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  The Roleplayers

  Sophie Stern

  Kayla is an ordinary girl who leads an ordinary life, but everything changes for her when she meets Bruce.

  He's sexy, handsome, and the perfect partner for Kayla to start pushing her limits and wandering outside the lines.

  The Roleplayers is a collection of 3 short stories by author Sophie Stern that follow Kayla as she explores a world of sexuality, adventure, and lust.

  These stories are erotic in nature and designed for an 18+ audience.

  The Roleplayers includes:

  Bitter Jupiter

  Teaching Jupiter

  Stripping Jupiter

  Contents

  Bitter Jupiter

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  Teaching Jupiter

  1.

  2.

  3.

  4.

  5.

  6.

  7.

  8.

  9.

  10.

  Stripping Jupiter

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Author

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  Bitter Jupiter

  Sophie Stern

  Copyright 2014 by Sophie Stern

  Kayla has everything she could ever want: a great job, a great house, and a great car.

  She’s got a great wardrobe and a great set of friends.

  She’s got a great family.

  But what she doesn’t have is someone who can keep her company when the nights get lonely, at least not someone who can keep her satisfied.

  That’s when Kayla meets Bruce.

  He’s everything she thinks she wants in a guy: sexy, charming, and fabulously well-dressed.

  But Bruce has an unusual fetish, one Kayla’s not sure she can handle.

  Will she be able to accept him for all his oddities, or will Kayla be just another girl who runs away?

  **This is an erotic romance story and is intended for an 18+ audience.**

  ONE

  Kayla slid her too-high heels on one at a time before standing in front of the mirror and admiring herself.

  She looked great, if she did say so herself.

  Clicking her heels twice out of habit and excitement, she slipped her dress over her head. Today was her first day as Kevin Thompson’s assistant and she was not going to let him down.

  Her promotion had meant a lot of things, including a new office and a hefty raise. To celebrate, Kayla had purchased a dress that was far too expensive and far too fabulous to wear to work, but that she fully intended to wear, anyway.

  After all, a girl only lives once.

  She wanted to make it count.

  Kayla finished getting ready before heading out the door. She admired her modest house before slipping into the car and taking off for work. Not a lot of young women her age bought their own homes, but Kayla wasn’t like most girls.

  She didn’t believe in waiting for a man or a marriage to get a head start on things, so she had applied for a loan and purchased the 3-bedroom beauty shortly after her 25th birthday. While the house was, quite honestly, too big for one person, she loved it. She could have guests over anytime she wanted and didn’t have to get a landlord’s permission to paint the kitchen cupboards if she wanted to.

  Yes, Kayla Hart was her own woman.

  And today, she was going to show everyone at Goodfax Associates exactly what kind of girl she was.

  She pulled into the parking lot with fifteen minutes to spare, so Kayla spiffed up her makeup one last time before heading into the business office.

  “Good morning, Gladys,” she greeted the elderly receptionist. Kayla’s heels clicked briskly against the marble floor as she made her way through the double-glass doors and down the hall to her new office. She was going to do a great job today.

  She could feel it.

  But all of those feelings went away as Kayla entered her office, slipped into her too-comfortable chair, and took a look at the stack of paperwork that was already on her desk.

  "Good morning, Kayla," Kevin popped his head in the doorway of their adjoining offices. "Go ahead and jump right in. Holler if you have any questions."

  As if sensing her feelings of dread, fear, anxiousness, doubt, and horror, he smiled.

  "Don't worry. It's not as bad as it looks. Remember: only eight hours to go."

  She feigned a smile as she glanced at the first sheet she had to work on. The order had more numbers on it than she'd ever seen in her life. Blinking twice, she wondered if the order was actually written in English.

  Then she realized that it was, and that she was in way over her head.

  Fortunately, Kevin was a great boss to work with. He was kind, generous, and flexible. He was patient. Most of all, he knew there was a learning curve, and Kayla didn't expect that he wanted perfection on her first day as his assistant.

  What he did want was a hard worker.

  Kayla was prepared to give him that.

  As she continued working through the stack of papers, answering phone calls, and helping other employees with questions, she couldn't help but think about how much she would rather be getting fucked than be sitting at work.

  It had, after all, been nearly two months since she'd had a dick in her.

  It had been two long, lonely months of masturbating with her showerhead and pretending it was someone's tongue.

  It had been hell.

  As she twirled her pen between her fingers, taking notes and marking boxes on one particular order form, she thought about what it would be like to get fucked in her office at work.

  Was Kevin a good lover?

  Maybe.

  Probably not.

  He was nice enough, but probably fairly boring in bed. Then again, maybe he was a surprising lay. She didn't know. Too bad he had that gold ring on his finger. Otherwise, Kayla would invite him out for a drink after work.

  By the time she finished the mound of work, she was going to need one.

  Or five.

  She grabbed her phone and texted her best friend, Anne.

  Meet me at my place after work. Bring liquor.

  Anne was one of Kayla's favorite people. She was kind, fun, exciting, and always up for an adventure. Most of all, she was a little bit of a slut, so she didn't judge Kayla when things got crazy or irresponsible.

  I'll be there at 7. I'll bring wine. You get the tequila.

  Kayla firmly believed that every girl needed a friend like Anne.

  She was lucky as shit to have her.

  TWO

  “You need a man,” Anne said suddenly, raising her glass of wine to emphasize her point. “A good man. You need a good, good man.”

  “I don’t need a man, Anne,” Kayla protested, somewhat tired of the commentary other people felt the need to offer. She didn’t usually disagree with Anne, but in this case, her best friend really had no clue. Kayla was doing just fine on her own. She didn’t need to get involved with someone to give her meaning.

  She was okay, at least emotionally.

  Someone to fuck her out of her mind?

  That she could use.

  Kayla didn't consider herself a nymphomaniac or a slut, but she did like sex and she liked a lot of it. She'd had only a handful of partners, which was strange considering her slight obsession with the act, but Kayla had a habit of being monog
amous for long bouts of time and then ending the relationship when things turned toward marriage.

  That was something she didn't want.

  As if reading her mind, Anne added, “I’m not saying you need someone to validate you. I just think you need someone to fuck you.”

  “What? No, I don’t. I’m fine.” She smiled slightly. Even she didn't believe her own lie.

  “Please. You’re totally tense. You could use a good fucking, and I know just the guy.”

  “Oh yeah?” Kayla wondered who Anne had in mind. Her friend loved to date as many different guys as possible. Anne loved trying new things, and she believed the best way to do that was to “test the waters” in as many different ways as possible.

  She didn't understand Kayla's obsession with long-term relationships, not that Kayla necessarily considered them to be relationships.

  They were more like long-term fuck buddies.

  But there was something to be said, Kayla thought, for getting to know someone intimately for a long period of time.

  The more you were with someone, after all, the more you got to know their body. The more you got to know their triggers. The more you got to know what excited them.

  And that, she thought, was an amazing thing.

  “His name is Bruce,” she scribbled down a number. “You should call him.”

  “Call him?” Did anyone really make phone calls anymore?

  “Or text him. Whatever. Just get in touch, girl. I have his Facebook, too, if you want it.” Anne pulled up a profile on her phone to show Kayla. She caught herself breathing in unintentionally, but Anne caught on.

  “Ha!” She pointed at Kayla. “You think he’s a hottie! Good. Call him.”

  “Anne, I’m not going to just call some guy I’ve never met.”

  “Yeah, you are. You need to be fucked and you need Bruce to do it. He’ll open your eyes in ways you’ve never even dreamed of.”

  Kayla raised an eyebrow. “Have you slept with this guy?”

  Anne laughed. “No, but I know a couple of girls who have. Bruce and I are just bros. Nothing more. You’ll like him, though. He’ll test your boundaries, but,” she quickly added, sensing her friend’s hesitation, “in a good way.”

  Kayla took Anne’s phone so that she could take a second look at this guy on her phone. He was good looking, to be sure. His profile picture was one of him wearing a suit with a hat and looking away from the camera. He wore glasses, but they gave him a sophisticated look: not a nerdy one.

  “Well, what’s the harm?” Kayla handed the phone back to Anne and picked up her own.

  Hey, I’m Kayla. Got your number from Anne. Want to meet up for drinks tomorrow? I’m buying.

  She read the text twice before punching “Send.” She grimaced. This could go wonderfully or it could go horribly, horribly, wrong.

  “I need another drink,” she said, pouring herself more Tequila Rose.

  Anne and Kayla sat on the couch, staring at the phone for what felt like hours. After awhile, the phone buzzed and Kayla opened up her messages.

  9:00. Bitter Jupiter. I buy my own drinks.

  Kayla read the text out loud to Anne, who smiled.

  “You’re going to love him!” She cheered, squeezing Kayla’s hand.

  “Seems kinda abrupt, don’t you think?”

  “Not at all. Go. You have to go. You’ll love it.”

  Great. See you then.

  Kayla added the smiley face to her text, letting Bruce know she had a sense of humor and was looking forward to their date.

  At least, she hoped that was the message she was sending, and not “I’m a huge ditz. Fuck me, please.”

  “Oh shit,” Anne looked alarmed. “What are you going to wear?”

  Kayla started laughing. She had just the thing.

  THREE

  Kayla plucked the black dress from her closet: the one she saved for special occasions.

  As it was, she had only worn the dress twice.

  That was not nearly enough time to wear something so sexy.

  She slipped it on, twirling for a minute in front of the mirror. Her ass looked amazing. Her legs looked long. Her breasts looked like they were going to pop out at any second.

  Bruce, no matter what he was into, would love it.

  At least, she hoped that he would.

  Kayla slipped on a pair of red pumps, applied a generous amount of lipstick, and hopped in the car to head to Bitter Jupiter. The bar was not one she'd been to before, but she assumed she would fit right in. After all, how could a slutty girl in a black dress not fit in at a bar?

  Kayla was about to find out.

  When she got to the door, she showed the bouncer her ID. He looked her up and down, smirked, and asked, "First time?"

  She nodded, wondering if she really stuck out that much. Maybe she was overdressed.

  "Good luck," the bouncer commented as he handed back her ID and Kayla walked inside.

  She was immediately overcome with the smell of smoke . Seriously? a bar that still allowed smoking? This was new. Her eyes adjusted to the dark interior of the room and the smoky scent as she made her way to the bar. She thought, for a second, that it must be a themed night. Everyone appeared to be in costume.

  Everyone, that is, except for her.

  The bartender, who was dressed as a friendly pirate, smiled when he saw her.

  "First time?"

  "Yeah. Rum and coke, please."

  "You got it."

  She slid onto a barstool and pulled out her phone to check the time. 8:55. She was early. Kayla had a habit of being early. She wasn't sure why she found it so difficult to be exactly on time. Maybe it had something to do with her childhood. Mom had been perpetually late, so as an adult, she somehow felt that it was her job to never be late. Unfortunately, that sometimes slipped into being obsessively early.

  She was trying to find a balance.

  "Five bucks," the bartender told her.

  Kayla gave him six and started sipping her drink.

  It was strong.

  He must have known she was going to need it to get through the night.

  Glancing around the room with the straw in her mouth, Kayla began to feel less sexy and more like an outsider at a high school party. Everyone - everyone - was wearing something unusual. There were birds and monkeys and bears. There were nurses and doctors. There was a schoolteacher. There were dragons. There was one guy dressed like Harry Potter and a couple of zombies. There was everything.

  And then there was her.

  A mummy slipped onto the barstool next to her. He wore a suit and glasses over his wrappings. Without a word, the bartender brought him a drink. The mummy slipped a $10 bill onto the bar and began to sip his drink.

  "What are you drinking tonight?" Kayla asked, curious. It looked like blood in a wine glass.

  "12 Mile Limit," the mummy told her. He seemed to smile. At least, she thought he did. It was difficult to tell with the wrappings.

  "Looks pretty good," she told him, eyeing the glass. Though she had been to many bars and tried many drinks, she recently found herself sticking with the ol’ tried-and-true. Then again, Kayla wasn’t exactly known for her willingness to experiment.

  The mummy sipped his drink slowly, never letting his eyes wander from Kayla’s. She tried not to stare at him, but she couldn’t help wondering what was beneath those wraps. Was he sexy? Was he hot? Seductive? Ripped? Thin? A little flabby? She really had no idea.

  “What do you think of the bar?” The mummy kept watching her.

  “The drinks are good,” she commented, glancing around. “I just wish I had known it was a themed night. I would have dressed up.”

  The mummy smiled.

  “It’s not.”

  “Not what?”

  “Not a theme night.”

  “What do you mean?” He wasn’t making any sense. Why else would everyone be in costume?

  Then it hit her.

  “Oh.”

  “Nic
e to meet you,” the mummy held out his hand. “Kayla, I presume?”

  Oh no.

  The mummy?

  This was the guy Anne wanted her to meet. This? A mummy? A weirdo dressed up like a mummy in a bar filled with other weirdos?