SHE'S THE BOSS 👩🥒
I run this empire—every decision, every paycheck, every fate. And when I want something, I take it. Right here, right now, on my terms. My body demands satisfaction, and no man dares ask why. They obey. They perform. Or they’re gone. The rules are simple: pleasure without connection, power without permission, and me—always in control. But tonight, even that isn’t enough.My thighs were still trembling, slick with sweat and need, as I shoved him off the bed. He hit the floor with a thud, blinking up at me like I’d betrayed him. "Your work is done," I snapped, tossing a credit chip at his head. "Take the money and get out."
He scrambled away, half-dressed, face flushed with humiliation. Good. Let him remember what happens when he fails me.
I grabbed my phone and dialed blind—any number, any man. Two minutes later, there was a knock. "Come in," I growled.
He stood at the door—lean, dark-eyed, breathing too slow for someone who should be afraid. "Ma'am?"
"Get over here," I ordered, spreading my legs slightly, letting him see exactly what he was here for.
He hesitated.
No one hesitates.
"You’ve got ten seconds to prove you’re not a waste of my time."
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works: 4
Lupus Noctis
The blood sings under the full moon, a rhythm older than memory. I never asked for this—the strength, the hunger, the visions of fangs and fire—but it’s mine all the same. My family kept the truth buried, but the night knows me now. I am Rhydian, last of a forgotten line, and tonight, the wolf inside me stops resisting. The forest calls. The hunt begins. And whether I become monster or guardian depends on what I choose next.
Lucy's Eye
I told myself it was just business. That the way my chest tightened when Lucy smiled—really smiled, not the one she sold—was nothing. But every coin I took for her body carved another crack in my soul. She looks at me now like I’m both her savior and her jailer. Maybe I am. The truth is, I love her. And that makes everything worse.
Daughter Of Sacrifice
I never thought it would come to this. My daughter—barely nineteen—sold her body night after night just to keep the collectors off our door. The debts weren’t hers. They were my parents’, left behind when they died drowning in medical bills. But she stepped into the fire without flinching. Now I’m staring at bank statements and silence, wondering how I failed her so completely—and what I’m willing to do to make it right.
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