Best Women's Erotica 2011 Read Online Free

What’s going on?”

    “I’ll be right there.” I usher Luke to the back of the van and then sprint to the window to open it.
    “Max…what a nice surprise,” I say, gazing down at the agitated face of my boss.
    “I just stopped by to see how things were going and I find you’re all shut up. And it’s peak time too. What’s the problem?” he says.
    “Um…” I flex my fingers trying to come up with a good excuse.
    “Actually, it’s my fault.”
    My heart almost stops beating as I turn to see Luke standing beside me.
    “Your wonderful operative here has been kind enough to give me a personal tour of the van,” Luke continues, sounding very self-assured.
    Max’s eyes narrow. “Oh, yes—and you are?”
    “Luke Forewright of Forewright Construction Company.”
    I gape. I don’t know who looks more surprised—me or Max.
    Max’s expression softens, but he still looks suspicious. “Now then, Cassie, you know you aren’t supposed to let people into the van.”
    “Yeah, I know, but…” I gaze down at the counter as if I’ll find the answer there.
    Thankfully, Luke steps in to rescue me. “I’m considering making a business proposition, and I wanted to see firsthand the variety of refreshments on offer.”
    I raise my brows at that one.
    Max looks intrigued. “And?”
    Luke slides his hand under my skirt and gives my ass a squeeze. “Very tasty.”
    I shiver. The cheeky…

    Luke continues. “So tasty in fact that I’d like to ask if you’d consider posting this van here for the rest of the summer….”
    Max’s eyes flash. I can see the dollar signs there.
    “My men certainly work up an appetite,” Luke continues, circling my buttocks.
    “Well, that does sound promising.” Max turns his attention to me. “What do you think, Cassie?”
    I slide my hand over Luke’s crotch and do a little squeezing of my own. “Yeah, I guess it could work out.”
    “Well, then, that’s settled,” Max says.
    Luke steps down off the van and gives Max a polite handshake. “Right, I’ll be off then,” he says, turning to me. “See you tomorrow, Cassie.”
    I catch the glint in his eye. “You bet.” I watch him stroll back to the building site, a fuzzy glow in my chest.
    Max puts his arm around my shoulder. “I must say, Cassie, I never knew you had such good business acumen.”
    I smile back at him sweetly. Neither did I.
     
    A few minutes later and I’m heading out of the parking lot in my little pink van, a huge smile on my face. If I’m not careful I’ll even be humming “Greensleeves.”

I WISH YOU WERE BRAILLE
    Louise Lagris
     
     
    This city is never small enough when you want it to be, but sometimes you circle the same people for years until your Venn diagrams bump into each other by accident. Later we tried to pinpoint how we’d managed to accidentally avoid each other so neatly but could never decide, chalking it up instead to a trickster god who gets his jollies from fucking with the good people of New York City.
    But sometimes the planets configure themselves into origami shapes that bring me to my knees with joy at this city, and tonight was one of them. Because I dragged myself out to a bar to meet friends who brought friends, and somehow there was that fellow with the ink-picked heart on the side of his throat I’d been passing on the street for as long as I’d lived here. I never had a reason to say hi, no eye contact, just me looking at him with knives in my eyes, hoping he’d look back. But introductions were made and somehow my karma clicked into place for once, and Joe and I spent the evening slipping quarters into
the jukebox, play-arguing over who has better taste in music, playing Echo and the Bunnymen, Buzzcocks, Joy Division, the bands on all the old T-shirts we had in our ancient collections.
    Things were nice, warm, fuzzy. I felt like I was in a warm bath or soft pajamas, not a bar drowned in red lights with a movie screen playing Barbarella at our backs. We didn’t