Act 1
Erica woke up with a sigh of pure pleasure. The spring sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her bedroom in a warm, golden light. She stretched languorously, her long chestnut hair spread across the pillow like a silky cascade. At twenty years old, she felt beautiful, alive, and particularly energetic this morning.
She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection drew a small satisfied smile: a fine and expressive face, big sparkling hazel eyes, plump lips, and a harmonious body with feminine curves. She ran a hand over her slim waist and hips, then turned slightly to admire her long legs. Spring was truly doing its work.
Thinking of Lucas, a tender smile came to her lips. He was adorable: cute, cultured, funny, and so kind it made her melt. At twenty-four, he was juggling the end of his studies and his job at Merced Books bookstore. He included her in almost all his passions. He was almost perfect.
Almost.
Because sexually, Lucas was the “missionary and sleep” type. The first few months had been torrid, but he had quickly settled for a quick, efficient little fuck. For him, it was more than enough. For her, whose libido seemed boosted by steroids thanks to spring, it was like ordering a volcano and receiving a scented candle.
“I want a tsunami, and he offers me a tiny little wave,” she murmured, laughing to herself.
The day before, she had once again read completely wild smutty stories before sleeping. Sexy heroines, tentacles, werewolves, knotting, absurd and obscene situations. Just thinking about it sent a hot shiver through her belly.
Her phone vibrated. A message from Lucas:
> “Hey you. I’m working at the bookstore until 7pm. Want to go for a walk tomorrow?”
Erica smiled, touched, then put her phone down. Today, she had a completely free morning, the sun was shining, and she was in a dangerously naughty mood.
So she chose her outfit carefully: a tight little top that highlighted her firm breasts, and especially a very short denim miniskirt that generously showed off her long legs. In front of the mirror, she spun around. The fabric rode high on her thighs.
“Today, I’m going to provoke a little,” she said to herself with a mischievous smile.
Outside, the Californian spring was magnificent. The fruit trees in Merced were in full bloom, covering the streets with a pink and white cloud. The air was soft, fragrant, and the sun pleasantly caressed her bare skin.
As she walked, she felt men’s eyes on her. Some discreet, others much less so. It made her smile. She felt powerful and desirable.
At the corner of the main street, she ran into Sarah — a friend from college — who was coming out of a small shop.
“Erica, sweetie!” exclaimed Sarah with a big smile. “With that miniskirt, you’re practically showing everything! Is spring making you so bold?”
Erica burst out laughing.
At that moment, a police car drove slowly past them. Inside, Erica recognized the two officers. The driver, young officer Ryan, was tall, muscular, with a square jaw: objectively hot. Next to him, Hank Delgado, older, pot-bellied, with a salt-and-pepper mustache and a perpetually blasé look, sat in the passenger seat.
Ryan slowed down noticeably and stared shamelessly at Erica’s long legs.
Sarah nudged her friend.
“Look at that… He’s devouring you with his eyes.”
Erica rolled her eyes with a mocking little laugh.
“Ryan? Hot, yes. But if you take away the uniform and the muscles, he’s mostly a show-off who talks loud for nothing. Nice to look at, boring to listen to.”
Sarah giggled. Hank, for his part, shook his head while looking at his young colleague, already looking tired, as if he knew it was going to end badly.
The two young women chuckled as the police car drove away.
After chatting for a few minutes, Erica continued on her way, still amused. At the end of the street, the Walmart appeared, imposing with its large parking lot and its blue and yellow logo.
She adjusted her miniskirt slightly, took a breath, and walked toward the automatic doors of the store.
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**End of Act 1**
