JC Cummings

Here's a well-rounded new series from the naughty pen of Cummings! Sleazy Men…and My Bottom! Disclaimer: It’s not just sleazy men who have a preference or even an obsession with women’s behinds. Refer to nearly any poll out there, and you’ll see that most men (and even a fair amount of women) are pretty darned obsessed with a lovely lady’s soft, warm, and deliciously round mounds filling out the back of her jeans—along with all the nifty cracks, creases, and crinkles that go along with those mouthwatering protrusions. Well, who can blame them? Bottoms, behinds, butts, buns, bums, booties—whatever you choose to call ‘em, they sure are a lot of fun to hold and behold. Firm or soft. Big or small. Young or old. Pink or bronzed. In the end, there’s something for everyone!
 
But whereas most butt aficionados are content to simply ogle the swaying, canting cheeks of a woman on the street, goose a bit of curviness in an elevator, and perhaps play with the tushy of a wife or girlfriend, some of the more shall we say, ambitious individuals out there really succumb to their obsession and, through trickery and cunning, wind up with handfuls of softness that, technically, they’re not really “authorized” to enjoy!
 
Oh, well, the bottom line is that female rear ends are brimming with yumminess, and whether their owners realize it or not, those southern attractions just might enjoy a bit of extra, albeit dirty-minded, attention if only these owners could “see the light” and allow their sexy bums to see the light, too. The light of day! Forty-nine-year-old Olivia St. Claire is having the worst day of her life. As a lifelong sufferer of stage fright, she never enjoys giving PowerPoint presentations at work. In fact, her nerves typically get so bad that not only does she shiver and sweat her way through them, but typically winds up making mistakes left and right as a result.
 
But this time, everything’s even worse. Her organic food manufacturing company, Gaia Foods, has invited buyers from some of the largest supermarket chains in the country to her presentation in hopes that they’ll consider doing business with Gaia. There are literally tens of millions of dollars at stake here. The result: Olivia’s nerves are now so bad that she can barely speak and winds up humiliating herself and her company. In short, her presentation is a disaster. And her boss, thirty-year-old CEO Owen Gabriel, has had it. He orders Olivia up to his office where he informs her of his plan to terminate her high-paying job. Unless…
 
Unless Olivia allows him to “help” her become more comfortable before others by submitting to a bit of “immersion therapy. His plan is to make her do things in front of him and the buyers that are so “unpleasant” (read: humiliating to the nth degree) that any future presentation will seem like a walk in the park in comparison…and her stage fright will be cured.
 
Yeah, it’s a load of crap—Owen’s only real intention is to get Olivia naked—and then some! But she’s so desperate to keep her job that she fails to notice. Off come the poor woman’s clothes. Then, shaking and gasping pitifully, she is ordered to do one lewd and embarrassing thing after another in front of a roomful of sleazy, gawking men. It really is disgraceful, all the sinful things she’s being put through.
 
And in the end, it doesn’t seem to be working. Olivia’s humiliation doesn’t seem to be diminishing at all. (Well, of course not! It was nothing but a bogus, opportunistic scheme from the start!) Owen’s solution: Up the ante by making everything even worse for her.
 
And worse... And worse...
 
Will it ever work? And will Olivia survive? That, dear reader, remains to be seen! If cute women, beautiful bottoms, unscrupulous men, and massive amounts of humiliation are your cup of tea, this story is for you! Get your copy today and discover just how much fun a lovely rear end can be when it’s shaking a mile a minute!

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