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I smile at my daughter and say, “Over medium, please.” Then she looks at Gabriel, fighting a smile. “Can you eat better than you can dance?” The girls erupt into laughter, and Gabriel holds his hands up in defeat. “Look at it this way, ladies: I gave you a great story.” Britanya looks between me and Gabriel and winks. “Doesn’t seem like the story’s over.”

I buttoned my shirt the minute I stepped out of his office, I'm not exactly excited about the idea of a colleague ogling at my chest. **** It was evening and the company was almost emptied out, except for a few gossipers lurking around and probably hoping to find something they will talk about in the group later tonight. I waited for them to leave, and now it was just Marcus and I remaining in the whole office. Perfect. I stood up from my seat, slipping my thong off. It was soaked already, too bad I have to take it off myself and not Marcus using his teeth to drag it down to my ankle and out of my heels.

Maya’s heart hammered against her ribs as the heavy steel door clicked shut behind her. The invitation had cost her three grand and a favor from a source who owed her big. *The Vault* didn’t advertise. You got in because someone who mattered wanted you there—or because you were useful. Tonight she was both: freelance journalist chasing a story on the ultra-rich and their dirty little playgrounds.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

“My mom got sick when I was eighteen, she had cancer, it went real bad, bills were coming in faster than we could pay. I was working two jobs, at a café in the day, and at a bar at night and still we were drowning in debt. Someone offered me $500 for just lingerie photos. I said yes because we needed to eat. Then they offered more for videos. I said yes again. And again. And again.” She shrugged small, and in a tired way, but not ashamed. “At first it was just survival. Then it became… power. For the first time I was the one deciding how I was seen. How much I was worth. I wasn’t begging anymore. I was selling and I was good at it.” Noah listened, he didn’t interrupt her, he just watched her

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

“No, thank you. I’m not interested.” He stepped closer, undeterred by my words. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He pressed. “A pretty little thing like you doesn’t come to a place like this just to look. I bet you’re already wet just thinking about it.” His voice dropped to what was meant to be seductive. “Let me put you on your knees where you belong. I’ll make it good for you.” I understood the appeal of submitting to a man in bed, but not to the ones who didn’t understand consent. I took an obvious step back. “I said no. Please leave me alone.”

"OMG!! Girl he is obviously going to be such an orgasm deprived mess right now but do tell how did you use it?" I told her about it, my core twitching as I relieved the flashbacks. How he said my name, how he begged me to let him cum and how obedient he's been following my every order without hesitation or back talks. "Oh my god, Soph, that's so fucking hot, but you can do way worse. Make him pay for every shitty thing he did to you. Here's what you do: take that ball gag you bought on Dmzon a few weeks ago—the bright red one...", she trailed off, giggling.