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1,001 Nights

Novel By: WriterErotic

A young woman, slave to her own potential sex addiction and inspired by the story of Scheherazade, embarks on a quest to have a different sexual encounter every night for 1,001 nights. Sara isn't even certain why she decides on this course of action. Is she really this depraved, or does she hope to burn the never-ending desire out of her system? Does she think she can find happiness in the arms of a different lover every night, or does she hope to find true love by sampling the vast array of potential partners? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 17, 2007    Reads: 1,615    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

"This is Andy." Over the phone his voice held its usual tone, all business. There was no hint of the dread he must be feeling, mirroring Sara's panic at the inevitable revelation of their workplace tryst, and the pink slips that would be forthcoming after they were discovered.

"It's Sara." Sara practically whispered it into the phone, terrified that someone might overhear.

"Sara," he said with mock surprise in his voice. He continued as if they weren't both about to be publicly embarrassed and on the unemployment line. "What can I do for you this morning?"

"Don't be a dick." She said it through gritted teeth. Condescending was not something she was in the mood to deal with.

"I'm sorry. Is something wrong?" He was still patronizing, a quality Sara found increasingly irritating.

"They have us on tape."

"Oh! I see." His tone and attitude was making her regret ever having fucked him. "So there is still a supply problem."

She ignored the bait; she didn't have time to play games. "What are we going to do about this?"

"I don't think it will be a problem for the foreseeable future."

"What do you mean?" She didn't understand how he could be so calm when they were both about to lose their jobs. "What did you do?"

"When you decided not to talk to me earlier, I paid a visit to the security office downstairs." He was proud of himself, but it came across as pompous. He must have done something to ensure they wouldn't be caught.

"…and?" Sara just wanted to know what happened. This game of feeding her a little information every few minutes was stretching her already taut nerves to near breaking.

"There is no tape from Friday."

"Please tell me you're not that stupid. You think the guys in security won't tell Jerry you took the tape?" Sara knew they were still in trouble; stealing the tape would just make Andy look guilty as sin, and he wouldn't jeopardize his job for her no matter how badly he wanted to sleep with her again. She was still going to be caught.

"I didn't take the tape." He said it matter of fact, as if she should have known he wouldn't do something so obvious.

"Then what happened to it?"

"I don't know." There was no worry in his voice. "The case was empty. The tape is missing."

"Missing? Where the hell is it?" Someone had it, Sara was certain of that much.

"No one knows," Andy said. "Dave tore his office apart looking for it. It's not there. He said Tony was working Friday and called him at home. Tony said he put it in the case and started the new tape when he left. Standard procedure. It's just gone."

"Things don't just disappear. Someone has that tape." Sara's head was reeling with possibilities. Did it get accidentally thrown away or erased? That would be the best case. Did one of the security guys take it home to jerk off to it like some cheap, homemade porn? Did Andy know about the camera on Friday and take it as a souvenir? There was a chance that it could come back to haunt her, but how high were the odds?

"Well if they do, they're net letting on. No one who was in the security office knows where it is and if they do, they're not telling. I think we're in the clear."

"I hope so." Sara was still worried. The potential was there for someone to use that tape against both of them if it still existed. Please let it be gone for good, she thought.

"Gotta run, Jerry's coming." Andy hung up.

Sara leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She couldn't afford to lose her job. She needed to make sure that tape was gone, really gone for good. She was already half an hour behind on her calls, but she knew she wouldn't be able to focus on work until her fears were assuaged. She decided to call the security office herself.

Dave answered on the first ring. "Security."

"Dave? Hi, it's Sara." She had to tread lightly. Dave was huge, a vast landscape of hair and fat and sweat, and he had asked her out no less than six times. This call could go either way. He could try to help her in the hopes that she'd finally ignore her no dating in the workplace rule and go out with him. He could also hold a grudge for being turned down so often and decide that it was his opportunity to somehow get even with her.

"Sara!" He sounded genuinely pleased to hear her voice, but then he sounded genuinely pleased when he said good morning to her as she walked past the security desk every day when she always felt his eyes on her until she got in the elevator. He was definitely a world class pervert. "Looks like I get to talk to everybody upstairs today. How's my favorite saleswoman?"

"Jerry's freaking out, so we're a little on edge up here."

"Right, right." There was a pause and a gulping sound that Sara could have sworn she heard on a Discovery Channel special on whales but was more likely Dave downing his omnipresent tub of coffee. "I already talked to Jerry. Then I talked to Andy, Ben, and the new receptionist, Linda is it?"

"Yeah, Linda."

"Pretty high strung crowd up there today, eh?"

"Dave, we need to find the security tape from Friday."

"That's what everyone tells me." There was another cavernous gulp. "I can't locate it, Sara. Damndest thing. I looked everywhere, too."

"Dave, we need that tape."

"Like I said, I tore the place apart looking for it. No luck. You're welcome to come down and see for yourself, if it'll make you feel better."

Sure, thought Sara, then you can stare at my ass while I'm bent over looking through the shelves. Maybe that was it, though. Maybe he had seen the tape and knew what was on it. Maybe he wanted her to come downstairs so he could ogle her and then he'd confess that he'd hidden the tape, ask her for a date, and for a couple hours of watching him stuff himself across a table at dinner she'd have the tape back and be free and clear.

"I'll be right down," she said. She hung up. If he was playing some kind of game with her, she'd play along until she got the tape back and be done with it.


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