Masuk“I can’t see her like this. I think I’m going to be sick.”“Stella is going to cut our dicks off for seeing Rose naked, you know that, right?”I hear the brothers speaking somewhere off in the distance, because right now I feel far away. I’m on a distant planet—a giant ball of rage—and I’m the god of my world. I want to rip the skin from my body I’m so fucking angry right now. How can she be on the stage naked in front of everyone? How are all these horny fuckers able to see my gorgeous woman like this?She’s dressed like an angel, and goddamn, does she look the part. The angel to my devil. Clever Samantha, clever. If I wasn’t so mad, I would laugh at the contrast in our costumes.Her wings are large, covered with long white feathers that sparkle in the light. Her dark hair is tousled, looking like she just got fucked backstage. When she shakes her hair out of the way, it exposes her perfect breasts and hard pink nipples. My eyes roam down her trim stomach and slim hips to the tiny pa
What the hell does that even mean? Is she saying she doesn’t think I’ll go for much or that she thinks I’ll go fast? I'm scared of the answer, so I just don’t ask. I don’t want to take a hit like that before I go out on stage. I’ll stick to what needs to be covered right now.“Yes I’m sure, I’ll tell him before we…” I pause for a minute looking for the right word to reassure her I’ll be fine “you know, go at it.” I finish. Jesus I couldn’t just say fuck.“Alright then. You’re a smart strong woman, Rose, I trust you’ll be able to handle anything he throws at you.”I hold my tongue at telling her that maybe selling myself isn't the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but the point is moot.“The rest of my costume?” I ask dropping my robe. I’m standing in just the white thong and heels. My brown hair is long enough cover my small breasts, but I’m still essentially naked.Samantha doesn’t answer my question, and goes about placing the clear straps around my arms securing the wings in place.“T
I’m trying to calm myself and just breathe.I catch Samantha out of the corner of my eye, talking rather closely to a man I can’t make out from here. When she breaks away I can’t help but notice the smile on her face. I wonder what that’s about. Samantha only ever gives the all-business face I know too well. I’m great at that face too. Sometimes Samantha will toss in a knowing smirk, like she’s three steps ahead of the rest of us, and that’s the scariest one of all.When she finally reaches me, she wastes no time snapping her fingers, making her red-haired assistant pop out of nowhere. Her girl is eager and ready to take orders from the calm, cool, and collected Samantha.“She needs dark red lipstick to make her lips really pop, but keep the eye makeup light and simple,” Samantha says.I notice she’s got vampire teeth in, and it kind of freaks me out for a second. They aren’t the big plastic ones. Instead she’s wearing the ones that mold to your teeth, making them look almost real. It
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I half-whisper into the phone, practically hiding in the corner of the dressing room while everyone else runs around getting ready for the auction. I should be doing the same, but I needed a pep talk from the person who helped talk me into doing this.I don’t know what came over me the other morning. After I woke up from my drunken night, I knew it was time for a change. I called Justin and Aaron, only to have Stella answer the phone. I wasn’t sure if I needed to come back right away to their casino to work or if I could take some time to myself. I thought maybe I could go away for a while and try to take some time for myself. I can’t remember a time in my life when I slowed down enough just to enjoy myself. No, I always kept moving. I was always on to the next task.Maybe I was still a little drunk that morning, because I found myself rambling on and on to Stella all morning about wishing I had someone in my life. This wasn't normal for me. I tend to
The first night she touched herself, I was taken by surprise. I was sitting in my home office, and all three monitors on my desk were showing Rose laid out on her bed. I installed these cameras myself, and I was the only one with the feed. I didn’t want anyone else to see her like this, it was just for me.She was hot that night, and it may have had something to do with me setting the temperature in her room to the eighties. I wanted to see her sweat and possibly remove some clothes in an effort to cool down. What I saw her do was far more than I bargained for.I sit back in my chair and take a sip of my vodka. Most men my age drink some kind of dark liquor, but I never developed a taste for it, preferring vodka on the rocks with a twist of lemon. Sipping the cold drink, I feel it run down my throat and warm my chest. I watch as she pushes the covers off her completely, exposing her body and trying to cool off. The cameras are high definition and have night vision, but I still can’t s
The first time I saw her, I was getting into a car outside Echo, having just finished a business dinner there. Cupid had the door open for me, and I looked over my shoulder and saw her. I literally stopped moving and just stared at her. She looked like a model with her slim body, long legs, and her hair pulled back from her face, but her features were soft and angelic. She was unlike anything I’d ever seen, and I was struck dumb by her soft beauty.“That’s Rose Burch, assistant to the Cortez brothers,” Cupid whispered without my even having to ask.I started to walk over, but at that moment the brothers came out of the restaurant, each of them wrapping an arm around her. I could have breathed fire I was so angry at seeing them with her. I whirled around and got into the back of the car, letting Cupid get in after me. Once he shut the door, the driver pulled away. I chewed on my fingernail as I stared out the window, seething with jealousy. She belonged to them. I was angry with myself
I jerk awake when a hand touches my shoulder, and a small scream leaves me before I can press my hand over my mouth. This is the last place to be screaming.“It’s okay.” The librarian holds her hands up in surrender, but her expression is sympathetic. “We’re closing.” “Sorry,” I respond and rub my
“Hey boss, you free?” Lonnie, one of the younger guys, asks as he knocks on my door. “I’ve got five if you can make it quick,” I say, looking up from my computer. “But shouldn’t you be warming up?” “Yeah, it’s about that.” Lonnie comes in my office and ducks his head as he fiddles with the strap
Cassandra Andrews has a little problem.She hates her family, has run away from home, and has no place to stay.Okay, maybe problems is more accurate. And 'little' is a stretch.Defeated, and helpless, she hides out at the women's locker room at a boxing gym far away from home where nobody who know
Two years later...I keep looking at my watch and hoping Cain will be here soon. He texted me and said he was running late, but I know he doesn't want to miss the appointment.This is our second pregnancy, but he's still just as excited as the first one. When they called me back, I said I was still







