The Exclusive Sex Worker Novel Novels & Stories

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

A business contract signed and sealed, finished with a dick. They have a portfolio of women who want to make money for their first sexual experience. All I had to know was which one paid the most. Matthew takes his cut off ten percent, but after that, it varies with the customer. He told me that some girls had sold for over six figures because the demand had been great. He wouldn't accept anything less than ten grand, after all, we were offering something of a lifetime. His clientele were fucking wealthy bastards who enjoy paying for something exclusive.

I felt overwhelmed, struggling to catch my breath as the world around me spun wildly. “Please,” I mumbled, my fist clenched tightly, feeling the weight of my regret from the very beginning. I could have been a good girl and stayed with Lucian; after all, he never pushes me to do anything. All he did was lock me away in one of those rooms. And now, I believe those rooms would be a more appealing choice than being a sex worker. I will never choose to be a sex worker. But do I really have a choice? I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on; it just wasn't helping me at all. The Godfather gripped the knife tightly as the men pulled me nearer, and then he seized my wrist with a firm hold.

Even while she undressed, standing in front of me with that same over confident smirk, touching herself that usually turns me on. Although she was underneath me. She made all the right sounds, even as my fully erected dick thrusted to her wet pussy. Her hands clutched my abs like she thought she could keep me there if she just moaned louder. I shouldn't have called her here. Shit. I still kept thrusting with the assurance that maybe she would take the urge off. I thought it was just my high libido that I was controlling with certainity it would work. That all I needed was a hard sex and scotch drink. Leona was just a pawn in my skin. I could just have her as an extra.

My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward. I am twenty-eight years old and I have never been kissed. Not truly. I work at St. Agnes Library, a quiet brick building across the street from Sin & Salvation Tattoo. Every day for the past six months I have watched her from the circulation desk. Lucia Valdez. She stands outside her shop in the late afternoons, cigarette between her fingers, dark hair pulled into a messy knot that reveals the shaved underside and the trail of tiny black stars inked along her scalp. Her arms are

"It's more complicated than you think, Vespa. I have Alpha blood. Almost every girl wants to be Luna. I slipped up by fucking a call girl, whose sole aim is to tie me down." Scoffing under my breath, I refused to pity him. "Condoms aren't extinct. As long as you slip, take responsibility." Crestfallen, he turned away, sulking like a child. Sex workers deserved to be respected, no matter what. The fact that Ziah tried to go scot-free from his mistake was laughable. The girl didn't get herself pregnant after all. "Ziah, anyone who loves you won't sugarcoat words. You're guilty until proven innocent. I'd advise you not to sweep this under the rug."

Ava’s chest started fluttering in rage. She’d been right, this party wasn’t adhering to the club’s rules. Ava was under no pretenses, most of the sex workers here were here because they’d been ‘repurposed’ from Pack prisons, so consent wasn’t necessarily vital here, but safety was. Hurt or dead workers meant messes for Bella to clean up, especially when it came to the hired staff. Waitresses were on Bella’s payroll, so there was a strict ‘no unsolicited touching’ rule where it came to them. Clearly this douche hadn’t gotten the memo. “I’m a cocktail waitress, y-you c-can’t -,” the poor girl stumbled through her tears.

It was a shock, and not a good one. Although he had anal sex with many women – and he has seen them all enjoy it a little or a lot – he have never had any interest in having it done to him. It's just not one of those things that held any appeal. Still, if Natasha wanted to put her fingers inside him, that was fine. It’s his job as a stripper and sex worker to cater to his client desires, even when they don’t coincide with his. It didn’t feel awful, but It didn’t feel good. If anything, it felt uncomfortably tight. He didn’t like it.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

"I think having a bad face helps in a lot of things.” In the top bunk bed, Ramirez giggled low. The woman looked at him and made a face, even if she was high at the time she was with him, she should remember how disastrous that was. I still couldn't understand how Ramirez had the courage to sleep inside a woman's pussy. Not all the tiredness in the kitchen would make me act that way. Not to mention that, for a sex worker, that should be the biggest offense. "Let's start? "She asked softly, already opening her robe.