Sexcapades Read Online Free

phone.
She’d sent off her application to the TWA nominating committee months ago and
had completely forgotten about it. Hers was only one small website in the vast
sea of internet information, and she thought the chances of being selected would
be miniscule. But holy crap, she’d done it!
    If she won her category, she’d have a shot at the grand prize.
Given the state of her bank account, twenty-five thousand dollars would mean she
could keep doing this full-time. It might be a pipe dream, but snagging this
nomination got her one step closer.
    Picking up the phone, she replayed the message again and wrote
down all the details, grinning the entire time. That was, until the last part of
the message.
    “We are having a live reading of the list of nominees next
Friday evening, and encourage you to attend. There will be media opportunities
and a chance to mingle with the other nominees. Let us know if you will be able
to make it.”
    Media meant photographers, which meant pictures. It also meant
people and pretending to be the super sexy PC.
    “Oh crap.”
    She couldn’t swing making a little dirty talk with a
good-looking man at a coffee shop. How the hell was she going to manage taking
her online persona out into the real world? She was uncomfortable in crowds on a
good day.
    Petra had a week to turn herself into a sex vixen, one that all
women would want to listen to.
    “I’m screwed.”

Chapter Two
    When you don’t have a man to give you what you need, then take matters into your own hands. There’s nothing wrong with a firm grasp and a good vibrator.
    —PC, Sexcapades — sex advice for women
    Ladies , I volunteer to come over to ensure you don’t need to do this. Call me!
    —D. Williams, Mantastic — advice for REAL men
    Petra fidgeted with the knee-length hem of her hunter-green dress, wishing for the dozenth time that she hadn’t listened to Alice and chosen this particular style. The silk hugged her hips and ass, doing very little to hide the extra inches of padding she’d acquired since she began working from home two years ago. And was showing this much cleavage even legal?
    “It’s sexy, Pet,” Alice had said. She had even gone so far as to help tame Petra’s normal tangle of hair into a stylish up-do. “If you want people to think you’re a sex goddess then this is what you need to do.”
    Sex goddess. Sure. Right, that was so her.
    Once upon a time it might have been, if her ex hadn’t been such a douche. Though it was because of his cruelty that she’d started doing her degree in psychology and sexuality and learned she wasn’t the one with the problem. Wanting to experiment with sex was normal, healthy even. She simply needed to give herself permission to let go.
    She could be PC if she put her mind to it.
    Tonight was her chance to prove to herself that there was more to her than even she thought.
    “Okay,” Petra huffed. “I’m PC. People like me. People might flirt with me. When I don’t know what to say, I will direct them to my blog.” She straightened her shoulders and carefully made her way into the reception area.
    The Friday night party proved to be an even bigger event that she’d originally thought. The organizer had been ecstatic to learn that PC would be gracing their ceremony with her presence. Many of the nominating committee had been impressed with her site and having her there in person would add a whole new dimension to the reading.
    How hard could it be to dress hot and stand around while someone read her name out loud? Easy-peasy.
    I can do this. I will do this.
    Even if she ended up falling flat on her ass after stumbling over her spiked heels. The Web of Excellence grand prize would give her a much needed boost in exposure, maybe even send her little advice blog into the big leagues and land her some screen space with a big online magazine. Step one to winning it was how she performed tonight.
    She held out her paper invitation to the girl standing at the door,