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TASTEFULLY INDECENT You have an employee.
02"I'm so sorry!" Helene rushed out as quickly bent dien to pick the disaster she had just created. The couple in matching outfits sge was supposed to serve their dinner gave her annoying looks, but neither of them said anything."I'm really sorry." Dhe repeated as she threw the spinach on the tray and got up. She dashed away quickly, tears already streaming down her face.That was the second order she had messed up in the space of two hours. The head of chef at The Place took one look at her, and the messed up tray in her hands had shook his head. Silently, he pushed another tray in her direction. Helens gave him a grateful smile before she grabbed the tray and rushed out to get the order to the couple who were not making a ruckus, demanding yo see the manager.She dropped the order on the table and smiled at them apologetically. "It's on the house. To say sorry for the other time." The couple mellowed instantly, and Helene sighed with relief. She was saved once again, even though
TASTEFULLY INDECENT You have an employee.
02"I'm so sorry!" Helene rushed out as quickly bent dien to pick the disaster she had just created. The couple in matching outfits sge was supposed to serve their dinner gave her annoying looks, but neither of them said anything."I'm really sorry." Dhe repeated as she threw the spinach on the tray and got up. She dashed away quickly, tears already streaming down her face.That was the second order she had messed up in the space of two hours. The head of chef at The Place took one look at her, and the messed up tray in her hands had shook his head. Silently, he pushed another tray in her direction. Helens gave him a grateful smile before she grabbed the tray and rushed out to get the order to the couple who were not making a ruckus, demanding yo see the manager.She dropped the order on the table and smiled at them apologetically. "It's on the house. To say sorry for the other time." The couple mellowed instantly, and Helene sighed with relief. She was saved once again, even though
TASTEFULLY INDECENT Father, I've sinned.
The old wooden confessional in St. Augustine's smelled of polished oak, incense, and centuries of whispered secrets. Father Elias Kane had sat in this dim booth for twelve years, listening to the broken, the repentant, the desperate. He had learned to let the words wash over him like rain—never clinging, never staining. Until tonight.The door on the penitent's side creaked open just after midnight. The church was empty except for the flickering vigil candles and the faint hum of the city outside. A woman's voice slipped through the lattice screen, soft at first, trembling with the weight of confession."Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been... years since my last confession."Elias froze. That timbre—husky, intimate, laced with a laugh he once knew too well. His pulse hammered against his collar. He leaned closer to the screen, breath catching."Speak freely, my child," he managed, voice steady by force of habit. "The Lord hears all."A pause. Then, quieter: "I've been t
TASTEFULLY INDECENT The good bad girl (8)
I didn’t text him this time.After Level 7, something shifted. The hunger didn’t claw anymore—it roared. Quietly. Patiently. Like it knew the next move wasn’t mine to make. Three days passed in silence. Then the message arrived at midnight, no sender name, just the warehouse address and one line:Level 8. The actual Gory Room. Tomorrow. 22:00. Come ready to disappear.No instructions about what to wear. No safe words repeated. Just that.I understood.I arrived in the same black coat—nothing underneath—and left it folded on the greeter’s table without being asked. She didn’t speak. Just opened a different door this time. Not 13. No number at all. Just a heavy steel slab that hissed when it swung inward.The room beyond was colder. Smaller. Clinical. White tiled walls that gleamed under harsh fluorescent light. In the center: a padded platform raised like an operating table, but lower. A circular hole cut into a thick partition wall at head height—black vinyl curtain draped over it lik
TASTEFULLY INDECENT The good bad girl (7)
07I didn’t bother waiting a full month after Level 6.The bruises had only just started to yellow at the edges, but the ache between my legs never really faded. Every time I crossed my thighs in a meeting or felt the seatbelt press against my hips in a Bolt ride, I remembered the stretch, the burn, the way three bodies had turned me into nothing but holes and heat and helpless release. The forum had gone quiet on Level 7—most threads stopped at 6, like people either broke for good or simply couldn’t describe what came next. One anonymous post lingered in my mind: “Level 7 isn’t about more people. It’s about more inside you. Until there’s no room left for anything else—not thought, not fear, not even air.”I texted at 3 a.m. on a Thursday, fingers shaking.Level 7. Tonight. Two cocks in my pussy. One in my ass. All at once. Make it impossible to walk tomorrow.His reply came before I could lock the screen.22:00. Door 13. Arrive already dripping. No coat. Just you.I showered until th
TASTEFULLY INDECENT The good bad girl (6)
06I let the marks from Level 5 heal for almost a month.Not because I had to—because I wanted to feel every fading bruise, every faint needle scar, every place where skin had stretched and remembered. I walked around Los Angeles with secrets under my clothes: the ghost of welts when I sat too long on a danfo seat, the tender pull when I reached for something high. At night I touched myself slowly, replaying the double stretch, the way their bodies had pinned me between them until I dissolved into pure sensation. The hunger never left; it just grew teeth.On the twenty-eighth day, I texted.Level 6. Tonight. Add another man. I want three of you. Double penetration again—but make it impossible to think.His reply took longer than usual.22:00. Door 13. Wear nothing under the coat. We’ll be waiting.I arrived barefoot, coat belted tight over bare skin. No makeup. No lipstick. Just me—raw, already trembling. The greeter led me down without a word. Door 13 opened, and the air inside was t
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