My Tinder Partner

Aurora’s povHis abdominal muscles fed my eyes, I took my time to survey his body. He looked like he was going to be 6 inches tall. Men with good figures have good faces, they say. I trust that he is handsome.I set the camera to my lower body. He sent a message. “I want to see your full body, not just the part you showed me.”I reset the camera to a position where he would have a great view of my body.To spice things up, I rubbed my nipples through my bra in a circular motion, giving my breast a gentle squeeze.I brought one of my boobs from my bra and I looked at my employer since I couldn’t see his face. The picture of my boss at work, Alex showed on his face. I stopped what I was doing in disgust.I forced the image of his face out of my head. A message from the employer popped on the screen. “Continue, don’t be distracted.”My nipples hardened in the anticipation that he wanted to keep going. I moved my hand to my right boob and gave it a rough squeeze. A loud moan escaped from

Aurora I looked down at the toy in my hand and nibbled on my lower lip. It has been a while since I'd used it, and I blamed it on that selfish, arrogant, and heartless boss of mine. I was usually so angry and frustrated most of the time that I'd actually forgotten what it felt like to be aroused. Working a job like that gave me no time to mingle with other people, or even get someone I could just be with just for bodily pleasures because Mr. King had become such a poisonous figure in my life. I mean, I couldn't even look at most men without feeling a deep resentment deep in my stomach. I shut my eyes and groaned. I hoped he'd roll off his bed when he woke up in the morning; and not just that, maybe he could also hit his head and fall into a coma or something. 'Too harsh, Aurora . Don't stoop to his level,' came that little innocent voice in my mind. More than I hated Mr. King was the way I hated myself for not being able to stand up for what I believed in. If I was bolder, maybe I

AuroraIt was already 8:45 pm, and I still had a couple of more pitches to edit and send to media houses. I looked up from my laptop screen, and into Mr. King's office. This wasn't the first time this week that he'd kept me around far longer than other coworkers. Today though, I had somewhere to get to, and working later than 9:00pm wasn't going to work out for me.But then, how would I tell him that?He spine was straight as he typed away on his own computer, face serious as he stared at the screen. He usually wore these blue light glasses while he worked, and now, as they sat low on the bridge of his nose, he looked like a typical working person. There wasn't even a scowl on his face.He looked up all of a sudden, and I nearly choked on my own spit as I tore my gaze away from him and faced my work. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he stared sideways through the transparent walls of his office.Oh, damn it all to hell.I stood up from my desk and went over to his office door.

AuroraI was a breath away from passing out completely, when the man grunted and rolled off me, kicked away by a firm, solid leg. And just like that, air flowed back into my lungs, and the atmosphere brightened once again. The ringing in my ears faded, bringing sounds flooding back into my senses.I coughed, touching my neck that would no doubt be bruised already. I pushed myself into a sitting position, looking around me.Someone in a grey shirt rolled up at the sleeves rammed his shoe into my near-rapist's jiggly belly. The man cried out in pain, begging the person to stop."Please . . . please." The words fell out of his mouth in between gasps for air and pained groans.I binked over and over again, trying to make sure that what I was seeing wasn't a mirage.Mr. King?"Crazy bastards like you are the people that make this world utterly despicable," he said, before landing another kick into the man's side again.This time, I heard the blood rush up his pudgy throat before it came ou

ALEXANDERI placed my phone down on the table before me, thinking long and hard. A voice call?The offer was incredibly tempting, even though it wasn't part of our initial agreement. From the video chats we'd had previously, I could already tell that she had a soft voice. It wasn’t just soft, a better word would be husky. It sounded oddly familiar, but I was too caught up in her beautiful body to think too deeply about it.I couldn't stop thinking about Aurora though, and the way she'd looked at me with so much hate and anger back at the alleyway. I always loved to push her to the limits just to see how much she could take. I needed to know that she had a backbone so badly, because it irritated me that somehow, she never got angry with me despite how I treated her.It made me feel like a fucking loser, like she was an angel and I was some kind of demon from the deepest, hottest, pits of hell.But today . . . I'd seen the fire in her crystal blue eyes as she'd told me off. I knew I'd p