dark brown and protrudentnnWaist: 27nnHips: 39, wide-curvednnAss: Soft and bignnThighs: Soft-contoured and fatnnOrientation: LesbiannnRelation with J: SisternnRole as babe-hunter: Accomplice to Jnn*nnJ (Full name unknown):nnSex: FemalennAge: 28 yearsnnFigure: Smooth-toned, muscular, slim and slightly curvednnComplexion: BlacknnVoice: High-pitchednnFace: Pretty, oval and depressed in cheeks nnEyes: Slightly slanted, large, restless and blacknnHair: Short, thin, straight and hangs down to napennBust: 32C, round and firmnnWaist: 25nnHips: 34, slightly curvednnThighs: Soft-toned and mildly roundnnOrientation: LesbiannnRelation with V: SisternnRole as babe-hunter: MastermindnnSara Evans opened her eyes and moaned as the pain radiated through her over-stretched pectoral muscles. Her beautiful face contorted in reflex and she blinked into semi-darkness. The smell of damp wood hit her nostrils as she tried to look around. Everything about the place seemed strange and intimidating. Still lying on bed, she made a faint attempt to shift herself and realized instantly that each of her four limbs could not be moved. Something of coarse texture strained into her wrists and ankles as she tried to move them close. Frowning at this she rose a little and looked over to right. For some awful moments she stared at the rope which was wound around the wrist to keep her arm tied to bedpost. She turned her head instantly to left and saw that her other arm was treated in exactly the same way.nnIt felt ridiculous, yet alarming to see her arms tied to bedposts. She was known to be a sober-minded woman in her neighborhood and none of the person she knew could ever think of making such an absurd joke on her. It was indeed pointless for a mother of three like Sara to be treated like this but most alarming thing was that she had been tied on bed in an unfamiliar room. That pungent smell about the place didn't belong to her home.nnShe shivered in cold as a current of breeze swooped in the room. It seemed to pierce through her skin and she tried to pull her legs together. The strain of rope at ankles made her to look down. The sight was a good reason to add up to alarm. She stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Not only was she tied to bed but someone had stripped her naked.nnSo that wasn't joke.

I'm tired! I hate mornings, for that matter I hate evenings to.nnI hate him!nnWho?nnMy husband of course….HATE! HATE!nnWhy?nnBecause, I'm an irrational, spiteful bitch. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!nnIf I'm the bitch, why do I hate my husband, it can't be his fault can it? Why can't it be his fault he's alive isn't he. Not that I want him dead, god forbid that, but if he'd never been born, then I could not hate him. Perhaps, if he'd been born a woman, maybe I'd understand him. I don't understand men, men are strange, but then again, I don't even understand myself.nn"I don't like you Doctor Samuel!" I'd like to tell him, I hate you Doctor Samuel, but I'm afraid of Doctor Samuel, did I tell you I'm afraid of my husband? A wife shouldn't be afraid of her husband, should she?