Freeuse 02: Civic Duty

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The Freeuse series is intended to be short, easy reads. There’s an overarching event necessitating these encounters. Little clues are sprinkled in.

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any coincidental resemblance to actual places or persons is just that, coincidence. Copyright 2023, Coyote Howard.

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Anita Servino was 29 years old. She stood 5′ 7″ tall and weighed 152 pounds, thanks to her daughter. Also thanks to her, her 34D breasts were a little worn out, but her husband Danny still loved them. She wore a simple, loose black skirt with a cream blouse with short ruffled sleeves. She had professional, simple make-up and her black hair was in a messy bun.

He would’ve looked like a drunkard, stumbling around the city late at night. He couldn’t hold a straight line, and his words were a jumbled mess.

But Anita could tell he was in a much worse way.

She could tell because he was wearing a three-piece suit, with dirty but quality shoes, and his hair was cut recently in a tidy crew cut.

She pulled her car up in front of his stumbling route up the sidewalk and parked, then pulled out her phone.

Am going to be about 5 minutes late baby, she typed, adjusting her hair a little and her skirt which concealed her panty-less bottom.

It was hard to tell how these quick ones were going to go.

Guy needs help? Danny asked.

He was almost to her.

Yeah, he’s almost feral.