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How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 1

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How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 1
What does a hot girl have to do, to get some
loving?

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“Jesus Cats!”

Chloe thought to herself as she slowly walked home on Saturday

night, it shouldn't be this hard to get laid. At twenty four you
would think she would have enough experience to be able to pick up a
guy. It certainly wasn't from lack of trying.

She was a reasonably good looking gal. An old boyfriend had once

said she was 'girl next door cute'. Her blue eyes and highlighted
natural black hair looked good on her thin face. She always thought
her legs and firm little butt, were her best features. One of her
work perks was a gym membership, she took full advantage and kept in
good shape.

In her teen years, she was a nerd and went to college on a full

'Stem Girls' scholarship. But her late-bloomer body opened even new
opportunities and she was snatched up by a top sorority. Her social
skills quickly developed and soon she was an assertive career girl
with a very healthy sexual appetite. Too healthy, perhaps. It seems
her assertive nature and latent Asperger's impatience was keeping her
from bonding into a committed relationship.

She had a good job as an I T troubleshooter. Which meant she was

called in when the regular I T techs couldn't figure something out,
mostly on servers. She made enough money to have her own small
apartment in a brownstone, in the nice part of town.

She had good fashion sense, thanks to her sorority immersion, and

could dress up or down for any occasion. For example, last night she
had gone a little slutty as she was going pub trawling, as she called
it, for a cock. It was Friday night and she was ready for some
action. It had been over a month since she had gotten laid.

That's all she was looking for really. She liked being single,

coming and going as she pleased, spending her money how she wanted,
not having some guy demanding to know where she was and what she was
doing every second.

She was happy with her body and herself. She was as she thought of

it, in her twenties horny. She masturbated almost every night and had
a nice collection of toys to help her out. She enjoyed watching porn.
Not entire movies, but compilations of people having sex. But every
month or so she needed a real cock in her, to feel a guy fill a
condom while he was inside her.

First Attempt.

Chloe had gone home Friday after work and had a bite to eat. A

crashed server at 4:45 interrupted her first plans for that night.
When she texted Ken to advise him of her delay, needing to stay late
at work for perhaps an hour or two; He said he couldn't wait and went
to the concert without her. Shit!

So she put on a short black skirt paired with black lace top thigh

highs and no panties. A black top that she tied up to show a little
of her flat stomach with a red bra peeking out the top. A pair of
come fuck me black pumps completed the outfit. After a last look in
the mirror she nodded in approval at what she saw. She was a little
short at 5 foot 2, but had some nice C cup tits, or large B, it
depended on who made the bra. She grabbed her black leather jacket
and set out to find a cock to satisfy her itch.

Second Attempt.

She walked four blocks to an area that had many bars, restaurants,

shops and boutiques. She picked an Irish pub and went in. It was
fairly busy but she found a two person high top table and sat down.
She ordered a black and tan and scanned the room. There were a few
possibles in the crowd and she settled down to wait. After half an
hour she noticed one guy in a group of four was giving her the eye.
About eleven they all got up to leave. As they made their way out the
guy who had been checking her out was last in line. Chloe made eye
contact with him as he reached her table, then she glanced at the
empty chair across from her then looked back at him and raised an
eyebrow.

He took the hint and told the other guys he would catch them

later. They sized up the situation and gave them both a smile and
continued out the door. He took his overcoat off and draped it over
the back of his chair and held out his hand saying, "John, and
the pleasure is all mine."

"Chloe, John, have a seat." the waitress came by and

John signaled her for a round of drinks.

He turned to Chloe and stated "So you're looking for a hookup

tonight."

Chloe smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you came in here alone and have been checking out

all the guys. You don't seem annoyed, that means that no one stood
you up. You don't look, or act like a working girl. You haven't been
checking out the ladies so I don't think you run that way. What else
does that leave?"

The waitress set their drinks down and John handed her cash

telling her to keep the change.

Chloe said, "You're pretty good. You forgot that I looked

horny sitting here."

"And you certainly do, the question is, what are we going to

do about it?"

"Not my place, no offense, but I don't like people I've just

met knowing where I live. It sometimes complicates things."

"I understand completely. My place is out tonight. I have two

roommates that use our place for band practice sometimes. That's why
I'm out tonight. I can't believe they are almost thirty and still
believe in death metal."

"Wow, you must have understanding, or deaf, neighbors,"

she said laughing.

"It's a row house over in Crack-town," he explained, "I

inherited it from an aunt. No one will buy it, but until some druggie
slits my throat, it's a cheap place to live."

"Yeah well, even with no band practice I'm not going to that

neighborhood at night, hell, not even during the day. So what do you
suggest?"

"I drive a Town Car during the day. I was going to turn it in

now and head home. It's in the alley behind here and it has a huge
backseat."

"I got fucked in a lot of cars in high school, I always

thought it was fun. Drink up and let's go," she ordered him.

They went out the door and he led the way to the alley. Chloe

noticed that it had rained while she was in the bar. The streets were
wet and the air smelled a little fresher. As soon as they turned into
the alley John stopped her and pulled her into an embrace. There was
nothing gentle about their first kiss. Their tongues fought for
dominance, each trying to outdo the other. As they continued kissing
their hands roamed around, both were satisfied with what they found
in their groping. John was especially pleased to find Chloe had no
panties. He finally broke loose and pointed down the dark alley
toward the car. He was walking backward and holding her hand.
Suddenly he tripped over something and over he went. He landed hard
and cried out in pain. Chloe was laughing as she got to him and bent
over to help him up. She stopped laughing when she saw him holding an
obviously broken wrist.

She helped him to his feet and called 911. They moved out of the

alley and back to the bar. The waitress saw him holding his wrist and
called to the bartender for some ice and a towel. They got the ice
and towel on him and got him settled in a booth by the door. The
ambulance arrived and they loaded him up. Chloe asked if he wanted
her to go to the hospital and he said no, but thanks. She stood on
the sidewalk as the ambulance pulled away. She realized she had not
gotten his number. Then she shrugged, these meetings were meant to be
one offs anyway. The waitress stuck her head out the door and told
her to come in for a shot, on the house. She had a couple of shots
and walked home.

Third Attempt.

Well that had been her Friday night. Now here it was Saturday

night and she was walking home alone again. Amazingly she had tried
three times to get laid that day.

Work had called at 9:00am that morning with an emergency server

problem at a client out in the suburbs. She was a little hungover but
a cold shower woke her up. The place was not anywhere near a subway
line so she had used a ride share service to get out there.

The problem was unusual but she had figured it out fairly quickly

and the client was ecstatic to get up and running so fast. She walked
outside to call for a ride and realized there was a Walmart right
next door. She didn't get to shop at the huge retailer very often and
decided to take advantage of the situation. She had a cart about half
full of things when she rounded a corner and smacked into another
cart. It was a good looking, but very nervous, young man. He kept
apologizing like it had been all his fault. After reassuring him ten
times that she was OK he finally relaxed a little.

He really was cute and while they talked Chloe got to thinking a

little afternoon delight would be fun. After last nights fiasco she
was hornier than ever. She led him over to the fitting rooms. She
checked to make sure no one was looking and pulled him into an empty
one. She asked him if he wanted to fool around with her and pulled
him in for a hot kiss. He was enthusiastic and started getting into
it when a passing clerk asked if he needed any assistance. The young
man was so nervous he couldn't even answer. He pulled open the
curtain and almost ran to his cart and started down an aisle. She
retrieved her cart, and practically running, caught up with him. She
got him calmed down and told him what a good kisser he was. She told
him she was horny and just wanted to get fucked. She asked the guy if
he had driven there and he told her he had.

"Great," she said, "we can go to your place."

He replied nervously, "W-we can't do that, I live with my

folks. They are at home now."

"Jesus Christ," she muttered under her breath. "Well

how about we go out to your car. We can find a quiet place and do it
in the car."

"Um, well OK, I've never done it in a car in broad daylight

but, um, yeah sure, I guess."

"Fine," she said abandoning her cart. "pay for your

stuff and let's go."

She followed him out to an SUV. He started to put his bags in the

back. Chloe stopped him saying "Put your stuff on the front
seat. We can fold the seats down and have more room in the back. I'll
ride in the back until we find a place." She looked around then
and noticed that the parking lot was huge. Out close to the road,
over in the corner, there were no cars at all.

"Get in and drive down there," she said, pointing.

He parked the car and hopped in the back with her.

She said, "This isn't exactly private so we probably

shouldn't take off any more clothes that we need to, just in case."
This brought his nerves back into play again. She started kissing him
aggressively and put her hand down his pants to get him in the proper
state of mind. He had pushed her bra up and was nibbling her tits and
rubbing her pussy through her pants when it happened.

The store sat on a small hill and the parking lot sloped down to

where they were parked. A careless customer had emptied their cart,
left it beside their car and took off. The cart obeyed the law of
gravity and started to very slowly roll down the slope of the
blacktop. It slowly picked up speed and made a beeline for the back
of the SUV.

Chloe and the guy, she never did get his name, were so engrossed

in what they were doing they didn't see or hear the cart. It crashed
into the car with a sound like a bomb going off. The guy started
screaming and reaching over Chloe, opened the door and pushed her out
of the car. She landed on her ass with a thud. She looked up as the
guy was climbing into the driver's seat. He fired it up and burned
rubber taking off. The force of the takeoff slammed the rear door
closed and Chloe was left on her butt, with her shirt and bra up to
her neck and her bare tits on display.

Son of a bitch, she thought. She slowly got up and brushed her

hands over her butt, to get the dirt off. She got her bra back over
her boobs and everything situated then pulled her shirt down. She
looked around and started swearing, her purse was still in the guy's
SUV, probably half way to Canada by now. Then she heard a car coming
at high speed. She heard the squeal of brakes and turned. It was the
SUV slowing down next to her, the window was open and as it passed
close her purse was thrown at her. It accelerated and was soon out of
sight.

Fourth Attempt.

She saw a Convenience store on the corner and figured that would

be a good place to wait for a driver to pick her up. She went in the
store and asked the clerk where the rest room was. He pointed in the
back corner and returned to his conversation with a man standing at
the end of the counter. She turned and headed to the back. She heard
the man say to the clerk he wouldn't mind helping her get the dirt
off that cute ass.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass

saying, "I wouldn't mind a bit of help myself." They just
stared at her until she entered the rest room.

She took off her pants and used a wad of wet paper towels to clean

as much of the dirt off as she could. The door rattled two different
times from people trying to get in. She hurried, finally deciding
they were as good as she was going to get them. When she exited there
were three people waiting. One of them was the man that had been
talking to the clerk when she came in. As she walked by him he
reached out and grabbed her ass.

"Need any more help cleaning up honey," he smirked.

"You are a pig," she told him, "but are you a fuck

pig?"

"Why, what are you talking about?" he asked confused.

"I asked if you were a fuck pig. In other words, if I asked

you to walk out that back door, bend me over and fuck me, what would
you do?" she challenged him.

He stared at her for a second and said, "If you want to get a

cock up your cunt why are we standing here talking about it? Move
your slut ass," he told her pointing to the back door.

Oh damn, she thought to herself, this crude SOB was just what she

needed right now. She smiled and walked down the short hallway and
banged the back door open. She found herself in a space bounded by
the building and tall cement block walls. One end was open to the
side street. There were two dumpsters and two smaller recycle bins in
the space. The smaller bins were just the right height to lean over
and take a cock from behind.

She pulled the man over by his jacket collar and said, "I

don't want romance, I don't want a kiss, I don't even want to know
your name, I just want your cock. With that she reached in her purse,
pulled out a condom and handed it to him.

She turned and pulled down her pants and panties and leaned her

elbows on the bin. She felt one hand on her hip and the other guiding
his hard on toward her pussy then-

"Back away from the woman and get on your knees, now!"

barked an amplified voice.

They both looked toward the side street and saw a squad car with

the doors open and two officers with their guns out.

Oh shit! What do I do now? The guy had backed away from her and

was trying to get his pants up. That seemed like a good idea so she
pulled hers up also.

The cops repeated the order to get on their knees. She was about

to sink down when she realized the officers were both pointing their
guns at the guy and not her. They told him for the third time to get
on his knees.

This time he yelled at them, "Fuck you, assholes, I ain't

getting on my knees, it's all muddy here."

One of the cops kept his weapon on him and the other circled

around and used his nightstick on his leg. Instead of being on his
knees he was face down with an officer putting cuffs on him. When the
officer finished with the cuffs he approached Chloe, and very
concerned, asked if she were all right.

She told them she was fine, that nothing had happened. The guy by

this time was on his feet screaming at the officers. About the nicest
thing he called them was cock sucker. They got him in the back of the
squad car and ran his I D.

They asked her if she wanted to file a complaint. She said no, she

had just met the guy and they had come outside to talk and maybe fool
around a little. "

"So, this was all consensual?" one of them asked.

"Yes, of course," she said, "why are you asking

that?"

Apparently there had been three rapes in the last two weeks in the

neighborhood and the police were on alert.

They took her name and told her she was free to go but please, be

more discreet in the future. She asked if they were going to let the
guy go and they said no. They had run his license and he had two
outstanding warrants and was going to jail. As the police car pulled
away she gave him a little wave.

She called for a ride, they told her 20 minutes so she went inside

to get a soda and wait. Her ride showed up and they were halfway to
her place when she realized she had not finished her shopping.

It was nearly 5:00 pm when she got home. She took off her clothes

and threw them in the washer then grabbed the hamper from the
bathroom and tossed those clothes in too. She pulled on her fluffy
robe, poured herself a glass of wine and picked up her book,
intending to read while she washed and dried her clothes. When she
woke up it was dark in the room. She fumbled around and found her
phone. It was almost ten. She had decided on Italian food for supper
and had to get going if she was going to get to the restaurant before
they quit serving.

That had been a disaster too. She had sat do;

"Excuse me ma'am," the man said, rising from the stoop

where he had been hidden.

She nearly jumped out of her skin and let out a small, "Eek."

The man took a step toward her and she held out her purse, "Take
it, just don't hurt me."

The man stepped back and held up his hands exclaiming, "Jesus

lady, it's OK. I didn't mean to startle you, I'm not a mugger."

"You scared the wits out of me. What's the matter with you.

What do you want?"

Still keeping his hands at shoulder height he chuckled and said,

"I was going to ask you if I could borrow your phone for one
call."

"Why," she asked suspiciously, "where's your

phone?"

He pointed with a finger of one of his still upraised arms at the

stoop where he had been sitting. Just then there was a flash of
lightning and soon after the boom of thunder. The brief flash
revealed a guy about her age with a kind face.

"Oh put your arms down or someone will think I'm the one

mugging you."

"Thank you," he said gratefully, "my girlfriend, or

I suppose I should say ex girlfriend, lives in that building. We were
sitting on her couch when my phone went off. She picked it up and saw
the caller ID said 'Rebecca'. She started screaming things like; who
is this slut, are you fucking her too, how long have you been
cheating on me. Then she threw my phone against the wall and started
hitting me with a beer bottle until I made it out the door. So I
would like to borrow your phone and call for an Uber. Please."

"Well, I can see why she was upset but that seems a little

harsh." Chloe said.

"You mean bat shit crazy don't you?" he laughed.

Chloe giggled and said, "Yeah that sounds a little closer to

the truth. So who is Rebecca?"

"Would you believe my sister?"

She burst out laughing then tried to apologize.

"I know," he laughed, "it's funny, but it's not

funny. So how about it, can I use your phone? I'm David, by the way."

"Sure," she said just as it started raining, "shit,

come on, my place it just a block down around the corner."

They made it into the foyer of her building before getting

completely drenched and she handed him her phone saying, "Chloe,
nice to meet you."

While he was calling she returned to her musing about what had

happened earlier at the restaurant.

Fifth Attempt.

She had sat down at a table by herself. She ordered the linguine

with clam sauce and a bottle of wine. The uncle of the owner made it
himself and you could buy a bottle cheaper than getting two glasses.
It was 10:30 and not many people remained. There was a man at t

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