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Women of Temptation


Marybeth has always been a writer.

It was all she loved to do growing up. Marybeth is a sweetheart, shy, and was raised in a religious family that taught her the importance of being well behaved. She majored in English Literature and it was the first step in her lifelong goal of becoming a bestselling author.

After college she moved into a quiet, proper, morally upright Christian neighborhood where everybody knows each others name, and all of their businesses as well. She moved there because she felt the quiet area would be beneficial towards her career as a writer, and because the housing prices were so cheap.

Even as a sweet 23 year old lady, her passion was writing erotic literature. She knew her parents wouldn't approve, but that they would eventually understand. All she needed was the proper inspiration to finish her work...

Women of Temptation

They sat in a fancy office of a mid-sized agency. Lillian, an experienced agent, was sitting behind the desk looking at the young woman in front of her.

"I've got some great news for you," Lillian smiled. "I recently got off the phone with the publisher and they are very interested in doing business with you. It's practically a done deal if we play our cards right."

Marybeth's eyes lit up. "Really!? Oh my god. Wow. The last agent I had tried a bunch of times to get me a deal with a few publishers, but I got rejected by everyone."

"Your last agent didn't know how to market your material. Besides, I'm friends with a few people at this publisher and they trust my judgement."

"Is that all it takes? Just being friends with someone?"

Lillian shook her head. "No. With the recent growth of erotica, publishers are looking for the next big thing in writing. I showed them a couple of your story outlines and writing samples, and they think you have potential."

"Thank you so much," Marybeth smiled. "You have no idea how much this means to me. I've wanted to be an author ever since I was young."

"And erotica no less. I hope I'm not crossing the line, but you're such a sweet girl. I never would have guessed by looking at you that writing about sex is your forte."

"Well, it's kind of a long story. I grew up in a strict Christian environment and I'm still a product of that. I'm not trying to rebel or anything. And I'm definitely not an overly sexual person. But I've always been fascinated with anything regarding sex, and I've always noticed how sexually repressed the women in my old neighborhood seem to be."

Lillian nodded. "That makes sense. I take it your parents along with the people you used to go to church with wouldn't approve of the material you write."

"Gosh no," Marybeth replied in earnest. "They'd be really upset with me if they knew. But it's my life right?"

"Right," the agent smiled. "You're following your heart. That's one of the perks of my job, I help people achieve their dreams while making a decent living from it."

"Exactly. I love writing, but I also want to write a bestseller some day so I don't have to work and I can just hang out with my friends all day," she joked.

Lillian laughed. "Speaking of which, I think I can get a deal done this week. But first they want to know more concrete details about the story you plan on writing to see if it's marketable. I'll be honest and tell you that your overall pay may be relatively low, but you're 23 years old, so that's expected. If your first book is successful, then you'll be paid much more the second time."

"Fair enough," Marybeth replied. "The book is loosely based on my life growing up, and it's about a small group of sexually repressed Christian women who decide to band together and explore their sexuality. They start wearing more provocative clothing around town and they decide to start teasing the men. Their overall goal is to regain control of their sex lives. It's going to be called Women of Temptation. It sounds sleazy, but it's going to be an artistic story"

"Sounds provocative. Given your writing abilities, I'm sure the publishers are going to be impressed, and before you know it, you're going to find a nice audience who'll enjoy your books."

"You're the expert," she smiled.


Three weeks later. Marybeth laid on her bed that evening in her pajamas. She was on the phone with her mother and they were having a casual conversation like always.

"So how are you adjusting to living alone?" her mom asked. "I remember you used to be so afraid of the dark growing up."

"That was a long time ago mom. I'm doing fine. It gets kinda boring sometimes. Plus the bathrooms in this house are old and small. Other than that I'm okay."

"I'm so glad to hear it. Your father and I are very proud of you. You're becoming your own woman."

"Thanks mom," Marybeth proudly replied. "One step at a time right?

"Right. You've always been a smart girl. Speaking of which, how's your book coming along?"

"It's coming along okay. I'm trying to finish it as fast as possible so I can leave this place after I get paid."

"I thought you liked it there?" her mom asked.

"I do. But I think I'd rather live in the city."

"Whatever makes you happy," her mom noted. "Anyway, so what's this book about? Are you ever going to tell me, or am I going to have to wait until it arrives in the bookstore before I can finally read it?"

"It's complicated," she replied. "It's kind of hard to explain."

"Well you were able to get a book deal out of it right? Trust me, I'm not as outdated as you think I am. I understand this whole vampire or werewolf phenomenon that's popular with young people these days."

"It's neither of those," she said hesitantly. "It's an erotic novel."

There was a slight pause on the phone. "Marybeth, you know exactly how your father and I feel about something like that..."

"You see, that's why I never wanted to tell you guys. You don't understand me."

"That's not true," her mom replied. "We do understand you, and we want to be supportive as best we can. It's just that we that we have a slight difference when it comes to this subject."

"So you don't approve of my book even though you don't know what it's about?"

"That's not what I'm saying either..."

Marybeth's phone started to beep and she was receiving a phone call from Lillian.

"Mom, I've gotta go. My agent is calling so I'll talk to you later. It's important business stuff."

"Okay sweetheart, I love you."

"I love you too mom."


Marybeth hung up on her mom and answered Lillian's call.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hey Marybeth," the agent replied. "Sorry about the delay. I just got your message. So what can I do for you this evening?"

"It's about the book. Writing a novel isn't as easy as I thought it would be and I'm totally freaking out right now. My biggest nightmare is not being able to finish it and having to look for another job," she said frantically.

"Relax. Take a deep breath. I've worked with countless new authors, and believe it or not, this is a fairly common dilemma most of them have faced. And they always get over it."


"Yes, really," Lillian stated.

A sense of relief came over Marybeth. "So do you have any useful tips that might come in handy for me? You're the only person I know in the writing industry."

"Well, the one thing I always tell struggling writers is to put themselves in the shoes of the characters they write. A few weeks ago I was representing a young man who was writing his first crime novel. He became stuck halfway through. I didn't tell him to go out and kill anyone, but I did recommend that he get out of his small apartment and walk the streets imagining that he was his character."

A profound look came over Marybeth's face. "Holy crap, why didn't I think of that? It worked for him didn't it?"

Lillian laughed, "He went on to write a spectacular novel. I know it's not my place to tell a writer how to write, but I've been in this business for a very long time and I know their tricks."

"I bet. But the only problem with your tip is that I'm writing erotica. It's not exactly helpful to me to go around pretending to be an exhibitionist."

"Then why don't you become one?" the agent recommended.

"Excuse me?"

"You told me before that you plan on leaving that town once you finish your book right?"

"Yeah," Marybeth replied. "This place reminds me of the neighborhood I grew up in, and I want to get away from that and live in the city for a change. Plus this house kind of gives me the creeps."

"Well if you plan on leaving soon, why do you care what people think of you? Think of it as a virtual reality neighborhood where you can experiment different ideas. You could easily make anything happen with your new house and situation."

She paused for a moment. "Crap, that's perfect Lillian. I could actually see how these situations would play out in real life which would make my book so much more believable."

"You're starting to sound inspired, and I don't know whether to be scared of excited for you."

"Maybe both. Thanks for the amazing advice! You're the best!"

"Now I'm starting to get nervous about what you're planning to do," the agent said skeptically.

"I'll be fine. Thanks again. I've gotta go," Marybeth said in a rush.


As soon as the call ended, Marybeth immediately undressed and got in the shower for a few seconds to wet her body. When she got out of the shower, she called the local repair man and reported that her water heater was broken.

After a quick 15 minutes, the repair man finally arrived. He was a hard working blue collar guy in his mid-30's. She answered the door, slightly wet from the shower, and wearing only a cheap bathrobe with nothing underneath. The two of them exchanged pleasantries and got straight to business.

"So, you called about a broken water heater right?" he asked in a professional tone.

"Yeah, I was in the shower and the water suddenly became freezing. The person I'm renting this house from gave me your number. Thank god you work late," she said as if she were a damsel in distress.

He smiled, "It's my job ma'am. Now let's have a look at your heater."

"Great idea. Follow me."

Marybeth led the repair man to the basement. Her heart beat rose with each step down the stairs. Nerves and excitement flowed through her body. He kneeled down in front of the water heater, and she stood next to him to observe his actions.

As the repair man dutifully did his job examining the water heater, Marybeth gently loosened the strap of her robe. It wasn't lewd or obvious, but just enough to make it look like an accident.

"Here's your problem," he said, looking at the heater. "The valve is turned off. This should do the trick."

The repair man turned the valve so that the heating would work again.

"Dang, no wonder. I was playing with it earlier and I thought I was turning the heat up," she said as if she were clumsy.

"It happens all the time."

When he turned to look at her, his eyes immediately went to her chest and he saw a glimpse of the pink nipple inside of her robe. A look of embarrassment came over the modest man and he quickly turned away.

"Gosh, I can be such a dork sometimes. Thanks so much for clearing that up for me."

"It's really not a problem," he said while taking another peak at her slightly exposed breast.

When it became obvious that he was looking, she closed her robe and pretended to show her modesty.

"Oops," she said before crossing her arms. "My robe has a tendency to get loose sometimes."

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry about it," she smiled. "It happens all the time."

"Right," he said with an uncomfortable look.

"So how much do I owe you for this?"

"Well, if there wasn't a problem here, I wouldn't feel right taking money from a young lady like you. Consider this appointment free of charge."

"Oh, well thank you! I'm kinda broke right now anyway and I don't have a lot of money to spare. I'm writing a book at the moment."

"Best of luck with that," he replied sincerely. "My step daughter is in college and she's almost your age. So I understand what you must be going through."

"Hence the discount right? Plus you got to see my tit," she said with a mischievous look.

"Excuse me?" he said in shock.

Marybeth reached down and opened the left side of her robe so that her entire breast was completely exposed. The repair man's jaw dropped.

"That's for the free service," she smiled. "Thanks again for coming so late in the day."

"You're...You're welcome ma'am."

After their brief conversation was over, she led the repair man to the door and he left. The feeling of her first exhibitionist moment was an extreme rush for the normally shy girl. She ran to her computer and began to write about her feelings.


The next morning. Marybeth woke up early and she was as prolific as ever. She sat in front of her computer and continued work on her story.

She named the main character after herself. The other characters were named after her best friends. The story revolved around a group of devout Christian wives who decide to have fun exploring their repressed sexual feelings. They talk about their deviant fantasies during brunch and decided to make it a reality. For the next week, they started wearing proactive clothing around town to get the attention of various men, tease the repair men with sexy lingerie, and occasionally water their lawns wearing nothing but cute little tshirts and exercise pants.

What made her story work was witting about the feelings she actually felt from flashing her breast to the repair man. It was a rush. Marybeth had always been prudish when it came to sex and not many men have seen her naked parts.

After two hours of writing that morning, she needed more inspiration. The descriptions of her characters and their feelings were becoming repetitive, and she needed something new to spice up her story. After a brief thought, she decided to once again live out her story, but this time in a way that was more daring.

She opened her closet to find something sexy, but she saw nothing but boring and tame clothing.

'I really need to update my wardrobe,' she thought to herself. 'This is just sad.'

A few minutes later her pajamas were tossed onto the bed and she changed her clothes. The final product was her in a pair of tight jeans and a button shirt. She braless and her shirt was buttoned just short of reaching the top, leaving her breasts visible to anyone brave enough to look inside of her shirt.

'Perfect,' she thought to herself while looking in the mirror.


After a short walk into town, Marybeth entered a small store that she would occasionally visit. The owner was a man named John. He was handsome and in his late-40's. He didn't have a ring on his finger and he had the appearance of a single man. She picked up a few pieces of her favorite candy and went to the register to pay for it. The story was empty and she was all alone with the owner.

"Morning," he said with a smile. "Will that be all for you today?"

She smiled back, "Yep. I'm living on a tight budget right now."

"So you just eat candy for breakfast?"

"Not all the time. Sometimes I'll have a donut with sprinkles on it."

He thought for a moment. "I'll tell you what, you seem like a nice young lady, so I'll throw in a couple of fresh eggs and fruit. No one's around so this'll be our secret."

"Really?" she said with her eyes lit up. "What's with this town anyway? Everyone here is incredibly nice. It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something."

He laughed and put the food in her bag along with the candy. "Nope, you're in reality. I've lived in this town my whole life and the people here are as genuine as they come."

"Seems like it."

"We don't have many visitors, but when we do, we always try our best to be as accommodating as possible."

She nodded. "I've noticed that. Thanks a lot for the food."

"You're welcome. I still need to be paid for that candy though."

"Of course. I've never stolen anything my whole life, and I don't plan on starting now."

She reached inside of her pocket and pretended to work hard digging for loose change. She turned her waist so that John would have a clear view of the inside of her braless shirt. She made sure to squirm and twist her body looking for the money inside of her pocket so that John would have a clear view of her nipple.

"Your breast is exposed," he said bluntly.


"Your breast is exposed. I can see inside of her shirt and you're not wearing a bra."

Marybeth pretended to act surprise. "Oops. I hopped out of bed recently and I didn't think anyone would notice. I was going straight home after this"

"Are you sure about that?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "You definitely look like you came here with a purpose."

"And what makes you say that?"

"It seemed like you did everything you could to have me look inside of your shirt. You should try being a little more subtle the next time you want to flash someone."

"I guess you caught me," she said as she started to blush with embarrassment.

"That sort of thing is frowned upon in this area. We're a tight knit community and very traditional."

"Does this mean I'll have to give back the food?"

"No," he smiled. "You can keep it. I'm just curious as to why a sweet young lady like you would go around flashing old me like me in a town like this."

"Honestly, it's for a book I'm writing," she replied, glad that she wasn't in trouble. "I recently got a book deal and I'm looking for inspiration."

"Congratulations. So what's this book of yours about?"

"Well, it's about a group of conservative women in a town like this. They were raised in strict Christian families and deep down they feel like they're missing out on the joys of life. They feel constrained in a way and they're fed up that their sexuality is being imprisoned while men get to enjoy theirs. So they decide to explore their sexual inhibitions by being more provocative around town and teasing the men. I know it sounds sleazy, but it's going to be artistically done. It's kind of like an exploration of human sexuality in modern American society."

"That does sound intriguing. I read a lot of books in my spare time, mostly classic literature, but this might be something I'd give a shot. I'd love to buy a copy once it's released."

Her eyes lit up. "Really? Most people think I'm a weirdo for writing something like this, aside from my friends and people in the publishing world. My parents are kinda upset about it as well."

"It's certainly not for topic for everyone. Deep down, I feel the same way as you. I've always felt that people in towns like these are missing out on an important part of life by denying their sexuality. Do I think that the women in your story have the right idea? Not exactly. But it's a story right? Stories are meant to stimulate our minds and to indulge in our secret fantasies."

"Wow. I wasn't expecting to hear a response like that. I've never heard that from anyone."

"Well you're a fascinating girl."

She smiled, "And you're an interesting guy."

The front door opened and another customer walked in. They were no longer alone.

Marybeth smiled again and took the cue. "I better go now. I've got a lot more writing to do. Maybe we'll chat again?"

"Maybe we will. Have a great day."


The next day. After a long day of writing and watching tv, Marybeth had made considerable progress with her book.

She had added the character of John to her story, and it was based on her previous encounter with the store owner. In the book, the main character would continuously visit John and tease him because she knew he was an honest man with integrity. She would wear dresses without panties, and tshirts without a bra during each visit. During the more recent trips, their meetings at the store would end in brief sexual encounters.

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