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My voice was tight, the words practically shaking out of me. "Her Power," the title was certainly a joke because it's a shitty script about a lucky woman who had gotten married to a wealthy businessman but left because she met a rockstar musician who got her into drugs, and she finally ends up as a sex worker. The annoying part about this script isn’t about how she was a sex worker, but how the sex work industry is being presented. And the wealthy husband was being painted like some kind of saint, like he wasn’t domestically abusing her behind closed doors.

"I know all about your sexual affairs with your bodyguards. You're not very different from your mother, my dear. I think we're alike. Same sex appeal, same sex drive, same attitude and you look a whole lot like me. Except that I'm prettier." I stood up straight and glared at her again. "No, that's where you're wrong. I'm nothing like you. Take a good look at me and then look in the mirror for a change. I have sex with men simply because I want and guess what? I pay them for it. But you have sex with them for money. You're just an unfortunate, unpronounced sex worker. We ain't the same."

The photo of her I'd studied for the abduction helped shape those curves and lines in my mind as well. When she wasn't sassing people bigger than her, I could practically see the ready tension in her body. The desire to jump in with both feet. That could get her killed. Very easily. It also made for some fucking fire in bed. Most women here were too timid, too broken by the life of being sex workers for the family. My hand worked better, especially when the blank eyes and fake moans made me feel like a monster. Leaning against the door, I kept a close eye on my mental clock. I couldn't stay too long, but leaving too quick was just as bad. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I checked my message

She knew how to assert dominance over the one who was weak, not to mention the skill of exploiting the needy woman who was weak and forced to do something. The sex workers, or prostitutes, were getting ready to present themselves in front of the men; they were the special highlights of today's show. Amelia was amazed and scared at the same time. She had only learned about and read about brothels in books. She has read that women working in this place are called whores and sex workers—the ones who sell their bodies to the rich people that come here for enjoyment and with the intent to satisfy their wild fantasies.

"I definitely knew a lot of the maidservants had eyes for me and I didn't force anyone. Actually, they are the ones who came asking for more but I don't dick a pussy twice" "You're the first woman I have had sex with countless times" "I am? what about Zasha? I thought she was your girlfriend?" "I was reluctant to sleep with her but she asked for it and after that, I got tired and didn't touch her again" "No wonder she cheated on you" "Like I care. I had no feelings for her" "Who is this guy?" I asked referring to the black guy whose image was now on his computer. "Williams Wale. He's a Nigerian and also very troublesome but very hard working. He can do the work of three people at a time. Him

They are here entirely for my needs and to do what they are told. I started this place because I wanted to make a difference. Sex work is not for everyone but some people don't have a choice. It is worse when you are working in the streets every day, meeting different people who sometimes abuse you for their pleasure, a life where they walk the streets to make money only for a pimp to take it, for them to have to lie with different men only to spend the money on drugs, living in shelters and everything. This house is different. They have their own room, they get three meals a day, a hot shower and only one client per time. You can swap but you can never have more than one of my girls at a ti

Her ass shook vigorously as she walked timidly in the room, She's a little bit skinny, Malnourishment of course, But she had lots of fats in the right place. Soon, we got to the room and I locked the door behind me. "A full worker?"I asked and she nodded. Full workers are attendant's and sex workers too,They are being paid double of the amount they pay the other workers. "This is your first time"I asked and she nodded. "Put off your dress"I ordered, Her hands trembled as she dropped the tray on the table, It's been long I had a good sex and a one night stand won't be bad.

Chapter 5 Title:Still Open, Still Leaking Setting: Jonah’s penthouse apartment, 3:17 a.m., alone POV:Jonah Cole (first-person) Focus: Solo — filthy self-use, overstimulation, residual mess, mirror, toys, heavy self-degradation Heat: Extremely high, pure smut I barely made it through my own front door.

“Good. Let them wonder. Let them suspect something’s different about you. Soon they’ll see your belly starting to swell and know someone’s been breeding this tight little pussy.” The risk talk only made him fuck me harder. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, pushing me toward the edge. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Come while you think about how close you were to getting caught with your stepfather’s cum plugged inside you.” I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with violent intensity. My pussy clamped down around his thick cock, milking him as I sobbed with pleasure. Marcus followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding me with another heavy load. He stayed inside m