Queen of the Slums

My name was Roxy Monroe, and I was the campus belle at the art school.

Before graduation, I needed to find an internship. I landed a position at a public institution where I just had to deliver supplies every day.

I thought it'd be a very easy job, and since it was a government position with good pay, I agreed without hesitation.

Only when I got there did I realize they were sending me to deliver contraceptives to the slum.

These people were all simple-minded but well-endowed poor folks.

My supervisor, Scott Warren, gave me a meaningful reminder.

"This is a very important job. If we don't ensure they take safety measures, STDs can spread easily."

Thinking of the importance of the task, I steeled myself and entered the slum.

At first, I thought I'd be dealing with dignitaries and high-ranking officials, so I dressed up very flamboyantly.

I was in business attire—a short leather skirt that barely covered my butt, hugging my two very round and perky cheeks, black stockings, and high heels.

As I walked into the slum, everyone's eyes were locked onto me. The way they stared made my skin crawl.

I approached the first household. The "house" was just a simple tent, furnished with only a bed and a fan.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" I stood at the entrance, not daring to go in.

After a moment, some moans came from inside, followed by a man asking, "Who is it?"

"I'm here to deliver contraceptives," I answered from the entrance.

"Oh, come in then."

I had no choice but to brace myself and go in.

But the moment I entered, I was nearly terrified out of my wits—the broke couple was making love on the bed.

No wonder Mr. Warren insisted on me delivering contraceptives. These people really could go at it anytime, anywhere.

When the man saw me, he didn't even bother putting on his clothes. Instead, he just got off his wife and walked straight up to me.

His manhood was truly impressive. It swung back and forth as he walked. Even though it was hanging right there in plain sight, the man wasn't the least bit ashamed.

He reached out to take the contraceptives I offered, but his gaze was fixed intently on my large chest.

"You new here? Why, you're younger than the previous woman who came."

His stare gave me goosebumps all over.

I was terrified that he might try to take advantage of me, especially looking the way I did. If that stirred up his lust, there'd be no stopping him from taking it all out on me.

I'd had a few boyfriends, but none as mighty as him. I'd never experienced anything so big. It'd probably feel amazing, right?

After delivering the items, I quickly fled the place.

After all, I was still a virgin and had no desire to become a tool for their lust.

I moved on to the next household.

But to my surprise, this one only had a single male occupant.

When I arrived at his place, he was idly playing with his own manhood. It stood up tall and proud, even thicker than the last man's.

My breath caught in my throat. Was he even human? It was bigger than a bull's!

When he saw me, his eyes lit up with desire.

After all, a young, beautiful woman like me was an extreme rarity in this slum.

These people were repressed to begin with, so seeing me naturally brought out their animalistic urges.

He practically leaped off the bed and rushed up to me.

"Hey, gorgeous, wanna try mine out? I promise I'll make you feel good."

His manhood was just an inch away from me, and I could even feel the heat radiating off it.

Panicking, I trembled as I pulled the contraceptives from my bag and handed them to him.

"I-I'm here to deliver this, not to do that sort of thing."

He grabbed the package and threw it on the ground.

"I don't have a wife, so what do I need this for?" he grumbled. "What I'm lacking right now is a woman. You people better send me one soon."

My legs shook with fear as I quickly tried to explain, "That's not my responsibility. I'm just a delivery person."

He got impatient. Suddenly, he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed.

"I don't care about that. You are the woman they sent to me. You're so beautiful, just like a doll."

I was so terrified that I almost burst into tears, thrashing and fighting with everything I had.

He violently tore open my top with both hands, popping off several buttons and exposing my lace-trimmed bra.

"My, my, black lace, eh? I can tell you're a wild one just by looking at you."

A wave of terror washed over me, and I was on the verge of tears.

Surely he wasn't going to force himself on me, right?