On the Road: Drillers

By C. L. Glass

Nicole Van Dyne returns with a new sexy adventure to tell her husband after she gets home from her trip On the Road:

Nicole is making a name for herself as an industrial engineering consultant. Her newest project takes her to Russia, where she is trying to solve a problem with a major tunnel drilling project. The problem is, she has to stay under the radar for political reasons. That doesn't stop her from taking control of the project. She also takes control of a group of four brawny construction workers. She doesn't speak their language, but that doesn't stop them from showing her the real meaning of drilling.

This story is 7,500 words long, and contains graphic descriptions of consensual group sex between adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. L. Glass
• Release date: Feb 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370353651

C. L. Glass

C. L. Glass writes and enjoys erotica from her home in Key West.

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On the Road: Drillers

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On the Road: Drillers

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Table of Contents

Saint Petersburg

The Tunnel

Phone Call

Back in the Tunnel

Home

Sneak Peek

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Not Quite Done

Saint Petersburg

The first thing I notice as I leave the airport concourse is the pollution. I can smell it. I can even see it, staining the sky to a slight brown even on this sunny spring day. I’m half convinced my white suit will be tinted beige with the stuff before I fly home.

What did you say? Dean asks from a few thousand miles away. I juggle the phone to my other ear as I sling my bag onto my shoulder and try to wrangle my suitcase through a heavy glass door.

I didn’t say anything. It’s loud here.

There are horns honking and cabbies shouting at every traveler in Russian, every word incomprehensible to me. It must sound like insanity through the phone. I stop to get my bearings. I’m nearly trampled by other travelers hurrying to find rides.

Will you have a chance to decompress at the hotel before you meet with the client?

Nope. I’m already late. Hopefully my car is still—there it is! Gotta go. Love you!

You too.

I barely manage to not drop my phone on the concrete as I hang up on my husband. I flag down the limo driver. He’s holding a sign that says Van Dine. The car he’s driving is a good ten years old, but at least it appears to be clean and street legal.

I’m Nicole Van Dyne, I say to the man. He’s ill-shaven and one pot of borscht away from a massive heart attack. He’s also dumbfounded by my English.

I point to the sign, then point to my face. He gives me a big grin and gibbers at me in Russian while he takes my bags and stows them in the trunk of the limo. Then he holds the door open for me as I get in. He slams it shut authoritatively before hurrying around to the other side