I watched as she walked into her apartment and immediately tossed aside the wig of long flawless curly black hair to reveal short curly hair which made her look so much younger and innocent. I watched as she took off those red thigh high heeled boots and I held my breath, watching her intensely as she started to remove every article of clothing until she was left in her underwear.
She had the perfect toned body. Legs that seemed like she never missed leg day, they looked good enough to bite into and taste. Her flat stomach with the outlines of abs, had me inching closer to get a closer look. She was absolutely perfect. Everything from the nutmeg skin tone that glowed to her pretty toes was picture perfect.
I smiled at the sight and watched as she began to dance a bit and then moved to the kitchen to pull out a beer bottle and she chugged it down. Leaning lazily against the fridge as she mo
I entered the basement with a smile on my face and a prep in my step as I whistled, looking at my three men. Carter looked like he was dying from the blood loss, and the other two of his guards were lying in their own pile of shit and piss.The room had a strong pungent smell and I made a disgusted face as I put on my mask, to not breathe in the disgusting smell of sweat, shit, piss and blood. Though I loved the smell of blood, I hated the smell of piss and shit.I walked over to the whip, and looked at the two guards, "I'm in a good mood today," I announced as I whipped the air and heard the loud sound of the whip slicing through the air, "you want to know why?" I asked the guards but all they did was scream weakly and beg for mercy some more but I rolled my eyes and sighed.I heard the sound of the basement door open and I turned around to see my brother standing there, wearing a dress p
"I'd forgotten how draining being a Don was," I said as I sat in the back of the Rolls Royce, one of my trusted men was driving, "it's always the same things just different people," I sighed as I brought the glass of whisky to my lips, gulping it all down.He was trained to always listen, but to never respond. It's almost like therapy except that if he so much as gives me a glance that makes me feel like he's judging me, he's dead."I just hope seeing Beauty will make me feel a lot better," I voiced, "I've got patience but I really need a release right now."We were driving in the streets of Philadelphia, passing the buildings and the busy streets; the busy lights and fast paced life of these people. I looked out the window, looking at each face, like I used to do when I was much younger and imagined what kind of life they lived. Did they love someone? Did they get fired? Do they have thou
"Are you being serious right now?" I snapped at Zale, recoiling in disgust as I held up the contract, "is this what you think of me? Is this really what you fucking think of me? That you flash a couple of bucks, cars and houses and I'll rush to open my legs for you?" I got even angrier as I heard the words coming out of my mouth and threw the paper at him, disgusted with him and also hurt."I thought you were fucking different," I paused, gauging his reaction, "I confided in you, dammit, and this is what you do to me? All you men are the same, you're all fucking pigs!"I was even more upset with myself because I actually thought that he cared, I actually thought that he wanted to help me and didn’t want to use me like every other man that has come into my life but now I’m convinced that I must be cursed."I understand that you may be a little upset, Bea-""A little ups
"What did they say?" Zale asked me as I entered the Bentley and I sighed."They said they'll let me know," I groaned, "but I know I didn't get it. I was stuttering so much and I didn't know what to say after certain questions," I felt exhausted and deflated because this was harder than I thought it would. I've attended over three different interviews for any kind of position I thought I was fitting for and each one was exactly the same.It was either hearing a "no" straight to my face or getting the "we'll be in touch" as they looked at me with bored faces."Here, I bought you a pizza," Zale said to me as I looked at the box of pizza in between us and I smiled gratefully at him, "I know you're probably hungry after such a long day," he continued and I nodded.I can't believe I'm here eating something so greasy inside a Bentley that looked brand new like he'd just purchased it this morni
I know I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't have signed the contract but all my life I've lived a sad life. I've lived on the brink of poverty and was always dependent on some man to come along and save me and that never happened. This here, it wasn't like that. I wasn't dating him and I wasn't having sex with him. Granted, he could be taking me for a fool like the other men have and I don't want to get my heart hurt again but is it too much to ask to have a job with such a great salary?I never thought I'd ever be able to earn so much.I had a plan with that salary of $50,000 I'd be able to leave that job as soon as possible. I'll save up for a new life in Canada or Cuba, or some other place like Hawaii and do something there. Become a teacher or whatever the hell I could because I'll have the money to buy a house there, have some savings and use it sparingly.I'm
"Good morning, angel," Zale greeted me as I walked lazily to his car, my shoes still not on and still very much half asleep as I slid into the luxury limousine, "rise and shine.""It's only 3 AM," I notified him as I took the coffee he was holding out to me."The business world never sleeps," he chuckled as he looked at me put on my shoes and look at my reflection in the mirror, glad that I had enough time to shower and get dressed into a decent outfit, "only fools sleep eight hours a night," he said and I thought over his words, nodding in agreement."We wake up before everyone else. I had mercy on you because it's your first day but from tomorrow onwards, we get home at midnight and at two AM we get to work.""There's no way you sleep for two hours," I gasped as I looked at Zale, but he just shrugged as he popped a pill into his mouth and gulped it down with some water.&
I wanted to prove myself to Zale. I know he didn't really think I could do this job, and he probably gave this to me to keep me busy while he goes on to do more important things and I guess that's alright. It's not the first time a man has thought of me as incapable of doing certain tasks. So I always made it a point to prove to them and to myself that I could do anything that I set my mind to.The first step to having a successful and beneficial workplace: get familiar with the employees. It’s what I always did because having a good relationship with the employees creates a stable work environment and everyone is more open and free. So I got to know the exotic dancers a bit better, found out their names and their stories about where they came from or basically whatever they were more than willing to tell me.They were really beautiful and sexy women who loved what they did for a living and view
I'd like us to establish one thing and one thing only, I'm fucking damaged. Always have been and probably always will be. I tried to change but we all know that change can't happen overnight especially for a fucked up girl like myself. I've been through all kinds of shit, all kinds of shit with all kinds of men.I've been in prostitution ever since I was only sixteen years old. So when I say I'm fucking damaged, that should already let you in on some of the fucked up shit I've done. I'm talking about sleeping with men triple my age.I've tried to deal with my issues but every person I've ever been with has never allowed me to deal with it. They all just tell me to hush and that everything will be ok.I'll let you in on a little secret about men, they love damaged women. Not because they can fix us, but because we end up depending on them and making them our heroes and men love that.I'm