Them By Parttimesinnerslut Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow we’re taking you home, slut. Mark’s going to watch his wife get completely destroyed whether he knows it or not.” Emma shivered with twisted, shameful excitement. “Yes, Sirs,” she whispered softly, her voice hoarse. She was theirs now. Completely. Irrevocably. A cock-addicted, morally collapsed slut and despite everything, she had never felt more alive.

I was basically wearing three pieces of matching black lace and a pair of red heels that were legally classified as lethal weapons. “You’ve got that I’m going to eat you alive look in your eyes. Spill it, who’s the lusty mark?” I checked the floor through the velvet curtain sighting a guy in a charcoal suit. “Table four. He’s been staring at the stage for an hour, smelling like old money and suppressed aggression.” I smirked “my Favourite combination.” Ooh a broody one,” Jax chuckled slapping my hip affectionately. “Go get him, girl I’ve got the 10pm pole set. Don’t be too long, or I’ll have to start the show without my Favourite backup.”

"You wanna see this slut with nothing on?" "Girls—strip her." I fought like a wild thing, but they were too many. They tore at my clothes until I was down to my underwear. "One million likes, and we finish the job! Only a hundred thousand to go!" Betty shoved her phone in my face, forcing me to watch the likes climb. "One hundred thousand… ninety… eighty-two… Not bad, puttana. You really pull the viewers." In the blur of the chat, one username flashed: LucasGambino.

" He winks at me and I roll my eyes. "You two shoulder definitely try your luck there. If not that you can go around whoring. You know I can be your lady pimp and earn a lot of money." Emily claps her hands in excitement as if we were actually going to start a strip club. I roll my eyes at them both. "So you guys are trying to make me a slut?" "It's not slutty girl, it's sexy... However, a little bit of sluttiness is good for attracting the male population." She says waggling her eyebrows.

He was bound to accept me. "Slut." I winced as I recalled the words leaving his rosy lips. It was one encounter I wouldn't mind forgetting. It echoed within me, resounding deeply. I knew I had to get him back. A twig snapped, drawing my attention. My gaze lifted as I got in a stance to protect myself. I growled. "I hear you. Come out now!" Alessia walked out first and then Gemma. Both were in as much revealing clothing as their bodies could allow. Alessia's boobs could spill from their confinement if I hugged her while Gemma's skirt could barely be called that, a skirt.

It made it look as if I had insulted her as a pauper, followed by scenes of me making things difficult for her. With both the video and her testimony, netizens erupted in outrage, flooding the trending posts with insults aimed at me as they rushed to defend the working class. "I hate these women who rely on their looks to make money. They corrupt social values. It's unfair to people like us who work ourselves to exhaustion for just a few thousand a month." "This video makes my blood boil. What right does a gold digger have to act so superior? She really thinks sleeping with rich men makes her better than everyone else. It's ridiculous."

"We don’t need questions to hire part-timers. We just need humble and dedicated students. Don’t you agree, Madam?" Emily smiled without commenting. "No worries. With Madam here, we’ll hire whoever she likes." Soon, the assistant brought in the students applying for the part-time positions. There were fourteen applicants, but the company only needed three. The assistant handed several resumes to Daniel. "Here are their resumes." Daniel glanced at them briefly and then handed them to Emily. "Madam, take a look. Do you see anyone you like?" Emily scanned the resumes, puzzled. "Why are there high school students? Aren’t part-timers usually college students?"

she said, “Are you ready to work?“ Harriet asked, “Where do you work?“ Melissa asked, “I'm underground pornstar, a step to upcoming pornstar” Harriet explained, “are you ready to join me In the field?“ she asked, “I don't think, I can do that” Melissa said, “Which means, you will remain In your poverty, and men will be dating you and dumping you” Harriet said, and she picked her car keys and her purse, and she stood up,