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  Praise for After Work Excess

  Reviewer: Democritus

  This is Samantha (Sam) Davies' first book in a series. We first see Sam working in a responsible job for a high street bank. However unknown to her work colleagues she operates as a high class escort. This. surprisingly, is with the blessing of her fiance, who also works in the bank. The fiance dumps Sam when she confesses (silly girl) to cheating with another guy. This is a regular guy and not a client. One could assume that the fiance is a stingy bastard and not happy about Sam giving away freebees! However, not to give away too much of the story, Sam embarks on a boundless (pun intended) adventure of incredible sex including a steamy escapade where Sam relaxes her boundaries literately, when she consummates an act of revenge on her ex fiance. OK this is not top end literature, but the narrative is very straight forward and unrestrained, and written in a very `English' style. I recommended this first book unreservedly and after reading I am sure you will progress to her other books on the sexual adventures of the intrepid and highly sexed Sam.

  Reviewer: Brad

  For her first foray into erotic literature Samantha Davies has struck gold.

  I love her easy flowing writing style and how she sets a scene naturally and doesn't just go from sex scene to sex scene, you get a real flavour of the character and what is driving this young lady.

  I am looking forward to her other books.

  Reviewer: Sarah Collins

  I 'LOVED' Weston Super Blonde, it's great to read a well written and hugely sexy account of her life. It's got to become the new '50 shades'!!! I just can't wait for the next part!

  Reviewer: Michael Booth

  This is the story of Sam's journey into the world of high class escorting, from her first experience of being paid for sex, to the effect on her relationships. A sensitive, kind and caring girl who also knows how to be a naughty girl! It is a great read and I can't wait to read more.

  Reviewer: Lyndon

  This is a real story and very well told. It will appeal to readers of all ages both male and female. Highly sexed Sam is at first rather shy and living a 'normal' existence in Weston-super-Mare in England. She becomes the target of an older sexual predator and finds that she not only likes sex tremendously but also got paid for it. She tries to hang on to her responsible bank job and have a normal relationship with her boyfriend but sex just seems to complicate matters. The story has just the right amount of (very adventurous) sex and a very plausible plot, much of which I would guess is drawn from Samantha Davies' real life. I recommend this book very highly...

  After Work Excess

  (After Work Part One)

  by

  Samantha Davies

  Revised and Extended March 2013

  Published by Infomedia UK Ltd

  Copyright © 2013 Samantha Davies

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient.

  If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All persons and locations in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.

  Thanks Lyndon - For all your encouragement and support!

  Prologue

  By day I would just seem like any another young blonde personal banker in your local branch, with my hair functionally tied back and with my minimal make-up you might not even give me a second glance as I give you a home insurance quote, and I’m sure that you’d soon forget me once you walked back out onto the high Street.

  But you couldn’t be more wrong about me, as at the weekend, I lose the sensible glasses and corporate uniform and transform into my ‘alter ego’, no longer Samantha, a 22 year old working the 9-5, as I become ‘North-Somerset-Blonde’, a high class but part-time escort with my blonde hair tousled and free and my blue eyes fully ‘made up’, I take great pride in wearing any of a selection of either classy or damn right naughty outfits and meeting men to help them live out their ultimate fantasies!

  How I got here is a bit of a mystery, even to me, but I guess I first got that naughty glint in my eye back when I was just 18, working as a Saturday girl in my local arcade and after falling for the charms of the Duty Manager, where I was offered £60 to have sex with him in his car. Don’t think that it just happened like that, he clearly seduced me, first offering me a lift home and then gradually offering me more money to do ‘just a little more’.

  Once that ‘cash for sex’ barrier was broken, it never seemed an issue for me, there was no longer any ‘stigma’ attached to it.

  It was a lot later that I ever did anything like that again and that was a few years later when a customer came into the Bank with a glint in his eye, but I’ll tell you all about that later in the book.

  So there I was, 22 years old and living with my fiancée in a rented flat in Weston-super-Mare, North Somerset, working in the bank, striving for my monthly bonus targets to make ends meet, but occasionally meeting up with guys for sex.

  My fiancée backed me fully, he always knew that I had an extremely high sex drive and being ten years older at 32 he was happy to indulge and let me escort ‘occasionally’, knowing, or hoping, that it would be him that I would be home with and in bed with at the end of each booking.

  He worked away during the week, often in Ireland, but for the same company, so once a week I’d meet up with my friends and have a mid-week ‘Girl’s Night Out’. I was happy, life was good, the money certainly came in handy and all seemed to be going well until one night when I made a huge error of judgement. We always had a lot of fun on our girls nights, but this night was different, this night things went a little too far, well that’s a bit of an understatement to be honest, things actually spiralled quite ‘badly’ out of control…and the events of that night would surely change my life forever.

  I hope you’ll join me on my journey…

  Chapter 1 – His Beautiful Young Fiancée

  So I'll take a deep breath and, as they say - ‘Here goes...’ because although I was 22 at the time and you may argue that this isn’t really the start of my story, this is where the journey, for you – the reader begins…

  ***

  All seemed to be going well in my life, after finishing college, I had applied for a job at my local branch of a well known high street bank in my home town of Weston-super-Mare, after deciding that University life just wasn't for me. After the initial jubilation of receiving a regular full-time wage, I was soon settled into the routine of being a small cog in an extremely large organisation. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't just turning up everyday for the fun of it though, as unbeknown to my fellow workers, I had spent the last two years planning my rise through the ranks, to hopefully - one day, become a Branch Manager. My perseverance eventually paid off, as on the first anniversary of joining the company, I was taken 'off the counter' and given the chance to become a 'personal banker' – the youngest in the branch. Although I was happy with my promotion, I have to say that it wasn't all work work work for me, as after hearing stories about what my college friends were up to whilst away at University, I was still keen to let my hair down every now and then!

  So, with me regretting that I was probably growing up a little too early, I still had a sense of passion for trying
new and exciting things, when I was away from my work life. I'm not complaining about my job though, as my parents were extremely proud of me despite their initial disappointment at my reluctance to head off to University, but if I were to be totally honest, I'd have to say that work was ‘okay’, rather than amazing - which was probably as good as any 9-5 office job in a retail bank ever was ever going to be!

  More importantly though, for me, was the fact that I was happy with my personal life after recently getting engaged to my boyfriend (and co-worker) of almost two years, in January. We had initially met at the branch, and on meeting me, he just couldn't help himself, forgetting his professional code and asking me out for a drink at the end of my very first month on the counter. Our blossoming friendship, and then subsequent relationship slowly grew from there, despite him later being promoted out of the branch and into a regional sales job. He was soon travelling the country, but I had admired his progression from day one, and although he was ten years older than me, I couldn't help but to feel overwhelmingly flattered when he initially asked me out for a drink.

  Everything in my life was falling into place, apart from the annoying fact that my fiancée’s new job meant that I didn’t actually get to see him during the week, as he was usually in the North of England or even in Ireland, and so this frequently meant that he was away from me, leaving me lonely and bored in our rented flat between Monday to Friday night, but on the positive side, this enabled us to really treasure our weekends together.

  We'd just signed a 6 month lease on our flat in town, and I was revelling in the fact that I was all grown up, with a proper job, and at just 22, I was living with my fiancée in the centre of town.

  ***

  Friday's could never come quick enough, and this Friday was no exception, as he was due to arrive home at around half past seven, which had given me time to take a long bath after work, and take the time to really pamper myself. His car pulled up outside the flat at about ten to eight, and I raced over to the front door, just as his key was turning inside the lock. As the door swung open, he was greeted to the sight of me, wearing a loosely fitted red summer dress and my black 'girls night out' high heels.

  “Wow, you look amazing!” he professed, as he placed his laptop bag in the hallway and wrapped his arms around my slender frame.

  I leant upwards and kissed him, showing him just how much I had missed him, before breaking away to say “I hope you like my hair, as I've curled it for you?”

  He stepped back, in-order to take me in, admiring my long blonde ringlets, that I'd spent a good hour curling, transforming my naturally straight hair into an entirely different look. He then noted my make-up, my dark red lipstick, a touch of blusher and my attempt at creating a smoky eyed look just for him, as I'd attempted to recreate a look that I'd seen in my fashion magazine.

  “I love it, and your blue eyes look amazing!” he responded, reaching forwards to kiss me again, and running his right hand behind my neck, stroking my hair and clasping my neck to pull me back towards him. Suddenly though, he broke away.

  “Have you been smoking again?” he asked sternly.

  I smiled back disarmingly, and replied with “I've only had one, just before my bath.” before stepping back, and hoping that he would forgive my moment of weakness as I took him by the hand to lead him to the kitchen. I showed him the table that I had painstakingly laid, in readiness for his much anticipated return, complete with a bottle of white wine and candles.

  “I guess I'll let you off, this time!” he laughed, as he moved to take his place at the table.

  We chatted freely as we ate our oven-ready lasagne, which was about the limit of my culinary skills at the time.

  ***

  After dinner, he showered and came through to join me in the bedroom, as I laid on the bed waiting for him, whilst I flicked impatiently through a gossip magazine, still dressed in my summer dress. He lay on the bed beside me, wrapped in just his towel, and began to trace the contours of my hips through the red cotton material, before saying “I've been chatting to a guy online, and he's keen to meet you...”

  I put my magazine down, knowing exactly where this was going, and shot him a disapproving look, a look that simply said 'Not again, surely?'

  “It's okay, he seems like a really nice guy, and he's willing to come to Weston next weekend, if we're up for it?”

  It wasn't the first time that he'd suggested something like this, as the first time was over 6 months ago, with a guy called Charlie, who had agreed to meet the two of us at bar along the seafront, to talk about spending some quality time with me. At the time, I knew full-well that the idea of my fiancées young blonde girlfriend being carnally enjoyed by another man was a huge turn-on for him, especially if he could watch – as he had shared this fantasy with me many times before that initial liaison. It sounds really weird I know, but it was just his thing. However that first meeting, with another guy, didn't exactly go to plan for my fiancée, as Charlie wanted to enjoy his afternoon session with me alone. I can remember feeling distinctly uncomfortable with the whole idea at first, especially as Charlie and I entered our flat, with my fiancée dutifully waiting in the street 2 floors below. I surprised myself though, as after getting over my initial reservations and feelings of sexual awkwardness, I willingly gave myself to Charlie, allowing him to enjoy the intimacy that I only usually shared with my own man.

  Although I couldn't deny that I actually ended up enjoying the bizarreness of that first afternoon sex session, and also the strangely empowering debrief that I gave my man afterwards, long after Charlie had left – I had, at the time, considered it as a one off. Looking back though, I was incredibly naive though, to think that my session with Charlie would be the last time that I'd be pimped out by my own fiancée. Unbeknown to me, as a doe eyed and impressionable 21 year old, willing to do almost anything for the continued adoration of my older fiancée, there would be several more sex dates over the coming months, always for cash, and thankfully, usually with my man present throughout. I can't say that I was a totally innocent party to all of this, as I have to admit that enjoyed the money, as the fee that these guys willingly paid, was always spent on me. My man bought me designer high heels, dresses, elegant lingerie from Agent Provocateur, MAC make-up and a variety of expensive sex toys. On one hand, I was sharing my body to please men that I had never met before, but on the other, I was being showered in gifts and adoration from my man, and experiencing a love and material possessions that I could have never have dreamt of enjoying and owning just a year ago.

  As my man worked his wandering fingers under the loose hem of my red dress, making contact with me through my sheer black knickers, I decided to park my thoughts about this forthcoming weekend, and the guy that had no doubt been promised some quality time in bed with me. I leant across and kissed him passionately, as he continued to gently stroke me through my knickers, before delving my slim hand under his bath towel and grasping for his already erect, and intensely firm penis. Although I hadn't actually slept with that many guys before meeting my fiancée, he had certainly developed my sexual confidence over the last two years, and that was long before he had started to introduce other parties to our sex life. As he helped me to develop my own sense of sexual prowess in the bedroom, I had begun to realise just what it was that guys seemed to find attractive about me, and I noticed that even more-so when I was sat behind my personal bankers desk at the bank. Maybe it was the fitted uniform, which consisted on a white satin blouse, knee length skirt, and a single breasted jacket, or maybe it was my office glasses. I usually wore my hair up, and my make-up in a business like way, but despite this, I had seemed to have perfected my alluring sales technique, and in doing so, I certainly wasn't making many friends amongst the other personal bankers in branch, as despite being fairly new to the role, I was rapidly rising up the regional sales charts.

  I held him firmly, wanking his impressively thick shaft, before breaking away from kissing him, to state “It looks like you
've missed me even more than usual this week...”

  “I've wanked about you every night.” he replied, telling me just what I wanted to hear, before adding “And this guy is so looking forward to meeting you...”

  Again I ignored his attempt to gain some sign of commitment from me about next weekends possible arrangement, as I tried to swiftly move him off the subject by parting my thighs widely, still laying on my side, and inserting my free hand inside my sheer knickers, tracing out the undeniable line of my natural wetness, purely for his viewing pleasure. He took in the sight of me, as his cock twitched inside the cover of my controlling hand, before I said “And this is what I've been doing, every night whilst you've been away...”

  “Playing with yourself, over me?”

  “Yes, whilst thinking about you, and your lovely cock.”

  “And have you been using any of the toys that I bought you..?”

  I paused for effect, before responding honestly with “No, there's really no need, as I prefer to touch myself.”

  “You don't like the toys then?”

  “No, I like them, but I prefer to use them with you...”

  With that, he pulled back from me and reached into the bedside draw and pulled out a heavily veined, pink rubber sheathed vibrator. Sensing where this was going, I eased my knickers down and over my ankles expectantly.

  “I want you to use it on yourself.” he directed, as he handed me the sex toy. I willingly took it from him, twisting the end of it, in-order to bring it to life, as it began to give out a soft whirring noise, before raising it to my lips and engulfing it's tip, as I began to mimic giving this phallic cock a slow and sensual blow job. With my fiancée’s cock now free of my grasp, he began to slowly stroke himself, over the sight of me, as I closed my eyes tightly. I thrust the pink toy in and out of my mouth, covering it with the lipstick from my pert lips. Despite sensing that he was enjoying my exhibition, I then withdrew the toy from my mouth and lowered it towards my neatly trimmed pussy. I pressed the vibrating tip of it against my pre-engorged lips and then lifted it higher, running it all over the triangle of my neatly trimmed triangle of dark blonde public hair that covered my pelvic area. Whilst holding his gaze, I then lowered it once more, and without any further need for ceremony, I gently pressed the 'bell end' of this phallic shaped prosthetic cock into my wetness, letting it sink out of view, as I buried it deeply within myself in one swift movement.