Talk to me nicely

To get herself more in the mood, she gulped down a half glass of brandy and shivered as it warmed her frame. Going into her"office," Chelle lit her Wine and Roses candle, dimmed the lights, and relaxed on the makeshift pallet surrounded with pillows.Feeling a bit horny, she got comfortable with her laptop open and got on her favorite porn site. She knew she needed to get herself off first before talking to anyone. Of all the categories she could choose from, watching a man, jack off was her favorite.It was something about the way they moaned while stroking their veiny dicks, talked dirty to the camera, and shot their nut out with so much force that always got her off. If she had a man, he’d know not to send a dickpicture to help her make it through her day– he’d send a video and groan her name while spilling his seed onto the lens.Thanks to her vibrator, , that suctioned her clit at just the perfect speed, she came in no time and had to catch her breath and bearings. It never took

Chelle slammed the door behind her so hard the frame rattled. Her bag hit the couch next, followed by her voice sharp and furious “You will not believe what happened today!” she snapped, pacing the living room like thunderDaisy looked up from her laptop, startled. “Whoa, what happened ?”“I almost killed someone today !” Chelle threw her hands in the air. “Easy Mohammed Ali” daisy replied “Some rich jerk in a suit nearly made me lose my mind on the road today. My cab driver tried to cheat me, and when I stood my ground, guess what the almighty Ken doll in the back seat did? Rolled down his tinted window and decided not to mind his Danm business !”Daisy blinked. “Ken doll?”“Yes! He looked like one of those corporate barbies slick hair, wristwatch that probably costs my rent for a year, that stupid calm expression like the world revolves around him!” Chelle fumed, dragging her fingers through her hair. “And the worst part? He actually said, ‘You’re too beautiful to act like this.

After another long, heated night with Pressure, Chelle sat under the shower, He was paying her more than enough now — enough to make her quit every other client and focus only on him. But as the water ran down her skin, the thought hit harder than the heat: she was more than this. “$hy Pus,” she whispered — the nickname she’d made from “shy pussy.” The name the streets gave her. It used to make her laugh, now it made her basic. She couldn’t keep doing this forever. She had dreams and goals . She had a degree in Business Administration, a sharp mind for numbers and strategy, and the kind of intuition that could spot a good deal before it even existed. She wanted to become a business consultant and work in an office She sighed and thought about Daisy. Her little sister was almost done with her nursing degree now. “That’s something I did right,” she thought. She was proud . But as she sat there, she realized she wanted more than survival. She wanted , purpose — maybe even love. A

Victoria shifted on the couch, smoothing her dress for the fifth time. The Martins’ living room smelled faintly of vanilla and fresh flowers—warm, welcoming in a way that made her more nervous than comfortable. The front door clicked open. Mrs. Martins straightened instantly. “That must be him.” Footsteps entered the hallway, calm and familiar. “Mom, I—” Simon’s voice floated in before he did. Then he stepped into the living room and paused when he saw Victoria. His brows lifted slightly—surprise, not annoyance. “Oh,” he said with an easy smile. “We have a visitor.” “Yes!” Mrs. Martins beamed as if presenting a trophy. “Simon, this is Victoria. She’s staying for a while.” Victoria stood quickly. “Good afternoon.” “Hi,” Simon replied, offering a small nod. “Nice to meet you.” He wasn’t stiff. He wasn’t cold. Just… polite. The kind of man who never forgot his manners. Mrs. Martins clapped her hands lightly. “Why don’t you sit, Simon? Keep her company.” He chuckled u

Victoria didn’t knock. She stepped straight into the Martins’ estate, heels clicking across the marble foyer, mascara streaked halfway down her cheeks. She still had the faint scent of expensive perfume on her skin, but everything else about her looked ruined.Mrs. Lilian Martins glanced up from her reading chair the moment she heard the hiccuping breath.“Sweetheart?” She set her glasses aside, concern tightening her elegant features. “What on earth happened to you?”Victoria shut the door softly behind her, trying to hold herself together. But Lilian ’s warm, mother-like voice broke whatever grip she had on her emotions.She burst into tears.“Ehh .. oLilian ,” she choked out, “I went to Simon’s office today. I thought I was doing something nice. I just wanted to surprise him and bring something sweet and—” Her voice cracked. “He yelled at me. In front of people. He told me to leave.”Lilian ’s face softened instantly. She crossed the room and wrapped an arm around Victoria