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While the negative aspects of egotism and ambition are all too apparent, it is also true that for a man or woman to function adequately and maturely in a society, it is necessary to have a certain amount of healthy self-confidence.
The successful businessman, the woman who rises in her chosen profession despite tremendous odds, the happy and efficient housewife — all are imbued with the self-confidence necessary for them to skillfully carry out their chosen tasks. Without it they would find it difficult to do well, and would possibly fail.
When a man or woman lacks self-confidence on a sexual level, it can be apparent in every aspect of their lives. It is often necessary to be sure of one’s identity as a man or woman in order to be successful.
Cindy Cox, the young woman in this book, suffers from a lack of sexual self-assurance. Buried behind the drab facade of her job, she at last realizes that it is a waste for her to hide her natural beauty and sensuality. Thus it is only when she learns to appreciate herself and she at last breaks free of the deeply imbedded strictures of her moralistic upbringing that she becomes a confident and successful adult.
THE SECRETARY’S HOT PANTS is a novel about a woman’s struggle to free herself of deep-seated fears and inhibitions and take her place as a fully functioning adult.
Cindy Cox sniffed as she opened the door to the stockroom; the stink of sex was like a hot blast. She glanced automatically down to her crotch, tightening her legs, as though expecting it to be coming from her — and felt the old familiar itch as the walls of her cunt started to crawl. Jesus! In another minute she’d be sopping wet if she didn’t get her mind on something else!
A giggle came from the back of the cavernous stockroom just as she was reaching for the light switch. Cindy froze, her sharp hazel eyes piercing the gloom that was relieved only by the skylight overhead.
“Zeke! Be careful — oh!”
“Shit, Elsie, you know you like it. What the fuck you fightin’ for?”
“Because a girl doesn’t want a man to think she’s a pushover just because he’s got a great big cock, that’s why stop it, Zeke! You’re getting me all slimy!”
“Just a little bit of love juice to show my prick wants you, Elsie. C’mon… mmmmmm!”
Cindy’s breath expelled slowly from her throat. She wiped the back of her hand across dry lips as the unmistakable sounds of fucking grew louder, shook her chestnut hair. She should leave, leave the lovers to their illicit pleasures… but her feet were drawing her deeper into the stockroom, moving by their own volition, her stomach tightening, tightening. Oh, God! She could feel her wetness on the insides of her thighs.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PR-3075 in the original publications (a duplicate).