Day 8: Fifty Shards of Glass

Dedicated to: Emma Quinn

Content warning: everything

Fifty Shards of Glass is the bodice ripper of 2018. It tells the totally sexy and erotic story of how virginal-but-not-frigid girl next door Angelica Dainty gets swept up in the hot and steamy world of Blake Hardon, a young business tycoon who will change her forever.

Chapter 1

Angelica shifted nervously on her seat, because she was an insecure young woman which made her likeable. She tugged at the expensive green shift dress she was wearing. She’d had to borrow it from a friend because she herself could not afford clothes. Angelica felt out of place in this office, which was made entirely out of crystal, where she had come to interview the notoriously secretive business tycoon Blake Hardon.

Angelica had no idea why the editor of the student paper sent her to interview this man. She’d had to cancel her shift at the Pancake House. She worked there because she wasn’t as rich as her friend Tara, who drove a Lexus, so she was practically impoverished. It was amazing she was at university at all. Her diet of dust accounted for her perfect figure.

She read through the notes she had made on the mysterious Mr. Hardon. At the age of 23, he already owned eleven vintage cars, sixteen villas, an actual gold panther and a small country. He was a rich white man who everyone said was sexy. He sure was interesting.

Angelica was thinking about the Bronte sisters when she was suddenly called into Blake’s office.

Chapter Two

Angelica turned the handle and entered. The office was shiny and leathery, like offices on Boston legal dramas, and had a large gold desk in the middle. Behind it, with his back to her, stood a tall man in a tailored silk suit. This must be the illustrious Blake Hardon, she thought perceptively. She was determined not to be impressed.

He slowly turned around.

Oh my, thought Angelica. She’d never seen anyone like this. Blake Hardon wasn’t just hot. He was an absolute FOX. (He was, to be clear, actually an absolute fox, with the sexy body of Adonis and the head of a fox.)

He sat down and fixed her with a hard stare. Being really into her studies, Angelica was a virgin. (Not in a frigid, ugly way though. If anything, she was like a classier version of Britney Spears in the Baby One More Time video, that kind of virgin. The sexy kind.) As such, she’d never looked at a man before, let alone a half-fox, half man. Now, as she took in his torso, the curve of his buttocks, his strong arms, his furry face and pointed fox ears, something visceral came over her. Involuntarily, her butt clenched. Deep, deep in the pit of her abdomen and the depths of her lady garden she felt an intense rush of the kind of arousal she had only ever felt, inexplicably, on the first day of her period after her third Twix bar and right before she started crying. He was so flippin’ hot!!!

What’s happening to me?? she thought.

Chapter Three

At last Blake spoke. He used a combination of words and barking, but Angelica found she could understand him perfectly.

‘So… Angelica…’

He spoke slowly and deliberately, in a way that many would find creepy. Angelica, however, was transfixed; she was drawn to Blake like a pigeon to a soggy chip.

‘Are you angelic?’

Even though she was quivering beneath the surface, Angelica cleared her throat and affected a haughty tone, to show how feminist and serious she was.

‘Let’s stick to what I’m here for, shall we?’

Blake looked at her like she was a solitary hen, whose enclosure he was he was about to break into before devouring her with his fox teeth. Instead of running away, she sat down.

‘What’s that perfume you’ve got on?’ he asked.

‘The Feminine Mystique’

‘Ah, Steinem’

‘You know about Gloria Steinem?’

‘I know about… everything.’

Angelica spontaneously orgasmed.

Chapter Four

For the next hour, Angelica questioned Blake. Throughout the interview, she passed out several times from the force of her lust. Each time Blake revived her, in the most gentlemanly way possible, by delicately wiping his cock across her cheek.

Between passing out, Angelica asked lots of intelligent questions like a proper journalist and wrote down his answers diligently. They discussed his love of crystal, multiple boats and what it was like to have the face of a fox in the corporate world. This interview was definitely not what she expected! Yet one thing she could never get to the bottom of was just how this 23-year old fox man had made his fortune at such a young age.

When the hour was up, Blake looked at his watch.

‘Time for this interview to end… Angel.’

‘Of course, thank you for your time’ said Angelica, ever the consummate professional except when she was fainting.

‘Unless you’d like to continue this… delicious conversation over dinner.’

Angelica considered for a moment. She didn’t really know him, and they hadn’t taught anything in school about the trustworthiness of half foxes. But maybe… with a bit more time, she could find out how he had come to be the richest individual in the solar system…

It will come as no surprise to the reader that Angelica agreed to dinner.

Chapter Five

Ten minutes later, they were hang-gliding all the way to his Paris apartment on the only motorised platinum hang glider ever made. Blake’s hard, throbbing manhood pressed into the small of Angelica’s back the entire way. It was thrilling.

‘Wow Blake, this is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me’ she whispered, tears in her eyes.

‘I love you Angelica.’

She gasped. Nobody had ever said that to her before. Literally nobody, as she was raised by nuns in a silent convent.

‘Oh Blake… how could you love a girl like me?’

‘Don’t make me think about it too much. I shouldn’t love you as I am a person who never loses control and if I give into my feelings now, I will plunge us into the Atlantic so that we can die together. Forget I said it.’

Angelica was shocked. What was her sexy fox love saying? It had never occurred to her at any point whatsoever that this might be remotely dangerous.

‘OK, I’ll forget’ she lied, knowing that she never would.

Chapter Six

Finally, they landed on top of a Paris skyscraper.

‘I always wanted to go to Paris, but I never thought it would be like this.’

‘Well baby, expectations aren’t my style.’

They dined on roasted swan, dragon eggs and steamed emeralds, prepared by Blake’s house elves. It was the most exquisite meal Angelica had ever tasted. She’d never drank before, but was unable to resist glass after glass from Blake’s champagne fountain, which was sourced directly from the Champagne Vineyards via crystal pipes.

‘I like a woman with an appetite’ said Blake.

‘Oh… I never get fat.’ She looked directly at him, shocked and a bit thrilled at her own forwardness.  He met her gaze.

‘Shall we find out what else you like to eat?’

‘Blake… are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?’

‘Come… with me.’

‘Blake, I’ve never done this before.’

‘Don’t be afraid, I’m an expert. But first… you must be blindfolded.’

Nobody knew where Angelica was, she had crossed the Atlantic and the border into France without even having a passport, was drunk for the first time in her life and in the sole company of a man she had met four hours ago, who was half carnivorous animal. She thought the blindfold was a great idea.

Chapter Seven

Blake removed the blindfold for Angelica. She was so transfixed by his beautiful yellow eyes that it took her a few moments to realise he was completely naked and that they were surrounded by hunting traps. Oh my she thought.

Angelica’s eyes moved down his luscious torso to his erotically naughty groin area. As a virgin who had been raised by nuns without electricity, she had never seen a man’s groin before. In fact, she’d never seen any groin, even her own, as she always shut her eyes in the bathroom. Nonetheless, she was still absolutely certain that Blake’s penis was the biggest one she’d ever see. Long, thick and purplish pink, it was the size of a prize-winning marrow. At its base were tufts of orange fox fur. She had never seen anything so beautiful.

‘Are you ready Angelica to become… a fox?’

Somehow, Angelica had always known that her first and only love would change her in such a profound way as to break through all boundaries of reality.

‘I’m ready.’

Chapter Eight

Obviously, Blake tied Angelica’s feet and hands to the bedposts with handcuffs. It was great. Then, with no foreplay whatsoever, he fucked her, hard. Like all young women having sex for the first time, she loved this and orgasmed fifteen times. It was definitely love.

Angelica wondered afterwards if she actually would become a fox, perhaps Blake had some rare STD that caused people to become foxes. Well, it was too late now, but it was worth every minute. She just hoped it wouldn’t affect her chances of becoming a news anchor one day. Surely Fox News would hire her?  

Chapter Nine

Angelica lay in Blake’s arms amidst the silk sheets in post-coital bliss. Yet, she still had one more thing on her mind.

‘Blake… do you think now that we’ve… now that we’re…’

‘Bound together forever by fox love’ he finished the sentence for her.

‘Yes, exactly… could you maybe tell me… how it is that you made your billions?’

For the second time that day, she was shocked at her own boldness. Blake didn’t speak or bark for several moments.

‘Angelica, I’ve never told anyone this before.’

‘Oh Blake, you don’t have to… but just so you know, this isn’t about the story for the student paper anymore. I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know you.’

He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at her foxily.

‘Well, if I’m going to tell you that, I might as well tell you everything.’

She stared up at the love of her life. Nothing he could say now could change that.

‘Go ahead Blake.’

He took a deep breath.

‘I made my money in novelty paperweights. And… my real name isn’t Blake.’ A tear ran down his face. ‘My name is Eric.’

Eric?! Angelica was horrified.

Chapter Ten

Angelica sat naked in the seven-mile-long lounge while her fox-man slept. Her fox man? How could she even have thought that about a man whose real name she didn’t even know? A man whose secret was that he made his fortune in paperweights? She had been led to believe by her imagination that it was something far more glamorous. She’d been lied to by the man she loved. Her mind was in turmoil.

Angelica suddenly realised that the entire room was filled with paperweights. How could she have been so stupid as to miss that? Even if she could come to terms with them, the fact he had lied about his name, to someone he said he said he loved, to her… that was unforgiveable. Angelica (which was her REAL name) was utterly heartbroken. In an emotional female fury, she picked up one of the paperweights and threw it at the wall. It shattered, leaving fifty shards of glass all over the golden floor tiles. She had to get out of there.

She snuck back into the bedroom, where Eric lay, his pointed ears twitching in his sleep. She slipped her friend’s expensive dress back on and took a long look at the most beautiful and richest man on the planet.

‘Goodbye Mr. Fox’ she whispered. Then, with no idea how she’d get home without a passport, phone or any money Angelica stepped out into the Paris night, wondering if she’d ever see him again.

THE SEXY SEXY END

Words: 2013