Men never knew how corrupt she was until the door was locked and the shade was down
From the back:
She Warned Them All
She removed her dress and folded it neatly over the back of a chair, taking her time, aware that his hunger was mounting as he watched from the bed. A tiny smile toyed at the corners of her lips as she reached for the clasp of her brassiere. She kept her back to him as she slid the loops down her arms and let her breasts spring loose. Slowly, knowing he was waiting, she drew in her breath and turned to face him. “Well?”
He stared. She laughed and stepped out of her heels, lifting one foot to the side of the bed, her fingers going to the garter-strap attached to her stocking. “I think I’d better warn you,” she murmured casually. “I’m not like other women.”
He blinked and frowned up at her. “What do you mean?”
Erica smiled at him. “I might be too much for you.”
He grinned, indicating his disbelief.
Erica shrugged, not surprised. “No one ever
believes me… until it’s too late for them to do anything about it.”
By Stanley Borack.