Sally's
dorm room was a war zone. A pizza box and plastic red cups teetering
on her dresser, a half-empty beer bottle resting on the floor.
Various articles of clothing scattered across the room, flung against
the back of a chair, or strewn around the bed. And on that bed was
her victory for the night: a tall frat boy who was pounding away at
her, the two of them caught up in a drunken love making session.
For
Travis, it was another glorious Friday night in college. He had
finally worked up the

Melissa
sat up breathless, her heart racing in her chest. "Damn, what a
nightmare," she thought to herself, the visions of being
kidnapped still floating in her mind. She turned onto her side, her
hands gliding across her blanket. Well, a napkin, but it was her
blanket for the time being. 
After
giving herself a moment to calm down, Melissa shifted in her
makeshift bed, sitting back up. Her back ached as she stood up, sore
from sleeping on the firm cardboard floor. A dome of wire

Desmond
grunted as the overpowering sole rested on top of his body. The
weight pressing down on his chest was almost too much, his ribs
creaking in protest with each breath he took. His back sank into the
worn insole of the heel, the stale, rubbery leather yielding to his
body just enough to prevent him from being completely crushed under
the massive foot resting against him.
The
stockinged sole shifted, and Desmond grimaced as the damp nylon
fibers brushed against his face. A thin film of sweat

"C'mon,
Tracy, how long are you going to make me wait? I should be at the
hospital or something!" 
John
stood at the end of the table, tapping his foot impatiently. How long
was this woman going to take to get ready? It was bad enough waking
up at only two inches tall, but now he was having to wait on her? He
rolled his eyes as she slipped into a pair of jeans, the view of her
panty-clad ass doing little to distract him from the fact that she
was taking forever to get dressed.
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The
lobby of the towering steel structure was bustling with people headed
in a hundred different directions. Tinted light filtered through the
thick glass panels that comprised the outer walls, illuminating the
sprawling room in a mild aqua hue. Amidst the sea of people man
sporting a suit and tie glanced around, visibly lost in the flurry of
people.An oval wooden desk in the center of the room caught
his eye; the concierge! Perhaps they could help him. He skirted
around a woman standing in the

A
Bit of Change – Dance the Night Away
"You
think they'll even let me in the door?" Stephanie inquired. "I
thought clubs didn't let people like me in, like they're afraid we'll
get hurt or something."Gina waved off the question with a
flutter of her hand. "Don't worry, babe, I can bring just about
anyone I want there, all the staff know me.""Okay..."
Stephanie's voice trailed off as she resumed putting on her
makeup.At just over two feet tall, her concer