This story follows on immediately from 'Auntie Mary (Part 1)' There was silence, except for the continued sobbing of Nigel. Mary looked down at me and it was hard to read her expression. Was she impressed, disappointed, angry? Some combination? My face really was covered in Nigel's spunk. There was nothing in the room I could really wipe it off with, except my clothes and I didn't want to get them covered in it, so, I sto...

When I woke that Saturday morning, I still ached all over. But it was a good ache; an ache that reminded me of the amazing experience I had had at the rugby club. But it was the phone ringing that got me out of bed--not many people use my landline, most use my mobile (cell phone, to my American readers). My mobile's by my bed. The 'real' phone's in the living room. Anyway, I jumped out of bed and tried to put on my dressi...

This story follows on immediately from "Nicki's Mini". Well, I loved my mini. For the next few weeks though, I really couldn't use it for work. It just didn't make sense because all the jobs I had were within walking distance of home, or, if they were further afield, they were near train stations: Lewes, East Grinstead, Littlehampton. Every day though, I'd try to find an excuse to take out the yellow peril in the evening,...

If you have read some of my other stories, then you'll know I am an office temp and I work in Brighton on the South coast of England. I am no stranger to adventure and some of my adventures have been pretty strange! Anyway, the story I wanted to tell you about today relates to the day I decided to buy a car. It struck me that I might have more jobs available to me if I didn't have to rely on public transport to get me to...

This story follows on immediately from "Train Rides and Golf Clubs" which relates a day I spent as an office temp at Hassocks Golf Club North of Brighton in England. Steve spent the night with me that night. He was very gentle with me, but then I was very tender. What with the colonel, the club chairman, four teenage boys and Steve himself, I was knackered. He ran me a bath, in which I soaked for the best part of an hour,...

Just a little bit North of Brighton is a town called Hassocks. If you're on the fast train between London and Brighton you might miss it as the station could well be a blur when you go through. But, since it only takes about ten minutes to get there from Brighton, it is as easy for me to take a temp job there as over in Kemptown (which is a fifteen minute walk). And with a bit of luck, I can sit on the train. I had got a...

I suppose the thing about temp work is that you never know what you're going to do next. Well, once, not too long ago, I got a strange job at a hotel. They were going to go for some kind of accreditation and find out how many stars they could put on their sign, you know the kind of thing. Well, to get their stars the rooms needed to be up to a certain standard. With one hundred and fifty rooms, they needed help to go roun...

The phone rang, as it sometimes did, at 8:30 on a Monday morning. "Hi Nicki, this is Liz at the agency. Are you available today? One of our clients has been let down and they really need someone with keyboard skills to start at 9:30 this morning. In about an hour." "Um..." My mind was racing. An hour. Shower, dress, coffee. "Where are they based?" "That's the thing." said Liz. "They're just around the corner from you." Sh...

Humiliating Oscar It was unlike me really. Usually I would be at home cooking and cleaning, looking after the house, doing my duty. But my old friend Maria had called me and asked me to join her at a local restaurant. They were celebrating Maria’s fortieth birthday. Six months earlier I had celebrated my own fortieth, so I knew that she would need some support. So there I was, surrounded by people, some new to me, some fr...

A few quiet days later I got a phone call from a withheld number. At the time I was taking a lunchtime walk along the sea-front. “Hello?” “Hello, it’s Graham.” “Graham? I don’t know anyone called Graham.” “We met last week.” The penny wasn’t dropping. I don’t know what planet I was on. “Sorry.” “Um. We met at the shop. The shop on Surrey Street?” “Ooooh,” I said at last. “That shop.” “Yes.” “That Graham.” “Yes.” I had onl...

I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I’d taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more in...

Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicki—when I was younger I used to put a little heart instead of a dot over the first ‘I’. But I have kind of grown out of that now. I am about five feet six in stocking feet, and five nine most of the time—I love wearing heels. I have long wavy brown hair and a… curvaceous body; sometimes it’s hard for men to make eye contact with me—they prefer making eye contact with my boobs. But th...