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Western man prides himself on his ability to forge his own destiny. And yet many people find that they are not always able to rule their own fates. Oftentimes a single, traumatic event will change and reshape their lives.
There is the young girl who, after a brutal r#pe, becomes a bitter, frigid young woman. Or the bright, self-confident businessman who, after losing most of his money in a poor stock investment, becomes a drunken derelict.
So, too, does fate play a trick on Denise Stockton. Unhappy with her marriage, she takes a lover who opens up new vistas of pleasure to her, then leaves her stranded in that most carnivorous of towns, Las Vegas. Broke and alone, Denise is helplessly drawn into selling her body in order to survive. And although she attempts to bring her life into some semblance of normalcy and respectability, vowing to get out of the trap she has unwittingly fallen into, the task proves hopeless. Circumstances run against her, miring her in a bog of depravity and degradation, propelling her to her fate.
HOOKER HOUSEWIFE — the story of one average American woman who becomes the victim of circumstance. Her story is a warning to others never to forget that their lives are not always their own. It is a chronicle of one modern woman’s destiny.
Denise Stockton nervously caressed her firm tits through the material of her filmy nightgown when the doorbell rang. She knew it was Clark. Her husband would have used his key and let himself in.
Yet, she was still nervous. She had been having the affair with Clark Hunter for over a month now, and she still got butterflies in her stomach every time he came over to fuck her.
The thin material flashed around her creamy legs as she ran to the door to let her lover in. Her slender hand trembled slightly, then with greater determination, she slipped back the chain and opened the door for Clark.
Hunter stood in the gathering shadows far a moment, then glided silent as a ghost into the dimly lit hallway. He was a middle-aged man but solid. He didn’t believe in letting himself go to flab. His stomach was firm and hard, and his muscles were powerful — Denise loved it when he pulled her body down hard against his and crushed her in his passionate embrace.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number EL-1022 in the original publications (a duplicate).