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The woman smiled, "You look like those girls who usually come back for more." "Can you just point me to the door?" Nera insisted, almost yelling. The woman smiled again, irritating the life out of Nera, "See you next time," the lady taunted as she pointed to the door. Nera walked away pissed; she wanted to smack the woman in the face but she contained herself. There was no way she was ever going to go back to such a place. She quickly got in a taxi, her mind racing to the story she was going to tell her uncle.

I asked curiously. She turned her head to the side, “They make women go through too much labour. That's one big, fat, solid reason! Women build men and do all the work; they take advantage of that and still beat us up and try to control us. Like, do I look like a teenager to you? Don’t tell me what to do!” “My Felix is not like that,” I attacked. “Maybe or maybe not! Pretend I didn't say that.” “Celestine, please let's beat him up. For his girlfriend, he needs to be humbled. I can promise you it will be Monday as soon as we do that,” Nikita begged.

Fire me. I’m not sure I want to do that again anyway … I’m dirty and ashamed for letting this happen. I did what every other female on the planet does. I fell at the feet of Jake Carrero and gave him all of me. I am no better than any other women he has ever had sex with. No, in fact I am worse! I am a broken, emotionally messed-up woman who turns every little act into a huge brain fuck and over thinks every tiny detail. I am a woman who let herself fall for him, despite knowing what he is.

“Nick, please. What I have to say is important.” His gaze locked with hers, unfeeling, unmovable. “I told you last night – I don’t ever want to see you again.” The woman laughed cruelly. “Oh, I get it. She’s one of those desperate girls trying to latch onto you.” She stepped closer to Nita, her finger jabbing the air. “Listen, bitch. Nic is mine. He would never stoop so low as to be with someone like you. Do yourself a favor – go find a man in your class and stop embarrassing yourself.”

“What you said is so surprising, Mrs. Whitman. I’ve never seen a woman describing herself this way.” “Oh yeah? You’ve seen it now, no?” Naomi snorted nonchalantly. Then, she continued to slander while wearing Madeline’s face. “I’m an extremely shameless woman. I’ve always been a woman of loose morals. I’ll welcome all men with open arms, and Jeremy can’t even satisfy me.”

Natalie Natalie kept lying there, naked, well-fucked, and humiliated. It was humiliation, to be tied to one’s bed without a thread of cloth on one’s body. She tried to free herself but then realized that there was no point, tugging on handcuffs.

“You b*tch! You seduced my husband! I’ll kill you! Ahhh!” North was puzzled. What husband? She did not even know this woman, let alone her husband. The woman’s face twisted grotesquely as she lay on the floor and began howling, “Oh, so you won’t even admit to it, I see! Screw you! Everyone, come take a look at this shameless b*tch! She’ll seduce anyone she wants and sleep with whoever she has her eye on! She really is an unrefined wh*re!” “What’s going on?” Reina piped up in a concerned tone. “Did Mrs. Heard accuse you of seducing Mr. Heard, North? Is that true?”

She was such a dedicated helper. Not a slut herself, Natalie wanted those who were promising whores to embrace their life of cock-worship. They would just be cheating cunts otherwise. Best to get them started on the right track early before they got married, had a few kids, and then realized they weren't wife material.