Bree Olson. Possessed by Sex

So what do you do when an ancient Aztec goddess suddenly finds her way into your head? Disbelief, you’re going crazy, 'go away. Leave me alone,' but this ain't going to happen because this one has been sent on a mission, a mission that will turn Bree Olson into a hot vixen, a devourer of men, and that's just for openers. Less So imagine, you’re a 22 year old woman, a virgin still. You have erotic fantasies about men, but you don't have the confidence to pursue your dreams. you dress to hide not to flaunt, but your workmates stories of their sex lives drive you crazy with envy. You wish it were you that men fawned over, lusted after, wanted to take to their beds. So what do you do when an ancient Aztec goddess suddenly finds her way into your head? Disbelief, you’re going crazy, 'go away. Leave me alone,' but this ain't going to happen because this one has been sent on a mission a mission that will turn Bree Olson into a hot vixen, a devourer of men, and that's just for openers. (Unfortunately, its not always possible to get the TOC correct when converting to a Mobi file, However the TOC is all there, if in a different order.)

Bree Olson curses and then throws her pen clear across the office. Not a normal action for her, she is usually somewhat reserved and not one to curse aloud. She quickly drops her head and tries to look busy as an exclamation far more lurid explodes from across the aisle from her workstation. She turns red and wishes she can disappear from sight as Ralph Johnson, her Supervisor glares all around the office in search of the culprit. The fact that he has ruggedly handsome good looks, that he makes things happen to her heart-rate whenever he is near, that he smells so good and that his smooth voice sends tingles to places she considers out of bounds at work does not help her embarrassment one iota. “Who the fuck threw that? Jocelyn? Kaitlynn? It hit me on my ear, I think I’m wounded.” “Ah poor little soldier,” coos Kaitlynn. “Want me to come and kissy-wissy it better Ralphie?” He probably would like that; she is the office vamp. A hot leggy blonde who takes no prisoners when it come to her men, a vixen who chews them up and spits them out afterward when she’s screwed them senseless or vice-versa. Bree smiles. She could never be a Kaitlynn, never use men to get her own satisfaction and that’s why at near twenty-two-years old she is still a virgin. Yes, Bree Olsen has never been poked, fucked, prodded or even touched a man’s hard prick in all her lifetime. She dresses dowdy, falls apart whenever a man approaches her and considers herself to be a plain Jane with a sexy name that she considers to be nothing other than an embarrassment. “You wish,” throws back Ralph eliciting a few more chuckles. “Oh really,” retorts Kaitlynn, pushing back her chair and rising to her feet. Heads turn, mainly because Kaitlynn has the body of a Monroe and the looks to go with it. She struts across from her desk, grabs Ralph by his head with two hands, juts out her impressive breasts and rubs them against his ears, grins, takes a bow then leans over Bree and whispers, “nice one babe.” Bree feels the woman’s breath ripple across her cheek. She trembles slightly as she feels her closeness and the heady fragrance of the cologne she wears. Now why is that, she wonders? Turning to smile back, but Kaitlynn is already on her way back to her desk to a round of loud applause. Bree returns to her screen, then stares at the message writ large across it.