The Pussy Next Door

Rachel Abernathy didn't look like a pervert. In fact, she might be described as a "girl next door," as much as a 28 year old woman could be described as a girl. The point was, she was pretty. Not in a whorish, overly-done make up kind of way, but in an effortlessly pretty, just-got-out-of-bed-but-still-stunning kind of way.

Standing at five foot four, Rachel was compact little thing. Her breasts spilled out from a modest, frilly top. No matter what she wore, she couldn't seem to find anything besides a turtle-neck sweater that would halt the onslaught of cleavage her boobs seemed determine to show. She didn't mind though. Her boobs were her favorite weapons.

You see, Rachel Abernathy was a pervert. A more politically correct term might be "sex addict," or something of the sort. It didn't matter to Rachel, she embraced her identity, even if no one would know it just be looking at her. Because, despite being sexy, Rachel looked innocent. The type of girl you couldn't help but lend a hand if you saw her stranded on the side of the road. She had big beautiful green eyes and stunning brunette hair that hung in bangs just above her eyes. Gorgeous freckles added to that approachable look, making her eyes stand out, and helping to draw a man's gaze away from her rack... at least for a moment.

The best part of Rachel's life? She was single and newly moved into her very own house in the suburbs. Her career as a lawyer had proven very lucrative, and while other people her age struggled to make rent for a dingy apartment, she'd bought the house of her dreams in an idyllic neighborhood outside San Diego.

But Rachel hadn't moved to the suburbs as a single, attractive young woman to live out a boring life in peace. No. While her job was stimulating enough, she had a far more pressing need: a need to corrupt every single other soul in her neighborhood.

You see, Rachel was single by choice. She was the type of girl who could have any guy she wanted in a committed relationship if she really wanted to. That's why she wasn't in a relationship. Not challenging enough, and nowhere near hot enough. What Rachel really wanted was the unattainable. She wanted to take married men and **** them to forsake their wedding vows while in their wife's bed. She wanted to take married women and corrupt them to the point that they were begging for another woman to fuck their husbands, and even to fuck themselves.

Rachel would not rest until she'd corrupted every single soul in her quiet suburb.

That explains then exactly how and why Rachel found herself giving a 45-year-old married doctor the sloppiest head of her life on a bright Saturday morning.