The Rousing Misadventures of Miss Pandora Sparkle
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
23,910
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
My little GTO
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In the end, Evan crumpled like a cheap piece of tin foil. By the time Candace managed to peel his sobbing form off of her leg, he had agreed to hire both she and Pandora back with a bonus and to give them three days off with pay.
Evan may have been a bully but he was no fool. Replacing Candace would have been a nightmare and he knew it. He also agreed to leave off trying to force them to work together, albeit grudgingly and with much whining.
Pandora charged out of his office the second she could, still feeling perilously close to tears and even worse, now, (horror of horrors) she had to feel grateful to Candace that she still had a job.
She crossed the dark parking lot thinking how much she hated her life in general and Candace in particular. Of course, as soon as she got to her car and realized that someone had slashed two of her tires she decided that she might just hate life quite a bit more than she did Candace.
This was all she needed! She had already had the day from hell. Her body was sore in places she didn’t even want to think about and now she had no vehicle.
Disgusted, she pulled out her cell phone to call for a cab. The phone was deader than a necrophiliac‘s wet dream. Of course.
Pandora liked to think of herself as cool, calm and collected. After all, she was a lady and ladies didn’t lose their composure. Except just then she did. In other words Pandora had a well deserved hissy fit right there in the middle of the parking lot. She threw down everything she was carrying, including her keys and said a few words that would definitely have had Sylvia washing her mouth out with soap and in a rage, kicked her flat tire.
Just so you know. It is never a wise decision to kick anything with an open toe sling back heel on. Pandora yelped in pain and then she was hopping around on one five inch heel as her toe reminded her in no uncertain terms exactly why it was such a bad idea.
Pandora clutched at the now throbbing digit as she quickly realized that bouncing on a high heel wasn’t the brightest idea she had ever had either, because the narrow heel snapped like a twig around bounce number three, and all she could do was close her eyes as she flailed her arms and watched the pavement fly up to meet her face.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she braced for the impact. Which never came.
Tentatively she opened one eye to peek. Yep. The ground was still there. She just wasn’t on it.
Two strong arms tightened around her waist and Pandora finally remembered to breath as she realized that someone had caught her, then she turned around in the arms of her savior to stare up into sea green eyes and promptly forgot again.
Candace had obviously taken the time to go back to her trailer and change because she was dressed in street clothes. She had on jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt that hugged every curve, and a pair of black boots that made her look even taller than usual. Her long, dark hair had been swept back into a loose pony tail and she wore almost no make up. She still looked damn good. The bitch!
Her brow creased in a frown as she looked down at the frozen blonde in her arms. “Are you ok?”
Pandora realized with a jolt that she had just been standing there with Candace’s arms wrapped around her staring. Suddenly galvanized into action she squirmed against the strong hold. “Let me go.” She hissed.
Apparently, Candace wasn’t the type that needed to be told twice. She released Pandora so abruptly that she staggered and would have landed on her ass if she hadn’t managed to catch herself on the side of her car.
“Fine.” Candace shrugged. “I was only trying to help.” She turned away from Pandora and made her way over to her own car. A baby blue GTO that was obviously souped up and ready to go.
“I can take care of myself.” Pandora sniffed.
“No doubt.” Candace smirked, not turning back to look at her. “See you then.”
Pandora almost snorted. Candace would have a muscle car.
She glanced around the parking lot. Theirs were the only two cars left, Evan having fled as soon as he could. Pandora felt a small stir of panic as Candace unlocked her door. It was late. The place was locked up and it was dark. Perhaps she had been a little hasty in rejecting Candace’s offer to help.
“Ummm Candace?”
The lanky brunette paused and glanced back at her. “What?”
Pandora was pretty sure she would have to boil her tongue in peroxide later. “I-Im s-s-sorry.” she sputtered. “C-could I use your cell phone to call a cab?”
Candace’s lips curled just a little at the corners. “You could but I don’t have a cell phone.”
Pandora gaped at her incredulously. Everybody had a cell phone.
“Why in the name of all that is holy don’t you have a cell phone?”
Candace pursed her lips and seemed to seriously consider the question for a moment. “Because there’s no one I want to talk to.”
Pandora nodded. She could believe that.
“I… ummm.. I don’t suppose you know how to change a tire?”
Candace slowly made her way back around her car and over to where Pandora was standing. “As a matter of fact I do.”
Pandora felt a brief flicker of hope.
“I don’t suppose you have two spares?” Candace said, eyeing the two slashed white walls.
Fuck!
Candace leaned over to take a closer look. “I would loan you my spare but it wouldn’t fit your car.”
Well, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck!
Candace straightened up and walked back to her own car. This time unlocking passenger side.
“Ill just give you a ride.” She said pulling the heavy door open with a creak. “Do you have any liquor at your house?” Candace raised one perfect eyebrow. “I could really use a stiff drink.”
Uh uh… no way. Pandora knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that if she drank with Candace she would end up making a colossal fool of herself. There had to another way.
Pandora turned back to her own car thinking frantically. She really didn’t want to go with Candace. Really didn’t want Candace to know where she lived. Really didn’t want to have a drink with Candace. Really didn’t have her feet on the ground. Wait… What?
It turned out that Candace was the impatient sort and she had quickly tired of waiting for Pandora to come to the obvious conclusion that she had no choice; so she had picked her up around the waist and was carrying her across to the car and stuffing her in the passenger side before Pandora barely had time to lodge a squawk of protest.
But squawk she did. “Unhand me you brute!” *squawk*
Candace merely tossed her onto the seat before slamming the door, picking up her keys and calmly walking around to slip into the drivers seat. Pandora was livid. Outraged.
“How dare you manhandle me you heathen?!” Pandora reached for the door handle to exit the car only to have Candace lean over and lock her in.
Pandora was quickly reaching boiling point. “Let me out of this car NOW you…..”
There was more to that sentence. She was fairly sure of it. It probably included the word “cretin” and it would have been stinging and brilliant. Probably.
Not that Pandora could be sure. You see Candace had smothered her protest by claiming her mouth in a sizzling kiss that rocked her all the way down to her bubble gum pink toenails, and Pandora wasn’t too sure that she could have remembered her own NAME if anyone had asked her just then.
Tbc?
In the end, Evan crumpled like a cheap piece of tin foil. By the time Candace managed to peel his sobbing form off of her leg, he had agreed to hire both she and Pandora back with a bonus and to give them three days off with pay.
Evan may have been a bully but he was no fool. Replacing Candace would have been a nightmare and he knew it. He also agreed to leave off trying to force them to work together, albeit grudgingly and with much whining.
Pandora charged out of his office the second she could, still feeling perilously close to tears and even worse, now, (horror of horrors) she had to feel grateful to Candace that she still had a job.
She crossed the dark parking lot thinking how much she hated her life in general and Candace in particular. Of course, as soon as she got to her car and realized that someone had slashed two of her tires she decided that she might just hate life quite a bit more than she did Candace.
This was all she needed! She had already had the day from hell. Her body was sore in places she didn’t even want to think about and now she had no vehicle.
Disgusted, she pulled out her cell phone to call for a cab. The phone was deader than a necrophiliac‘s wet dream. Of course.
Pandora liked to think of herself as cool, calm and collected. After all, she was a lady and ladies didn’t lose their composure. Except just then she did. In other words Pandora had a well deserved hissy fit right there in the middle of the parking lot. She threw down everything she was carrying, including her keys and said a few words that would definitely have had Sylvia washing her mouth out with soap and in a rage, kicked her flat tire.
Just so you know. It is never a wise decision to kick anything with an open toe sling back heel on. Pandora yelped in pain and then she was hopping around on one five inch heel as her toe reminded her in no uncertain terms exactly why it was such a bad idea.
Pandora clutched at the now throbbing digit as she quickly realized that bouncing on a high heel wasn’t the brightest idea she had ever had either, because the narrow heel snapped like a twig around bounce number three, and all she could do was close her eyes as she flailed her arms and watched the pavement fly up to meet her face.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she braced for the impact. Which never came.
Tentatively she opened one eye to peek. Yep. The ground was still there. She just wasn’t on it.
Two strong arms tightened around her waist and Pandora finally remembered to breath as she realized that someone had caught her, then she turned around in the arms of her savior to stare up into sea green eyes and promptly forgot again.
Candace had obviously taken the time to go back to her trailer and change because she was dressed in street clothes. She had on jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt that hugged every curve, and a pair of black boots that made her look even taller than usual. Her long, dark hair had been swept back into a loose pony tail and she wore almost no make up. She still looked damn good. The bitch!
Her brow creased in a frown as she looked down at the frozen blonde in her arms. “Are you ok?”
Pandora realized with a jolt that she had just been standing there with Candace’s arms wrapped around her staring. Suddenly galvanized into action she squirmed against the strong hold. “Let me go.” She hissed.
Apparently, Candace wasn’t the type that needed to be told twice. She released Pandora so abruptly that she staggered and would have landed on her ass if she hadn’t managed to catch herself on the side of her car.
“Fine.” Candace shrugged. “I was only trying to help.” She turned away from Pandora and made her way over to her own car. A baby blue GTO that was obviously souped up and ready to go.
“I can take care of myself.” Pandora sniffed.
“No doubt.” Candace smirked, not turning back to look at her. “See you then.”
Pandora almost snorted. Candace would have a muscle car.
She glanced around the parking lot. Theirs were the only two cars left, Evan having fled as soon as he could. Pandora felt a small stir of panic as Candace unlocked her door. It was late. The place was locked up and it was dark. Perhaps she had been a little hasty in rejecting Candace’s offer to help.
“Ummm Candace?”
The lanky brunette paused and glanced back at her. “What?”
Pandora was pretty sure she would have to boil her tongue in peroxide later. “I-Im s-s-sorry.” she sputtered. “C-could I use your cell phone to call a cab?”
Candace’s lips curled just a little at the corners. “You could but I don’t have a cell phone.”
Pandora gaped at her incredulously. Everybody had a cell phone.
“Why in the name of all that is holy don’t you have a cell phone?”
Candace pursed her lips and seemed to seriously consider the question for a moment. “Because there’s no one I want to talk to.”
Pandora nodded. She could believe that.
“I… ummm.. I don’t suppose you know how to change a tire?”
Candace slowly made her way back around her car and over to where Pandora was standing. “As a matter of fact I do.”
Pandora felt a brief flicker of hope.
“I don’t suppose you have two spares?” Candace said, eyeing the two slashed white walls.
Fuck!
Candace leaned over to take a closer look. “I would loan you my spare but it wouldn’t fit your car.”
Well, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck!
Candace straightened up and walked back to her own car. This time unlocking passenger side.
“Ill just give you a ride.” She said pulling the heavy door open with a creak. “Do you have any liquor at your house?” Candace raised one perfect eyebrow. “I could really use a stiff drink.”
Uh uh… no way. Pandora knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that if she drank with Candace she would end up making a colossal fool of herself. There had to another way.
Pandora turned back to her own car thinking frantically. She really didn’t want to go with Candace. Really didn’t want Candace to know where she lived. Really didn’t want to have a drink with Candace. Really didn’t have her feet on the ground. Wait… What?
It turned out that Candace was the impatient sort and she had quickly tired of waiting for Pandora to come to the obvious conclusion that she had no choice; so she had picked her up around the waist and was carrying her across to the car and stuffing her in the passenger side before Pandora barely had time to lodge a squawk of protest.
But squawk she did. “Unhand me you brute!” *squawk*
Candace merely tossed her onto the seat before slamming the door, picking up her keys and calmly walking around to slip into the drivers seat. Pandora was livid. Outraged.
“How dare you manhandle me you heathen?!” Pandora reached for the door handle to exit the car only to have Candace lean over and lock her in.
Pandora was quickly reaching boiling point. “Let me out of this car NOW you…..”
There was more to that sentence. She was fairly sure of it. It probably included the word “cretin” and it would have been stinging and brilliant. Probably.
Not that Pandora could be sure. You see Candace had smothered her protest by claiming her mouth in a sizzling kiss that rocked her all the way down to her bubble gum pink toenails, and Pandora wasn’t too sure that she could have remembered her own NAME if anyone had asked her just then.
Tbc?