Foul-mouthed Amber is sent to anger management after insulting a police officer. Tempers run high as the feisty vixen picks a fight with a fellow rageaholic, the intensity of her anger matched only by that of her lust for sex. As the course spirals out of control, she sets out to satisfy this lust, daring the group to take her on. Contains explicit depictions of group sex. For adults only! 4669 words.
"Guys, calm down!" John said again, his voice now much more authoritative. Amber grinned at Ian as he postured threateningly at her, but he said nothing, instead glaring at her menacingly before slowly sitting back down.
"These are the kinds of situations we want to avoid, people," John said. "Remember, you are all here because you allow your temper to get the best of you. Amber, Ian, you allowed your temper to take control and look what almost happened."
Amber raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "Not true, John," she began, casting a quick glance at Ian. "I kept my cool the whole time. Ian here is the one who exploded at me for no reason whatsoever."
"Oh, bullshit!" Ian shouted, and Amber grinned in contentment.
"Ian, please," John cooled him. He turned to Amber. "Amber, wouldn't you agree that your choice of language had something to do with Ian's reaction?"
"No, and I resent that. All I did was lay down some truth on him," Amber said, fully aware that Ian's rage was building up again. "Not my problem if he can't handle it."
"But don't you think you could've used softer words, perhaps?"
"Hey, I call it as I see it," Amber shrugged. She turned around to face the others in the room. "Who here doesn't agree that Ian's an idiotic little shithead?" No hands were raised as everyone kept sitting in silence, watching. "I rest my case."
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Published February 25, 2012
by Deirdre Bonneval.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.