Megan Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

Megan coached me on poses at first, but then stopped. “I don’t even think I need to coach you,” she said. “You already know exactly what to do. I look up to you, honestly.” Sony jumped in. “Even Megan admits you’re the queen. Now move aside, let the real fan take her pictures.” Megan groaned. “Sony, focus!” The first part went surprisingly well. I followed Megan’s lead and managed to look confident even though inside I was terrified. Then came the bikini portion. When I saw the outfit, my stomach dropped. It barely covered anything — just tiny triangles over my nipples and a G-string that left almost my entire ass bare. They changed my hair color again and did fresh makeup. I felt completely

Oh, dad, I wish you'd just come back and take back your mafia business, I suck at this, I looked at my watch and wondered where the hell was with Meg. My thoughts were interrupted with someone knocking on the door, "Come in,” I whispered, the words came out brittle and dry, And there she was, Megan. Dressed in a nude dress that clings to her body like a second skin, and for the first time I saw her in makeup, a full face of makeup, is this the same woman I told my self I wouldn't date because she was simple, Wow....she is beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever been with.

Back in my room, I idly scrolled through videos on my phone—a pastime I'd grown fond of lately, having familiarized myself with most of the phone's functions. That's when I stumbled upon something infuriating: a promotional video for Megan's gambling parlor. The clip praised her diligence in running the business and managing it to great success. The comments beneath were brimming with admiration for her, even lauding the so-called "handsome boss." It was high time the world saw her for what she truly was. I compiled a public notice—a bold broadside filled with evidence of Megan's extramarital affairs. It exposed the so-called "handsome boss" for what he really was: a two-bit homewrecker.