I tied him to the chair while I touched myself

I slapped two slices of bread into the toaster, my fingers sticky from the butter I’d smeared on earlier. My body still throbbed from yesterday’s marathon—three clients back-to-back, pounding me raw until I could barely walk straight. Every step sent a dull ache through my pussy, a reminder of cocks that had stretched me to my limits. I lit a cigarette, inhaling deep, the smoke curling in my lungs like a lover’s breath. Fuck, I needed this break. The toast popped up golden, and I grabbed it, heading to the dining table.

I sat down, biting into the crisp bread, crumbs falling on my tank top that barely contained my full tits. My phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with a notification from the app. I glanced at it, exhaling smoke through my nose. Some guy named Rex: “I want to fuck you for six hours straight. Booked online. Be here in an hour.” Attached was his address and a dick pic—thick, veined, already hard like he was jerking off just thinking about it.

I typed back, my fingers