1 Chapter 1 - Lost

"Shit," she said, as her eyes narrowed. Not this again.

The black SUV was parked in her spot. Her spot. Again. This morning would be the last time he did that. For six months she had asked security to leave a cone in her spot, but they had refused. She had left notes on the windshield with no response to her request. Steam poured out of her ears, and she decided to block the vehicle with her Suzuki swift. She alighted jerkily from her vehicle, still fuming as she held her car keys tightly between her right thumb and index finger. She walked briskly towards the black SUV, then stopped and glared at the car. She used the keys in her hand to draw a deep line from the back light to the bonnet of the shiny car with the glasslike rims.

SCREECH. . .SCREECH. . . .

The sound her keys made on the car, caused a slow grin to spread across her face. Truly, what a sweet sound! Her anger and frustration had overflowed, and Jenny Lawrence, Insurance advisor extraordinaire, would not take foolishness for long.

As she walked away with her Grada bag on her forearm, she looked back at her handy work and thought Did I really just do that? Shit I better move my car. I wonder if anybody saw what I just did. She looked around the area nervously. The parking lot at 16 Gretna Blue Plaza was still empty and she mumbled under her breath, "Shit, so what? Look how many parking spaces are here and that person just keep parking in my spot. He deserved it."

For six months she had been duelling with the SUV and her cup had finally overflowed. Sales had not been particularly good this month, and her commission cheque would not have been where she was hoping. Since the close of books was fast approaching, this meant it was judgement

time.

"June 14, already," she muttered as she walked towards the office door and looked at her reflection in the glass. She paused feeling her spirits rise as she saw the entire proof of her beauty.

"Girl you are one good looking woman."

The hair style with the Brazilian extensions had cost her a fortune, but the low cut hair was just not getting the attention that she needed. The push up bra was accentuating her size 36B breasts quite well, and at twenty-nine years old, without a child her stomach was non-existent, but her thighs and ass were always a source of unwanted attention. The grey skirt tried hard to ride the rhythm of her ass cheeks when they bounced as she walked.

"Jenny Lawrence today is the day!" she muttered as she pressed the buzzer at shop number 5. A chill wind blew, her hair danced. Cold bumps rose on her legs and even on her semis exposed ass cheeks. The string of her panty seemed to have drifted from its original location, and now it lounged between her crevices. This meant that each step she took generated more moisture between her thighs. She bit her lip and moaned slightly. The friction felt like an intense vibration. She glanced around, and relaxed when she saw that no one was around to see her arousal. She detested anyone seeing her this way. Needy. Wanting.

She never knew when it would hit her. Sometimes she would be sitting at her desk, a stray thought would cross her mind, and suddenly she would be forced to tightly squeeze her thighs together. She would pulse at the juncture between her legs, and delicious tingles would spread throughout her body. Making her breasts perk and her lips pout. She would then feel as if she would die if she did not get to touch herself. It was like a fever that she couldn't control. She would always quickly go somewhere private and take care of the problem.

Over the years she had learned to control it. She had not however, always been able to do so when she was younger. Her lips tightened, when she remembered when it first happened to her at her last foster home that she had lived as a child. She was 12 when her parents died. After that, she had been passed around from home to home, and finally at age sixteen she had thought that she found a forever family.

That Tuesday was etched in her memory, despite her efforts to blotting out the pain and anguish. She thought she had locked the door, and was blissfully enjoying herself, when her foster brother Leon burst in through the door. She had frozen in fear with her underwear around her ankles. He had looked at her for a minute in shock, then disgust. He turned on his heels and began shouting from the door. She remembered sitting on the edge of the bed trembling, as she fumbled to fix her clothing. His words rang in her ears even now, years later.

"Freak!"

She could still hear his words, like sharp daggers as they dug into her soul. He had told everyone else in the home what he had seen, and they used it as a weapon to hurt her every chance they got. She had been 'Jenny the Freak' for two years before she left that home. She learnt later that nothing was wrong with her, but that didn't take away the pain of being ostracized. A dull throbbing pain flashed through her head, as another more unpleasant memory of what had happened in that home, threatened to flood her mind.

The sound of the buzzer releasing the door almost

startled her but brought back her mind to her reality.

"Thank you Martin," she said as she pushed away the pain and smiled.

"Hi Ms Lawrence," the young security officer replied.

"You are looking wonderful today madam."

"Martin, I thought I told you never to call me madam, I am not your mother."

"Ok Miss, it won't happen again."

She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked towards her office.

"Martin, stop doing that, I can feel your eyes again." "Sorry Miss," he replied.

Jenny giggled to herself, he had bought a policy from her last week that almost decimated half his weekly wage, but the commission from his policy came just in time to pay the loan on the car. She liked the fact that he had a crush on her. She could send him to buy her lunch and could count on him to provide sweet treats for her during the day. She could vividly remember the day vividly when the spittle fell from his mouth as he looked through the window of her car, and her red skirt had revealed a little too much for his imagination.

As the spittle fell on her leg she said, "Martin you are going to pay for that!"

His first premium was paid in cash three hours later.

As soon as the office door was opened at 8:30am, Jenny saw the gesticulations of a handsome Oriental man who was arguing with Martin and pointing in the direction of the parking lot.

"Fuck," she said. "It must be his car that I scratched with my key."

A lump formed in her throat. The wind of flatulence blew up the hem of her skirt, and the string that was lodged betwixt her cheeks felt damp. Her heart pounded in her chest as 'Smarty Pants Martin' pointed in her direction. She gulped and tried to take a drink of water. Thinking that it may not be the best choice in case she gagged, she gave up the idea and slowly made her way over to the two men.