Charlotte The Harlot Song Novels & Stories

"Well that doesn't matter anymore. You were ready to let Sebastian fuck me just yesterday." The thought of Sebastian fucking her makes all the blood rush to my head in anger and the back of my neck starts heating up. Him having the same view that I had? Her flushed face, bouncing tits, and tight cunt. I'd rather die than allow that to happen. I don't know how I was so stupid yesterday, but now I'm even more sure than ever. No force on this Earth can change the fact that Charlotte is mine. Forever.

Charlie asked Douglas, “What do you think?’ Douglas glanced at Lily before pushing her aside. “I don’t know this woman.” Upon hearing those words, Lily Lewis broke down crying. Charlie ordered, “Well then, why don’t we break both of her legs and leave a scar on her face? Let’s see if she’ll be able to seduce any more men from now on!” Charlie was not sympathetic toward wicked women like Lily Lewis, not even one bit. Following Charlie’s order, Bill then crippled Lily and scarred her face, even going as far as to cut her hair off with surgical scissors. In the end, the five of them had paid the great price that Charlie had promised them.

The Monkees have stopped believing and instead, Dionne Warwick is walking by, but James' hand has stopped tapping. "Charlotte, you surely can't believe that because you're pregnant, somehow, you're suddenly unattractive?" She says nothing, face low, sucking at her lips. Laying a palm on either shoulder, I twist her to face me. "Charlotte..." Her head hangs and she's gulping. "Charlotte, look at me when I speak to you." Her faces rises a little and I tip up her chin to help it the rest of the way. "Sir?"

BEVERLY The walk down the grand staircase at eight o'clock felt like a march to a beautifully upholstered execution. The estate had settled into its usual nighttime rhythm, the shadows stretching long and dark across the marble floors as the ambient lighting cast everything in a muted, expensive glow. I had changed out of my lounge clothes into a simple, flowing black maxi dress—partly because it was effortless, but mostly because the soft, loose cotton was the only fabric I could bear against the angry, throbbing welts on my thighs.

Dawn looked away, clearly embarrassed. “Our moms gave us champagne, we got incredibly horny, Mom loudly played Sexual Healing in the house, and… the rest is history.” Charlie: “...” “Sexual Healing?” Charlie repeated. “You know, that song by Marvin Gaye!” Dawn revealed before singing, “Ooh baby, I’m hot just like an oven, I need some lovin’, And baby, I can’t hold it much longer, It’s getting stronger and stronger.”

Charlotte leaned toward Natalie, her golden-silver gown brushing the stage edge as she whispered with a playful grin, "You are a witch, Natalie. Look at all the husbands' faces—especially mine. They thought it was real." Natalie winked, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. She whispered back slowly, "At least it lets them know how precious their wives are. They'll love them more now. Let's see what Howard does." Both women burst into soft laughter, shoulders shaking as they shared the secret joke. Luciano cleared his throat loudly into the mic, grinning wide. "Gentlemen, start your bids! Who's claiming Charlotte Carter for the night?" Before anyone could start bidding, Howard's voice boom

“What is going on?” “I…I.. I actually…” My gaze flickered around. As I tried to make sense of it but nothing was just making sense. If it the song was really written by Kelly D, how did Charlotte then get hold of it? How… how is it possible? How..how did… And that was when I finally understood. That I hadn’t just stumbled into it with my own two feet. But Charlotte had left that song where I would find it. She already knew I was coming, so she had put it right on the shelf, knowing I would take it without a second thought.

I rolled my eyes at Charlotte. "So where's Javi?" I took a sip of my wine as I looked away. "He will be here anytime soon," Loren replies. "O my God" Charlotte taps my shoulders. "I love this song" I looked up at an excited Charlotte. I listened to the slow song playing. "Come on." I raised my eyebrows at Charlotte already standing with her hand stretched forth. "Let's dance" I'm defiantly not dancing. "I really can't..." "Come on." She cuts me off, holding my hands.

“Don’t test me, Charlotte. You think you’ve walked into some fairytale here, but you’re mistaken.” “Fairytale?” Charlotte shot back, her tone laced with sarcasm. “You think I’m here for fun?” William’s smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. “I see… wait! Or did you see an opportunity and grab it with both hands?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be, Charlotte. I’ve seen women like you before, clinging to men like Astor because you think you can get a slice of the Harrington fortune.”

Harvey once again appeared outside the Songstress's Stage. When Charlotte saw Harvey arriving, she quickly approached him as she had been waiting for him a long time. She was wearing a southern-style traditional garb that demonstrated her curves and her beautiful legs. It was something others were too embarrassed to look at openly. Even someone like Harvey had to intentionally move his gaze away. He looked at the bright Songstress's Stage and asked, "What's going on now? Why don't you explain to me first." Charlotte nodded.